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Warning: Sexual content of the yaoi kind. Nothing too explicit as fanfiction is clamping down.
"Blah blah blah" is speech
"Blah blah blah" is the person talking on the other end of the phone
####### is a time cut, but with the same people at the same place
Gypsy Dance
by Brooding Darkness
Part 13
The first of the three buildings that they were going to see was just as large as the rest of the buildings that they had seen thus far and Yue had the feeling that the other two – right along with every other building besides – would be of the same size and type. The current building held the same three features as the last: it was tall with long glass windows; it had a cool yet welcoming look of a fresh new building made with the newest and highest technology available; and it was situated in one of the busiest areas in the city. For most business men this would be the perfect building – just as the last twenty buildings they had viewed would have been.
But, not to one Tsukishiro Yue.
Yue was looking for the perfect building which would combine everything they needed technologically along with everything he wanted to make the place classy, styled and traditional. He had made that perfectly clear to Li Meiling almost every time she had taken him to see one of these new age buildings, yet somehow, she always showed him the same type with the next building they went to view.
"Finally! Where have you been?" Yue asked scowling as the red eyed woman bounded up to him. This was the fourth time she had turned up late this week, and the silver haired man was beginning to get irritated by it.
"Sorry! Sorry! I was just... Never mind. Sorry I'm late, but I'm here now," she shook her head, brushing her long dark locks over the back of her shoulder. She was dressed quite well this morning, if a bit rumpled, but that didn't stop Yue from seeing the faint markings on her left wrist.
"Well, we better get on with this then," he uttered, looking down the street at the corner the young woman had just emerged from. The bruising wasn't as bad as it had been the day before, but it was still noticeable, and Yue wondered just how Syaoran had either missed it or just not seen it.
"Yeah." Leading the way down the street and away from the new age building, Yue was only slightly surprised when she smirked as they turned the next corner. "Since you keep disregarding the buildings we've been viewing for the past few weeks, I thought that there should be a change of pace." Smiling brightly, Meiling practically skipped along in her bright red high heels as they crossed the street and moved passed the next new age office building.
"Where are we going?"
"To see the building that I've personally picked out for you. You'll love it," she smirked again.
Yue had no idea if she was being sarcastic and just messing with him, or if she genuinely felt that she had finally found the perfect office space for his and Yukito's companies head office to move into.
"I'm sure."
A comfortable silence passed between them as they both stepped onto the curb and continued to make their way through the crowding streets of Greater Manchester. It was an excellent place of business and Yue had to admit that most of the businesses in this area were not only family businesses that had been around for at least one hundred years, but they were traditional, stylish and the majority of the buildings had a kind of historic twist on the technological advantages that had taken place.
"I don't usually pry or comment on other people's personal lives – including my twin brother's – but I must ask..."
"Whoa! Back up there, Ice Queen! You actually care about something? Something besides finding the perfect office building?" Meiling asked walking backwards once again while staring in mock wide eyed amazement.
"...Yes. Anyway, however you are obtaining those bruises you should stop it."
Stopping in place, Meiling's face went still without even missing a beat while still walking backwards. "It's not like I bruise myself on purpose. It's that stupid jewellery! I've stopped wearing it now so they should disappear."
Raising one silver eyebrow, the silverette merely nodded before looking past her and at the people who were making a measured effort to avoid the black haired woman stepping backwards on her heels.
Groaning inwardly for what felt like the infinite time that morning, Syaoran wondered just why he only went out drinking with Yamazaki on week days, and why the two of them always managed to get so drunk that he only remembered the beginning of the night and nothing else. Rubbing his left temple, the brunette sighed quietly to himself.
"Is everything alright, sir?" Karen, one of his many secondary secretaries who usually answered directly to Meiling, asked him as she placed a green file onto his desk.
"I'm fine thank you, Karen. It's just a small headache, nothing an ibuprofen can't fix," he smiled slightly at her. Nodding in reply, the blonde quickly excused herself, shutting the door behind her.
*RING RING RIN-*
"Hello?"
"You sound awful!"
"Thanks, Hiiragizawa."
"What exactly did you and that reporter get up to?" Eriol sounded both amused and agitated, but without seeing his face, Syaoran wasn't sure if he was imagining the second emotion or not.
"We just went out for a few drinks. And then, as always, 'Zaki got me into a... err... slight competition."
"Slight competition? What exactly equates to a 'slight competition' that gets you that drunk?"
"You don't wanna know," Syaoran groaned, putting a hand to his aching head.
"Did anything I should know about happen?" Eriol enquired knowing that he was stepping into dangerous territory.
"What?"
"Did anything that I should know about happen?" Hoping that Syaoran would interpret the question in the way it was intended and not in the way it sounded, the bluenette mentally held his breath.
"You mean 'did I do anything stupid and not get home safely'? Well, no Eriol! I got hammered slept with several prostitutes before pretending to be Charles Peace¹ and robbing a number of houses before finally going back to 'Zaki's place for some hot sex," Syaoran droned sarcastically.
"Oh? Did anyone catch you?"
"Yes. They were supposed to hang me at dawn, but since I was being so good, they decided to let me off with a warning. What the hell are you on about? We went for a few drinks and then we went back to mine before getting thoroughly drunk and Yamazaki's fiancée had to come a take him home!"
"I'm sorry, but I had to ask. It's actually in the papers that you went out drinking, but it doesn't give any actual information so I thought I'd ask," Eriol replied apologetic. He really had just been asking after the other male's state. "Anyway, I actually called to see if you wanted to come over tonight so that we might talk."
"About the case?"
"Among other things."
"Alright, what time?"
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It never failed to surprise Syaoran just how small the mansion looked. He knew that that made him seem pretty stuck up, but Syaoran had been raised in the higher part of society where his father's Summer House was larger than the white mansion he had just entered. The building's main foyer was a small square area which led off to a narrow staircase on one side and several doors leading to various rooms surrounding the ground floor. Trying not to turn pink, Syaoran wondered just what sort of lifestyle he must have had as a child that led him to believe the building to be 'small'.
Regardless, Syaoran waited patiently for Eriol to make his appearance while viewing the pretty landscape paintings hung on the walls.
"Syaoran."
Smiling gently, Eriol gracefully made his way down the stairs admiring the way Syaoran looked in his home. The brunette was dressed in a more casual coal grey suit with a white and pastel blue thin stripped shirt unbuttoned at the top, with no tie. His hair was lightly ruffled from the typical British wind and the light smile that was now lighting up his beautiful amber eyes almost took Eriol's breath away.
"Hello, Eriol. How have you been?" Trying to maintain eye contact, Syaoran forced himself not to check the bluenette out. The glassed clad man was dressed in a navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and black trousers, his hair was neat as usual but the way it fell about his face made Syaoran's heart quicken slightly.
"Fine, although a little rushed from the impending case," the bluenette smiled reaching out a hand to the brunette. Pulling Syaoran close, Eriol gently kissed the other man momentarily forgetting all of his problems and focusing on the wonderful feeling that spread throughout his body. Drawing away slightly, Eriol smiled again. "You?"
"Fine. Although I think Meiling's keeping something from me. Otherwise, fine."
"Ah."
That put a bit of a damper on his mood. Eriol knew that something bad was going on with the vibrant young woman, but he'd figured that Syaoran would've known by now. And Eriol's guess as to what was going on was not good on any level.
"You should talk to her and not let her leave until she's told you what's wrong," the glasses clad man advised seriously.
"Later tonight. I've actually just been trying to make time. I've been so busy and whenever I manage to make time she keeps brushing me off," Syaoran shrugged shaking his head slightly in frustration.
"Okay, well, I'm sure the two of you will be able to sort it all out. How about we go somewhere a bit more comfortable," smiling brightly, Eriol led them to a room on the right which was a beautifully decorated sitting room complete with plush chairs and a large couch, a small coffee table and various gold and red decorated ornaments. Taking a seat on the right side of the couch, Eriol patted the area next to him.
"So, what do you want to talk about first?" Syaoran asked, taking a seat in the indicated area.
"The case. I don't want you involved in any way or form."
"Good, because I'm not going to be. It's hard enough keeping Gypsy secret without being in a relationship that could be brought forward in front of a court."
"But, I do want your advice every now and then. Will that be okay?" Eriol asked, taking one of Syaoran's hands in his.
"That's fine," the brunette smiled brightly. "But I'm no lawyer, so what I may say might mean nothing. And you might not like everything that I have to say, at that."
"That's perfectly fine, of course," Eriol smiled back. "Speaking of lawyers, I would like to ask if you have a good one."
"Why?"
"Well, if you're going to be running around like Charles Peace then you'll need a good one."
Laughing lightly, the two shared a quick look before Eriol gave in. Leaning over again, Eriol quickly took Syaoran's lips with his own gripping the brunettes hand lightly and trying to keep himself in check.
"Eriol?" Syaoran murmered.
"Yes?"
"Get your hand off of my thigh."
"Ah."
Pulling away, Eriol merely smiled mysteriously, not even a little ashamed at his blatant attempt to touch the other man. Being fair, Eriol felt that he had actually done a good job of keeping himself in check.
"You want me?"
"Of course."
"Yet you put us on a break?" Syaoran frowned.
"I know. Looking at you right now, I'm regretting it immensely."
"You have no shame."
"Naturally," laughing, Eriol brushed Syaoran's cheek lightly.
"Stop that. This is exactly why we shouldn't be alone together."
"You agreed to come and see me," Eriol protested.
"After you insisted. I'm not ready to stay in a full relationship yet, Eriol, and you know that." Leaning back and away from the bluenette, Syaoran crossed his arms lightly.
"Which is why I suggested the break. If you think we were moving too fast, then that was the best way to take a step back and still remain in a relationship of a sort," sitting back himself, Eriol relaxed back into the comfortable couch knowing the argument that was coming.
"Then you should stop jumping me," Syaoran retaliated.
"Excuse me, but I do believe that you jumped me," the bluenette smiled recalling the moment in the CEO's office.
Blushing bright red, Syaoran acknowledged the incident, but pushed on. "I was referring back to the club and almost every event thereafter."
"I know. And I apologise if you felt pushed or pressured in any way but you can't really blame me."
"How can I not blame you?"
"You always look sexy."
"Hentai." Growling lightly, Syaoran glared at the other man mentally preparing himself to leave.
As if Eriol could sense this, the bluenette took Syaoran's hand once more, smiling apologetically at his given answer if just because he didn't really have an answer. Syaoran tended to have that effect on him.
"Don't."
"Don't?"
"Don't try to pull any moves, they won't work and I'm not in the mood."
"I wasn't, really. I just don't know how to get to a comfortable place with you," the manager admitted.
"Then ask," the brunette sighed. Running a hand through his already messy hair, Syaoran wondered how they were going to move on without ending it all. Standing, Syaoran uttered, "I should go."
"You just got here." Standing now, too, Eriol frowned slightly wanting the brunette to stay.
"Why? We've talked and it's not really got us anywhere. I feel like we've said all we can say for now, and we need to know where to move to now before we can actually make the move."
"Alright," Eriol sighed back. "At least let me have another kiss?"
"Fine," Syaoran smiled.
Leaning over, the brunette lightly brushed his lips against the others, letting himself sink into the touch. Eriol's arms wrapped themselves around his waist and Syaoran's arms moved around the other's shoulders in reply. The kiss continued as the two pressed themselves lightly against each other, letting the kiss sink into them and ignoring the emotions that they had both felt just moments before. Licking at Syaoran's lower lip, Eriol pushed past the brunettes defences and plunged into that hot mouth.
Moaning into the kiss, Syaoran felt his knees grow weak tightening his hold on the other man and letting the bluenette carry his weight slightly. Tightening his arms in silent reply, Eriol moved lightly so that they both sank into the plush couch. Leaning so that Syaoran was lay below him, stretched out and lips still locked with Eriol laying over him.
Pulling away reluctantly, the bluenette shifted their positions so that they were both laying straight across the couch, the brunette panting below him, face flushed and bright amber eyes filled with lust.
"Eriol," Syaoran breathed.
That snapped his restraint. Diving back into that glorious mouth, Eriol pushed off the coal grey suit jacket, nimbly unbuttoning the other's shirt before pulling the two of them back just enough so that the articles of clothing could be removed. Responding in kind, Syaoran's fingers quickly unbuttoned Eriol's shirt pushing it back and off the pale expanse of skin hidden beneath the silky cloth.
Moaning together when their bare chests finally pressed against each other, Syaoran threw all rational thought out of the window and grasped as much of that delicious skin as he could. Running one hand through the dark blue tinted hair and the other hand ran its way down to the button and zip on the other's trousers.
Grinding down, Eriol ran his fingers over the soft lightly tanned skin pushing the two of them further into the couch. He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of Syaoran's hand tugging in his hair and brushing over his growing erection. Grinding downwards again, the bluenette hummed into the kiss before sitting up and over the debauched CEO.
"You do want this?" Eriol gasped.
"Yes," Syaoran whispered, bucking his hips upwards and into Eriol's to illustrate his desire.
"Thank God!"
Unzipping Syaoran's trousers Eriol pulled the coal grey material off of his lover along with the pastel blue boxers as Syaoran unbuttoned and unzipped Eriol's. Leaving the brunette completely naked on the soft couch, Eriol stepped back and out of his own black trousers and equally black boxers before laying himself back over the brunette. Stroking his fingers over the well formed abdomen, Syaoran let the other man take him into sweet bliss for the next hour.
Later on, as they cuddled together letting the white bliss flow through them as they calmed down, Syaoran thought, not for the first time, that this part of their relationship was perfect. And that if only it could cross over to their everyday lives then everything would be perfect.
"We have dinner with Sakura and Tomoyo later," Syaoran recalled.
"Hhhmmmm."
Laughing lightly, Syaoran poked the pale man lightly. "You still alive?"
"That was great."
"Yeah," sighing happily, the brunette snuggled again, wondering if they would ever actually be able to keep their hands to themselves. And when the next time they could do this would be.
"Dinner?"
"Yeah. With Sakura and Tomoyo."
"Okay."
"Are you feeling okay?" Sakura asked, rubbing the amethyst eyed woman's shoulder lightly. The green eyed model had noticed that Tomoyo had not completely been herself recently and that she had been rubbing her temples a lot. Sakura had also noticed that the designer had been taking a large number of pills lately. And it wasn't something that she liked.
"I'm fine. I just wish this headache would go away," the dark haired woman laughed, brushing the pain off.
"You've had that for a long while now, Tomoyo. Maybe you should go see a doctor," Syaoran said, resting his hand lightly on the small of her back.
"I did, and he gave me some stronger pain killers. If it's not gone by next week, then I'm supposed to go back. Honestly though, I think that it's just the pressure of the fashion show coming up. I've finished one line and I'm part way through another, but I've got two more to go before I can even look at the light at the end of the tunnel."
"Okay, just make sure that you sleep regularly and if need be, hand off some of the work to one of your assistants. That's what they're there for," Eriol commented.
"I would, but sometimes they just don't know how to do what I'm asking them to do. It's like they never went to design school!" Tomoyo sighed exasperated. Laughing, the four moved to seat themselves in their chairs at the restaurants table.
As he understood it, this was one of the best restaurants in the city and apparently they served particularly good English meals. Syaoran had been looking forward to this for most of the week.
"Anyway! We're here to get out of the office, so let's try to have some fun, yeah?" Syaoran smiled.
"Haven't you had enough fun recently?" Sakura smirked across the table before she viewed her menu. Smirking right back, he shrugged.
"Oh, I'm sure that he's had plenty of fun! What with getting drunk, having sex..."
"What?"
"What?!"
"How do you know these things?" Syaoran groaned.
Giggling, Tomoyo smirked wickedly. "Oh, please! I know everything!"
"No, you just always seem to know when some ones had sex," he growled back. Eriol's cheeks had flushed a pretty pink and Sakura leaned in as she listened to listen better to the conversation.
"Either way, what an exciting week it's been for you!"
"And it's only getting better!" The brunette put his head in one of his hands, leaning his elbow onto the table, speaking sarcastically.
"Oh, good!"
"Really?" Sakura asked, directing the question at her manager. He smiled brightly, nodding. He had really enjoyed the rushed shower and the way Syaoran had accepted his invitation to spend the night together after they left the girls to their own devices.
"It was certainly enjoyable on my part," Eriol smiled copying the Cheshire Cat.
"I bet it was," Tomoyo smirked.
"Why do I do this to myself?" Syaoran groaned quietly to himself. "I was normal before I met these people. I was innocent and naive, my mind never drifted to those sorts of things and I was pure."
"You were never pure, Syaoran. At least not when I had my way with you," Eriol grinned over to the brunette, receiving a glare from the mentioned man and giggles galore from the girls.
"Shut up."
"At least you don't need to buy a toy anymore," Sakura said, trying to smile innocently. Coughing and going bright red, Syaoran moved his glare from Eriol and to the green eyed model.
"Toy?" Eriol and Tomoyo asked simultaneously.
Smirking, Sakura's eyes glinted as she hailed a waiter to give her order.
Notes:
¹Charles Peace was a famous British thief who was eventually caught and hanged for his crimes during the 1800's.
BroodingDarkness: Naughty, Sakura! Anyways the next part will up either tomorrow or the day after! Thank you so much and please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE review!
