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Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness

Part 3

In his office, Eriol held his trademark Cheshire smile as he continued with his paperwork. It wasn't unusual for the businessman to be smiling so, yet today, it was unusually happy. He had awoken to find a beautiful brunette in his arms, and they had shared breakfast together. What had made that morning better was that Syaoran had been slightly shy around him – not to mention he got to watch his lover do routine martial art exercises (making a mental note never to get on Syaoran's bad side). It was so adorably cute. And he never found himself thinking things like that.

He had already had three meetings today, and his mind still wandered somewhat... he had a plan, and he was going to go through with it.


Syaoran was in a very good mood today. And all of his employees could tell. He wasn't glaring as much, and he even let himself relax during a phone meeting to the vice-president of the most annoying company in the world. His day wasn't going to be spoiled. Not even by the woman currently sitting across from him.

"So, it's just curious since we were talking and everything... then out of nowhere, he just pushed me into a date with some friend of his. Syaoran, are you listening?"

Daidouji Tomoyo was an experienced business-woman who had met Syaoran during college when they had took up the same business course. From then on, they had stayed in touch, and were even business partners to a point. And since they were such close friends, Tomoyo took it upon herself to keep Syaoran in complete check – that, and more importantly his wardrobe.

As a woman who constantly observed the world, she was well aware that Syaoran seemed to be in a good mood. This was a rare occasion.

"Yes, Tomoyo, I'm listening. Who are you speaking about anyway? You haven't told me yet, before you make any remarks." A small fsmile graced the businessman's face as he regarded his partner.

"Oh, well, you know my competitor Hiiragizawa Eriol?" she asked, eyes closed as she smiled widely – which usually meant trouble.

"Sort of... what are you looking at me like that for? ...Tomoyo? Tomoyo!"

The amethyst eyed woman had launched herself at him and her purple measuring tape had whipped out of no where, and was now positioned against his arm.

"Oh, no! No. No! Tomoyo, get off!" Syaoran growled out, pushing her away.

"Fine." The amethyst eyes were closed again, and the young business-woman sat back down putting her tape away. "You haven't changed in size much anyway. But I can still make a few adjustments from the measurement I got from your arm."

Syaoran sweat-dropped, sighing, "I haven't changed at all."

Tomoyo nodded – almost to herself – before replying, "well, physically."

"Meaning?" The scowl was back. Syaoran's mood had just dropped a few notches, and he was really trying to hold his patience in check.

"Well... who is she?"

"What? Who?" Syaoran looked at her, slightly taken aback and confused.

"This young woman who seems to have caught our dear Li Syaoran's eye. So, who is she?" Tomoyo practically bubbled as she bounced in her seat, stars fluttering in her dark eyes.

Paling, Syaoran coughed before trying to compose himself – and succeeding horribly. Shifting in his seat, he cleared his throat, images of the night before racing through his mind. "There is no she," he answered truthfully. As feminine as Eriol could have been, he had proved himself to certainly be male. Blushing at that particular thought, he rubbed his temples, and tried to stop his heart from panicking.

"Your face says otherwise, Syaoran-kun." That infuriating smile was back on her face, and she now seemed to have a large black bag on her lap that seemed to come out of nowhere – oh, yes. This was the Tomoyo he knew. She was in a good mood too, it seemed.

"What's that? And why does it seem that those types of things come out of nowhere?" Syaoran asked pointing at the item in question. Tomoyo then placed the bag at his feet.

"Wear it for her. Please?"

Not even thinking about looking into the bag, Syaoran just looked at his best friend. "There's no she to wear it for, Tomoyo."


Smiling widely, Eriol stood staring in the doorway at the brunette as she twirled in front of the mirror.

"It looks great, Sakura. You always do."

"Yes, well... I'd look better if you hadn't just pushed me into this date an hour ago!" The green-eyed model complained. Her pale pink dress flowed around her, and the glitter on the hem sparkled lightly as she spun. The thin straps hung gently on her shoulders, and left her back bare, except where a glittering diamond necklace clasp lay gently down her elegant spine. She looked every bit the model she was.

"Actually... I was wondering if you new someone. Or at least something of him." Eriol's glasses gleamed slightly in the light as he viewed the young model tying her hair back with a pin.

"Who? Is it someone famous? Like another model, maybe?" She asked. Twirling to face him, she picked up her pink hand-bag, slipping it over her shoulder, before making her way towards him and the door.

"Well, he's..."


Syaoran wasn't usually fond of the things that Tomoyo made him. But she had outdone herself this time.

White silk three-quarter pajama bottoms with a pocket on either side, showed off his slender legs, and a thin – almost see-through – white shirt that was tied at the back with a thin white ribbon, and the collar hung around his shoulders. An embroidered pattern of peonies hemmed the short sleeves and mid-section, as well as the bottoms.

Turing in the mirror slightly, he regarded the outfit with a critical eye, yet he could not find something about the clothes that he disliked.

After Tomoyo had left his office that morning, he had then called Eriol to help arrange a date – after all, he was not about to let the woman find out about his love-life just yet -she would proberly never stop talking about it otherwise -when he, himself, was still in the early stages – blushing furiously and hoping that the other man wouldn't notice over the phone.

At the end of the conversation, Syaoran had shyly invited the other over for a night in.

/"You cook as well as dance, Syaoran?" The voice on the other side of the line seemed to be smirking somewhat, although Syaoran would never know.

"Yes, among other things, Hiiragizawa. Though its still none of your business," he growled out, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

"I'd be delighted. Thank you. And perhaps, a 'dessert'?"

"Hentai."/

The brunette scowled at the mirror. He really wasn't used to receiving such comments... and he wasn't used to wanting them to be true. Shaking his head, Syaoran changed back into casual clothing, placing his new nightwear under his pillow, and proceeded to the living room, where a certain amethyst-eyed woman was glaring at him fixedly.

"Well?" She asked, taking not of his clothing. "I thought you said that we were going out to somewhere fancy."

The designer was clad in a white gypsy top, with matching ribbons on the small bands of sleeves, and a lilac skirt that stopped just below her knees. A white and lilac wrap was tied elegantly around her waist, and pearl bangles and earrings finished off the look.

"You are. I'm not. I told you, its a date," Syaoran replied, slumping down into the couch.

For his part, Syaoran preferred living in his homely apartment rather than any adobe such as his new lover's. Although small, it was the first place he had been able to call home after his mothers passing. Not even his sisters had been able to make him feel better in the summer mansion back in China.

"With who? And since when do you set people up on dates?" She had sat herself in a seat opposite the brunette, her eyes never leaving his.

"I don't set people up, Tomoyo. This is only so that you can have a good night out, instead of working all the time. As for who, you'll find out when you get there." He smiled slightly at the woman's slightly hunched form, knowing that this was her way of sulking.

"So what'll you be doing tonight, then?"

"Having dinner."


A graceful knock on the door, and Eriol smiled his Cheshire smile as he heard a small yelp followed quickly by a rustling noise. A few moments later, Syaoran opened the door, amber eyes cautiously glancing around the hallway.

"Good evening, Syaoran."

"Good evening, Hiiragizawa. Would you like to come in?"

"Thank you."

The two stood awkwardly inside the hall, before the shorter of the two led the way into the small living area. Eriol was nicely surprised to see a couple of lit candles, and the smell of flowers reached his nose. Sitting down on the couch, Eriol's smile grew wider as Syaoran shuffled around the apartment, getting their dinner ready.

"I hope you don't mind sitting in here for it, only I don't like eating in the kitchen," Syaoran asked.

"Of course. I'm just delighted to be welcomed into your home," Eriol's large smile turned into a slight smirk as he watched the brunettes face turn bright red.

"Of course."

Standing, Eriol moved to stand between the other man and the doorway into the kitchen – where wondrous smells were escaping from – placing his hands gently around Syaoran's waist. Leaning down, Eriol captured Syaoran's lips in a sweet kiss. Syaoran moaned quietly as his arms came up and around the others neck, his hands finding their way into dark hair.

Pulling their bodies tighter together, Eriol pressed himself into the other man, rocking slightly and earning a shuddering moan. Pulling away for a second, the two gasped before Eriol's lips descended onto his exposed neck.

"Ah! E-Eriol!"

Nipping over a particularly sensitive area, Eriol thrust his hips into Syaoran's earning a harsh mewl. Syaoran's eyes opened focusing on the kitchen door, before they widened.

"Oh no!" Pushing the taller man off, Syaoran manuvered around him and dashed into the kitchen area. Groaning in annoyance, all Eriol could do was straighten his clothing, and watch after the brunette as he set about completing their dinner before it burnt.

A minute later, and Syaoran came out setting two trays filled with cuisines that he doubted even some of the best chefs in Britain could produce. Putting the image into his mind, Eriol waited for the other man to sit down before they started to eat in a strange silence.

All Eriol could think about was how amazing Syaoran truly is. And how good the food in his mouth was. Ever the gentleman, Eriol decided that perhaps jumping the brunette straight after the meal wouldn't be the best thing he ever did – no matter how much he wanted to.

"Absolutely delicious. My goodness, your not really a chef are you?" Eriol slyly asked. He had received a lot of information from his good friend and popular model, and he was just aching to divulge it piece by piece.

"No, although my sisters were never any good, so that usually left me to cook when mother was working late. Do you really like it?"

"Yes. So tell me, what profession are you in, exactly? You know, outside of dancing." That Cheshire cat smile was in place again, and he helped Syaoran take the plate out to be washed.

"I haven't told you?" Syaoran asked, almost to himself, but knew that he couldn't give such information away.

"No, but I am interested. If you'd tell me."

"And you?" Syaoran filled the sink with hot water, pouring a squirts' worth of washing-up liquid into the mix. He was half facing the sink, and half facing the other man.

"I'm sorry?"

"What is your profession?"

"I'm in the business industry. I have told you. And I even gave you my card."

"Yes, but what is it that you do?" Syaoran asked again, now turning off the water and starting on the dishes.

"I'm a director. I mainly manage the models and the shoots. But I don't own the business completely. I share it with my business partner, one Kaho Mitzuki. She's an old friend." Eriol was now leaning against the door frame watching the brunette as he scrubbed the plates and placed them onto the dish rack. "And you?"

"I'm a businessman myself."

No more was going to be said on the matter as far as Syaoran was aware.

"Ah, yes. It must be hard trying to dance without anyone knowing you, especially being a CEO of one of the biggest businesses in the world."

Dropping a dish into the sink, Syaoran turned fully to glare at Eriol. "What?" He gritted out.

"Well, owning such a large industry of merchandise, and clothing, and all sorts of other things must be quite tiring. Its a wonder you have the energy to dance at all," Eriol's smile had also disappeared, and he was looking back at those fierce amber eyes he had fallen for.

"Where did you find all this out? Tell me, Eriol!"

"A friend of mine," he casually replied. Stepping forward, Eriol once again wrapped his arms around Syaoran's waist, and induced a long and passionate kiss. "You feel that hickie on your shoulder, just below your collar bone? That's proof that your mine now."

And with that, Eriol pulled the brunette to him again. After a few seconds he let Syaoran push him away. Flustered, Syaoran dried his hands on a towel, and gently let his fingers glide over the marking.

"Yours?" He bit out. "I belong to no one."

"Well, I want you to be mine. Like you were once Sakura's."

An intense silence filled the kitchen as Syaoran steadied himself against the counter, eyes wide. "Sakura? How do you know about her? And what does it matter?"

"You were engaged to her, Syaoran. You belonged to her once. Now I want you to belong to me." Pulling them close again, Eriol stared sharply into those wide and upset eyes. He pushed the brunette against the counter, and re-instated the kiss.

"Is that a proposal?"

"Perhaps."

The next kiss they shared led them to the bedroom, and long into the night.


Brooding Darkness: My apologies for ending it there, but there will be explanations in the next chappie. Thank you for staying and reading this longer chapter. Please review! Thank you!