To Eclipse The Sun and Embrace The Moon by Clow'd9
DISCLAIMER: Zhen Mirou Reed is mine, Nicholas Reed is mine, Gwyn Pebyr is mine, Yue *will* be mine.
Chapter 4 - Tempting and Tasting.
When his mother came back down the staircase she was shaking her head and Yue had once again escaped.
"Did you show him his room?" Clow asked, secretly thinking he'd rather show Gwyn the door.
"Oh I showed him several." She came to a halt on the last step. "He didn't like the first six."
The mage frowned. "Which one *did* he like?"
Zhen hesitated. "Well. . ." She approached her son. "Now sweetheart don't get mad." Clow stared at her but offered no such assurance. "He chose the room next to- next to the door with the crescent moon motif. . .that is Yue's room correct?"
The young man's voice was strangled. "Correct."
"Yes, he said that particular room gave off very calming vibrations."
"I'll just bet!"
"Is his Royal Highness quite comfortable?" Nicholas Reed queried mildly from the door as he entered with the clan leaders bags.
"Now that he's found a throne that suits him." Clow growled and glared at the ceiling which, unsurprisingly, shook fearfully.
Yue looked up as the chandelier rattled and chimed. Strange, but then he had the feeling the next few days were going to be exactly that.
The 'strangeness' started when he decided to take a book to his room and as he was about to open his door he noticed that the one right next to his, usually closed, was slightly ajar. Frowning a little he nudged it further open. It was very dark inside but his sharp vision clearly made out the third visitor reclining lazily on the bed doing. . .nothing. Well it was too dark to do anything.
"Yue." He called. "Come in."
"W-would you like me to open the curtains?"
"No. I'm not a sun person." It seemed to Yue that the words were meant to mean something too him but exactly what he couldn't tell and he was eager to leave and look something up in his book.
"Come, talk to me." Yue entered obediently and even sat on the edge of the bed when indicated, albeit a little awkwardly.
"Tell me. . .what sort of 'master' is Reed?" The cunning human could not have asked any other question that would have gotten Yue talking so enthusiastically. He raved about his creator for a full twenty minutes and barely even noticed the other mans frequent touches beyond logging the information that he was a tactile person.
The second strange occurrence was late at night after the older Reeds had retired to bed and Gwyn too. . .or so they had thought. He'd been waiting as discreetly as possible for his Master unaware that Clow looked up constantly to see him hovering outside his study door, finally the mage left his desk and picked up the taper candle.
Yue was nervous, was he meant to go to his own room? Would he be allowed to sleep in Clow's bed again?
"Bedtime Yue?" Clow asked once he came closer, the Guardian nodded still feeling uncertain even as they arrived outside Clow's room. The mage made no move to stop him as he continued passed the preferred door towards his own his walk becoming dejected until Gwyn appeared outside his destination.
"Bedtime Yue?" He asked, mimicking Clow's earlier question.
Yue started to confirm it before -
To hell with it, thought Clow as he grabbed his creations arm and pulled him back into his own room throwing one last predatory glare at the other man before he followed and closed the door behind him.
Yue was glad to share his masters bed again, if a little hurt that the mage was keeping himself at the very opposite edge of the mattress, far away from his tempting creation.
Over the next few days Clow enjoyed having his parents with him but detested the presence of his rival, all three guests seemed to take him away from his Guardian. . .which was probably for the best he knew.
After three days Gwyn's snide comments about Clow's hermit lifestyle culminated in a demand to borrow the carriage and ride into town. . .with Yue-.
"No!" Clow had denied him instantly.
The disturbing eyes had glinted. "Don't forget Clow, I'm here to report back to the council about your lifestyle, questioning some of the local towns people would be a good place to start don't you think?
"Why do you need to take Yue?"
"I don't 'need' to take him, I 'want' to and you are hardly in the best position to refuse me."
He was right of course but if Zhen and Nicholas hadn't been watching him with such a pleading expression, urging him to hold his temper, he might have just given into the urge to break the bastards neck.
"Fine." He snarled.
Gwyn smiled triumphantly. "Yue" He called using a small magic trick to make his quiet words echo through the mansion until the Guardian appeared swiftly.
"Yes?"
"We're going to town."
"Town?"
That day Yue discovered his second favourite thing (after Clow, before strawberries) and that was riding in the carriage. He was thankful for the suddenly windy weather because it discouraged the other man from talking to him as he held the reins in silence, after a while Yue almost requested that he not strike the horses with that long, thickened strand of leather but managed to hold his tongue.
'Town' was not what Yue had expected, he found himself in a single, gaudy building, a place with lots of women, women who didn't dress at all like Madame Zhen, no, these women had bright red lips and corsets that did not seem to fit them, but he bowed all the same a little startled when they shrieked with laughter and one whispered something to Gwyn, she didn't wait for his reply though as she pressed herself against Yue's chest. . .she didn't smell nice but that was no excuse for the other man to yank her away so violently, whatever Gwyn whispered in her ear turned her rouge cheeks pale and she no longer seemed so eager to go upstairs
For once he regretted losing sight of Gwyn as the man went above with the painted ladies but he learned a few things while he was waiting.
When the carriage returned home Clow had been hopping impatiently from one foot to the other for the passed hour.
"Where have you been!?" He demanded as Gwyn strolled towards him.
"Just because you like boring books and you own boring company doesn't mean that we do, right Yue?"
"Oh, um, right." That was right. . .right? Then why did Clow look betrayed? Wasn't he supposed to agree with the guests? Human affairs were so confusing.
Gwyn slung his arm around the wide-eyed being. "That's my boy!"
'My' boy? Thought Clow.
And then Yue was dragged off AGAIN and he didn't get to speak to him all evening, early evening anyway, he just sat and watched them talking while his mother dredged up a thousand anecdotes form his childhood and he grunted at the appropriate intervals
Sometimes Gwyn could be quite charming, Yue decided. He was certainly a good listener, he had a vast amount of questions about his Master which he was only too happy to answer. . .the continual touching was getting annoying though.
Clow watched through a film of red fury as Gwyn stroked *his* Angel's cheek and Yue simply carried on chatting animatedly - as did his mother. When the marauding fingers trespassed on the beings thigh however, peace treaties suddenly became incredibly insignificant. Clow was on his feet and dragging his creation away before his father, his mother or his 'guest' could even blink.
"M-Master?" Yue stuttered as he stumbled along the corridor, which seemed to darken further as did his creators eyes. "Please tell me what I have done wrong Master."
"You and Gwyn" The mage snapped as he led the stumbling being up the stairs.
"I thought it would please you if I made your guests feel welcome."
"Not that one!"
When Yue found himself being swung roughly into the bathroom he wondered if he was going to have another bath. "Master I don't understand-."
"No Yue, you don't." But how could he? He thought it was natural to share a bed with his creator, natural to kiss him, it was hardly Yue's fault. "You just don't understand."
"I can learn." The Guardian pleaded desperately.
"Good, then here's your first lesson." Clow directed his gaze to the mirror they were now facing and Yue's gaze quickly sought out his angry creator.
"No Yue, don't look at me, look at yourself." That faintly roughened hand that he was growing to love so much rose to cup his chin, instantly gentle. "This is what people see when they look at you bewitching eyes, a lovely mouth," at this point the fingers lingered and Yue was unable to recognise the intensity held within stormy blue eyes before they shifted with obvious effort to another feature of his face. "They see exquisite skin and hair that surely has no purpose but to be touched, in short; perfection."
Surprised at his boldness Yue turned and did not step away when he found himself very close to the other man. "Then I shall have to watch over you Master because you are everything that is perfect to me and I would not share you."
Anger, uncertainty, even jealousy vanished from the sorcerers mind because right then he truly felt like the only man in the world for this being.
"Yue-." He began but it was clearly Yue's day for boldness because he leaned forward and kissed him!
Despite himself, despite his parents' warning he kissed back. Their second kiss was just as sweet as the first although perhaps a little more knowledgeable on Yue's side. . .in fact far more knowledgeable! When he felt a hesitant tongue tip press against his lower lip he drew back suddenly.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" Yue blushed and looked aside, Clow felt an invisible fist impact his stomach and obliterate every peaceful feeling he'd just gained. "I'll kill him!" The Guardian stopped him when he tore himself away.
"No Master!"
"I will not tolerate him touching you in any way that bloody-."
"Gwyn didn't do anything I. . .I read about what we've been doing and the lexicon calls it a 'kiss' but then it mentioned 'mating' so I looked that up and well. . .w-we're not doing anything like *that* so I thought perhaps I was doing something wrong and then I saw people in the town kissing and it was different so I asked the lady when the gentleman left and she said she could show me but she didn't make my stomach funny at all so I said could she just tell me then she said if I waited she'd give a demonstration and since Gwyn was upstairs with his friends I had to wait anyway I did wait until another gentlemen came in and I saw what I was doing wrong I thought I'd try-. . .well. . .I-." The pointed chin tucked further into his chest. "I just wanted to make you happy. . ."
Clow's head spun too much to make sense of all of the speech but he'd already realised that Gwyn must have taken him to a brothel and he was sorry to say he was familiar with the nearest one. There was one thing he couldn't understand though; "what do you mean by 'make your stomach funny'?"
"Like you do." Yue mumbled.
"Oh, I-." The mage could feel himself swaying towards the contrite looking being.
"Clow sweetheart, is everything alright?" His mother appeared with a concerned frown on her face.
Clow loved his mother, he really did BUT GOD DAMN IT!
His father appeared with a studiously perplexed expression on his face. "Yue I was wondering if you could help me locate a book in Clow's jungle/library?"
Clow loved his father, he really did BUT BLOODY HELL!
Gwyn appeared with his perpetual smirk on his face. "Everything alright in here?"
Clow hated Gwyn Pebyr, he really, really, really did.
On the fifth day Yue was arranging the table for dinner when Gwyn snuck very skilfully up behind him and clasped an arm around his waist.
"I hope you're on the menu tonight."
"I'm sorry?"
"So you should be." Yue was confused and it showed in his eyes when he turned around unfortunately coming nose to nose with the other man. "Its not polite to keep a hungry man waiting."
"I'm sure it will be ready soon."
Gwyn's smile was sly. "But I'm ready now." He replied before kissing him roughly and noisily but only for an instant until Yue flung him forcefully across the room.
From in the library Clow heard the sound of something large and heavy being thrown against the panelled walls of the dining hall. He hurried toward the disturbance and met his parents as they did the same. When they arrived the found Gwyn crumpled but still conscious in the corner and Yue scrubbing viciously at his mouth, wiping all traces of the other mans unwanted touch away. Kero was on the floor hissing and spitting on not looking nearly quite as ridiculous as one might have expected, he clearly meant to harm the creature that had upset his brother. . .but it was his brother however that held their attention.
In Clow's lifetime his Guardian were intended to be companions but essentially they were warriors and Yue looked every inch a killer when he looked up. Like his Sun counterpart he'd bared his teeth, his eyes narrowing to mere threads. He didn't even register the new arrivals, he just stared at Gwyn's prone form. Clow could see turbulent shifts in the beings usually calm aura and he rushed forward to prevent him from killing the man though in truth he longed to help him finish the job especially when he saw a silver trickle of what he instinctively knew to be blood trickling down one corner of the Guardian's mouth. He reached to dab at the injury but Yue flinched back taking one look at Clow's startled expression before striding from the room.
"Take care of that creature please." Clow asked his parents, referring to Gwyn, before he followed the Guardian, he hadn't gone far, in fact he had his hands braced either side of the window at the end of the hall. Clow was cautious as he approached.
"Are you alright Yue?"
"I. . .I feel strange." When he turned around he was ashen. "My stomach's gone funny. . ."
"Like when you look at me?" Clow asked.
"No, this isn't nice at all it's. . .I-." Suddenly Yue clapped a hand over his mouth his eyes flying wide open and Clow understood. Taking the tensed shoulders in his hands he began to rub gentle circles across his back. It worked even better than expected but as the Guardian seemed to melt into him awareness returned to the purple gaze and he stood back abruptly.
"Thank-you. I feel better now." Clow somehow doubted that, Yue's expression was too cold, too still. . .it wasn't like him at all.
"Are you coming to bed?" He asked and it was only when saying the words aloud that he realised what a natural occurrence sleeping with his Guardian had become.
"I. . .later."
But Yue didn't come to bed later, Clow had been lying awake for hours waiting for him and it was now early morning. Silently so as not to disturb Keroberos he pulled on his dressing gown and made his way down stairs.
His parents had put Gwyn to bed earlier and just to be awkward he had lost consciousness half way up the stairs so they'd had to carry him. . .they hadn't bothered asking Clow to help.
Concentrating briefly he glimpsed a familiar aura out on the lower balcony and found Yue contemplating a gloomy sky. The Guardian didn't even turn to face him as he approached, he simply spoke in a tight voice. "I'm glad we don't kiss properly Master, it's horrible."
The mage stopped at his side staring at the shrouded moon himself as he replied. "It's not horrible Yue" He caught the sound of a faint sniffle in his left ear and reached to flick the teary trickle away and turn the shuttered face towards him, brushing stray strands of hair away from his mouth.
"What are you doing?" Yue asked huskily.
"I'm going to kiss you properly Yue."
Instantly the being tensed and drew back, 'but I-."
"Sshh." Clow silenced him with a feather light kiss on his chin. "Let me show you Yue, let me show you how it's meant to feel." It hurt the mage to see the new wariness and vague mistrust in his creations eyes but he continued to lower his head regardless.
Yue's lips were clamped tight, no longer soft and pliant as Clow's own connected. With a patience he hadn't known he possessed Clow soothed the lips he longed to consume while Yue opened to his touch like the shyest of blooms. Trembling and hesitant the pale lips parted seeking. . .something.
Charmed by the untutored response Clow yielded to the request and dipped his tongue within the warm recess. The moment Clow felt the innocent tongue curling hesitantly against his own he shivered uncontrollably eventually forced to break the contact.
"Angel." He gasped and did not see the Guardian start at the endearment as he propped his chin on the iridescent head
Eager for more the Guardian initiated the second 'proper' kiss and the thorough but gentle exploration continued until Clow drew back breathing hard. "How was that Yue?"
The creation licked his lips and stared wide eyed at his Masters moistened mouth. "Magic." He whispered. The mage smiled. "Beyond that I think. . ."
That night Yue slept in his bed again, in his arms again but he kept his promise to his parents, though the two men shared many kissed it went no further than that. . .and that was enough.
Breakfast the following morning greeted the resident Pebyr with an almighty headache and an equally mighty black eye, which he dared anyone to comment on. The events of the previous day were not breakfast discussion material.
When Yue entered with Kero at his heels the sweet smile upon his face encompassed everyone except Gwyn whom he simply ignored. Clow smiled as his Guardian bowed politely to his parents then moved to his Master's side.
"If you don't mind Master I am not hungry this morning. May I be excused?" Clow's gaze slid across the table to glare at Gwyn, his parents noticed and swapped knowing looks.
"Certainly Yue. Would you take Kero with you?"
"Of course" the Moon Angel spoke softly and after sparing only one glance for the other occupants at the table he lowered his head and captured Clow's mouth. He employed all the new skills he'd been shown last night and he took his time experimenting with them. His Master's mouth tasted of raspberry which was one fruit he'd never tried so he thought perhaps it was simply how the mage tasted in the morning, he deepened the exploration hungrily. Clow's hands gripped his arms rests until the knuckles turned white.
Zhen looked at her husband who raised his eyebrows before they both looked at Gwyn's dark and glowering face.
Blushing becomingly Yue stepped back and stooped gracefully to pick up his brother. When he had straightened he looked at Gwyn for the first time that morning. He cocked his head consideringly and sucked his lower lip in a manner Clow was sure he didn't intend to be quite so seductive.
"I don't think you kiss properly." He said thoughtfully. Clow choked, Zhen gasped and Nicholas lifted his paper higher. Yue remained oblivious to all as he focused on the seething face he'd left his mark upon. Nothing he could have done would have been as effective as what he then proceeded to do. He smiled. Everyone at the table could read the pitying reassurance on his face as his incredibly skilful insult impacted directly on Gwyn's overdeveloped sense of masculinity.
The Guardian spoke kindly. "Maybe you need lessons. . ." this said he walked from the table with four sets of incredulous eyes on his back all wincing slightly as he turned back with a frown. "But don't ask the Master, he's MY teacher." The purple gaze seemed to flash warningly before he left the room.
Silence reigned along the table until Clow's father interrupted it. "Well. . .Guardians these days. . ." That was all he said before snapping the spine of his paper again and resuming his place. With Gwyn seething to her right Clow watched his mother unhook the hair from behind her ear to hide her smile.
Clow stared at his breakfast and unconsciously brushed his fingers across his mouth. He couldn't bear to wash the taste of Yue away and replace it with something inferior.
"If you'll excuse me I have something I wanted to do in the library."
His parents speared him with a look, he'd probably have to 'explain himself' later. "Of course."
Almost stumbling in his haste Clow bowed and exited the dining room.
* Ugh! I can't apologise enough for this chapter, I've skipped loads of good bits, which I hope to add some day, but I'm writing it in record time so that cuts out on actual readability.
DISCLAIMER: Zhen Mirou Reed is mine, Nicholas Reed is mine, Gwyn Pebyr is mine, Yue *will* be mine.
Chapter 4 - Tempting and Tasting.
When his mother came back down the staircase she was shaking her head and Yue had once again escaped.
"Did you show him his room?" Clow asked, secretly thinking he'd rather show Gwyn the door.
"Oh I showed him several." She came to a halt on the last step. "He didn't like the first six."
The mage frowned. "Which one *did* he like?"
Zhen hesitated. "Well. . ." She approached her son. "Now sweetheart don't get mad." Clow stared at her but offered no such assurance. "He chose the room next to- next to the door with the crescent moon motif. . .that is Yue's room correct?"
The young man's voice was strangled. "Correct."
"Yes, he said that particular room gave off very calming vibrations."
"I'll just bet!"
"Is his Royal Highness quite comfortable?" Nicholas Reed queried mildly from the door as he entered with the clan leaders bags.
"Now that he's found a throne that suits him." Clow growled and glared at the ceiling which, unsurprisingly, shook fearfully.
Yue looked up as the chandelier rattled and chimed. Strange, but then he had the feeling the next few days were going to be exactly that.
The 'strangeness' started when he decided to take a book to his room and as he was about to open his door he noticed that the one right next to his, usually closed, was slightly ajar. Frowning a little he nudged it further open. It was very dark inside but his sharp vision clearly made out the third visitor reclining lazily on the bed doing. . .nothing. Well it was too dark to do anything.
"Yue." He called. "Come in."
"W-would you like me to open the curtains?"
"No. I'm not a sun person." It seemed to Yue that the words were meant to mean something too him but exactly what he couldn't tell and he was eager to leave and look something up in his book.
"Come, talk to me." Yue entered obediently and even sat on the edge of the bed when indicated, albeit a little awkwardly.
"Tell me. . .what sort of 'master' is Reed?" The cunning human could not have asked any other question that would have gotten Yue talking so enthusiastically. He raved about his creator for a full twenty minutes and barely even noticed the other mans frequent touches beyond logging the information that he was a tactile person.
The second strange occurrence was late at night after the older Reeds had retired to bed and Gwyn too. . .or so they had thought. He'd been waiting as discreetly as possible for his Master unaware that Clow looked up constantly to see him hovering outside his study door, finally the mage left his desk and picked up the taper candle.
Yue was nervous, was he meant to go to his own room? Would he be allowed to sleep in Clow's bed again?
"Bedtime Yue?" Clow asked once he came closer, the Guardian nodded still feeling uncertain even as they arrived outside Clow's room. The mage made no move to stop him as he continued passed the preferred door towards his own his walk becoming dejected until Gwyn appeared outside his destination.
"Bedtime Yue?" He asked, mimicking Clow's earlier question.
Yue started to confirm it before -
To hell with it, thought Clow as he grabbed his creations arm and pulled him back into his own room throwing one last predatory glare at the other man before he followed and closed the door behind him.
Yue was glad to share his masters bed again, if a little hurt that the mage was keeping himself at the very opposite edge of the mattress, far away from his tempting creation.
Over the next few days Clow enjoyed having his parents with him but detested the presence of his rival, all three guests seemed to take him away from his Guardian. . .which was probably for the best he knew.
After three days Gwyn's snide comments about Clow's hermit lifestyle culminated in a demand to borrow the carriage and ride into town. . .with Yue-.
"No!" Clow had denied him instantly.
The disturbing eyes had glinted. "Don't forget Clow, I'm here to report back to the council about your lifestyle, questioning some of the local towns people would be a good place to start don't you think?
"Why do you need to take Yue?"
"I don't 'need' to take him, I 'want' to and you are hardly in the best position to refuse me."
He was right of course but if Zhen and Nicholas hadn't been watching him with such a pleading expression, urging him to hold his temper, he might have just given into the urge to break the bastards neck.
"Fine." He snarled.
Gwyn smiled triumphantly. "Yue" He called using a small magic trick to make his quiet words echo through the mansion until the Guardian appeared swiftly.
"Yes?"
"We're going to town."
"Town?"
That day Yue discovered his second favourite thing (after Clow, before strawberries) and that was riding in the carriage. He was thankful for the suddenly windy weather because it discouraged the other man from talking to him as he held the reins in silence, after a while Yue almost requested that he not strike the horses with that long, thickened strand of leather but managed to hold his tongue.
'Town' was not what Yue had expected, he found himself in a single, gaudy building, a place with lots of women, women who didn't dress at all like Madame Zhen, no, these women had bright red lips and corsets that did not seem to fit them, but he bowed all the same a little startled when they shrieked with laughter and one whispered something to Gwyn, she didn't wait for his reply though as she pressed herself against Yue's chest. . .she didn't smell nice but that was no excuse for the other man to yank her away so violently, whatever Gwyn whispered in her ear turned her rouge cheeks pale and she no longer seemed so eager to go upstairs
For once he regretted losing sight of Gwyn as the man went above with the painted ladies but he learned a few things while he was waiting.
When the carriage returned home Clow had been hopping impatiently from one foot to the other for the passed hour.
"Where have you been!?" He demanded as Gwyn strolled towards him.
"Just because you like boring books and you own boring company doesn't mean that we do, right Yue?"
"Oh, um, right." That was right. . .right? Then why did Clow look betrayed? Wasn't he supposed to agree with the guests? Human affairs were so confusing.
Gwyn slung his arm around the wide-eyed being. "That's my boy!"
'My' boy? Thought Clow.
And then Yue was dragged off AGAIN and he didn't get to speak to him all evening, early evening anyway, he just sat and watched them talking while his mother dredged up a thousand anecdotes form his childhood and he grunted at the appropriate intervals
Sometimes Gwyn could be quite charming, Yue decided. He was certainly a good listener, he had a vast amount of questions about his Master which he was only too happy to answer. . .the continual touching was getting annoying though.
Clow watched through a film of red fury as Gwyn stroked *his* Angel's cheek and Yue simply carried on chatting animatedly - as did his mother. When the marauding fingers trespassed on the beings thigh however, peace treaties suddenly became incredibly insignificant. Clow was on his feet and dragging his creation away before his father, his mother or his 'guest' could even blink.
"M-Master?" Yue stuttered as he stumbled along the corridor, which seemed to darken further as did his creators eyes. "Please tell me what I have done wrong Master."
"You and Gwyn" The mage snapped as he led the stumbling being up the stairs.
"I thought it would please you if I made your guests feel welcome."
"Not that one!"
When Yue found himself being swung roughly into the bathroom he wondered if he was going to have another bath. "Master I don't understand-."
"No Yue, you don't." But how could he? He thought it was natural to share a bed with his creator, natural to kiss him, it was hardly Yue's fault. "You just don't understand."
"I can learn." The Guardian pleaded desperately.
"Good, then here's your first lesson." Clow directed his gaze to the mirror they were now facing and Yue's gaze quickly sought out his angry creator.
"No Yue, don't look at me, look at yourself." That faintly roughened hand that he was growing to love so much rose to cup his chin, instantly gentle. "This is what people see when they look at you bewitching eyes, a lovely mouth," at this point the fingers lingered and Yue was unable to recognise the intensity held within stormy blue eyes before they shifted with obvious effort to another feature of his face. "They see exquisite skin and hair that surely has no purpose but to be touched, in short; perfection."
Surprised at his boldness Yue turned and did not step away when he found himself very close to the other man. "Then I shall have to watch over you Master because you are everything that is perfect to me and I would not share you."
Anger, uncertainty, even jealousy vanished from the sorcerers mind because right then he truly felt like the only man in the world for this being.
"Yue-." He began but it was clearly Yue's day for boldness because he leaned forward and kissed him!
Despite himself, despite his parents' warning he kissed back. Their second kiss was just as sweet as the first although perhaps a little more knowledgeable on Yue's side. . .in fact far more knowledgeable! When he felt a hesitant tongue tip press against his lower lip he drew back suddenly.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" Yue blushed and looked aside, Clow felt an invisible fist impact his stomach and obliterate every peaceful feeling he'd just gained. "I'll kill him!" The Guardian stopped him when he tore himself away.
"No Master!"
"I will not tolerate him touching you in any way that bloody-."
"Gwyn didn't do anything I. . .I read about what we've been doing and the lexicon calls it a 'kiss' but then it mentioned 'mating' so I looked that up and well. . .w-we're not doing anything like *that* so I thought perhaps I was doing something wrong and then I saw people in the town kissing and it was different so I asked the lady when the gentleman left and she said she could show me but she didn't make my stomach funny at all so I said could she just tell me then she said if I waited she'd give a demonstration and since Gwyn was upstairs with his friends I had to wait anyway I did wait until another gentlemen came in and I saw what I was doing wrong I thought I'd try-. . .well. . .I-." The pointed chin tucked further into his chest. "I just wanted to make you happy. . ."
Clow's head spun too much to make sense of all of the speech but he'd already realised that Gwyn must have taken him to a brothel and he was sorry to say he was familiar with the nearest one. There was one thing he couldn't understand though; "what do you mean by 'make your stomach funny'?"
"Like you do." Yue mumbled.
"Oh, I-." The mage could feel himself swaying towards the contrite looking being.
"Clow sweetheart, is everything alright?" His mother appeared with a concerned frown on her face.
Clow loved his mother, he really did BUT GOD DAMN IT!
His father appeared with a studiously perplexed expression on his face. "Yue I was wondering if you could help me locate a book in Clow's jungle/library?"
Clow loved his father, he really did BUT BLOODY HELL!
Gwyn appeared with his perpetual smirk on his face. "Everything alright in here?"
Clow hated Gwyn Pebyr, he really, really, really did.
On the fifth day Yue was arranging the table for dinner when Gwyn snuck very skilfully up behind him and clasped an arm around his waist.
"I hope you're on the menu tonight."
"I'm sorry?"
"So you should be." Yue was confused and it showed in his eyes when he turned around unfortunately coming nose to nose with the other man. "Its not polite to keep a hungry man waiting."
"I'm sure it will be ready soon."
Gwyn's smile was sly. "But I'm ready now." He replied before kissing him roughly and noisily but only for an instant until Yue flung him forcefully across the room.
From in the library Clow heard the sound of something large and heavy being thrown against the panelled walls of the dining hall. He hurried toward the disturbance and met his parents as they did the same. When they arrived the found Gwyn crumpled but still conscious in the corner and Yue scrubbing viciously at his mouth, wiping all traces of the other mans unwanted touch away. Kero was on the floor hissing and spitting on not looking nearly quite as ridiculous as one might have expected, he clearly meant to harm the creature that had upset his brother. . .but it was his brother however that held their attention.
In Clow's lifetime his Guardian were intended to be companions but essentially they were warriors and Yue looked every inch a killer when he looked up. Like his Sun counterpart he'd bared his teeth, his eyes narrowing to mere threads. He didn't even register the new arrivals, he just stared at Gwyn's prone form. Clow could see turbulent shifts in the beings usually calm aura and he rushed forward to prevent him from killing the man though in truth he longed to help him finish the job especially when he saw a silver trickle of what he instinctively knew to be blood trickling down one corner of the Guardian's mouth. He reached to dab at the injury but Yue flinched back taking one look at Clow's startled expression before striding from the room.
"Take care of that creature please." Clow asked his parents, referring to Gwyn, before he followed the Guardian, he hadn't gone far, in fact he had his hands braced either side of the window at the end of the hall. Clow was cautious as he approached.
"Are you alright Yue?"
"I. . .I feel strange." When he turned around he was ashen. "My stomach's gone funny. . ."
"Like when you look at me?" Clow asked.
"No, this isn't nice at all it's. . .I-." Suddenly Yue clapped a hand over his mouth his eyes flying wide open and Clow understood. Taking the tensed shoulders in his hands he began to rub gentle circles across his back. It worked even better than expected but as the Guardian seemed to melt into him awareness returned to the purple gaze and he stood back abruptly.
"Thank-you. I feel better now." Clow somehow doubted that, Yue's expression was too cold, too still. . .it wasn't like him at all.
"Are you coming to bed?" He asked and it was only when saying the words aloud that he realised what a natural occurrence sleeping with his Guardian had become.
"I. . .later."
But Yue didn't come to bed later, Clow had been lying awake for hours waiting for him and it was now early morning. Silently so as not to disturb Keroberos he pulled on his dressing gown and made his way down stairs.
His parents had put Gwyn to bed earlier and just to be awkward he had lost consciousness half way up the stairs so they'd had to carry him. . .they hadn't bothered asking Clow to help.
Concentrating briefly he glimpsed a familiar aura out on the lower balcony and found Yue contemplating a gloomy sky. The Guardian didn't even turn to face him as he approached, he simply spoke in a tight voice. "I'm glad we don't kiss properly Master, it's horrible."
The mage stopped at his side staring at the shrouded moon himself as he replied. "It's not horrible Yue" He caught the sound of a faint sniffle in his left ear and reached to flick the teary trickle away and turn the shuttered face towards him, brushing stray strands of hair away from his mouth.
"What are you doing?" Yue asked huskily.
"I'm going to kiss you properly Yue."
Instantly the being tensed and drew back, 'but I-."
"Sshh." Clow silenced him with a feather light kiss on his chin. "Let me show you Yue, let me show you how it's meant to feel." It hurt the mage to see the new wariness and vague mistrust in his creations eyes but he continued to lower his head regardless.
Yue's lips were clamped tight, no longer soft and pliant as Clow's own connected. With a patience he hadn't known he possessed Clow soothed the lips he longed to consume while Yue opened to his touch like the shyest of blooms. Trembling and hesitant the pale lips parted seeking. . .something.
Charmed by the untutored response Clow yielded to the request and dipped his tongue within the warm recess. The moment Clow felt the innocent tongue curling hesitantly against his own he shivered uncontrollably eventually forced to break the contact.
"Angel." He gasped and did not see the Guardian start at the endearment as he propped his chin on the iridescent head
Eager for more the Guardian initiated the second 'proper' kiss and the thorough but gentle exploration continued until Clow drew back breathing hard. "How was that Yue?"
The creation licked his lips and stared wide eyed at his Masters moistened mouth. "Magic." He whispered. The mage smiled. "Beyond that I think. . ."
That night Yue slept in his bed again, in his arms again but he kept his promise to his parents, though the two men shared many kissed it went no further than that. . .and that was enough.
Breakfast the following morning greeted the resident Pebyr with an almighty headache and an equally mighty black eye, which he dared anyone to comment on. The events of the previous day were not breakfast discussion material.
When Yue entered with Kero at his heels the sweet smile upon his face encompassed everyone except Gwyn whom he simply ignored. Clow smiled as his Guardian bowed politely to his parents then moved to his Master's side.
"If you don't mind Master I am not hungry this morning. May I be excused?" Clow's gaze slid across the table to glare at Gwyn, his parents noticed and swapped knowing looks.
"Certainly Yue. Would you take Kero with you?"
"Of course" the Moon Angel spoke softly and after sparing only one glance for the other occupants at the table he lowered his head and captured Clow's mouth. He employed all the new skills he'd been shown last night and he took his time experimenting with them. His Master's mouth tasted of raspberry which was one fruit he'd never tried so he thought perhaps it was simply how the mage tasted in the morning, he deepened the exploration hungrily. Clow's hands gripped his arms rests until the knuckles turned white.
Zhen looked at her husband who raised his eyebrows before they both looked at Gwyn's dark and glowering face.
Blushing becomingly Yue stepped back and stooped gracefully to pick up his brother. When he had straightened he looked at Gwyn for the first time that morning. He cocked his head consideringly and sucked his lower lip in a manner Clow was sure he didn't intend to be quite so seductive.
"I don't think you kiss properly." He said thoughtfully. Clow choked, Zhen gasped and Nicholas lifted his paper higher. Yue remained oblivious to all as he focused on the seething face he'd left his mark upon. Nothing he could have done would have been as effective as what he then proceeded to do. He smiled. Everyone at the table could read the pitying reassurance on his face as his incredibly skilful insult impacted directly on Gwyn's overdeveloped sense of masculinity.
The Guardian spoke kindly. "Maybe you need lessons. . ." this said he walked from the table with four sets of incredulous eyes on his back all wincing slightly as he turned back with a frown. "But don't ask the Master, he's MY teacher." The purple gaze seemed to flash warningly before he left the room.
Silence reigned along the table until Clow's father interrupted it. "Well. . .Guardians these days. . ." That was all he said before snapping the spine of his paper again and resuming his place. With Gwyn seething to her right Clow watched his mother unhook the hair from behind her ear to hide her smile.
Clow stared at his breakfast and unconsciously brushed his fingers across his mouth. He couldn't bear to wash the taste of Yue away and replace it with something inferior.
"If you'll excuse me I have something I wanted to do in the library."
His parents speared him with a look, he'd probably have to 'explain himself' later. "Of course."
Almost stumbling in his haste Clow bowed and exited the dining room.
* Ugh! I can't apologise enough for this chapter, I've skipped loads of good bits, which I hope to add some day, but I'm writing it in record time so that cuts out on actual readability.