A/n: Without further ado…

Chapter 21:

Breakfast that morning seemed unusually subdued. The Clow Princess in all her glory sat with a pink stain across her cheeks, thoroughly embarrassed. Syaoran was absent, and Mokona was innocently oblivious as to why Kurogane was eating his breakfast as though trying to decapitate it.
"Fay!" Mokona cried happily when the bedraggled wizard entered the room, he looked worn as though he'd been up a considerable amount of the night. Kurogane didn't even glance at him.
"Good morning, Fay-san." Sakura whispered quietly. "You did promise to help me with materials today… if that's okay?" She spoke tentatively.
"I remember, it's fine Sakura-chan." Fay promised her, knowing they still had many preparations to do for the weddings that were merely days away. He stopped short of Kurogane and glanced at him, a silent apology for last night. Kurogane sighed.
"Don't worry about it." He barked, and continued beating his poor breakfast. Fay grinned and threw his arms around Kurogane, glad to be forgiven.
"No more magic." He promised, kissing Kurogane on the cheek. Kurogane didn't react to the display of affection, determinedly giving him the physical cold shoulder.
"Use magic all you want. Just know if you can play dirty, so can I." He said, a smirk evident in his voice. Fay could only chuckle knowing this was sure to make things more interesting.

"Where is Syaoran-kun?" The blond magician asked, seating himself rather stubbornly on Kurogane's lap as he made his own breakfast.
"At his house." Sakura fielded.
"Syaoran doesn't live at the castle." Mokona chipped in. Fay nodded, he'd forgotten about that. But that meant…
"If he lives outside, where did you stay last night?" He asked Kurogane, who gave a vague offhanded grunt before looking away. Sakura raised her hand tentatively.
"He stayed with me…"
"That can't be appropriate." Scolded the blond shaking his head and feeling a bit guilty that the warrior had been forced to spend a restless night in the same room as the country's princess.
"Not really." Mokona snickered.
"Shut up." Kurogane grunted. "Already got bitched at by the king for it." Sakura blushed and nodded.
"But… on the plus side, he DID say he'd prefer me to be sleeping with Syaoran than random ninjas." She added proudly, knowing this wasn't much consolation. Kurogane rolled his eyes and looked as steadfastly aloof as possible.

"Actually I have to go talk to Syaoran, we need to agree on a colour scheme… I'll be back up in maybe… a half an hour?" Sakura suggested hopefully. "Are you coming Moko-chan?" She chirped, standing up and suddenly a maid came and whisked her plates away. She blushed as though used to this but still embarrassed by it.
"Yes please, your colour scheme should be white and red!" It babbled as Sakura elegantly swept from the room, her long desert-princess dress billowing with a non-existent wind.
"And ours?" Fay questioned. Kurogane sighed and tried to shift him a little so he could eat around the lithe young man. "Colours I mean?"
"Don't know or care."
"Ne, Kuro-ichi, anyone would think you're not interested in marrying me." Scolded the blond, stealing some of his lover's fruit cutely.
"I don't give a damn what anyone wears… I'm busy plotting your downfall now just go… go and… what DO you do all day damnit?" Kurogane wondered out loud, finding it hard to be a sexual deviant when the particular object of his lust was sat coyly on his lap.
"I wander around the castle discussing your genitals with the kitchen staff." Fay said, with a straight face. Kurogane blinked.

"They decided on a pale pink for her colour." Fay said yawning as he entered the room, shopping with Sakura and Syaoran had taken a surprising portion of the day and even thought it was only early evening he was quite frankly exhausted. He found he was so busy helping them with their wedding he'd not even thought about his own. "Syaoran-kun wanted her to wear white but for some reason she said it was inappropriate? I don't get it but… oh." He blinked at the sight he'd walked in on. Kurogane was sat on the bed, completely naked with a hard on to make Fay shiver just at the sight.
"Yo." Kurogane said coolly. "You should close the door." He added. Fay nodded hesitantly and closed the door behind him, leaning heavily against it.
"Guess this is what you meant…" He breathed, swallowing a lump in his throat and releasing a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in. "By playing dirty." Kurogane nodded and motioned to the end of the bed.
"Sit." He ordered. Fay bit his lip, knowing he was willingly walking into temptation, but did as instructed, sitting as far away on the bed from his fiancé as he could and allowing his eyes to take in the vision before him.

Kurogane had always been perfectly toned, as though carved of marble from a depiction of the Greek gods themselves. Pecs like rock, tan skin stretched over hard abs like flesh over steel, his hips curved but not in a feminine way, veering sharply down into a perfect triangle of black pubic hair. Fay's breath caught in his throat, eyes roaming over Kurogane's length, stained red with apparent desire.
"Is this… conceding defeat?" Fay asked hopefully, tongue darting across his lips instinctively.
"You wish." Kurogane smirked. "I can't touch you, not properly, not without losing the bet. So…" Kurogane slid his open palm down over his chest slowly, tweaking at one of his nipples and enjoying Fay's hurried blinking.
"This… is ridiculous." Fay hissed. "You can't stop me leaving."
"No, I can't. I have no intention of it." Kurogane whispered, rubbing his thumb very slowly over his areola, sensitizing his skin. He was nowhere near as good at this as Fay was, but he could pretend to be. He moaned softly and used his free hand to trace gentle circles inside his thighs.

True to prediction, the sex starved magician couldn't take his eyes from the scene, watching in fascination as his lover pleasured himself. Kurogane took his member in his hand, watching Fay's face as he did so. He missed that face contorting in ecstasy, if his plan worked it wouldn't be too long until he got to see it again. Fay's eyes were wide in expectation. Kurogane sped his hand up and gave a definitive real groan.
"I'm… I'm going to leave." Fay said, feeling his mouth go dry watching Kurogane's eyes flicker closed.
"Do whatever you like." Kurogane bit back sharply, far too absorbed in his task. He could feel his erection pulsing in his hand. "But if you stay… talk. I love hearing that voice."
"I… Kuro-sama this is silly!" Fay protested, but kept his eyes on his lover's tan body, arching upwards into his strong palm. Fay wanted to keep talking, even if he couldn't touch, at least he could help bring Kurogane to his climax, but it was far too tempting. He felt his own loose fitting desert pants grow tighter and he gave a strangled cry. This was pure torture.

"Speak to me." Kurogane ordered.
"I wouldn't even know where to start… I really am leaving now!" He stammered, licking his lips. It was an empty threat and they both knew it, he couldn't tear his gaze from the site of Kurogane straining himself. A tiny droplet of sweat had appeared at Kurogane's temple, and his eyes were closed tightly. One hand braced himself on the bed, while the other continued thrusting vigorously down onto his stiff member.
"If you're leaving… then leave." He whispered.
"You… you're not even doing it right." Fay choked, rubbing his own legs together to try create a little relief for the aching between his legs.
"Then… direct me." Kurogane said with a smirk, knowing that this was the perfect way to topple Fay. For Kurogane wasn't as stressed when he was pleasuring himself, and Fay was impossibly eager.
"I… you… you kind of need to… just tighten your thumb and forefinger a little bit more than the rest of them." Fay whispered. His voice was truly beautiful. So smooth and soft. Like the skin Kurogane hadn't touched in so long. He tightened the ring of his thumb and forefinger, leaving the other fingers somewhat lax, and squeezed his tip, smirking as he felt a drop of liquid gathering at the tip.

"And… maybe… changing your tempo… slow down… then suddenly speed up." Fay said, a slight hunger in his voice as Kurogane obediently followed instruction, slowing to a leisurely pace and enjoying the cooling sensation in his limbs. He opened one eye lazily to survey his fiancé. Fay looked a state, biting his lip in desperation, a noticeable erection, and longing in his eyes.
"Speak to me." Kurogane said softly.
"Can't talk now… I'm watching." He said, watching the hypnotic rise and fall of the ninjas chest. Kurogane quickened his pace without warning, at hearing Fay's sweet tone, and felt his edge approaching.
"One more word…" He panted. "One more word and I'm gone… say it." He breathed, waiting for the melodic voice he knew so well. In his hand his dick quivered in anticipation.
"Ah." Was all Fay could manage, a breathy moan as Kurogane came into his hand, drips splattering across his thighs. Both of them were breathing raggedly, but Kurogane was satisfied and Fay wasn't. He needed a release.

"That… was mean." Fay said, and stood up. He swept into the bathroom and Kurogane followed. "Ne, why is it necessary for you to follow me."
"I need to clean up." Kurogane said simply. "You have no reason to wash… and you can't go with that thing." He indicated at the conspicious bulge in Fay's pants. "So…" Kurogane stepped behind him and kissed his cheek, drawling slowly. "Maybe you can return the favor?" Fay blushed furiously.

A/n: Playing dirty! Le gasp! Bad Kuro! Also… bets ending, weddings and story endings coming soon. Chapter is dedicated to xenovyr on deviantart who did an AMAZING drawing of Tsukiakari (it's under scraps, go see!)