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Chocolate

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School.

Sigh!

Sakura lazily played with a stray strand of her auburn locks and sighed. Unconsciously, she scanned the room for a certain familiar face that… makes her heart skip a beat, the one that makes her blush every time he looks at her way and smile and—

Her eyes drifted towards the door, which stubbornly remained closed. Loud chatters can be heard from the other side of the door; giggling, yelling and the continuous fall of the thousand and more students as they got ready for the starting of classes. She groaned.

She pressed her face against the cool, hard surface of the desk. Considering that the teacher was late (sixty seconds and counting! And another—), perhaps she had nothing to worry about. Only that they had an unannounced quiz (thank God for the other classes) that they need to get ready for. And even though she didn't study for it, she had nothing to worry about.

After all, it was only History and even though she sort of… failed… the last… two exams—great Merlin, she needed to find an excuse now! She peeked at the doorway. Nothing. The door seemed intent on remaining closed; the shiny polished clock that hanged above the blackboard ticked away. She sniffled. She was doomed. Doomed to take the retched exam and fail and bring shame upon her respected family and—

"Hello," a shy voice shook her out of her internal ramblings. She looked up and gazed at entrancing blue eyes that were staring back at her. She blushed.

"Um, hi," she murmured coyly, and noticed his casual clad form. She grinned. "New student?" She asked, and he nodded. She smiled pleasantly. "Kinomoto Sakura," she stretched out her hand.

The guy reached out and shook it. "Mamoto Yasuke," He smiled. Sakura took her hand slowly and Yasuke quickly took a seat next to her. He ran a hand through his dark hair as soon as he sat himself down.

"Kinomoto-chan—" Sakura cut him off.

"Sakura would be fine," she corrected. Yasuke nodded his head and charmingly smiled at her.

"Of course, Sakura," he winked at her. "You have a wonderful name by the way—"

She whipped her head towards the direction of the door as soon as it opened. There emerged Syaoran's calm form. Her gaze hastily landed on a confused Yasuke.

Uh-oh.

"Sa-ku­­-ra!" Came Syaoran's singsong voice. "Why didn't you wait for… me…"

Sakura hesitatingly looked up towards Syaoran's towering form over hers. He was frowning and glaring… and menacingly took a step towards Yasuke's desk. He scowled at him.

"And who might you be?" He drawled and circled their desks, checking Yasuke's form up and down and finally rested at Sakura's side, pulling her up against his chest.

Yasuke frowned but stood up and stretched a hand in a friendly sort of manner. "Mamoto Yasuke, and you are?" Syaoran ignored him and satisfied himself by glaring at the stranger. Yasuke's gaze traveled towards Sakura's face. She smiled sheepishly.

"Meet my—"

"—boyfriend."

Sakura felt a sweat drop from her forehead.

Crickets chirped.

A warm, gentle breeze drifted inside the room.

Syaoran smirked at both dumbfounded faces of his companies. He wrapped an arm around Sakura's waist and planted a light peck on her cheek.

Sakura resisted the urge to swoon.

She violently shook her head and elbowed Syaoran on the stomach playfully, blushing when she felt the hardness of his, ahem, abdominal muscles. "N-no, don't listen to him, Yasuko-kun." She glared at Syaoran's chuckling form. "This is my big brother, Syaoran Kinomoto."

Yasuko beamed brightly.

Syaoran scowled.

Sakura was oblivious and—

—silence ensued.

The door opened once again, and various students went inside, loud laughter and chitchats resounded in their ears and Sakura was the first one to sit down on her seat. Yasuko followed thereafter and kept on giving Sakura shy looks. And Syaoran—

—Syaoran was freaking ready to kill.

He grudgingly went towards his seat and sat down. He glared at Yasuko's sly little head and was already started to plot his vengeance towards the midget.

The git will pay.

Then, he heard Sakura's enchanting giggle and he forgot all about Yasuko the midget.

"Good morning, class."

He stood up and greeted the teacher. "Good morning, sensei."

The teacher instructed them all to sit down and take out their pens for a surprise exam and Sakura went ecstatic. She turned her head towards Syaoran and beamed at him.

All was well in the world.

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Her early afternoon started pretty innocent enough. Until she faced herself a new problem.

In which she found herself wanting more, she couldn't.

Sakura Kinomoto just couldn't find herself stooping in such a low level. She pouted hungrily, wistfully at what Syaoran was holding oh so protectively in his hands. She looked at him through her long, dark lashes.

"Please?" She pleaded childishly, her fingers itching and her lips puckered for the delicious taste of the dark substance. Her eyes fluttered cutely at him and Syaoran resisted the urge to tackle her to the ground and just fucking take her.

He shook his head teasingly and licked the top portion enticingly, making Sakura shudder in a very disturbing yet in a delightful way. "Mm, this tastes exquisite." He moaned as he took a bite.

Sakura's eyes glazed over and she groaned in yearning. "Onii-chan, are you trying to test my patience?" She asked, her mouth opened slightly and her pink tongue darting at the sides of her lips. His eyes darkened at her gesture.

Must. Not. Pounce.

"And are you trying to flirt with me?" He asked sweetly, voice dripping with knowing. His fingers delicately tore the wrapper off of the chocolate-y goodness. Sakura was close on drooling—of course; it's not acceptable for a lady such as herself to do that, she thought.

Sakura scowled at him and whined, clutching the sides of his shirt. "Do you always answer a question with a question?"

"And you as well?" Syaoran raised an amused brow at her. He chuckled lovingly—longingly­—at her and dipped two fingers into the almost melted chocolate and slid them down her cheek.

Sakura blinked. "—well, it's all quite understandable for me to—oh. Uhm."

Syaoran's lips were soft on her skin, his tongue wet and rough against her cheek. "Chocolate tastes better this way." He mumbled nobly, agreeing to his statement.

Sakura's breath caught.

"Here," he murmured, his fingers sticky. "See for yourself, Sakura."

A greedy, sort of hunger was coiling below her abdomen, lower to her bellybutton and lower, lower, lower still until—

She brushed her lips against the corner of his.

Thoroughly shocked, Syaoran lost his footing and toppled atop her petite form and his fingers digging into her… breast. Where his hand was. On her breast.

Sakura flinched as he fumbled hastily and drew his hand back, blushing furiously. He mumbled an apology, startled. His cheeks darkened and noticed just now that he had been only playing thus far but now…

"It tastes wonderful," he breathed, his muscles clenched and his breath warming her jaw.

Mortified, Sakura laid still, unable to look away from his lips and the smudge of chocolate she really wanted gone and—

"Uhn," she nodded dazedly, her form trembling. "I know."

She tilted her gaze upwards and gasped at the sight of Syaoran's flushed face and eager—no, no, definitely not lust-filled—eyes. Slowly, Syaoran's hands slid to her hips, drawing her close.

Okay! Erase that last part—definitely lust.

"Sakura," he whispered with an odd sort of reluctance, slipping his fingers between her legs.

She arched her back. What's his name again? Oh. Oh!

To her credit, she barely even remembered her own name, thanks to this… fascinating circumstances.

"Syaoran," she warned. "Father might—"

"Father is not here," Syaoran smirked against her soft skin. "As interesting as it is, I think a different theme would do us justice."

He dipped a finger in the now melted chocolate and wiped it on her skin, leaving the sticky substance on her sweaty skin. She shivered at his touch and rested her head on the crook of his shoulder, her hair sticking at her forehead.

"Syao-ran…" Sakura sang. "Hmm, you're that hungry, hn?"

Syaoran stared. Did Sakura just imply—why the sudden change? And when the hell did she get this seductive? He anxiously licked his lips and sighed, his breath tickling her sensitive skin. He slipped a hand under her skirt.

"Yes," he groaned out, and as if wanting to emphasize his point—

—he bit down lightly on her shoulder blades.

She cried out.

"Shh," Syaoran whispered teasingly. "You might wake up the neighbors, hon."

Sakura blushed and—

—pushed him away.

Syaoran growled, frustrated and pulled her forcefully against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. "I've waited for hours, Sakura, just to be with you."

Sakura reddened and whispered back, "We've been together for the whole day, onii-chan."

Syaoran weakly smirked and suckled on the warm, uncovered flesh. He blew on it and delighted the way Sakura shivered in his arms. He chuckled softly; drawing the attention of the woman snuggled underneath his built form.

"But it's not good enough," he said through gritted teeth. "I couldn't even look at you in the way what I've always wanted to… I couldn't even hug you—touch you… kiss you…" He trailed off as he lightly traced on her jaw to her collarbone and down to her breasts.

She moaned.

He didn't want to use her. He didn't. But for the past few days that he had finally seen her in a new way—in a very erotic way—he became very irrational and temperamental and—she was just. Asking. For. It.

She was Sakura.

And she was petite, feminine, and—

Words can never describe his Sakura.

His.

He lost all control and unflinchingly grabbed her around the waist and dipped her down until she touched his knees. He gazed upon her flushed form and smirked at her.

"Syao-kun," Sakura whined. "We should stop this already."

Syaoran shook his head stubbornly and grinned at her, "Why? Don't tell me that—" He trailed off.

Consequently, a horrid memory flashed by his mind. The new kid… the guy with the ugly blue eyes and that horrible black hair and—

His eyes darkened, the curl of his mouth quickly turned into a frown, and he gazed angrily at the quivering form beneath him. He snarled.

"You found another, didn't you?" He growled. Sakura's eyes widened fearfully but turned into—anger?

She forcefully pushed him away and stood up in haste.

She sneered, angry with him for thinking such thing. "There was never another, onii-chan." She emphasized the last word and turned her back on him. "We're just—confused… that's all."

"We?" He snorted. "As in, me and you?"

Sakura nodded her head and pushed him farther away. She didn't notice the chocolate that started to drip from her shoulder down to her breast area—

Syaoran noticed however and… tackled her down to the ground. Sakura squeaked in surprise and squirmed her way out of Syaoran's grip but miserably failed. He lustfully—no, no, eager!—stared at Sakura's clothed body and gazed upwards to her face. She noticed his eyes darkened with that emotion… that certain emotion she saw when—

Her back arched as soon as his tongue deftly licked away the chocolate-y substance from her hot, sweaty skin. She moaned when he bit lightly on the flesh. His warm saliva soothed her—in ways she couldn't even imagine why.

She noticed that she hasn't answered his question. She moaned as he started to unbutton her school blouse. "Y-yes, me and you." She squealed as her upper body was shown through the cold night's air.

Silk.

He hummed. "Ooh, so you're now referring to us as a couple, are you?"

Sakura choked and shook her head, blushing. "N-no!"

Syaoran frowned and was close on ripping the annoying contraption off of her tender, delicious breasts but—

"Why not?" He pouted.

"Be—because," she panted. "You're my brother."

Syaoran's hands froze in midair.

Always the same thing.

Of course, what would he expect from her? He knew that her mind was fixed on that detail—that hideous, horrible detail—and he couldn't do anything about that.

He stood up, and risked one last glance at her half-clothed form. He resisted the urge to cry. He won't. Because he was strong. And he was determined.

After all—

He was just her brother.

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Next Chapter's Title: Denial