Author's Notes:  The last little chapter.  I'm in a good mood what with school over and all so it's all go for lime content.  That's your warning.  Nothing too bad, but wouldn't want to offend would we?

Thanks to Gil Galad, anjali-chan (heh gomen; I had to change the third chapter to make the fourth right).

Disclaimer:  The inspector stalked up and down the room, meeting the gaze of all interested parties.  "I've been collecting the evidence for the past few days, and it has all been supporting my theory.  What does one think of Syrupjunkie?  A person delusional, someone bent on achieving the impossible, or the possible?"  He whirled to face Mr. Allen.  "Wasn't it possible Mr. Allen, that he could've owned CCS?  But you wouldn't allow it, couldn't allow it because your employers didn't want to lose it.  You killed him.  You killed him under with direct orders from CLAMP!"  Shocked silence.  The inspector clasped the handcuffs tight on the defeated man.  "You have the right to remain silent…"

Sweet Surrender

Chapter 5:  Risk

The firm mattress meets my back as I land with a muffled thud.  A second exhausted thump crashes next to me.  My body willingly conforms to the mattress, covers drawn upward to wrap loosely around myself.  Too tired to move, I lull to sleep with the presence of a comfortable heat next to me, the tantalizing sensation of a being near fire, within arms length to skimming flames but remaining in the corona, safe from being singed.  But exhaustion draws me from any metaphoric endeavors, sinking into the trap of sleep.

It doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I left behind me
is a cold room.

The sun's arc is high when I wake up, the blazing day coming harshly from the window.  A quick glance at the red letters of the alarm clock tells me that it's too late for classes.  I roll over, my nose skimming something featherlike.  I raise my fingers to brush away at the irritating agent, finding the digits clutching a lock of hair.  I yawn a breath, shifting away from the sun's shadow, driving myself into Touya's solid mass.  He moans a little, turning onto his side to accommodate my movement.  As far over as I am, the glare still burns my face, casting that horrible orange red haze through my sealed lids.  Annoyed, I throw the covers off, stumbling with the movement of lead limbs and half focused thoughts.  The curtains give a satisfying ripping sound as they're yanked closed, only a sliver of noon finding its way in, slicing a triangular pane on the carpet.

Another yawn meets the mattress.  I fall forward to slam hard into the pillow, a mouthful of pillow lumps and cloth.  Before I can roll over and sink myself again into the stupor of sleep, he winds an arm across my back, fingers gripping my left side.  A yank and I'm right side up, watching with bleared eyes his face loom above mine, a wobbly smile.  I murmur "Sleep…"

The same incongruous mouth lifts upward.  "I'm not sleepy," with a hoarse rest clogged voice.  He dips, running his face along mine, the contentious friction at once stifling hot yet wonderfully abrasive.  Dry rough morning mouth skims at the corners of my eye, traveling downward.

I realize with a hesitant resignation that I won't be sleeping anymore.  I blink the film away, watching his neck stretch with each pass of his face.  I test my hands, reaching down to my side and prying his gripping fingers away.  Skimming up his arms, trailing the angular bones, kneading flesh.  I lift my face upward capturing his lips with my tongue.  Like running on pebbles, licking his mouth, each pass smoothing the plane.

His eyes glow, his face pulling away slightly to chuckle.  "What was that?"

"Your lips are rough."  I crane my neck up, letting my face brush his, reciprocal movement, exploring the contours down features, gliding across skin.  Staring deeply into one of his eyes, his pupils dark against brown slivers in their bed of ink.  He blinks.  "You have fun eyes."

"Do I?"  Forehead pressed against forehead, his weight bearing me down to the pillow again, the gentle puff as the air flattens around me.  Now wet, smooth lips claim mine, pressing and yielding, spongy.  My arms wrap around his neck, falling on each side of my shoulders, his own hands reaching down the front of my frumpled shirt.   Buttons undo themselves as he shifts a little over me, my skin meeting the wrinkles in his clothes.  He breaks the kiss, planting his elbows to prop himself up, allowing his body to fully cover mine.  An intense heat passes between us.  "Do you mind?"  I let my eyes close, gritting my teeth, his knee working its way maddeningly up and down between my legs.

I tug at the bounds of my half removed shirt, pulling my arms through the sleeves, squirming underneath the onslaught of sensation.  He lifts off me, straddling on his knees, watching from his high perch.  I toss the offending article of clothing away, the warm cotton sheets sliding across my back.  Watching, he reaches down pulling at the button of my pants.  I shift my hips, allowing the layers to fall off, a final tug at my foot.  The intensity of his look captures my attention, the tension tangible, vaporous, darting between us.  Almost predatory he smiles, dropping from his knees to really straddle, his rough jeans scouring my lower stomach.  Slowly, fluidly, the sound of rocking, scalding heat spanning all senses.

I reach upwards blindly, tugging fiercely at his shirt, soon discarded.  The force of the sensations throws me deeper into the bed, my arms rubbing along his stomach, hooking themselves along the waist of his pants.  Fumbling blindly with the button and zipper, I yank, panting in frustration as they refuse to budge.  He laughs, getting up and pulling off his clothes, crawling up to watch me with darkened eyes.  It's indescribable as he descends on me, how our bodies crash against each other, how our chests rise and fall with each hard breath.  Another kiss, long intoxication, the fierce give and take.  Breathless voice in my ear.  "Do you really want to do this?"

Everything stops for a moment, a crash of jumbled nerves and half thoughts.  The hollow of his hip grinds once harshly against my arousal.  I pull upward with inhuman speed, meeting his mouth in affirmation.  Viscous cycling of excitation and pause, bodies grating against each other, quicker every time, wilder each second passing, with more meaning each uncontrollable thrust. 

Deep down under the sensations, I know this goes beyond the lust, the need, the consequence of separation.  It's unspeakable and enormous, and that fear rises up from the depths of my insides.  I find the energy to turn us over, leading my lips along a route down his throat, following a rapidly pulsing artery.  'What if' sounds somewhere in my head.  I smile as I close over one of his nipples, tasting the salt of sweat, the firmness of tensed muscles, the moans.  It's all a risk, the ultimate ante.  You play for your entire life's happiness.  I lap down his flanks, smiling at the barely perceptible quivering as I lick.  You fear that it all dissipates like a dream.  A swirl of my tongue around his navel, soft kiss.  I'm afraid, and with a clear conscience I know that it's perfectly fine.  Lower, and lower, his cracking words pleading against my slow advance, heavy with anticipation.  I can admit I'm afraid of the future, and perhaps that's what sets me free of terror, that's what makes me all the more human.  He gasps under me.

Sweet surrender
is all that I have to give

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Author's Notes:  Ah, that's it.  Let's hope the lime didn't suck as much as I thought it did.  It's not quite my cup of tea, eh?  But it's over now.  Thanks for everyone that took the time to review.