Le Biker

Chapter Five

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN CCS.

To all those that need to be warned, there is a lime in this chapter!! To anyone who doesn't understand what it means, lime means there's some questionable content of a sexual nature without the people involved actually doing the deed. Don't say I didn't warn you.

He heard her run up the stairs and put down the earpiece. He had left the room early in the conversation, and had heard the rest through one of the connected phones. He wouldn't tell her that most of the phones in his house were connected, not yet. Instead of blindly rushing to help her, he chose to listen to the call she made and find out how bad it was. If they hadn't kicked her out with that phone call, then maybe things weren't as bad as he thought. But then again, it wasn't Sakura who was being abused.

After thinking for a few minutes, he walked up the stairs and knocked on Sakura's door. "Sakura-chan?" he heard a few sniffles before she opened the door.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"I'm fine!" she smiled with forced cheerfulness, but his gaze had her tearing up again.

"Need an ear? Or a shoulder?" he waited for her nod before taking her in his arms as she let the tears and words fall.

"He's nothing but a sick pig, and arrogant bastard! He doesn't know when I'm at home, but refuses to let me leave. Just like Mom. He doesn't care about her but to beat or rape her and ask why the hell his dinner isn't done yet. Oh, in the eyes of the law we're a perfect family, I'm sure. A father, mother, son in college, daughter almost out of high school. No complaints filed from either spouse, no threat of divorce, no, our family is a model family." Her words were bitter, tears hot. Her hands fisted in his shirt, clutching it, holding back the urge to hit something. He stayed quiet and listened to her as the words fell out. Both the words and tears slowed, stopped, but neither teenager moved, neither wanted to.

She sighed and listened to the slow beat of his heart, her own momentarily at peace. His hands moved on her back in random motions, which she guessed were supposed to be relaxing or comforting, but the slight friction sent jolts of excitement through her system.

Syaoran noticed the slight change in her posture and smirked to himself. With so light a touch… but he wouldn't take her very far, not now when she knew no further than the needs of her body. He adjusted the movement, making it relaxing, comforting, gentle. She relaxed again in his arms before falling asleep.

Sakura woke with the knowledge that she couldn't go home. The outcome was inevitable, but some part of her soul felt almost … sad. Almost. She decided against going to school and just stayed in bed. Her thoughts once again strayed to Syaoran, and she pondered the subject. She still didn't know much about him. The one question she had asked him he answered with a vague answer. She knew nothing about him, but still felt completely safe around him. Her mind, heart, and body were in conflict, and it confused her.

She rolled onto her side and stared at the silent wall, hoping it would give her some answers. Great, now I'm back to consulting the scenery… Good going, Sakura! Wonderful, just wonderful.

Quickly getting annoyed with her thoughts, she got up and walked to the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would clear her head.

An hour later she got out, wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door to her rather chilly room. Sakura walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and tried to choose clothes for that day.

"I recommend … that shirt and those pants," Syaoran commented from behind her.

She jumped and blushed pinkly. "Jeez, are you trying to kill me?" But she got out the clothes, plus a bra and pair of panties.

"Not really."

"Then make some noise next time, Syaoran-kun! It's damn scary to have someone walk in while you've nothing on but a towel!" and she blushed darker.

"Hmmm… looks good on you, Sakura-chan. I don't mind the view," Syaoran teased.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, yeah. Pack a small bag. We're going on an overnight trip to a hot spring."

"Why?"

"Because I want to. Don't you?" he asked. She nodded. "Then pack."

"Can I at least get dressed first?"

"Like I said, I don't mind the view," he grinned.

"Li Syaoran, get out of this room!"

"Fine, fine, I'm going, I'm going!"

Sakura sighed into the steamy silence. She loved it, the smell and feel of the spring. Definitely what she needed.

A faint rippling noise and movement told her that someone had entered the water, but she didn't care. Completely at ease, it wasn't until Syaoran actually faced her that she moved. "What are you doing?"

Syaoran smirked. "Ah, in a towel again? How thoughtful, Sakura-chan! I'm legal. This is the mixed spring. And, to answer your question, I'm trying to relax."

"Then go and relax somewhere else. This is my spot." She folded her arms across her chest and closed her eyes.

Syaoran watched her for a moment, his smirk turning into a soft smile, and began to turn away.

"Wait, Syaoran-kun. I've got a few questions to ask you," her eyes hadn't opened.

"Ask away." He settled himself next to her, looking up at the sky.

"What really happened in your past? You said your sister was a suicide, but something else happened, didn't it?"

Syaoran jerked in surprise, caught off-guard by the question. He was silent for a long moment. "Yes. My father and mother were a lot like your parents, Sakura-chan. They would yell and scream all the time, until he raised his fist to her the first time. Then they would yell and scream and she would end up with ugly bruises, everywhere but her face. Soon she stopped yelling and fighting back, which I think bored the son of a bitch. A few days went by, and then my oldest sister was raped and beaten. My mother seemed to care, until he turned on her. So my other three sisters and I, we tried to protect them both while making a plan to leave, but first my mother killed him, and then herself. A few days later Shiefa followed." His voice was dull, void of emotion, but somehow she could feel his wounds, half-healed, and they broke her heart.

"Syaoran-kun…"

"My second oldest sister wasn't quite old enough to be our legal guardian, so off to different orphanages we went. I was waiting for my sister, waiting for the day when she would arrive to take me away, away from China and the old orphanage-master. Years passed, no one came, no one adopted me, so I ran off. Came to Japan, got a job, started over. Met you, Sakura-chan."

"Syaoran-kun…" Her heart was in her throat. She couldn't move, couldn't say anything, and when he turned smoldering amber eyes on her, couldn't look away. She was acutely aware of where their shoulders touched, their legs brushed up against one another's. One of his hands moved up and down on her arm, she shivered and fought the impulse to close her eyes. His other hand traced patterns on her leg, light movements constantly going higher. "S-syaoran-kun…"

His eyes never left her face, watching as her breath quickened, her face flushed, her eyes darkened because of the sensations. His hand was on her inner thigh, the baby-soft skin there, and he felt her heat. She shuddered in pleasure as his thumb brushed the lips of her entrance. "S-syaoran-kun… please!" He pulled close and stared into her eyes, looking for something, something he found. One finger slid slowly into her warmth, and her eyes closed. He pulled out, pushed in, adding fingers, slowly driving her over the edge. A quick intake of breath, and it came. Heat flooded his hand as she tightened around him, quietly crying his name.

He drew his hand out of her, aching to put something else in, but didn't dare. This was enough. She recovered from her orgasm and looked into his eyes again, seeing clearly the hunger in them, and decided to give as good as she got. She grabbed his erection, hot hard, and now it was his turn to shudder. "Sakura-chan, s-stop."

"Why?" Her hands circled him, nails dragging along his length. They explored, traveled down to his ball sac, and she felt powerful as he began to gasp and buck against her. His climax wasn't far behind.

"Sakura-chan…" he tensed and relaxed and she let go.

"See? Not that bad. And now we're even." Sakura relaxed against him for a moment until unknown laughter hit their ears. "I think we've baked long enough." She stood up and found her guest yukata nearby. As she put it on she looked at Syaoran, who continued to sit in the hot spring. "Aren't you coming?"

"Nah. I'll be there in a bit. Order dinner?"

She nodded. "Sure. I'll see you there."

To all of you that I told this chappie would be up before Sunday, I'M SO SORRY!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! I just got so busy this week and there was no time for my wonderful online life. I'm serious, this is the first time I've been on the computer, not to mention the internet, in a week. I really promise that I'll hurry up with the next chapter. I have to type it up and then post it, but I hate transition typing. So, I'll try really hard to finish that tonight or tomorrow, so you'll have your chappie (hopefully?) before Wednesday.

Thanks so much for waiting and reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it!

Next chapter: revelations and interrogations. Should be ...fun… sure…

Meako