AN: This kid better get a clue. There are more important things to worry about than black blood wet dreams and angst. But what could be more important than that? I dunno, maybe that crazy sorcerer or something. NOPE! More shameless smut! Derpy derp!

Sakura was starting to get pissed off. Her weapon partner was nowhere to be seen these days. That party they wanted to go to was in a few days. They were after Clow Reed and his growing followers that were turning into kishin souls. She needed his strength and support.

She turned to Meiling and Tomoyo to vent.

"I haven't seen him," Meiling shrugged.

"Neither have I," Tomoyo sighed, shaking her head, "I hope that nothing's wrong."

"Me too," Sakura grumbled, "So that the only thing wrong with him will be the black eye I give him. I SWEAR! WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!"

She always seemed to curse when she was extremely upset. Tomoyo patted her friend's shoulder reassuringly.

"I'm sure he'll turn up," she assured, "He wouldn't disappear like this if he didn't have some sort of good reason. Would that be correct to assume, Meiling?"

Meiling nodded.

"He usually does this when he's super stressed. Give him time. He'll come back and apologize and stuff. A slug in the face wouldn't hurt though, Sakura. Totally understand."

Sakura felt a little better, but she was still simmering. Still, she was more worried than anything. She would definitely slug him, though. Just not in the face.

The dark room dreams, as she liked to call them, came more frequently. This dream, however, seemed a little calmer. Her heels clacked against the checkerboard tile once more as she laid eyes on a very luxurious-looking red chair.

She was wearing her long, elegant black dress again and her extra-long matching satin gloves. The taffeta and tulle rustled with every step she made in her black, strap-on pumps. The dress swished around as she slowly walked up to the chair and then sat down. It was incredibly comfortable, like she would melt into the cushions. She didn't bother taking off her shoes. She just curled up in the large chair and felt of asleep, the leather and her taffeta dress crinkling, as she got comfortable.

She cradled herself in the chair's warmth, but soon felt the sensation of a hand stroking her hair. She looked up to see the strange version of Syaoran leaning against the back of the chair.

Black suit with white pinstripes, a dark red button-up, and a solid black tie, he stared down at her lovingly. However, he didn't seem to really smile. She couldn't tell if the thrum of her heart was thrill or terror. His face and his wavelength felt familiar, but something in his soul seemed different. She swore she saw something black around it.

His eyes her filled with a dark fire that made her stomach do a flip or two. The blue in this Syaoran's right eye was made more intense with the jet-black color of the eye's cornea. He stopped stroking her hair for a moment.

"You're awake now," he stated, "Good. It's nice to see you again."

Sakura seemed confused.

"Again?" she asked.

"I take you haven't forgotten the other night," he told her.

She slowly remembered her previous dream, where she saw him making love to another version of herself against a wall. Her face went red.

"Ah…n-no, I haven't," she answered, "S-sorry. I shouldn't have looked and what not. T-that was rude."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh, w-well…I didn't really see much, I mean…"

He shook his head, chuckling softly.

"That's not what I meant, Princess…"

That caught her off guard. He was addressing her like Li addressed Princess Sakura. Something about that made her stomach flip.

"Oh no, I'm not…Just…just call me Sakura, it's…"

"But the other night, you asked me to call you that."

"I don't remember ever…"

"Oh…yes, I suppose that part of you did."

"The…the other me? The girl with black leaking from her eye?"

He gave her a light nod.

"Who was she?"

"She was you. Part of you."

Sakura looked bewildered.

"Now, you and her are of one mind."

He pointed at her dress. Parts of the fabric around her torso began to liquefy. Terrified, she tried scooping up the liquid around her breasts and cover herself. Sadly, the dark gook only slipped through her fingers, landing on the skirt of her dress and dripping onto the dark, red leather chair. The liquid smeared across her chest, dark enough to cover some things, but not dark enough to hide her skin. She swore it smelled metallic, like blood.

While one glowed arm covered her chest, she sniffed the other hand to make sure she wasn't imagining.

She was right. It was blood.

Her heart sank.

"You share the same blood," her partner's copy continued, "Your blood is black now. With it, you'll become more powerful, even more than you already are."

"My blood is…black?" she shivered, gripping her shoulders. She felt a cold chill go down her spine. Noticing this, this dark version of Syaoran took off his pinstripe jacket, leaned Sakura forward, and places the suit jacket around her shoulders.

"Oh…thank you," she said, blinking. His eyes were gentle, but he still didn't smile.

"Since you are one with her now," he went on, "the madness is nearly complete. You share a very strong bond with your weapon, so I look like this."

He gestured at himself, showing his pinstripe vest, red shirt, and black tie. He undid the buttons at the cuffs and started rolling up his sleeves. Sakura slipped her arms in his jacket and did her best to cover her naked chest. She felt the silk on her skin. Something about it made her heart beat fast.

"Are you warmer now, Princess?" he asked. She blushed when he called her "princess" again, but nodded.

"Yeah, and…look, you really don't have to call me that," she insisted.

"What if I want to?"

She blinked. He was at her feet, kneeling by the red chair. She was hugging her knees, the heels of her shoes digging into the leather. He looked at her feet.

"May I?" he asked, touching the top of her foot. She didn't know what he wanted to do, but she nodded.

He took her foot and started to gently take off her shoe. The straps were untied and the shoe came off with ease. He let it fall to the floor with a clack.

"They look sore," he said, and he started to massage her feet. She was surprised but didn't really try to stop him. She let down her other foot and relaxed as he massaged her foot through the hosiery. When she realized her feet weren't bare, she became aware of some sort of metal buckle or small clip pressing on the back of her though. Oh, she thought, Garter belt and stockings, I guess.

The Syaoran attending her foot soon proceeded to take off her other shoe and give that foot the same treatment. She looked down at him and noticed the lower half of his arms from his rolled up sleeves. She'd seen Syaoran's arms all the time, and yet something about this appearance of his made him look very attractive. She couldn't explain why.

When he finished with her feet, she subconsciously pulled up the skirt of her dress to her knees. Her calves were now visible. The young man in front of her raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Would you like me to massage your legs as well?" he asked. Realizing what she just did, Sakura's cheeks turned slightly pink.

"Oh, um…sure!" she shrugged. Her body relaxed even more as he began massaging her calf. Somehow, it felt much nicer, and pleasure began to flow through her body. Sakura looked at his hands. They were smooth on the top with no hair, but she saw a vein or two pulsed as he moved his fingers. She remembered that he had callused fingers, but she couldn't feel them very much through the stockings. She sighed.

"Is this alright?" he asked. She hummed back a yes.

"Would it be better if I took these off?"

He motioned to her stockings. This meant pulling up more of her dress, and Sakura blushed at the idea of looking at her legs with the stockings and garter belt. She shook her head.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, and he smiled, massaging her other calf. And then, he said something strange.

"Is there anything that you'd like me to take off?"

They stared at each other. She saw him tugging at his tie.

"Well…I mean…you can take off your tie, if you want," she suggested.

He undid his tie, slowly undoing the knot before sliding it out of the collar and throwing it aside.

"Anything else, Princess?" he asked. She noticed a sort of low tone in his voice when he said it. It made her thighs press together and warm sensations occur between her legs. Her face turned a darker shade of red. He was looking at her with a dark sort of fire in his eyes.

"Your…your vest," she decided.

He slowly undid the pinstripe vest and threw it over with the tie. Under his suit jacket, Sakura felt more of the bodice of her dress melting away, the smears she left before now gone. She felt her bare breasts light brush against the silk lining inside the jacket, and she took in a breath of air. The warmth between her thighs was increasing, and there was a strange wet sensation in her panties.

This version of Syaoran stared up at her, waiting for her to give her a new order. She shifted in her chair, trying to make the strange sensations between her thighs go away. They only increased.

"Is there anything else you want from me?" he asked in a lower voice.

"I…I, um…mmmgh…"

She couldn't stop the growing moisture in her underwear and the heat that was now aching in her thighs. She knew she wanted something, but she didn't know how to express it…or should.

"You look uncomfortable," he addressed, noticing her shifting in her chair.

"Oh…nngh…a little," she murmured, "I…don't know if this is appropriate though…um…it's…aching…in between my…my legs."

Seeming aware of what was happening he got up off the floor. This person with Syaoran's face seemed to hover in front of her.

"What would you like me to do?" he asked.

"I…I don't know…" she whispered.

"Would a kiss help, you think?"

He heart leaped. Her mind wasn't sure, but her body seemed to be screaming for what he was suggesting.

"I…I suppose," was all she could say before his lips softly touched hers. He pressed harder and for longer as he continued giving her kisses, trailing across her jaw and down her neck. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop herself.

He continued trailing wet kisses down her chest, touching whatever skin his jacket didn't cover on her body. The ache in her groin only grew, and she groaned in protest.

"Still aching?" he whispered against her skin.

"Y…Yes," she stammered. This wasn't like her. She wasn't thinking clearly. She wasn't sure that she wanted someone that looked like Syaoran acting this way with her. Still, she wanted relief for the ache, the want, growing in her body.

"Show me where," he said, "Tell me."

There was a desire in his eyes and a roughness in his voice that made something in her stomach tighten. Nervously but slowly, she started pulling up the skirt of her dress more.

"S-still…in between my legs," she mumbled, her cheeks turning redder by the minute.

"May I touch you there?"

Sakura looked surprised. She didn't expect him to ask. He seemed to be giving her an option to either say yes or no. While part of her seemed distressed of her weapon partner touching her there, she was aware that this was just a dream. Maybe, she ought to throw caution to the wind, and just say…

"Yes…" she whispered. The young man's eyes flickered, and he ran his hands up her thighs and under her skirt. She felt his fingertips on what little skin the stockings didn't cover as he massaged the skin gently. He took his right hand and tugged at the edge of her panties.

In a silent agreement, she nodded before he undid the clips on the stockings and slipped her panties off of her. The toes of her stockings seemed to liquefy, melting off onto the floor and leaving grey beads of liquid on the black and white tile. She felt the cold tile floor on the tips of her toes and shivered.

Then, his right hand was cupping her sex, and she gasped. He massaged it under her dress and she could feel the ache disappearing, replaced now with warmth and pleasure. She tried keeping her breath even and not make so much noise, for she noticed a strange echo in the room they were in.

He spread her lips open and found a particularly sensitive part and she mewled.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Y-Yes…that's…AH!"

Before she could finish, his finger started massaging her clit, and she couldn't stop moaning even if she tried. She rested her head back on the chair, the leather crinkling with every thrust of her hips against his hand. He kept his movements consistent, but soon she started bucking more against his hand, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

"M…More," she whined, "Mo…Move faster."

Finally understanding, he applied more pressure with his finger and moved it faster, increasing this every few seconds. Her back arched into his touch, and she felt close to the edge. When she thought she was done, she let out a long groan, and he moved his finger away, deciding to just caress her sex gently.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked warmly.

Sakura came off of her high, realizing that something felt off. She didn't feel satisfied for some reason, and she pouted.

"Is that a no?" he asked, and she sighed.

"I just…I dunno why," she groaned, "I just…mmmm…"

He was stroking the wetness near the opening of her lower lips, and she hummed in appreciation.

"You're very wet, Princess," he moaned, "Much like last time…"

She realized he was talking about her previous dream. Her stomach felt like it was doing backflips. He started prodding at her entrance.

"May I touch you inside here?" he asked, his only inches away from hers.

"Please," she breathed out, and he slid a finger inside her. Her neck relaxed, and her head fell on the chair. She hummed in pleasure as he slid the finger in and out. She contracted her inner walls and thrust her hips in time with his hand, her gloved hands gripping the armrests of the chair.

He curled and stirred his finger around inside her, and her moans became louder.

"Another?" he asked, and it took her a moment to realize he was asking if he could add another finger.

"Mmm-hmm," she smiled, biting her lip. He obliged, his middle and pointer fingers now in her soaking sex. She let out soft breaths and hums of appreciation as he pulled them out slowly and pushed them back in.

Then he curled both fingers, stroking the top part of her inner walls, and she jumped. He stopped.

"You don't like that?" he enquired, looking concerned.

"No…I mean…that…do that again," she breathed out. He curled his fingers again. Oh God, that felt…really amazing.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Sakura quickly shook her head, and this Syaoran seemed to sigh a little in relief. He got closer to her face, his fingers still inside her, and their eyes met.

"Good," he whispered, "I only want to please you, Princess."

And he curled his fingers in her again. Her breath caught in her throat before she let out a moan that was louder than before.

He picked up the pace, and her moans grew louder and higher in pitch, almost like she was screaming. She covered her mouth to try and stop herself, or at least stifle the noise. However, that only made her more aware of the wet sounds of this young man's fingers thrusting into her, and that made her moans even louder.

Sakura gripped onto his shoulders, burying her blushing face into the crook of his neck. He sighed at the feeling of her warm cheeks against his skin.

With a slight tilt of her hips, she could feel him thrusting furiously against the part of her inner walls that he was stroking before. Her voice went up several octaves before she squeezed her eyes shut.

"So…close," she whimpered.

"You're going to cum?" he cooed. He moved her head and let their foreheads touch. He stared into her eyes, and she tried to look away, embarrassed about her flushed face and the lewd noises escaping her lips. She felt his lips barely graze hers as he whispered.

"Cum for me…Princess…"

More like a small plea rather than a command, it somehow sent her over the edge. Her muscles tensed, her mouth forming into a large 'O', and the sound of her orgasm caught in her throat. It released from her mouth in a long cry, followed by long moans of satisfaction. And then…

"Syaoran…" she moaned, and then she blinked. When she realized what she just said, she covered her mouth like she made a mistake. He pulled the two fingers out, a clear, shiny, white substance caking his fingers. He stared at it, thinking of what to do with it. Sakura then started feeling sleepy, the world around her beginning to blur.

Her thoughts were racing.

Wait! Are you really Syaoran? Your wavelength the same, but it's not. Who are you? Why do you look like him? Why am I dreaming of him doing these sorts of things to me? Who are you?

She awoke in her own bed feeling somewhat dissatisfied. Her body had felt those things, but she knew they weren't real. It only left her sexually frustrated and confused, and she screamed in anger into her pillow.

It was odd that she'd have a dream like that. She was pretty sure she didn't like Syaoran in that way. Maybe it was simply her brain playing tricks on her. Maybe it was from the frustration she felt trying to find him while she was awake. Maybe going into his room would give her a clue where he might be. His door was cracked open.

He found him.

She rarely ever walked in on him, and vice versa. She'd seen him in a bathing suit before, so this wouldn't be the first time she'd seen him half-naked. Still, she silently stared at him, eyeing him up and down. He was lean, but he had very toned muscles. He had his back to her before turning around to see she was staring.

He immediately grabbed the shirt in his hands covered his chest, his face flushed.

"AGH! Oh God, wha-" he stuttered out. Sakura snapped out of her trance and blushed a little.

"OH GOD, I'm sorry!" she yelped, "I didn't know you were in he…"

She immediately changed tone, from embarrassment to anger.

"Heeeyyyy, where have you been?!" she cried, "You've been gone for nearly a WEEK!"

When she stormed up to him saying this, she smacked his shoulder. He cringed back a little, seeing how upset she was.

"I…uh…I had to deal with some things," he answered back.

"Well, you could've told me!" she pouted, "I was worried, man!"

"I'm sorry…" he frowned.

There was a pause.

"You're right," he sighed, "I should've told you where I was. I went outside the city to think. I needed some time alone, and I talked with Dr. Stein a bit, and that seemed to help. I…I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

She wanted to stay mad and pout some more, but he looked so sincere. She sighed and decided to just be firm about it.

"Alright, I'll forgive you for now," she huffed, "Just be sure to tell me where you go next time you leave like this again…or whatever. Don't want…you know…Clow Reed getting to you or anything."

"I will," he assured her. She relaxed a little and threw her arms around his neck for a hug. He hugged her back in a warm embrace, the kind of hug you'd give someone you really treasured. They stayed like that for a while. Syaoran had already abandoned the grip on his shirt, and Sakura just felt his warmth and the smooth skin of his half-naked body under her fingertips. She somehow didn't want to let go, and she got the idea that he didn't want to either, but he did.

When it hit her again that he was clad in his boxer, and not much else, she pushed away from him and nervously giggled.

"Eheh…I'll just…leave you the change," she mumbled, and she exited, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

He was just a friend. She loved Yukito. No one else. She was sure of it.