A/N Oh gosh, I feel quite blasphemous! I'm not sure if this were 'twisted' enough for the challenge (more like weird, though). I hope the fans would still like me despite…:waves her Touya/Yuki flag as a truce sign: …and forgive me? I would still appreciate your comments and constructive criticisms.

This is an edited version, might I add – edited according to ratings. If you want the "writer's cut" version, it's available in my writing journal. Thanks for reading!

DISCLAIMER If I owned CCS, I wouldn't be slaving on office overtime. Card Captor Sakura belongs to CLAMP.

Written for the following LJ communities:
- 101kisses challenge themes: Theme #94 – Russian Roulette
- tsukimineshrine challenge prompt: Twisted - Remember your OTP, and how it's so sweet and fluffy and pure? Yeah. Now write this pairing in a way that makes it dark, disturbing, or just plain wrong.

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Weakness

by Morrigan Mikagami

© April 2006

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"Yuki."

Hesitation.

"Hn?"

"You can sleep over tonight if you'd like."

Feigned nonchalance. A nervous glance.

"Sure."

One lopsided grin, and a heart thumping loudly for joy.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O

His breath was hot on his sensitive skin, electrifying every nerve on his body, infringing on his other senses. Whether by impulse or instinct, he arched his body up towards the other man, pushing and grinding his hips, as though the mere action would shed their clothing. He bit his lip to suppress the sound; his hands tangled in the mass of soft hair now grasped them as if holding on for dear life.

"Now. Hurry." Were the only concrete words he could form within his lust-filled, anxious mind. There was no need for foreplay, they /couldn't/ afford for foreplay, especially not now. Not when the chances of them getting walked into and be caught were great. He just could /not/ risk it.

His lover suddenly stopped what he was doing and met his gaze through a cloudy haze.

"Please…" He pleaded, whispering hoarsely. They've got about ten more minutes before anyone would become suspicious.

The other man seemed to have understood the desperate plea, his eyes shortly softened in empathy.

"Please."

He was nearly there… he wanted so much… nearly… so much…

Before completely falling into oblivion, he managed to bite onto his lip – hard – if only to muffle the growl that was caught somewhere in his throat. It'll bleed and leave a mark, for sure.

He doesn't care. It doesn't matter right now.

The euphoria of the encounter had simply left him breathless and weak. And for a few more seconds, he delved in its effects, high as though on drugs.

Silky lips brought him back to time-present, tenderly licking up on the wound he had made.

"We should go." He vaguely remembered his lover saying, as he helped him hastily put his pants back on. He merely nodded in agreement, his mind was half lost at re-arranging his clothes, smoothing them out compulsively. The other man waited patiently for him until he was satisfied, an affectionate smile never leaving his face.

He smiled back at him, warmly. "I'll bring in the cake."

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O

The moment he walked into the parlor, everyone made reach for the cake. And suddenly, they all gathered around him with their plates and fork, not even waiting for him to set down the pastry on the table.

One person approached him with a forceful stride, however, a deep concern etched all over his tanned face.

"Yuki! What happened? Are you alright! You've got a wound on your lips!"

He pursed his lips impulsively. Indeed, he tasted blood.

"Tsukishiro-kun just got a little too excited about the cake," Fujitaka walked into the room behind him, holding a tray with cups full of steaming, hot tea. "I believe there's some medical crème in the bathroom." He smiled calmly at his son, no other emotion betrayed his demeanor.

His best friend was frowning a little, looking from him to his father, as though sensing a lie. Or was he just paranoid?

But then, Touya placed a tentative hand on his cheeks, the thumb delicately touching the gash on his lips where he'd bit them, scowling softly at it.

"To-ya…"

"You should be more careful, Yuki." The taller boy half-reprimanded him, offering a small, endeared smile, before taking away his hand.

His heart sank a little. He didn't want to get out of it. Neither of it.

So that when he returned the smile to his friend, he could only wish that he looked genuinely happy, enough for him to believe.

"To-ya, you worry too much."