Story Crossover: Gakuen Alice & Cardcaptor Sakura
Chapter Title: Once A Halloween Night
Chapter Summary: Sakura Kinomoto and Syaoran Li got more than what they bargained for when they spied on a pirate and a goddess on halloween heat.
"Trick-or-treat!"
Sakura Kinomoto smiled down at the four little hobgoblins on her doorstep. Well, only one of them resembled anything close to a goblin, she thought, taking note of their costumes as she dropped Hershey bars into their wide open baskets. The fairy princess smiled and said thank you. Wolverine took his candy and ran to the next house. Boba Fett and the ghoulish-looking urchin chimed, "Thank you, ma'am," and took off after their friends.
"Happy Halloween," Sakura said as she closed the front door.
"Better put your costume on, baby," Syaoran Li glanced at the clock. "Our guests will be here any minute."
"I'm almost ready." She put the goodie basket on the hall table and took a long look at her lover.
Wow. She knew he looked good in a uniform, but that French Foreign Legionnaire's costume nearly brought her to her knees. Its caramel-colored lieutenant's jacket and ivory pants enhanced Syaoran's already striking features, complementing his brown hair and tanned skin. Shiny black boots, a gun belt, and crisscrossed bandoleers completed the fantasy.
Sakura sighed. She could just look at him for days—and touch him forever.
"This isn't loaded, is it?" She pulled a pistol from its holster.
Syaoran smiled. "It's not even real." He bent the solid rubber barrel in his fingers.
"Ooh," Sakura purred, sliding into her husband's arms. Her fingers caressed his chest, playing with the replica medals on his jacket. Then her hand slid down below his belt, tugging at his button fly. Syaoran's hard and fast response to her hot caress nearly sent the buttons across the room.
Sakura grinned and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she ground against his hard heat.
Need made her wet. Forgetting about the time, she wrapped one leg around his and rode him through their clothes.
Syaoran groaned. His hands slid under her bottom, fitting his erection between her damp thighs. He loved feeling her hot and wet against him, but right now he didn't have enough time to satisfy her the way he wanted to.
"What are you doing to me, woman?"
"Getting you primed for tonight." She flicked her tongue between his lips, pulling back when he tried to capture it.
"Wicked little tramp," he groaned into her mouth.
He unwrapped her legs and pushed her into the bedroom with a playful swat across her bottom. "Now go get dressed."
"Yes corporal!" She gave him a saucy salute.
"I'm a lieutenant," he reminded her, pointing to the rank insignia on his shoulder.
Sakura studied him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Maybe so, but you fuck like a four-star general."
Syaoran's mouth dropped open, hardly believing his ears. An inspired smile twisted his lips. "I'll show you four stars, baby." He lunged for her. "Come 'ere!"
Sakura giggled and closed the bedroom door in his face.
"Dammit!" Syaoran cursed as the doorbell rang. Quickly adjusting his pants, he opened the front door and welcomed their first guests.
Sakura joined the party a few minutes later. Syaoran couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked into the dining room, greeting their guests. And he wasn't the only one. Dressed as an Arabian belly dancer, Sakura captured the attention of every man in the room. Her veiled skirt swirled around her, revealing bare legs, bare feet, and jingling gold chains around each ankle.
A half-vest with three tiny buttons was all that covered her apple-shaped breasts. Syaoran smiled. She was small enough to go without a bra, and he was fairly certain she was naked under that vest. His eyes slid from her breasts to her belly where a black pearl dangled from a gold hoop pierced through her navel.
He loved that piece of jewelry.
She caught his eye and blew a kiss at him through the sheer veil over her face. Syaoran closed his eyes and wished the party guests into oblivion but it didn't work. "The same thing happens every year," he grumbled to no one into particular.
"What's that?" asked the pirate next to him.
Syaoran studied the crimson-eyed man but didn't recognize him. He wasn't surprised. The Li Halloween party was well-known in their community. Guests invited other guests until Sakura and Syaoran only knew about half the people there. Syaoran gave the raven-haired pirate a half smile and nodded in the direction of his enticing wife. "She plans this huge party and wears a costume that gives me a raging woody the entire night."
The pirate chuckled softly, suffering the same affliction himself. "She's very beautiful," he said, gazing at her. Sakura's long brown hair spilled over her shoulders and her green eyes twinkled as she laughed at a joke he couldn't hear.
"You're a lucky man," he said to Syaoran.
"I know." Syaoran grinned. A hundred dirty thoughts all involving his lover naked and sweaty formed in his mind as he watched her circulate among the guests.
He suddenly realized he couldn't act on any of them if he spent the whole night staring at her from across the room.
The handsome pirate watched Syaoran try to pull Sakura away from the crowd, but one of their many guests cut off their escape route, asking for more beer. The pirate frowned at his own empty mug and decided he needed another drink, too. He headed for a group of men in a corner, guessing they were gathered around the keg.
Instead of beer he found a brunette goddess—Aphrodite—in the flesh.
Surrounded by half a dozen fascinated men, Aphrodite smiled and made polite conversation. Equally fascinated, the pirate smiled as his eyes slid over her lush curves. This was the kind of woman he liked. Her costume was simple but breathtaking. A pale blue dress draped her body, falling over one shoulder to her sandaled feet. The gown was so sheer it left little to the imagination, especially her rosy nipples and generous breasts. And he caught a teasing glimpse of the brunette patch of hair between her thighs. The gold armbands she wore matched the gold and jeweled clasp in her hair. Auburn curls dangled past her creamy shoulders, cascading down her bare back. Truly a goddess, the pirate thought. He didn't need another drink. He was intoxicated by the sight of her.
She felt the pirate approach before she saw him.
His engaging presence reached out and stroked her senses, drawing her attention away from her groupies and holding her captive in his gaze. Pirates—her favorite fantasy bad boy—stirred images of hot and reckless passion. His white silk shirt fell open to his waist, where a brilliant red sash held a wicked-looking sword. Her heartbeat quickened, wondering if the man inside the costume was as dangerous as he looked.
Their eyes locked.
Rescue me. The pirate read the goddess's thoughts in her chocolate eyes. Her admirers parted before him like the sea before an invading ship. He held out his hand to her. "Dance with me," he commanded.
Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her into his arms and danced her into the living room. Ignoring the driving beat of the music, he held her close, moving slowly against her to a rhythm of their own making.
"Thank you for saving me. I was being bored to death." Aphrodite slid her arms around his neck. She tangled her fingers in the raven hair and gave it a tug. It was all his.
"You're a true gentleman."
The pirate raised an eyebrow then grinned. "Don't tell anyone. You'll ruin my reputation." He did his best to destroy it again when he stroked his thumb in circles over her nipple.
"Yes, of course," she gasped at the feel of silk and heat rubbing against her skin. "The pirate captain never takes prisoners."
"Until tonight." Boldly massaging her breast, he leaned down and nibbled her bare shoulder, directing their dance toward the dark hallway. "Come with me, captive."
They tried every door, but only one was unlocked.
Stepping into a small library, he switched on the light to make sure they were alone and locked the door behind them. Oak bookshelves lined two walls, a curtain-covered window filled the third wall, and a fireplace and mirror decorated the fourth wall. He thought it odd to have such a gaudy mirror in a library but decided he might be able to put it to good use. An antique desk and leather chair sat in front of the bookshelves opposite the mirror, and a velvet couch rested below the window.
They could still hear the dance music, now a slow seductive rhythm. The pirate pulled the goddess into his arms, sliding his hand over her body from her hips to her thigh, caressing her through the sheer silk.
"Aphrodite," he whispered into her hair, "―goddess of love?" He wasn't sure he remembered Greek mythology.
"―And beauty."
He smiled. No one needed to tell him that. "You've enchanted me, goddess, he said softly," his voice turned husky with longing. "All I can think about is touching you." He did more than think about it.
Searching through the folds of her wrapped gown, he found a way inside.
She shivered in his arms as his fingers touched her skin. "Have mercy, captain. I'm helpless to resist you."
But her wandering hands told him he was at her mercy as she explored the laces of his pants, stimulating his erection.
"I may have to torture you," he growled, his cock throbbing beneath her touch.
"Yes, please." She unlaced his breeches and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking his hard length, feeling his groan all the way to her toes.
While she caressed him, his hands slid under her gown. He leaned back and watched her nipples turn erect. Drawing circles around one with his thumb, he took the other in his mouth and suckled her through the silk. The warm wet fabric teased Aphrodite's skin, building a damp ache between her thighs.
He could see her naked body through her costume—everyone at the party could—but now he wanted to see her without the silk covering. The pirate unwrapped the goddess's gown and stepped back. The sight of her full, rose-tipped breasts and curved hips was more than he could bear. His cock lengthened another inch, pushing free of his pants and standing at full attention.
"I'm glad you like what you see," Aphrodite purred.
She sat on the desk and spread her legs, sliding her fingers through her brunette bush into her moist pink folds. Her head dropped onto her shoulder and she sighed, warm pleasure spreading through her limbs as she stroked.
The pirate was content to watch her cherry red fingernails draw teasing patterns on her flesh. He would watch—for now—until he decided what to do to her first.
But the pirate wasn't the only one enjoying her erotic display. When Sakura saw the pair dance into the hallway, she signaled Syaoran and followed them.
Unnoticed by anyone else, she slipped into the master bedroom, into a secret closet containing only a large painting, a small couch beneath the painting, and two winged chairs facing it. She flipped a switch and the painting slid aside, revealing the backside of the library mirror. Through the mirror, she could watch the activity in the library without being seen.
Syaoran joined her a few minutes later. "Did I miss anything?"
"It's just getting interesting," Sakura breathed, mindlessly slipping her fingers under her vest to pinch an erect nipple. Kneeling behind her on the couch, Syaoran slid a hand over the other breast, rested his chin on her shoulder, and stared though the mirror. Her lips formed a silent O as their fingers teased her nipples.
"They didn't waste much time," Syaoran murmured, feeling his cock harden as he watched the naked goddess seduce the pirate. He nibbled Sakura's neck, blowing a warm breath on her quivering skin.
Sakura shivered and wiggled her bottom against his erection, smiling when she heard him moan. "Shh!"
He's touching her.
The pirate stepped close to his goddess and kissed her. He tangled his fingers with hers and slid them deep into her slick channel. She gasped into his mouth and clutched his arm with her free hand.
Frowning at the fabric separating them, she pushed his shirt to the floor, gasping again as their fingers pulled out, then re-entered, twisting inside her. She spread her legs wider, trying to take more, feeling both satisfied and wanting.
He pulled their fingers out and dragged them up over her clit, circling for a moment then sliding them up her belly to her breasts. Aphrodite leaned back on the desk while he painted flower petals around her nipples, licking up her juices then dipping his fingers back inside for more.
"Sweet Ambrosia," he whispered as he suckled her breasts. His tongue flickered in and out of his mouth until the cinnamon honey flavor was gone. He thrust two fingers inside for more, circling his thumb around her hardened nub, and Aphrodite squealed, squeezing her thighs shut over his hand and holding him there until her body stopped shuddering.
She sat up and sucked his fingers dry.
"Do you like that?" he asked, shocked that a woman would taste herself.
"Yes." She kissed him, opening her mouth so he could taste her juice on her tongue. His knees buckled and he caught himself on the desk. She turned him, resting his body against the solid oak. They yanked his pants down to his boots. When she kneeled in front of him, he thought she was going to pull his boots off, but she pulled his cock into her mouth instead.
His knees nearly buckled again and he braced his arms on the desk.
"Oh god," Syaoran moaned as he rubbed his own aching erection against his lover's ass.
She turned in his arms. "Do you want me to do that to you?"
He nodded as she pushed him into the chair, dropped to her knees, and pulled his button fly wide open. His cock sprang free, hitting her waiting lips.
Sakura nearly swallowed him whole, taking him deep then sucking hard as she pulled up to circle the tip with her tongue. Syaoran knew he wouldn't last long. But he knew the stimulation Sakura and the naked couple in the next room was more than enough to arouse him again—and quickly.
Sakura moaned and the vibration nearly sent him through the roof. He felt her fingers curl around his balls, sliding toward the spot that would finish him.
Liquid heat shot through his body as his hot liquid shot into her mouth. She swallowed it all and licked him clean.
Syaoran leaned forward, shaky and weak. He pulled her up and kissed her, falling with her onto the couch.
Sakura unbuttoned her vest and tossed it aside, smiling as Syaoran sat up and watched her fondle her nipples. Then something on the other side of the mirror caught his attention.
She noticed his expression and sat up. "What are they doing now?"
The pirate's knuckles turned white and he braced himself again as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Her polished fingertips circled his anus, and she gently slipped one inside. Not far—but far enough to drop him to the floor. She circled her fingers around his testicles and squeezed tight, stopping his orgasm just before it started.
Gasping for breath, the pirate clenched his jaw, fighting for control. "No woman has ever brought me to my knees."
"Stay down there and enjoy it." She wheeled the leather chair in front of him and sat down, spreading her legs over its wooden arms.
"Holy shit!" Syaoran gasped.
Sakura looked at him. His hands were wrapped around his cock. "Are you ready again?"
"Damn near."
She covered his hand with hers and together they stroked him. "This is even better than last year," Sakura giggled.
"Uh-huh." Syaoran's hand snaked under her skirt. "Be quiet and watch."
The pirate eyed her offering as he pulled off his boots and his pants. The woman had forgotten her place. A determined smile twisted his lips. He knew how to remind her who was in command. Without warning, he leaned forward and bit her inner thigh.
Aphrodite squealed and half leaped out of the chair, but the pirate held her prisoner. "No mercy," he said, turning his head to nip her velvety soft skin.
Quivering with pain and pleasure, she grabbed the back of his neck and lifted his face to hers. "You know what I want, pirate."
"Silence, captive." His mouth captured hers, cutting off her protest. "I'll pleasure you when I choose." He untangled her fingers from his hair and lightly bit her nipple before lowering his head between her legs.
Aphrodite sat up and stretched her arms over her head, lifting her breasts and pulling her still hard nipples tight. He loved it when she did that. "Do you really think the rumor about the mirror is true?" For the first time since they entered the library, they looked directly into the gaudy mirror on the opposite wall.
"I don't know." He stared at it a moment longer, but it looked like an ordinary mirror to him. "But the possibility that someone was watching us make love made it more exciting, didn't it?"
"Oh yes, very exciting," she purred. "You played your role well, Hyuuga."
"So did you." He suddenly remembered biting her.
"Did I hurt you at all?"
"I have a bruise on my thigh." She parted her legs to show him.
She shouldn't have done that, he groaned. "Let me kiss it and make it better." He laid her back on the couch, bending his head toward her.
"Later," she giggled, putting a hand on his chest and shoving him back up. "Let's continue this at home."
Natsume resisted, stealing a kiss from her lips before he gave in. "So, my little exhibitionist, are we coming back next year?"
Mikan gave him a sinful smile. "Definitely."
Author's Note: I wasn't sure about the whole crossover thing, but I think it worked out well. Let me know what you think! Send me a review. I'd love to hear suggestions for the next one-shots. Kisses!~
