AN: The smutty saga has BEGUN! Sorry for the delay. Things have been hectic these past months. Also, ever notice this constant pattern with the black blood room being used for sex? I do, and I love it. I'm going to try and exploit it as much as possible.

"Hey, baby," some boy started, "Wanna hang out with me?"

Sakura felt the presence of someone leaning really close to her. It was some guy. She recognized the face, as she did with most DWMA students, but the name escaped her. While she didn't understand this boy's intentions, something didn't feel right. He was way too close, and she was not comfortable.

"Oh, um…no thank you," she said, shyly, and she backed away. As she turned around, she started walking away, but this jerk just grabbed her arm.

"Aaww, c'mon, don't be like that," he coerced, "I'm just being friendly."

Sakura was starting to feel like being nice about this wasn't going to get her away from him. She shoved his hand off and sped down the hallway towards the lockers.

Guys seemed to be doing this a lot lately with her, and she was starting to get sick of it. So was her weapon.

"Again?" he exclaimed in disbelief, "What's with all of these guys swarming you?"

"I dunno," she groaned, "Tomoyo and Meiling are having the same problem."

Syaoran shut his locker door, his book for class and a library book in hand. He motioned to her if she wanted him to carry her books. She obliged and handed him her small stack.

"I guess I wouldn't mind so much if I didn't get such a bad feeling from every single one of them," Sakura sighed.

"Is it, like, a soul wavelength thing?" her partner asked.

"I guess. Maybe it's my intuition more than anything."

"I see."

"Anyways, aside from the 'bluh' stuff, Tomoyo got invited to a party!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! It's this small get-together on Friday. It's a girl named Starla, and she told Tomoyo to bring friends. Meiling's going, and I said yes too, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go too!"

A party with a small group of people sounded harmless. Still, Syaoran wasn't a party person, and he wouldn't be caught dead at one anyways. However, what if something happened? What if the punch got spiked and Sakura ended up drunk…or worse. Some sort of protective instinct lit up in him. Maybe it was a weapon thing. Maybe it was something else. Still, what did he have to worry about? Meiling and Tomoyo would be there too.

Still, Sakura had this hopeful glint in her eyes and a big smile on her face that almost seemed to beg, "Please go to this party with me?"

"Sure," he answered.

"AWESOME!" she squealed, and she hugged him tightly. Then, she stopped.

"Crap! I keep forgetting you don't like that! I'm so-"

"It's fine," he mumbled, shyly, "I don't mind you hugging me…or whatever."

He finally said it. He'd wanted to tell her that, but he always seemed to lose the opportunity. She looked at him surprised.

"Really?" she gaped, "You're sure?"

"Totally," he smiled, his cheeks pinking a little.

Her surprise immediately switched to joy, and she continued to hug him and wobble him back and forth. While he was thrown for a loop, her joy spread through him like the plague. He smiled and laughed with her.

When she let go, he grabbed his hand, and they walked to class.

Thank God, that dream didn't happen again, but Syaoran still found himself in the pinstripe suit, all put together this time. His shoes clacked on the checkboard tile once again. The room around him was red. It looked like a lounge, maybe a bedroom.

Someone sat on a bed, the sheets wrapped around them like a cocoon. They sat up. It was a girl. It looked…like Sakura.

Oh dear, not again.

"Sakura?" he called. She turned her head over her right shoulder. Her right eye flashed green.

"What are you…"

Before he could finish, the sheets fell off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing any clothes. Well, she had on lingerie, but it didn't make the situation less shocking for him. As soon as he saw, he turned his face away, flushed.

"Oh shi- SORRY! IDIDN'TMEANTO…"

She giggled. He peaked to see that she had turned a little more towards him and had a devilish smirk on her face.

But something really wasn't right because something was happening to her left eye. The cornea was jet black, and tears seemed to pour from it. They were black too.

"Hey," she cooed, her eyes dark with intents Syaoran didn't want to acknowledge.

H-H-Hey…" he managed to stutter out. His tie felt tight and he started to loosen it. She noticed.

"Are you getting warm in here?" she asked. He didn't answer, but she grabbed his tie and he backed his hands away. With every step she took toward him, he took a step back. He could swear he could hear a second pair of shoes clack on the tile.

"Here," she said, adjusting his tie, "Why don't you make yourself more…comfortable."

As she said this. She pulled his tie tightly into his collar, too tight to be comfortable but not enough to choke him. She pushed him into the chair behind him before grabbing his tie again like a leash. She leaned towards him, shoving her knee in between his legs and resting it on the edge of the seat.

He was trapped now, and he saw what she was…barely wearing. A black, lacey bra with matching panties was paired with a black garter belt holding up her thigh high stockings. Turns out she was wearing shoes: high heeled Mary Janes. All the black did was accentuate her ivory, soft-looking skin.

Syaoran felt close to choking. He didn't know if it was what she was wearing, how she was looking at him, or the fact that his tie was too tight on his neck. This dark version of Sakura seemed to notice this.

"Aaww, I'm sorry," she cooed, "Too tight?"

He nodded a little, and she giggled.

"Okay, here."

She loosened it enough to unbutton the top collar button of his shirt. Then she tightened the knot where it was and gave the tie a good yank so that she was right up in his face.

"Better?" she whispered. He could feel himself salivate, and he swallowed hard.

Sakura decided she was bored with the tie thing and loosened the knot. With one quick movement, the tie flung out of her hand and onto the floor. She shoved her knee further in between his legs.

"I've missed you, babe," she breathed, "I still remember last time."

"L…L-Last time?" he stuttered.

"Oh don't tell me you forgot how you pinned me to the wall…"

His mind flashed to that dream he had once before.

"But that…wasn't me…that was…"

"Ah, but you felt it, right?"

Her knee was now right against his crotch. His breath hitched.

"I got to only feel a part of you then, I suppose," he pouted, "But now, I have all of you in front of me…"

She rubbed her knee gently against his crotch, and oh dear God.

"Isn't this nice?" he asked soothingly, as she unbuttoned more of his shirt. Oh Death, he could feel her hands on his chest. She trailed her fingers lightly down to his abs, and finally reached his belt buckle. After lingering there for a moment, she moved her knee and saddled herself on his lap.

"Wha…" Syaoran choked, but Sakura put a finger to his lips.

"Sshh, you don't need to say a word," she smiled, "Enjoy this now while you're still asleep…"

She kissed him full on the mouth, and he awoke with an aching feeling in his boxers. There was no way he would be able to just ignore it. Somehow he fell back asleep.

He was back in the chair, this erotic version of Sakura still straddling his lap, and the warm of her crotch against his. She seemed annoyed.

"Don't you shut me out like that!" she pouted, with her arms crossed. "Sorry…" he apologized instinctually. Then he stopped and shook his head.

"Wait, wait, what is this even?" he asked, baffled, "You're…you're just part of my imagination, right?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, "So?"

"But…why do you…why do you have to look like…like her? This isn't right. I…"

"You're just friends with her, right?"

"Well…yeah."

"You've never considered going further?"

"What? No!"

"Really? Never thought she looked pretty?"

"Wait…no that's not…"

"Never wanted to touch those nice legs of hers?"

She took one of his hands and placed it on her thigh.

"N-No…?"

"Never wanted to kiss her?"

She softly pressed her lips against his. He froze, not sure really how to react or what to do. Her lips were warm and soft. As she massaged his shoulders and neck, he relaxed somewhat and instinctually kissed her back. His body melted, and she ran her hands down his body and started to loosen his belt. He took his hand off her leg and ran his fingers through her hair. She hummed with pleasure as she unzipped his pants. When he heard that, he stopped, breaking away from her lips.

"What are you…?"

She lifted herself up a little and reached for her panties. He reached for her arms quickly to stop her. This Sakura seemed confused.

"Something wrong?"

"This is…this is too much," Syaoran got out, "I can't…"

"You don't want me to…"

Before she finished, he shook his head.

"Going…too fast…" was all he could muster. She smiled and sat back down on his lap.

"Aaww, but I want you so bad…" she moaned, as she grinded into him. He tried to stifle a moan himself.

"Too…mmmm…" was all he could say. He let his head fall onto her shoulder.

"It's hurts, doesn't it?" she said, "Wouldn't you rather feel better?"

She pulled his erection out of his pants. He flinched a little. He felt like he was going to explode his balls were so sore.

"You poor thing," she cooed, "Does it hurt a little?"

He nodded.

"Here, I'll make you feel better, ok?"

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and started to pump. He threw his head back and couldn't control the moan that escaped his throat. She latched her mouth to his neck. Every nerve in his body lit up, muscles tensing and relaxing with every stroke of her hand.

"Mmm…so thick," she whispered in his ear. His breath hitched again. Oh God. This was embarrassing.

She then got off his lap, erection still in hand, and parted his legs so she could kneel on the floor. She let go for a moment only to quickly tug off his pants and boxers. She started pumping him again, her face too close for comfort near his dick.

As she stroked him more, she cupped his balls in her other hand, and he thought he was in some other galaxy. His mind was blank, and he couldn't really think straight even if he tried. By Death, did he try. When he finally figured out how his brain worked, she gave the head of his erection a soft kiss. His heart leaped into his stomach. Then her mouth was on him, and he lost all brain function again.

It was like that warm and wet feeling again, if not a little different. This felt truly real. Here was a girl giving him head. What he couldn't get over though was that this girl had Sakura's face. She hummed with pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down, which sent him over the moon and back.

While he tried to stop himself from do so, he ran his fingers through her hair. He felt himself getting close. He tried to warn her, but words were failing him. Anything that came out of his mouth was either moans or awkward and incomplete words.

It wasn't long before he came in her mouth. He felt her swallow. Oh God, she swallowed it. He felt terrible. He knew she was some crazy dream, but it still looked like Sakura. He wouldn't want to put her through something that he saw as degrading.

However, she was sitting up, licking any leftover cum off her lips with a smirk, and had a crazed look in her eyes. Her left eye was a dark crimson, and the cornea was still black.

"S…Sorry, I…" he breathed out, still catching his breath as he tugged his boxers and pants back on. Before he could zip his fly, she pushed him back in the chair.

"It's almost dawn," she sighed, "So, I guess I better wake you. Don't you worry about a thing, babe."

She summoned a black sword out of thin air.

"I had a lot of fun. I'm sure you did too."

Gripping it, she let the tip of the blade touch his chest.

"Hey, sweetheart? Did you know?"

She prepared to strike. Syaoran was frozen in his seat.

"My blood is black."

She stabbed him in the heart, and he sat up in bed, sweating bullets. Thankfully, his boxers weren't in a mess.

The student gym had a few kids in it, but it wasn't a place that was very crowded. Sakura finished her last set of sit-ups with Syaoran spotting her.

"Now, some stretches and we can practice some sword stuff, right?" she thought out loud. Syaoran nodded.

She stretched her legs out in her comfy yoga pants. Syaoran did the same in a pair of basketball shorts. While he wore a loose tank, she stuck to just a sports bra. It was a hot summer, and she didn't want to put on layers in this hot-ass gym. They both stretched out their arms, and then their sides, backs, and necks. Sakura hopped up and down, pumped and ready to train.

"Okay!" she encouraged, "Let's do this! I'll take the lighter-colored one."

She grabbed a wooden Tai Chi sword, which was similar to Syaoran's weapon form. She tossed him a similar replica only it was painted black. As they started practicing moves, Syaoran's mind faltered, and he lost his balance. He fell to the blue matted floor with a thump.

"Oh gosh!" Sakura yelped, "Are you okay?"

"Heh…yeah," he chuckled weakly, "I'm fine."

"Are you feeling alright? You've been off lately, especially in here when we practice the sword stuff."

"I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired."

"Are you sleeping okay?"

He didn't answer.

"Come on. Talk to me. Something's wrong."

"Really, Sakura, I'm fine."

She wasn't buying it. He looked really sad, and he wasn't looking her in the eye. Her brows furrowed, and the skin on her forehead puckered and wrinkled. She was getting agitated.

"Don't bullshit me, Syaoran."

She didn't curse very much, so Syaoran did a small double take whenever she did. He sighed and got frustrated. She was clearly not happy, and she was going to press him harder to get him to talk. He didn't want to talk about it. What friend would want to hear that you had a dream about them giving you a blowjob? He felt the back of his ears heat up.

"I don't want to talk about it," he groaned.

"Well, why not?" she huffed.

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Sakura, did it every occur to you that there's stuff I don't want to tell you?"

"Well, excuse me for being concerned about my friend, okay?"

She looked hurt by the near venom he spat out, and he knew it. He should apologize somehow. Still, it did NOT want to tell her what was going on. That hormones are a bitch? That had to be why he was dreaming about some sexy version of Sakura, right? Yes. Yes, hormones. Definitely just hormones.

"Look, I'm sorry," he finally got out, "I just…can't talk about this…with you. I wish I could. I'm just…not comfortable talking about it."

Sakura looked sad, but she seemed to understand. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Okay," she sighed, "Just…you know you can talk to me if you have a problem, right?"

"I know," he nodded, "If I could talk to you about this, I would, but… I can't."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Just…trust me, and know that I trust you."

"You trust me? Really?"

"I wouldn't be your partner if I didn't."

She giggled, and they smiled for a brief moment at each other. Syaoran saw a look in her eyes that made his heart hurt a little. She seemed to care so much.

"I'm going to clean up," he told her, getting up off the floor, "How about you?"

"I'm going to practice a bit more," she answered, determination written all over her face.

"Alright, I'll for you after I wash up."

"Okay. See you out there!"

She grabbed the wood Tai Chi sword and started practicing her strikes. Strike down. Slash left. Slash right. Kick. Block. Thrust forward.

She admitted that she was having a hard time focusing herself. Sakura still remembered the dream. Strangely, it wasn't some look into the future. It certainly didn't come off that way.

It was the checkerboard tile floor, the wall of mirrors, and the dim lighting. She walked down the hall, her black dress swishing across her legs as her high-heeled Mary Janes clacked on the floor. She ran her gloved hands across the mirrors, and then she heard another pair of shoes clacking on the other side of the wall. She stopped, and so did the other set of feet. She rested her back against the mirror behind her, her heart racing. She started walking again, sidestepping and keeping her back to the mirror. The other pair of shoes started again, and they both walked to a silent rhythm.

And then, the breathing started. It wasn't Sakura's breathing. It was heavy and somewhat erotic. As she walked along the mirrored wall, the breathing got closer, and her steps quickened. As she sped up, so did the breathing, hers or whoever else was making that noise.

She turned at the end of the wall and saw the other side. There was no one there. The breathing that wasn't hers still continued, and she looked around. Then, red began to appear, and she saw it.

It was herself, pinned against a dark red wall. This doppelganger's dress was on the floor along with her shoes and her panties.

Oh dear.

This girl was necking a young man that looked a lot like someone she knew. She swore it looked like Syaoran, but there was no way. That was until she got a better view.

OH DEAR.

It was him, only different. His right eye was bright blue, like the Clone Syaoran from her visions of the travelers. However, the cornea was black. And then, she saw this other version of herself. Her left eye was dark read, and the cornea was also black. However, it also seemed to be leaking a black fluid.

She was grinning at her, showing her teeth maniacally like the Cheshire Cat. She started to giggle uncontrollably. Her gaze then turned to this other Syaoran, smirking suggestively. And then, Sakura felt very moist between her legs.

She felt something like fingers enter her, yet there was no one there. She shut her legs tightly. It happened again, the fingers curling and stroking the top of her inner walls. It made her gasp. Oh God.

I wasn't long before she fell to her knees, the pleasure too intense for her to stand up. On her hands and knees, she felt the invisible fingers leave her only to be replaced with something much…thicker. Larger.

Oh Death.

It felt strange and slightly uncomfortable, but she felt herself adjust, and pleasure soon came after. She fell to her side and rolled onto her back. She looked over at the two fucking each other against the wall.

She could feel every thrust he gave that other version of her. She heard him breathing in her ear, with moans and grunts, which lit a fire in her belly. She kept moaning over and over, unable to control the sounds escaping her throat. It all felt strangely good. It wasn't long before her muscles tightened and released so much that she went of the edge.

That was when she woke up. She had to change her underwear, and she didn't have a dream like it since.