Chocolate

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Eriol was surprised that he had been able to sleep at all the night before. It had been plagued with disturbing dream after disturbing dream. The cause of that? Being left in the dark about what Syaoran and Yukito had spoken of earlier. Of course, Eriol did not dare ask (nor even thought it was appropriate to listen in) on what exactly had transpired in that suspenseful few minutes they'd been alone together. But the serene look on Syaoran's face once they started heading home left him with... curiosity.

And it had been on his mind all night, poking him, as much a Naruku would have done had his "assistant" been present. Luckily, Naruku had found England's atmosphere quite more pleasant after Toya announced his permanent ties to Yuki-koi.

Well, at least *some* people learn without having to be hit repeatedly on the head with a mallet, Eriol thought in annoyance as he stumbled out of bed, his hair unusually messy from tossing much of the night.

He staggered out of his room at seven-thirty, too late to cook a decent breakfast, but if he hurried, he might be able to make some toast and scramble some eggs before Syaoran stumbled out of bed.

As soon as he neared the kitchen, he caught a whiff of sausage in the air though. Eriol peeked into the kitchen, his brows rising when he saw Syaoran whistling at the counter. His brows rose further when he noticed the set table and all the food piled on top.

Syaoran chose that exact moment to turn and smile brightly, a spatula in hand. "Ohayo, Eriol-kun. Sleep well?" Eriol really didn't have a chance to answer because he got the breath knocked out of him when Syaoran dropped the spatula and jumped him. He grunted when his back hit the floor, but further action was stopped when Syaoran leaned down abruptly, his lips catching Eriol's in a not so innocent kiss.

* * * * * *

It was the middle of first period when the two lovebirds finally decided to show up. Or at least, that's what the sensei claimed, but it was actually only ten minutes after the first bell. All eyes turned to the doorway, where Li and Hiragizawa stood, hair and uniforms ruffled and their faces flushed. Their breaths were coming in labored gasps, Li-kun leaning heavily on Hiragizawa-kun, his arm around the others waist for support.

Everyone stared at them in shock-- although not for the first time that week. Syaoran noticed everyone staring and glared at them, but not with as much intensity as usual. Many still cowered. "What the HELL are you staring at?!! Like no one's ever come late to class before!!!"

"Ano…Sorry we're late…we had a little bit of trouble getting here." Eriol stuttered trying to explain, but the sensei didn't give 2/3's of a shit whatsoever.

"You're late for the second time this week! And you've disrupted my class again!"

"We were walking to school when we noticed an old woman getting mugged. We decided to help her out," and he gestured toward their rumpled appearance as if that explained everything. "We then noticed how late we were and so we had to run to get here."

Tsukishiro shook his head while the sensei stared at them in shock. "You expect me to believe this crap?! Do I look stupid to you?!!" the sensei barked a vein popping out of his forehead.

Eriol and Syaoran cowered. "Um…do we have to answer that?" Eriol asked innocently. They both sweatdropped when the sensei's face began turning purple from anger. Behind the sensei, Yukito shook his head once again and sighed. The way those two attracted trouble…

* * * * * *

Eriol stared up at the hallway ceiling and sighed dejectedly. How did he end up in these situations anyway?

"You're okay, right, Eriol-kun?" Syaoran wondered beside him.

"Hai…just wondering about how we've been attracting trouble these days."

Syaoran sighed just as dejectedly, but was unable to physically comfort Eriol because of the buckets of water that they were holding in each hand as punishment (the sensei was sick of them).

Syaoran turned back to his study of the wall while they waited for first period to be over. Eriol stared at Syaoran for a while. "Syaoran…?"

"Hai?" the boy turned to him and gave him a tentative stare with those amber eyes, something so completely different from the usual glare. What had changed that? What had caused Syaoran-koi to change his opinion of him so drastically? Eriol felt himself blush as he remembered what happened that morning…

………flashback………

…Eriol couldn't move. Not when Syaoran was right on top of him, his warm lips gently caressing Eriol's stiff mouth. Syaoran didn't linger on the lips long, though, because he began moving down, trailing moist kisses along his chin, down his jaw, making Eriol shiver slightly. When Syaoran began attacking his neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin, Eriol jerked and gently pushed him away.

"We can't do this Xiao Lang…not when you've just been hurt by Tsukishiro-san. I don't want to take advantage," Eriol whispered, reluctantly putting more space between them by pressing his palms against Syaoran's shoulders and lifting gently.

It was really hard to do that. The object of his affection, the boy who had caught his heart years ago was right there, sitting atop him, his lips inches away from his face. Eriol wanted nothing more than to fall into temptation, but that would most likely harm not only Syaoran, but also Eriol in the long run. Eriol didn't know if he would be able to stand it when Syaoran realized that this sudden attraction was nothing more than the need for affection after such rejection.

"You're not taking advantage." Syaoran said, slightly out of breath.

Eriol began sweating nervously. "Demo…demo…" he wasn't sure of how to proceed. Luckily, Syaoran seemed to know exactly what to do, because he cupped Eriol's cheek in his hand softly, smiling down at the dark-haired boy slightly.

But Eriol let out a yelp of surprise when Syaoran suddenly pinned him down once again, fisting his free hand in Eriol's tousled hair.

"Xiao Lang," Eriol gasped, but Syaoran interrupted.

"Just shut up and kiss me," Syaoran muttered, leaning down and attacking Eriol's lips with his own. Eriol couldn't help but gasp when Syaoran bit his bottom lip. The wolf's sudden intensity and passion had caught him completely off-guard and he didn't realize how badly he was trapped until he tried to lift his hands and found them effectively pinned between both their bodies.

All thoughts of escape disappeared, though, when Syaoran gently parted his lips and slipped his warm tongue into Eriol's mouth, causing Eriol's body and heart to immediately respond. Eriol felt his body relax, turning into pliable mush as Syaoran's hands slid over to cup Eriol's chin. Eriol completely forgot about everything else. To him, there was nothing else but this moment and Syaoran right there with him.

Syaoran was apparently as lost as he was, because he didn't protest when Eriol shifted enough to loosen his hands. The wolf did growl when Eriol slid his hands under his uniform shirt to touch his tense back, and the growl wasn't one of protest. It made Eriol smiled in pleasure to have the normally distant Xiao Lang reacting like that.

And just when things were getting heated, Syaoran pulled away and glanced up at the clock with a dazed expression. It quickly turned into one of shock, though, and he scrambled off of Eriol quickly. Eriol had to repress a growl of protest as Syaoran began straightening his clothes.

"Holy crap, we're late! Come on, koi, we're gonna get detention for a week if we don't start running!" Syaoran urged running off.

Eriol, on the other hand, couldn't really move. Not with the shock of just being called "koi". Hell, he was just getting used to being called Eriol and now he was being addressed as koi? But Syaoran, bless his heart, returned and forcefully pulled him to his feet, handing him his school bag before leading him off…

………end flashback………

…Syaoran noticed Eriol's flushed face and became concerned. "What's wrong with you Eriol-kun? Your face is flushed."

This made Eriol blush harder. "Um…I was just thinking of what happened this morning."

Syaoran blushed as well, but he kept his gaze determinably locked on Eriol. "And…?"

"Well, I was just thinking that you've taken most of the incentive lately," Eriol said, surprised that the fact was bothering him a bit. It was he who was supposed to be in charge, anyway, he who started the whole fiasco. It was about time he take charge again. Eriol adopted a secretive smile, making Syaoran slightly nervous. Especially since the smile was so seductive.

"W-Well, what's so wrong with that?" Syaoran wondered. He leaned back and swallowed nervously when Eriol inched closer.

"Oh, nothing wrong, exactly," Eriol explained, his voice going low. "It's just that…" Eriol trailed off and gazed at Syaoran directly, his grayish-blue eyes staring searchingly into Syaoran's flushed face and nervous eyes.

"Just…?" Syaoran asked swallowing nervously.

"Just that…" Eriol's warm breath was ruffling Syaoran's tousled hair by now, and Syaoran couldn't help but get wary. He was right to be wary because just then--

"Suki desu, Syaoran-koi," Eriol whispered before letting go of the buckets in each hand and jumping Syaoran right there in the hall. They fell along with the loud crash of four buckets full of water landing on the tiled floor. This time, it was Syaoran who was pinned to the floor, Eriol attacking his mouth mercilessly. And Syaoran could do nothing but moan in pleasure, even when the bell suddenly rang, allowing students to go free.

Doors flung open and teenagers roamed free. That is, until they saw the couple on the floor, making out like there was no tomorrow amid dropped buckets and spilled water.

A collective gasp was heard.

The infamous sensei pushed through the crowds and caught the boys. Steam was said to have come out of his ears, but no one was able to prove that. Everyone, however, was able to hear the rather loud--

"LI!!!! HIRAGIZAWA!!!!!!"

--That rang across the hallways. Eriol pulled away from Syaoran and smiled charmingly up at the sensei.

"Hai? Something wrong?"

"Don't give me that innocent act, Hiragizawa! You are going to have detention forever after such an adamant act of vulgarity!!" Eriol sighed and pressed his forehead down on Syaoran's, noticing the wolf's dazed look.

"So, what else is new?"

Owari

Hope you liked this. Let us know what you think. We are planning an epilogue, but we don't know when we will have the time to do it. It's going to take place one month after this. Thanks for reading! All thanks go to us, of course!! ^.^