An Unexpected Turnabout

An Unexpected Turnabout

A/N: Well, I’m bored today and I have all weekend so I’ll start on Chapter 2. I don’t want to pimp out my story too much since…well some of my friends don’t know I like this kind of thing.

I even got a new account on Fanfiction.net but they have this policy where you can’t post for three days after you first join…*glares*

Oh, and I hate most euphemisms. Like manhood and whatnot. I don’t usually use words like penis or testicles, and cock and balls just sound weird D: so I like words like length and entrance. They’re more subtle…but they can also be annoying. Like “loser if you’re gonna write pr0n then don’t deny it!” I guess I’ll wing it. I only use words like ‘cock’ in dirty talk heheheee >:3

Touya: suck my cock you whore!
Syaoran: But I’m watching the teli!
Touya: what’s on the teli?
Syaoran: looks like a penguin to me…

*shotshotshotshotshotded*

Sorry this took so long…mom kept walking in. The initial chapter was finished in one hour but the fixins came over the next week or so…or however long it’s been…

So I guess I’ll go on with the show! And to reward you all, we’ll start off with a nice wet dream! And maybe it will escalate to more. : D

Disclaimer: This document is intended for public viewing and is solely for personal enjoyment. It should neither be considered an authoritative source nor an official publication of the creators and their affiliates.

[edit] if you see anything that sticks out (grammar, spelling) or anything that just doesn’t seem to flow (when did he take of his pants?) and especially if something doesn’t make sense then please email me at: captainsnaps@hotmail.com

Chapter 2: Dirty Thoughts

The stone floor echoed beneath a Touya’s footsteps. He was strutting down a dungeon pathway in his silken blouse that practically screamed ‘brat’. He smiled evilly as he gripped the handle of the whip in his right hand. The last cell in the row held his target, a young man with short brown hair. His arms were chained to the wall at a height where he was forced to stand on his toes and his head hung in fatigue. But what stood out the most was a revealing maid’s dress that barely covered his shapely legs…He looked up excitedly at the sight of Touya’s return and smiled which prompted the young man to laugh. “You master is here…Syaoran.”

Touya shot up in bed. “What the fuck was that!?” He stared at the clock the read 9:20AM before registering that he had only been dreaming. But what a dream! Touya looked down at the bed sheets and thanked the gods that he still had some semblance of control. He hadn’t had a wet dream since puberty first hit, and he hadn’t planned on starting. Pulling out a collar shirt and pants he slung a leather belt around his waist and absentmindedly complained about how no one made pants his size anymore. He was greeted outside his room with the smell of fish and onigiri from the kitchen. Fujitaka was sitting somewhat bewildered at the table while Syaoran was manning the rice cooker.

“I tried to help him,” Fujitaka addressed his son. “But he insisted on making us breakfast.” Touya walked into the kitchen and saw fresh cod in a frying pan, covered in butter (dammit I’m making myself hungry again!). Syaoran turned to him and smiled.

“It’s the least I can do.”

“But you’re a guest.”

“Still, I feel some obligation to pay you back.”

Touya remembered hearing some mention of Syaoran’s cooking before in an abstract conversation from long ago, but all he could recall is that it was supposed to be good. Syaoran glanced up from the rice cooker with a smile. “Almost ready.”

The breakfast table, the girls chatter, Fujitaka’s morning conversation…these all seemed to fly by as Touya gratefully ate the delicious meal. Sleeping hadn’t cured his stomach or his strange feelings, but the idea of him being alone at home all day while his father took the others shopping seemed refreshing.

“I’ll stay here, too.”

Touya nearly choked on his food. Had he heard right?

Fujitaka adjusted his glasses. “Are you sure Li-san?”

Syaoran nodded. “I don’t feel well today but I’d still like to stay over.”

Sakura clapped her hands together. “You and nii-chan can become better friends!”

Touya felt that sick feeling return. His sister really had no idea. But why would Syoaran want to stay behind? Was it about last night? He desperately tried to slow the meal down but for some reason it felt like everyone was eating faster than usual. He went for seconds, even thirds; anything to stop the meal from ending. But when the food ran out and everyone had finished Touya knew that he was one step closer to being trapped at home with someone he felt uneasy around. Touya took his sweet time piling the dishes and cleaning off the counter, but it was in vain as everyone else wanted the chores to be done quickly.

Sakura ran back and forth frantically, hoping she hadn’t forgotten anything. “Do I have my purse? What about money? Uh…shoes!” When things were finally in order she waved goodbye to the boys and skipped out to the car with her father and Tomoyo. When the door finally closed and the last sounds of the minivan’s engine died off the two merely stood at the door, and the silence that followed seemed to eat at the air Touya was breathing. He sighed and decided the best thing to do would be to confine himself to the family room.

‘Maybe some mind-numbing television will help me.’ He flipped through the channels, not satisfied with what he found until reaching football (soccer). The referee was in the middle of breaking up two of the players and sending them back to kickoff line. Touya tossed the remote to the side and leaned back into the green couch that smelled faintly of peonies. He absentmindedly remembered his conversation with Syaoran from the day before and fingered with the loose threads at the seams of his cushion. The game was good, but the couch seemed more interesting at the moment.

“Looks like a good game.” Syaoran had taken a seat next to him and leaned forward with a look of interest on his face. Unlike Touya, he was paying attention to the TV. Touya merely nodded his head in agreement, not caring if the other had seen his reply or not.

“Thirsty?” Syaoran’s sudden interjection made Touya flinch, but not enough to be seen.

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you thirsty?”

Touya rubbed his temples, to stave an oncoming headache, an action that his unwanted companion had noticed.

“Caffeine will help with that.”

Touya looked up when he felt the weight in the couch shift and watched Syaoran head to the kitchen.

“Do you have any Coca Cola™?”

“Yea, in the back behind the milk.” He stood up carefully and rubbed his forehead again. It was a sinus headache, and if taken care of quickly he could stop it from spreading. He slowly walked into the kitchen and grasped the cool glass of Coke that was offered. “Thanks.”

“Do you have Aspirin?” Syaoran seemed to only take an interest in clearing Touya’s headache and reached into the cabinet after the man in front of him had pointed out that they did indeed have aspirin. He fumbled around until he found a white bottle with a pink label on it, and set to working it open. “Damn child-proof caps.”

“I though you said Aspirin.”

“This is Ibuprofen; it’s the same thing.” He smiled when the cap finally came off and took out three tablets. “Wait, how much do you weigh?”

“What?”

“Never mind; I’ll guess and give you four.” He handed the tablets to Touya and watched as he took them all with one gulp of Coke.

“Thanks.” He set the now emptied glass next to the sink and placed his hand against his forehead. The headache was already disappearing.

“It’s not a big deal really-”

“So, why did you stay behind?” The question had been eating at Touya all morning. He didn’t see the need for secrecy between himself and Sakura’s ex. They weren’t friends, they weren’t enemies; hell, he couldn’t even figure out how to treat him.

At first Syaoran didn’t reply, but after seeming to think about it, he swallowed and answered with a question of his own. “Is there something you need to tell me? About last night I mean.”

“We barely know each other.” Touya sadly admitted this fact. He didn’t know much about Syaoran, seeing as before now, he had –had– no interest in him.

“Then why were you staring at me?”

Touya turned to face the boy and stared with his mouth poised to speak. “I’m not sure really.”

“You’ve never been unsure of anything.”

“Don’t be so quick to assume. I just look confident.”

“So you aren’t?”

“I never said that-”

“You’re just not sure about how to treat me?”

“I’m just…no. I’m not sure at all.”

“What do you see when you look at me?”

Touya’s eyes traveled over the other’s body similar to the way a young child surveys a strange adult. He rested his hand under his chin and sighed. “You remind me of someone.”

“Yukito?”

Touya furrowed his eyebrows. “I never recalled you being this good at figuring out what others were thinking.”

“I’m not.” Syaoran smiled. “I learned if from someone.”

‘Daidouji…’

“So, if you think of me as Yukito, then does that mean I’ve changed roles in your life?”

Touya turned to face him. “What are you suggesting?” His tone became playful, reminding him of how he used to talk to Yuki. ‘My Yuki…’

“I’m only saying…” Syaoran seemed to understand the nature of the conversation and prodded back.

“Are you suggesting that I like you?”

“Maybe.”

Touya felt that there was a common ground between the two of them now. He felt a similar desire, and despite knowing that he was only replacing Yukito with someone similar, he felt that deep down Syaoran was only looking for companionship in him as well. It was a way of them both using each other with consent, but Touya had to be sure and waited for Syaoran to make the first move. The boy seemed to read his thoughts because he slowly and gently reached his hand up to meet Touya’s collar.

“I’ve been lonely too.”

“So you admit that you’ve thought about me in that way as well?”

Syaoran paused. “I’m somewhat ashamed by it. I mean, you’re my ex’s brother.” He gasped as Touya cupped his cheek. “This isn’t supposed to happen.”

“Then why are you letting it?”

He struggled with an answer. “Because, I can’t help it; I just…I’m only human.”

“I want to hear it from you. I want you to tell me you want it.” Touya leaned in close to the boy’s face, as close as he dared, letting their breath mingle for a few moments. He admitted inwardly that he wasn’t making the decision easy, seeing as he was half-seducing the boy at the same time. Touya put his right leg in between Syaoran’s and began to slowly rub it against the his inner thigh.

“That’s not very fair…” Syaoran gasped as Touya kissed his neck.

“What’s your decision? Once you make it there is no going back.”

Syaoran bit his lip. “…yes…”

Touya placed his hands under the others rump and lifted him from the ground, carrying him as though he were a toddler. Syaoran seemed to object to this at first but he eventually relaxed in the older man’s grip and allowed himself to be carried away.

The room smelled of fresh daisies, a sort of greenery scent that was neither feminine nor masculine. Syaoran grabbed at the lush, dark-blue sheets of Touya’s bed after he had been laid gently upon them. He turned on his back in time to see the older man loosening his shirt and belt before climbing on top of him.

“Is this your first time?” Touya figured it was. He could never imagine his sister and her former boyfriend doing anything illicit, but he still felt the need to ask.

Syaoran nodded. “Both ways.”

Touya smiled. “I’m always gentle the first time.”

“Only the first time?”

Touya merely laughed before reaching inside the boy’s T-shirt and rubbing his stomach. Syaoran slightly blushed, but it was more with embarrassment than excitement. “It’s always awkward the first time,” Touya reassured him before undoing the button on his pants. He gently prodded inside before lowering both Syoaran’s pants and boxers. He stopped when he felt a hand placed on his head.

“T-Touya…I’m kinda nervous about all this.”

“Then sit back and enjoy it as best you can. The real fun won’t be for a while.” He pushed him back against the bed and resumed his work. Despite Syaoran’s being nervous, he was already hard, and Touya began to gently stroke and encourage the erection. He wanted to make sure that his companion was ready for the difficult part, but already he could feel his own needs prodding for release. Touya used his thumb to play with the tip of the Syaoran’s length and gave it playful lick, an action that caused the other to whimper.

Touya pushed Syaoran further up the bead until he was resting on the pillows before motioning for him to remove his shirt. Touya began to do the same but was stopped by smallish hands. They were slowly unbuttoning his collar shirt in a seductive way and he smiled at the boy’s willing participation in their act. Next the hands moved for his loosened belt he stopped them. “You can worry about contributing later; right now it’s about you.” Touya was reluctant to demand anything right away, and wanted a first experience to be as enjoyable as possible. Only later would he advance the push and pull of a sexual relationship. He pulled off what remained of Syaoran’s pants and began to stroke his erection again.

“Syaoran?” Touya had a devilish smile on his lips.

“…yes?” The reply was strained as skilled hands were working below.

“Have you ever had oral?”

Syaoran propped himself up on his elbows. “What?”

“Have you ever had-”

“No, no I heard you. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Would you like it?”

Syaoran blushed a deep shade of red. “I…well…” He closed his eyes and desperately tried to think of something that would keep him from coming. “I don’t think I could last very long.”

Touya chuckled. “Then I guess you’re ready.” He took his right hand and placed it near Syaoran’s mouth, inviting him to suckle on his fingers. The boy gladly did so and took the other man’s forefinger and middle finger into his mouth. He almost moaned when Touya removed them. “All that from suckling?”

Syaoran’s face looked slightly pouty. “You make me feel like a woman.”

“You’re an uke; you’re supposed to feel that way.” He took his now moist forefinger and gently slipped it into the other’s entrance.

Syaoran winced as Touya moved his finger in, out and around in a methodical motion.

“I’m preparing you; just relax.” He took his other finger and gently pushed it in as well, and used them both in a scissor motion to loosen the area completely. “That’s the most important thing. You have to relax.”

Syaoran tried hard to relax but for him it wasn’t easy, and having never done this before left him inexperienced and scared. Touya did his best to coo and comfort the boy before gently pushing himself inside. He winced at the painful cries that softly echoed beneath him and tried to ignore the nails now digging into his upper arms.

“Are you alright?”

Syaoran was breathing heavily but looked back and smiled. “I’m fine.” He reaffirmed this by wrapping his legs around the older man and pushing him still deeper.

“If you’re ready…” Touya started gradually, pumping an easy rhythm. He rocked to the beating of his heart, which as time went by, increased in its speed. He lifted Syaoran from the bed and held him six inches above the sheet. Touya recalled that the boy smelled of fresh peonies and spice.

Thoughts and actions were lost as the older reached orgasm. He sensed that the younger was lagging and reached down to stroke his erection and help him along. Their bodies were sweat and blood, raw and beautiful. Touya looked down, wondering at how much longer he would have to hold on. His question was answered as Syaoran came beneath him and the contractions inside pushed Touya over the edge. Beneath him lay Yukito again, and they were joined in the bonds of love.

When he had ridden the last wave he glanced at the body he was holding to find that, no it was not Yukito. It was Syoaran, someone who had been a virgin up until a little while ago. As he removed himself he felt his mind was buzzing with thoughts and questions, but these all stopped when two hands reached up and pulled him gently to the side. Touya was now lying down next to Syaoran who held a faint smile on his face. But the questions still ate at Touya’s mind. Was it wrong of them? Why did he still feel the need to replace Yukito? What was next?

That question ate at him the most. He knew there was no such thing as a mindless fuck. There were always strings attached, but glancing at the peaceful form next to him, he once a gain decided to sleep on it.

‘Although I doubt that will make things better.’


AFTERWARD: Ah yes. But herein lies the question. What to do when daddy gets home? Well, I for one never took Touya as the type to be stupid enough to let himself be discovered. Let’s assume he and Syaoran rested for a little while before they got dressed, erased the ‘evidence’ of their doings and went back into the family room to watch more teli!

Congrats you all get some lemon! *throws it at you* and for you Touya/Syaoran fans reading this…you are most welcome. This is actually my first completed lemon scene. I usually can’t get through one because I start laughing or lose interest, but I think I’ll have more fun when the bondage gets involved.

I think the hardest thing about those scenes is writing euphemisms. Not just for…that but for the ppl. You can only say “boy” so many times. I guess I never took into consideration how hard a good yaoi scene could be to write. With hetero you just say he/she and we know who you’re talking about. That’s why I tried to mainly focus on emotions and not actions. Besides…you don’t really need to know the dirty details…do you? J/K (perverts)

Oh and another thing. At first I couldn’t figure out how to set the thingy that tells you what’s in the story (I’m dumb) so I’ll tell what’s gonna be there right now. First anal (duh), oral (doubleduh) and yaoi (o rly?). As far as BDSM is concerned…anything and everything goes. Fetishes, whips, candle wax (yummy), the whole dungeon thing…and DON’T FORGET THE MAIDS OUTFITS!

One more thing…for those of you saying that “shapely legs and curves aren’t on boys bodies” then you must have never met Tim. He is literally a man in a woman’s body. Srsly

Leave me alone ok I’m a freak…

And now for the reviews section!
Sunny D: Well, here’s your update! I hope it pleases.
Shadow Shi13: YES SYAO-CHAN! Haha more ppl like me? I think the world would implode. And if you check on both fanfiction.net and here there are a total of three Touya/Syaoran fanfictions. Yes, it is sad. While I’ll always love S/S I just can’t write about them. I enjoy strange pairings, but only if it makes sense. The worst thing someone can do is pair two people and then not justify it.
Charon: I do it cuz it makes you cry >:D (okay not really)
Strawberry_Buttercup: you’re too good. That’s sorta what I was going for. Only it starts out really lusty and sorta ‘no strings attatched’ and transforms into “are you gonna date me or what?” And Syaoran, being the girl XD is gonna be the one demanding commitment >.>

If you review I’ll feature you too! (lol I rhymed I’m so lame)

See ya in the funny pages!