Young, wild American

Head full of Jameson

Girl's playin' bad 'cause it doesn't pay to be good

A cruel king made me tough

Daddy's girl's never good enough

I'll just keep go-go'n

'Cause this dance is on you…

- Lady Gaga, 'Diamond Heart'

Yue was a creature of the night.

Ever since his early years, Yue made his presence known to the evening. While he enjoyed his brother's company (when Cerberus wasn't being an annoying nuisance), it was more satisfying to wait until the lion was asleep to roam the mansion. The guardian would stalk the halls, reveling in the quiet atmosphere. Yue would amble, careful to not let his toes make a sound, or the tips of his wings brush against the wooden floor. Perhaps he would seek a chair to drench himself in moonlight, soaking in the glorious lunar energy until he felt at ease. Perhaps still, he would wander until he found an open window, and leave the darkened room behind as he took flight, breathing in and feeling connected to the night air.

Sometimes, Yue would find Clow Reed awake, too.

Clow Reed, though a magician, was human, and thus needed to rest. But it was common for Clow to stay up late into the night, studying an unknown magicked theory or a hidden constellation. And, most of the time, he, too, would wander until he found Yue - sitting on a bay window, contemplating a recent read, or readying to spread his wings into a night flight.

Clow would approach the Moon Guardian with a secret look sometimes. And this made Yue cease his reading, or delay his flight, and fly into the arms of his Master as they shared their secrets.

Yue was a creature of the night. Yue was also a creature of habit. He continued his ritual nearly every evening.

And tonight, he found something he'd rather miss.

It was the smell that revealed the woman. As he exited the library, his nose crinkled in a most disgusted way, as the heady floral stench sunk into his nostrils, his hair, his clothes.

Yue found he had a choice. He could continue his nightly ritual, and find himself a lovely chair to sink into, or begin an adrenaline-fueled flight in order to ignore the stranger now presently under his roof. Or, he could feed into the hunger of grotesque curiosity, and eavesdrop.

Stoicism was Yue's specialty, but even he couldn't ignore the gnawing twinge of jealousy that rotted away at his stomach lining.

It was unlike Yue to be so negligent to his Master. He was, after all, a creature of Clow Reed, and if Clow had other things - including a stray lover - Yue knew it was best to leave the magician to his own devices.

And yet...his heart thump-thump-thumped, thump-thump-thumped as he felt the inkling of shame and anger blossom from his gut to his limbs, and through the tips of his fingers...and so, Yue found himself following the foul perfumed air, quietly proceeding as a predator hunts his prey.

It led to the Master's bedroom. As Yue drew nearer, a new scent mingled with that of the perfumed refuse - the scent of a hallucinogenic. He had witnessed Clow himself smoke the substance in his pipe, and how it turned his personality inside out. His Master became drunk-like, giddy, and euphoric, almost too much for Yue to handle. Apparently, his 'guest' desired to reach the same plane of nonsensical reality.

A step closer, and Yue approached the door of the bedroom. His keen senses pricked, tuning out the scented air and tuning in to the sounds of the night. There was silence and first, and then a muffled mess of giggles. He heard the woman's sounds of laughter - nasally and high-pitched - and Clow's deep, warm operatic chuckle. There was a short pause, and the lover's laughter melted into little moans of pleasure. The sounds grew louder as she responded to whatever sensual gift Clow was bestowing on her.

Yue felt his face turn hot. His breath came in and out, in and out in shaking tremors. He wanted to tell himself to just go away, but he couldn't help it. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his head against the wall to remain steady.

And then, there was suddenly a yelp - like a dog in pain. The woman stopped enjoying whatever it was, and must have paused to admonish the Master. "You are too rough," the woman commented, "Be softer with me."

The wall reverberated with Clow's laughter - open and uncensored. "My usual suitor can take it," he retorted, a smug note overtaking his voice.

"Well, I am not her," the woman shot back. "And besides, I am starving. You drugged me and didn't have the decency to feed me? I'm hungry." At this, the woman cackled.

I am not her. The words struck Yue's brain like a knife in the back. His insides churned and bubbled with indignity. He wanted to vomit. I am not her.

There was a soft rustling as sheets shifted, and the tell-tale sound of lips locking. Then, Clow finally responded, "Let me get you something most special."

xx One, five, ten, lay a million on me

Before the end of this song xx

Before Yue could move, the door opened. Clow began to exit the room, and without a second's notice, immediately looked over at Yue.

He was standing nearly nude, with just a sheet wrapped around him, covering his bottom half. Clow's black hair, unbound, cascaded over his statuesque body. And while he didn't have his usual spectacles on, Yue knew he could see.

But his eyes were all wrong. Usually sharp, clear, and calculating, they were red-rimmed, and could not seem to focus.

Yue felt his own eyes well up. He angrily gritted his teeth at the site of his Master, post-fornication, but he could not find his voice.

They stared at one another - master and servant - an unseen energy crackling between the two. Clow Reed looked directly into Yue's gaze, as if looking for some type of sign. Yue, still, gave nothing.

And with a moment, Clow simply turned his head, shut the door, and walked away. He said not a thing, ignoring Yue as if he was just another shadow in the night. The sheet trailed behind him as he made his way off.

Yue felt pressure in his blood as he watched the back of his Master disappear into the darkness. His eyes, finally too full with emotion, began leaking heavy, wet droplets. His shoulders shook as he quietly weeped, unable to do anything but be just that - an obedient servant.

Thump.

A thud, closer than Yue would have liked, sounded from beyond the wall. There was the clang of the woman picking herself up; apparently, the lover must have fallen out of bed. There were yet more sounds of shuffling, and clothing, and then the soft sound of steps.

In a moment too soon, the door opened once again, this time to reveal Clow's feminine houseguest.

But, Yue noticed, she appeared worse off than the Master. As the door swung open, the woman gripped both posts of the frame, perhaps to steady herself. She was taking quick yet deep breaths as if she just swam a mile in the ocean. In fact, her hair and face seemed to be covered in hot sweat. Thankfully, she was not nude, but Yue dryly observed she instead wore Clow's ruby-colored chemise. It completely enveloped her smaller form.

She did not take notice of the Moon Guardian standing just beyond the entryway. Moments ticked by, with only the sound of her heavy breathing echoing through the halls. Then, as if readying to jump into a lake, the woman flung herself out the door.

She managed five or perhaps six steps until she tripped over Clow's nightgown, and firmly planted herself face-down on the floor.

xx Young, wild American

C'mon baby, do you have a girlfriend? xx

Yue watched as she writhed and wriggled, unable to gain back her footing. The best she could do was end up on all fours, and as if on queue, she began dry heaving. Whatever substance they had ingested…was not agreeing with her. Thankfully, the gods gave Yue one small reprieve, and the female did not puke all over the mansion floor. Instead, she collapsed, a forgotten pile of limbs and hair and cloth.

A series of tight, light sobs emanated from the floor. "Clow…" the woman mewed, unable to call any louder for her lover. "Where…where am I?..."

Yue watched the pathetic scene from his corner of the wall. Anger welled up in the pit of his heart, and heat began to crawl up Yue's face as he thought of this pitiful woman seducing and satisfying his beloved Master.

But…Clow had not even said anything to Yue, not one bit. He was ignored for this dimwit, who was now near-convulsing on the floor. Clow Reed - his own perfect, holy creator - had denied Yue in light of a meaningless fling.

Bitch.

Without thinking, Yue closed the gap between them. Roughly, he turned the woman over so that she lay on her back instead. He stared at her dead in the face, much like Clow and himself had done only moments earlier.

The woman took a moment to collect her bearings. At first, she seemed not to notice that an angelic, otherworldly being was hovering over her form. Once her eyes focused, though, Yue heard her gasp, and take in a sharp breath inward.

"Am I…" the woman started, still speaking slowly due to the substance, "...Dead?"

Yue could have laughed at the ridiculousness. Still, that nagging feeling of jealousy pinged his heartstrings, and for a moment, Yue pictured just that for her. How fantastic would it be if Clow came back, only to find that Yue had eliminated this sorry whore?

He looked down and instinctually conjured a blue shard with his magic, sharp and fatal. He dropped himself to the floor, his knees parting to accommodate the female's form. Kneeling above her, Yue placed the ice dagger up to her throat, ever so tempted to slit it.

The taste of temptation, mixed with covetous anger, made Yue shake.

But the woman did not blink or even flinch. There was no fear in her eyes, even as Yue pressed the deadly weapon into her skin.

Instead, she brought a hand up to meet his face. She cupped his cheek, squeezing ever so slightly. Her fingers were cool and soft.

"Angel…" she whispered. "Diamond angel…" There was a pause as the woman caught her breath. "Why are you so sad, angel?"

How…?!

The dagger disappeared with the words. Yue's hand, now empty, opened to touch the woman's throat. There was a line where the dagger was, but there were also bruises and marks from the evening's activities with Clow…

Yue felt a prickling at his eyes once again, but he willed them not to fall, and let his face be stony. Not on the floor with this one…not like this.

Now the woman seemed to focus on his features. She brought her other hand up so that both were nestling Yue's face. A wry smirk appeared on her features, and then, she spoke the following words.

"He's fucked you, too."

xx Rain on me a million

I'm not flawless, but I got a diamond heart xx

It was too much. Too much. The tears fell, hot and wet against Yue's cheeks.

At the sensation of the wetness, the woman pulled her hands back. She then covered her own face, tightening her fists into little balls. She squeezed them against her eyes. "I want to go…" her voice rasped, tears overtaking her own cry. "Please, take me home…"

Guilt weaved its way into the Moon Guardian's subconscious. Yue rose as she began to openly weep. And, with the smoothest motion, Yue picked up the woman from the floor and cradled her in his arms.

He pivoted towards the bedroom, taking notice not to bump or disturb her body. The gesture must have calmed her, for the woman's sobs slowly ceased.

Yue's nostrils were once again assaulted as he entered the lover's lair. The air was heavy, thick, humid. The smell of sweat and bodies, hair and psychedelics intermingled. But the Guardian remained steady, and he pushed through, ignoring the site of discarded clothes and odd-shaped shadows.

He placed the woman in the unmade bed. She was still awake, but only just so.

Yue turned to go, but his hand was caught. He tilted his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement.

"Thank you," she whispered, "And…I hope things get…better for you."

xx Oh, I might not be flawless, but you know

I got a diamond heart

Oh, I might not be flawless, but you know

I got a diamond heart xx

The words caught Yue more than he anticipated. He gripped her hand, and turned around, leaning into the bed as he bent down to meet the woman's eyes.

"Remember…" he told her, recognizing the irony just a bit, "you can tell him 'no."

With that, he dropped the woman's hand and made for the hallway.

He exited and quietly shut the door behind him. But as he intended to return to his own portion of the house, movement caught his eye.

Clow had returned. In his hands, a bottle of brandy, and a box of what appeared to be chocolates.

There was a moment, and then a fracture in Yue's thought process. It was a quick, jolting thought, like lightning. Before he knew it, Yue had the Master by the shoulders, gripping the taller man with vigor. Clow's reaction was delayed, and the chocolates scattered about, along the bottle of alcohol landing with a plop on the carpeted floor. The sheet fell, exposing and revealing Clow's naked being.

Clow's body did not react, but his face twisted in disbelief. Yue was resolute.

The words came out stronger than Yue had anticipated. "She is finished." It was a command, not a suggestion. "She is done with you. Take her home, Clow. She is done."

His hands dropped, and Yue turned to go, ready and willing to return to the depths of the night.

Only once did he dare to glance back at the Master, and even then, Yue did not stop to gauge a reaction.

xx Good thing I know what I'm worth

Want a good thing, put the money down first

Better get a good look baby

'Cause soon I'm breaking out of here xx

Yue was a creature of the night. Yue was a creature of habit.

And tonight…tonight…he had relented…that perhaps some habits needed to be broken.

He would simply have to try.

A/N

1. Lady Gaga released this song years ago, and within the first few moments of hearing it, this idea popped into my head. No cap, as the kids say these days. Only took me about a decade to put it into words. (I highly recommend you listen to this song, especially after reading this!)

2. Always consent to sex. Consent is sexy!

3. In my mind, the relations between this woman and Clow were consensual. But...there comes a moment in every person's life when things are just too much to handle, and hopefully, we are all able to recognize that moment for ourselves - and that moment in others. Uncertainty and doubt mean 'no,' people!

4. I know many of us want Clow and Yue to have this sexy kind of love but to be honest… I feel like Clow probably treated Yue like garbage. Sure, there was love there, but ya'll know he treated him like garbage at times. He was a servant of Clow, after all.

5. Don't do drugs, kids!