Spoil of War 2: Found
Summary: The beautiful dreamseer is his captive, abducted from her home and made to share her prophetic dreams by the ruthless, handsome general. As his spoil of war, she belongs to him, body and soul. But there are other—more sensual—ties that bind them, beginning with their meeting in dreams.
Warnings: Adult themes and content. Please click back button if offended.
Disclaimer: YES I own CCS and a hunky adult Syaoran, but only in my wildest dreams. I wish.
With many thanks to YamiNoTomoyo, who crawled out from the HP fandom to help me with this!
Previously: Syaoran and Sakura meet in dreams, and Syaoran prepares to abduct the dreamseer of Tomoeda.
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That night, Princess Tomoyo decided that she would keep Sakura company at the Clow Card temple; she felt sorry for her perky cousin, who was scared of ghosts. Besides, Sakura's company was preferable to the fawning attendants, obedient guards, and other parasites of the court.
Soon, she managed to slip out past her guards and attendants. She had stolen a regular shift and coarse robes to hide her identity; as for her fabulous hair, though, she had to tie it back and tuck it under a scarf, which was then hidden under a cloak. She was forbidden to cut it until she found a husband, and since she had rejected several suitors so far—yet so politely and skilfully that they believed she had been doing them a favor—she decided to yield to her mother on that minor matter.
Yes, Queen Sonomi loved her. But Tomoyo's mother's love could be stifling at times. When she could sense that Tomoyo disliked a suitor, she would step in and help Tomoyo get rid of the prince or nobleman, often taking on the role of the 'bad mother forbidding suitors' so Tomoyo would still look good to them in case she changed her mind later on. But sometimes the princess wished her mother wouldn't interfere, would let her do things on her own.
Tomoyo understood why her mother was protective. The queen had gotten pregnant out of wedlock by a rogue prince who had abandoned her once he learned Sonomi was with child, and she constantly warned Tomoyo to make a good choice.
At first she had pushed Tomoyo towards General Touya, her second cousin, but when they had discovered that the magician Yukito was his lover, there went the plan to put Touya on the throne of Tomoeda. Everyone concerned had taken that in stride, although secretly Tomoyo found the idea of the two being lovers highly amusing.
Once past the castle gates Tomoyo breathed the free air, and restrained a whoop of joy from escaping her lips. Outside, she experienced a freedom she rarely did when she managed to get away from the hangers-on who plagued her life. Sure, they were her friends, but still . . . She used the darkness to conceal her exit. People were used to her being missing sometimes, as she would disappear into the gardens, or lose herself in the library, and so she knew no one would look for her until later.
As Tomoyo hurried towards the temple, she thought of the ideal man in her mind. She wanted someone handsome, intelligent, mysterious, untameable, someone who would challenge her mind while making her want him; she wanted him to make love to her with his mind and his soul. He needed to be witty, skilful, someone who would make life with him interesting.
And more than that, she knew she needed that rare, unfindable somebody who could make her open up—truly open up, not just on the surface, but also with her deepest fears and insecurities, the thoughts she never let even those closest to her see. It would be nothing short of a miracle to have somebody she could trust so much . . .
She snorted lightly to herself, amused. Admittedly she was a romantic young woman, sometimes, prone to flights of fancy. But her pragmatic nature returned again.
Too bad men like that were few and far between—assuming they existed. Tomoyo privately thought most men were buffoons.
At the temple, Tomoyo threw off her cloak once she was inside. The silence told her she was alone, so she sighed, and walked into the Dreamseer chamber to wait for the perpetually tardy Sakura. A smile curved her lovely lips; her love for her cousin had never waned over the years, and her tardiness was just one of the things that endeared Sakura to her—she would rush in, breathless, apologize profusely, and then smile.
Concealed behind a pillar, Syaoran controlled his breathing, preparing to subdue the dark-haired girl. Living in Hong Kong meant they had incomplete information about the appearance of the dreamseer; and all he knew was that the dreamseer used these chambers to divine her dreams.
Using the shadows, he crept behind Tomoyo. To his surprise she turned at the last second; no woman should have been that observant! But he had the advantage of surprise, and Syaoran clapped the cloth with the sleeping potion on it over Tomoyo's nose and mouth—yet she was still able to utter a small shriek.
Damn it! Syaoran grabbed Tomoyo a little more roughly than he intended, and when she struggled, his grip on her arms caused it to go red. A small locket at her throat was torn off in the process, leaving a red welt. He didn't mean to hurt the girl, but he was forced to pin her down to make her breathe in the fumes.
Then he heard a sound. Someone else was entering the temple. He swore in his mind and dragged Tomoyo off to a dark corner; she wasn't completely out cold yet, and he hadn't begun the transport spell. He did now, taking the risk that he might not be able to return quickly—he had to get the dreamseer out of there immediately.
Sakura entered the Clow temple hesitantly; she didn't like its aura that night. Her veil, which she was required to wear for the Card ceremony, didn't help; she couldn't see very well, and she imagined ghosts and ghouls around each corner as she lit the torches.
She could have sworn she'd heard Tomoyo shriek, but what would her cousin and best friend be doing in the temple this late? She shook her head to clear it and went into the vestibule to check on the Clow cards, taking off her shoes as she did.
As she walked across the entryway, she yelped when something stabbed her bare foot. Backing off, she realized she'd stepped on something metallic.
What is this? Sakura bent over to examine the item, and gasped when she realized it was Princess Tomoyo's locket. She never took it off, not even when bathing. As she picked it up, she realized the chain was broken.
She would never be this careless, Sakura thought frantically. Not Tomoyo-chan! It means . . . It means someone caught her here and took her? But why? Tomoeda was a small kingdom, not particularly wealthy but peaceful. It didn't make sense to her. Why had Tomoyo been at the temple to begin with? Wouldn't Tomoyo have told her if she had been planning to come there?
Sakura sat down on her heels, to try and puzzle the whole thing out. She was feeling a little panicky, and she could hear her favorite teacher, Mizuki-sensei, telling her to stay calm. She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself.
Then she felt it. Coming from the next room was a surge of powerful magic. Her training with Kaho Mizuki told her it was a transporting spell.
Her mind clicked: I surprised the intruder! Tomoyo-chan might still be here!
She ran into the room just in time to catch a glimpse of a tall young man, his back to her, carrying Tomoyo and stepping into a strange white portal.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura screamed. But it was too late; the intruder had left with Tomoyo and the portal closed before she could reach it.
Sakura sat down on the floor, feeling the tears come down her cheeks. Her best friend, her cousin, the sister of her heart was gone.
No.
No!
She stood up shakily and yanked open the alcove where the Clow Cards were kept, only to be stopped by a magical barrier. Sakura had been intending to use them; surely of the nineteen cards there would be one she could use to follow the intruder, right?
"The Clow Cards are not meant for destruction or revenge," a gentle voice said. Sakura's head whipped around, and she saw a tall handsome man, his long hair bound into a ponytail at his neck. He was likely in his late thirties, and he smiled kindly at her. But he glowed around the edges as if he were . . .
"G-g-g-ghost!" Sakura shrieked as she backed away.
The apparition sighed. "I really wish my priestesses would stop doing that the first time they see me," Clow Reed said, and he waited for Sakura to calm down.
Finally Sakura did, but she was backing away. The apparition said, "Sakura-san, please listen. Wait here, and you will receive a chance to save your cousin—if not in the way you thought. But leave the Clow Cards alone. They are not yours to wield, but to guard them from those who would use them with malice. Right now, you are distraught and cannot guard them. So calm down, then you can find your cousin—but have patience. Your time will come, and you can do this with your own power; there is no need to borrow mine."
"Who-who are you?" Sakura asked shakily.
The man chuckled. "Best if you didn't know, for now . . . as you're going to encounter my descendant, and my . . . Ah, I shall simply let you find out. But remember: Trust in your dreams and in your feelings."
He faded away, and Sakura was surprised to notice she hadn't been scared at all. Feeling a little more confident, she entered Kaho Mizuki's quarters to get a weapon, then sat down to wait for the chance the man had told her about.
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Tomoyo woke up, a little woozy in the head. She sat up, wanting to rub her eyes, annoyed at herself for having been caught so easily, then realized her hands and legs were bound by soft but firm cloth. Oh, not good, she thought.
"Dreamseer," a male voice said, "you have been brought here to help us in our war."
"P-pardon me?" Tomoyo shook her head to clear it. Was he calling her 'dreamseer'?
"You will help us," the voice persisted. "You must share your dreams with us."
She frowned as things swam into focus. "Excuse me, but are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I be talking to?" Syaoran said, exasperated.
Finally the mists in Tomoyo's vision cleared, and she saw a young man in an all-black outfit in front of her. A ninja, perhaps? No, he had his face exposed, and he was too good-looking to be a ninja.
"Who are you?" Tomoyo demanded, her regal command infused into her voice.
"That's not important," Syaoran said. "Will you cooperate with us, Dreamseer of Tomoeda?"
Tomoyo couldn't help it. "Who?"
Syaoran rolled his eyes. How could this be the Tomoeda dreamseer of "terrific accuracy" if she was this stupid?
"Stop playing dumb. I know you are the dreamseer of Tomoeda."
Annoyed, Tomoyo spat back, "Better that I play dumb than actually be as dumb as you. I am not the dreamseer. Any idiot knows who she is."
The young man in front of her rolled his eyes. "Yes, and I'm Amaterasu, goddess of Japan. Why else would you be in the temple of Clow when only the royal family and the priestesses are allowed in there?"
"And you, why were you there?" Tomoyo could not keep the scorn from her voice. "Obviously others can enter the temple; not being allowed in there obviously does not keep people out. So, obviously," and Tomoyo ground out the last word forcefully, "I was just there."
Fighting to keep his expression calm, Syaoran demanded, "And who might you be?"
"The princess of Tomoeda," a deep voice came from the doorway of the antechamber Syaoran was in. "And now we are in trouble." The young man speaking stood in the shadows, careful not to let Syaoran's captive see him.
"Finally, someone intelligent," Tomoyo sighed. "And yes, you are in trouble now, whoever you are. Because the last time I looked, kidnapping a Crown Princess was a big mistake and usually resulted in war."
Syaoran glared at Tomoyo, whose silk ties were still in place then he walked over to Eriol and closed the door.
"What do you mean?" Syaoran whispered urgently.
Eriol rolled his eyes. "Speak up. I doubt even the princess can hear through a six inch thick door. Now. Why didn't you wait for me to give you a memory vision of the dreamseer of Tomoeda?"
"You were too slow," Syaoran snarled. "I wanted to get in and out quickly."
"In your haste, you do realize that you took the wrong girl," Eriol said calmly. "What are you going to do, return her like a sack of potatoes?"
"No! Our spies reported that Tomoeda might be involved in the activities against us, so we hold her hostage here."
Sighing, Eriol said, "Syaoran, I refuse to believe you can be this thick-headed. Do you really want to start an incident . . ."
". . . Like returning her isn't going to result in the same thing?" Syaoran let his breath out in an exasperated gasp. "No. She stays here."
"And are you going to keep her?" Eriol asked with an amused smile. "I see you two are getting along famously. Maybe you could marry her."
Syaoran ignored Eriol's taunt. "No, you are going to house that . . . that hellion of a girl." He grabbed fistfuls of Eriol's robe front. "And you're going to help me make this work."
A smile slowly spread across Eriol's face. "Oh? Then it's going to cost you."
"Damned mercenary," Syaoran cursed.
"I prefer the term 'consultant,' if you don't mind."
"Oh shut it," Syaoran said. "Fine! What do you want?"
"In return for helping you plot your way out of this I want a favor, within reason, of my dictates."
"In other words I'm screwed 'cause you'll have me by the neck. Damn." Syaoran resisted the urge to bang his fist on the wooden door.
"Your poor opinion of me wounds me," Eriol said without a trace of remorse or shame; he looked amused, in fact. "Fine. I'll transport her to my quarters. And where are you going?"
"To fix this pile of dung I've created," Syaoran said grimly as he strode away.
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Syaoran reappeared right where he had left, and immediately he raised his sword to fend off a blow from an angry woman who charged him.
"Give back Tomoyo!" she raged, stabbing out with the blade repeatedly. It was child's play to block her, but Syaoran suddenly felt a violent attraction to this small veiled woman, something he hadnt felt in a long time. "You evil bastard! Let her go!"
With a flick of his wrist Syaoran disarmed the woman; with a simple twist he had her pinned under him. He took the precaution of keeping his legs over her knees lest she knee him in the crotch. Taking both of her small wrists in one hand, he tore the veil off.
Flashing green eyes met his gaze.
"You!" It was his Sakura, the girl he always dreamed of . . . in the flesh, at long last! Syaoran blinked; was he dreaming?
No he wasn't. She was real, and she was lying beneath him, and he suddenly because acutely aware of her breasts pressed against him.
"Sakura?" He let go of her wrists and raised one hand to touch her cheek. "Is that really you, Sakura?"
Oh gods! Sakura stared at Syaoran, in the flesh and in an intimate position they so often assumed in dreams. He was warm, and he was solid. He wasn't a dream.
But why had he taken Tomoyo-chan?
"You . . . why are you here? Why did you take Tomoyo?"
Oh so that's her name, Syaoran thought wryly. "It was a mistake . . ."
"Let her go!" Sakura began to wriggle under Syaoran, trying to get out from under him. "Let me go!"
"Her, maybe. You, no. Never." Syaoran said, his face dangerously close to hers.
Startled, Sakura looked at him. She knew she should be fighting harder, that she should be screaming for help by now, that she should . . . be looking at his lips and wondering if he was going to kiss her.
Syaoran looked at Sakura hungrily. She was even lovelier in person; sure, the Princess was very beautiful but something about Sakura called to every fiber of his being . . . and he could feel his loincloth tighten uncomfortably as he responded to her skin, her scent, her being.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, then Syaoran plunged his lips on hers. Sakura squirmed, trying to fight him, but when he began the kiss that he knew she enjoyed, his tongue running over her bottom lip, she sighed and closed her eyes.
Greedily Syaoran kissed her mouth, demanding entrance with his tongue, caressing her with his hands. He could not believe she was there, that she was real, and that somehow he had found her.
Between kisses that left them breathless, he said, "So you are the dreamseer," he said in a husky voice that was nonetheless gentle. "I came to take you to share your dreams with me," he said. "There is a battle I need to win."
"And if I r...refuse?" she asked somewhat defiantly. "Are you g-going to hurt me?"
He reached out a hand and Sakura flinched; but he did not hit her; instead, he pulled one shoulder of her shift off her.
"No! What are you doing?" She tried to fight him off but he simply brushed her hand away until he exposed her shoulder.
There it was, the love bruise he'd planted on her the previous night, when he'd last dreamed of her.
"You remember how I gave that to you," he said huskily, his hand coming up to her cheek. She blushed, and he laughed. "Ah, you do. Good"
She gasped again, and he smiled. "Then you know I will do this," and he came closer, and took her lips in his. After kissing her so long she felt drugged, he bent to kiss her neck, licking down from her hairline to her nape. She couldn't help the moan that burst forth.
"Please...don't," she gasped as he pushed his pelvis between her thighs; there was a heat, a hardness there that scared her. "Don't hurt me . . ."
"I would never hurt you," Syaoran said, as he gently tore her flimsy shift open. "No . . . I might, the first time," and he had her, naked, in his arms, "I take you as my woman. The first time we finally make love, little beauty."
"You . . . Wait . . . No!" Sakura tried to wriggle free; why oh why had she let him undress her?
"Don't fight me," Syaoran said softly as he pinned her down again; he'd removed his trousers, shirt, and loincloth; Sakura gasped at the sight of his lean, hard body, but refused to let her eyes wander lower, afraid of what she would see. "You know who I am. You want this too, my love."
"No . . ." Sakura whimpered as he ran his hands gently over her breasts, then gasped as he bent down to take an already stiff nipple into his mouth. Why couldn't she stop him? Why didn't she just scream for the guards who were outside the Clow temple? Why . . . did he know just how to touch her to make her come undone?
And he had pinned her to the floor, and had slid his hips between her thighs. She could feel a familiar hardness between his legs.
Sakura begged, "Please. I'm scared. I don't even know you."
"Little liar," he chuckled. "If you didn't know me then explain why I know my way around your body? Watch me make you moan." He licked at her collarbone, trailing towards the valley between her little breasts, and Sakura moaned. Syaoran smiled. "Now how did I know to do that?"
"I . . ." And Sakura sat up, pushing herself away from him, desperately trying to cover her breasts and cross her legs to hide her womanhood from him. "Just because we see something in dreams doesn't mean we have to live it. Please."
Syaoran followed her, placing his lips against her neck, kissing and licking her in a tantalizing way. "And who says we can't live it?"
"You're scaring me," she almost wailed.
"You need to relax, Sakura," he said, smiling, as he pulled her into his arms. Now he had her! He would take her home, marry her, bed her, and keep her by his side for all time!
"Please stop, Syaoran." Sakura was begging; she was scared. She did not know him or love him; there was only the betrayal of her treacherous body, which was screaming for Syaoran's touch.
"Then fight me," he said as he nibbled on her ear. "Kick me. Scream." He released her hands and pulled her to her feet, handing her the small dagger she had been holding earlier and standing back several paces.
She couldn't answer; she was staring at his magnificent body, her gaze drawn unwillingly to the hard column of flesh that nearly touched his belly button as it rose. Sakura dropped the dagger and turned away, trying to hide her nakedness, trying to tell herself to fight, to hit Syaoran, to do something, anything!
Syaoran watched her as she trembled. All she needs is a little loving persuasion, he thought as he closed the space between them to kiss her again. Sakura's knees weakened when he cupped her breasts gently; his hands were like fire. He stroked the sides of her breasts slowly, his mouth pressed against her forehead. After a while she sighed his name and capitulated, turning her head up to let him kiss her lips again.
"Thought so," he said gently as he began to kiss his way down her neck again.
I have to stop him! Therational side of Sakura was screaming at her to stop this, stop this immediately! Who after all had ever heard of a woman yielding to a man she had only known . . . a few minutes?
That thought sobered her enough to send her mind racing through the stories she'd been told. Something . . . she needed a story to stop him from . . .
Oh Gods what was he doing? He was kissing her neck, her nape . . . he was lowering her to the floor . . . he was taking her nipple into his mouth, and his breath was warm and utterly delicious . . .
No, she had to stop him!
. . . from bringing her to the brink of pleasure . . . it was taking all her willpower to remember the stories of mythology she'd heard as she learned her lessons.
Another thought jolted her: was she about to give her virginity to a man whom she barely knew? And inside the Clow temple, with the Clow Cards just two rooms away? How would she be able to explain this to anyone? Was she nothing but a slut, a nighthawk giving it away to any man?
No, she was worse! He had never declared for her; he did not love her, and yet she was letting him pleasure her!
Gathering her courage, Sakura managed to push Syaoran away. He simply pinned her down, licking her ear as he parted her thighs. To her shame Sakura realized she was moist.
"Syaoran," she managed to mumble into his ear as he began to stroke her labia. "Please . . ."
"Yes?" He raised his head; he'd been busy planting more bruises of love on her shoulders as he sought her small clitoris between her folds.
"Don't take me . . ." she begged.
"Whyever not?" Syaoran smiled as he began to slide his finger up and down her wet folds.
"You . . . need my dreamseeing gift, right? Right?"
Syaoran almost laughed at her desperate tone. "Yes, I need your dreams but . . ." and he moved his hips, causing his erection to rub against her thigh, "I also need you."
She almost lost her mind with arousal, but Sakura managed to say, "If I lose my maidenhead . . . I lose my dreamseeing gift."
Would he believe her lie? Sakura stared into Syaoran's eyes, which had suddenly become hooded and unreadable.
". . . what?" was all he managed to say.
End of chapter 2. To be continued in chapter 3
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In Chapter 3, Sakura has to fight herself to keep up her lie; a smitten, sexy Syaoran isn't easy to resist, after all. And Tomoyo meets a very interesting man. What's happening in Tomoeda, and who's attacking the Lis?
Notes: In truth this isn't a completely original concept; a lot of stories have characters meeting in dreams. But I liked the idea and decided to do my take on it. Hope you enjoy; I think this won't last more than 10-15 chapters.
I was stunned to see so many reviews for Chapter 1 and truthfully it made me work harder to update faster (yes I am such a review wh*re, sorry!) To ohmygolly, thank you! To Twilight Kisses, here it is! To paladin3056, Oo Pinoy din me, how'dya know? The Playboy thing is being wrestled with; honestly I have to resist the urge to really just torment poor Syaoran. To SakuraAvalon98, wow, thank you! To alovelyie, Oh no, what did I do wrong in Accidental Playboy? I would really love to know so maybe I can fix it. Actually, he won't be kidnapping Sakura per se XD You'll see! To midnightblue08, thanks! To sootyxsnowpetal, wow, that makes me happy! have to confess I wanted to have fun with this story as well if not outright LOLness like AP. Thank you so much! Romantic egoist? By any chance do you read Ouran High? To Esa MaRie, EEP THANK YOU. Honestly that was rushed (I think beaucoup riant pointed that out) so my apologies. haha, so much sexness in this one, sorry about that! To Black Licorice Addict, you changed your pen name? Interesting XD Haha you called it right! To lizziele, thanks, I tried to make a fairly common plot premise a bit more interesting :D To Vampire-princesses, here is ch 2, let me know if you like it? To beaucoup riant, You were right, actually--blushes--but I just wanted to get this story out of my system so my apologies XD To mitsuko310, haha LOL made me laugh, thanks. Hope you enjoy this one! To MikoKagome1113, thanks! I just wish I had more time to write! To Love Starshine, this is what happens next! To fallincherryblossom, Honestly I was dared to 1) Write a canon story (sort of) and 2) Write an early era story by a friend. This is the result. I believe Sakura is feisty and strong, but hey, if you had hunky Syaoran in front of you, well... ExT in next chapter! To Tammy, definitely continuing thanks! To xSapphirexRosesxFanx, LOL well Syaoran and Eriol are trying to prevent war and find out who's attacking the Lis. To broken emerald, continued! To butterflyKISSU, Love you sis, and you know you have to keep helping me with this. See, I got Tomoyo-chan out to help me! To magicka1417, soon enough? XD To Mrs HermioneJaneMalfoy, haha, pressure never to disappoint! It takes time, lots of time, honestly, and help from friends. To LyxFall, hope the continuation continues to interest XD To Hime Kimiko, I agree! Cause 'a dream is a wish your heart makes' right? XD To Blue Fire Heart, Well, not unique, I know I've seen a Dramione story with that premise but I hope it works here! To Joanns, hope not to disappoint! To xCrazyKindOvWeirdx, updated! To AzianCutieMiyan, thanks! To Yuki7, next post is here! To bright-eyesxX, Here's what comes next! To sofia, haha here is your next fix, I mean chapter! To DineyBlue, In truth this chapter has been ready for a year, I just never got around to posting it because I wasn't sure how to plot it out :D To Darkwolf259, I shall try! To Charm, thanks! To MOONSPELL, wow hope you continue to read! To yingfa07, I got your PM but can't answer without giving stuff away :D so please read on. What I can answer is yes, they only meet in dreams. Yes technically he is a prince and a general; Chinese nobles were expected to be warriors too. Can't answer that other question but hey XD To Wings of Wind, glad you like it!