Syaoran
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Category:
+. to F › Card Captor Sakura
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
11,449
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 8
Disclaimer: I DO NOT ONW CARDCAPTOR SAKURA NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS
Warnings: Shota; Lemon; Spelling(maybe)
Review replys: I would like to thank all reviewers!
Syaoran
Part 8
by AurthorsDeathNote
Touya had been untied, and he had left not long after - almost ignoring Syaoran in the process. And the brunette hadn't taken it well.
Syaoran made his way to the bathroom, and slowly cleaned the blood and sweat from his body. Wincing as he brushed the soap around his neather-regions, Syaoran gritted his teeth, knowing exactly what he could do to Touya in terms of torture, and he made amends to his plans.
Changing into his pajamas, he fumed over the pain he was currently feeling both physically and emotionally.
- - - - -
School had restarted, so Syaoran had an excuse for not seeing the elder teen now - they both had work to do, and Touya didn't really like it. The dark haired teen had thought the situation over, and he had forgiven the younger boy for the battle - afterall, they both enjoyed it.
But even so, whenever he had picked up the phone when Syaoran called, the boy was either monotonous and asked directly for the green eyed Card Mistress, or put the phone strait down. Not particulary good sign for their relationship, really.
So, it had finally come down to Touya calling Syaoran.
"Moshi Moshi, Li residence. Can I help you?" Syaoran's voice came over the phone clearly, yet the emotiion didn't seem there.
"Its me. Look- No! Don't put the phone down! Please? Just listen. Whatever it was that I did.. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Eh?" *Blink*
"What are you sorry for?" Syaoran demanded.
"Well, whatever you're mad at me for," Touya tried to explain.
"And that would be...?"
"Well.... declaring war?"
*Duuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnn*
"Damnit!" Glaring at the piece of plastic still in his hand, he slammed it back down into the reciever. "What the hell did I do?"
"Oh, you were just being you, nii-chan," Sakura laughed as she came down the stairs. "Who are you talking to yourself about?"
"None of your business, Kaijuu."
"Fine. Then I guess you don't want this tape that Syaoran-kun told me to give you..."
"Give it."
Holding his hand out, he waited as paciently as he could - and that wasn't much.
"Here." And with that, the teen departed to his room.
- - - - -
Pushing the tape into the recorder, Touya pressed the play button, sitting on his bed expectently.
The screen turned greyish-white for a few moments before the picture came into focus.
It was Syaoran.
Laying on a white sheeted bed.
In thin, white, silky pajammas.
He was looking sexily at the viewer, and a sexy smirk joined the glittering eyes.
The picture itself was completely black and white, but it added to the overall, innocent-yet-sexy theme. Sitting crouched on the bed, Syaoran slowly slid forwards so that the oversized shirt slipped down one shoulder, and the smooth skin almost shone. Undoing the top button, one sleeve slid down his arm, while Syaoran still reguarded the viewer with an innocently-sexy smile.
Beginning to undo the rest of the buttons, Syaoran slid one hand up the still half-buttoned shirt, and bit his lip. The shirt had been lifted slightly so that the curves of a lightly defined six-pack could be seen. The hand moved again, this time downwards-
***YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY MORE. THIS IS ALL YOU'LL HAVE FOR THE NEXT MONTH.***
Going blank, the screen was still displaying those horrifying words.
"What? No!" Fast forwarding, Touya only found the rest of the tape blank. His erection pushed at the constraints of his pants, and he was breathing heavily from the short show. So he replayed the tape once more.
"Bugger! Thats not fair! I haven't even done anything!" Touya yelled at himself, frustrated.
Unzipping his pants, his pulled out his erection, and replayed the tape, over and over.
- - - - -
Syaoran smirked to himself as he sat doing his homework. In the desk draw, lay a tape with the complete show. And it has cost him a whole modeling shoot for Tomoyo to get it done. Laughing lightly to himself, he wondered what effect the tiny sample Touya was getting was having.
Oh, well. Its not like he didn't record everything he had done to Touya, so he could still pleasure himself over the next month.
AurthorsDeathNote: Gomen! I know this isn't the best one, but if I can get around to it, you'll know why in the next one. So, what else is on that tape? Please review!
Warnings: Shota; Lemon; Spelling(maybe)
Review replys: I would like to thank all reviewers!
Syaoran
Part 8
by AurthorsDeathNote
Touya had been untied, and he had left not long after - almost ignoring Syaoran in the process. And the brunette hadn't taken it well.
Syaoran made his way to the bathroom, and slowly cleaned the blood and sweat from his body. Wincing as he brushed the soap around his neather-regions, Syaoran gritted his teeth, knowing exactly what he could do to Touya in terms of torture, and he made amends to his plans.
Changing into his pajamas, he fumed over the pain he was currently feeling both physically and emotionally.
- - - - -
School had restarted, so Syaoran had an excuse for not seeing the elder teen now - they both had work to do, and Touya didn't really like it. The dark haired teen had thought the situation over, and he had forgiven the younger boy for the battle - afterall, they both enjoyed it.
But even so, whenever he had picked up the phone when Syaoran called, the boy was either monotonous and asked directly for the green eyed Card Mistress, or put the phone strait down. Not particulary good sign for their relationship, really.
So, it had finally come down to Touya calling Syaoran.
"Moshi Moshi, Li residence. Can I help you?" Syaoran's voice came over the phone clearly, yet the emotiion didn't seem there.
"Its me. Look- No! Don't put the phone down! Please? Just listen. Whatever it was that I did.. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Eh?" *Blink*
"What are you sorry for?" Syaoran demanded.
"Well, whatever you're mad at me for," Touya tried to explain.
"And that would be...?"
"Well.... declaring war?"
*Duuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnn*
"Damnit!" Glaring at the piece of plastic still in his hand, he slammed it back down into the reciever. "What the hell did I do?"
"Oh, you were just being you, nii-chan," Sakura laughed as she came down the stairs. "Who are you talking to yourself about?"
"None of your business, Kaijuu."
"Fine. Then I guess you don't want this tape that Syaoran-kun told me to give you..."
"Give it."
Holding his hand out, he waited as paciently as he could - and that wasn't much.
"Here." And with that, the teen departed to his room.
- - - - -
Pushing the tape into the recorder, Touya pressed the play button, sitting on his bed expectently.
The screen turned greyish-white for a few moments before the picture came into focus.
It was Syaoran.
Laying on a white sheeted bed.
In thin, white, silky pajammas.
He was looking sexily at the viewer, and a sexy smirk joined the glittering eyes.
The picture itself was completely black and white, but it added to the overall, innocent-yet-sexy theme. Sitting crouched on the bed, Syaoran slowly slid forwards so that the oversized shirt slipped down one shoulder, and the smooth skin almost shone. Undoing the top button, one sleeve slid down his arm, while Syaoran still reguarded the viewer with an innocently-sexy smile.
Beginning to undo the rest of the buttons, Syaoran slid one hand up the still half-buttoned shirt, and bit his lip. The shirt had been lifted slightly so that the curves of a lightly defined six-pack could be seen. The hand moved again, this time downwards-
***YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY MORE. THIS IS ALL YOU'LL HAVE FOR THE NEXT MONTH.***
Going blank, the screen was still displaying those horrifying words.
"What? No!" Fast forwarding, Touya only found the rest of the tape blank. His erection pushed at the constraints of his pants, and he was breathing heavily from the short show. So he replayed the tape once more.
"Bugger! Thats not fair! I haven't even done anything!" Touya yelled at himself, frustrated.
Unzipping his pants, his pulled out his erection, and replayed the tape, over and over.
- - - - -
Syaoran smirked to himself as he sat doing his homework. In the desk draw, lay a tape with the complete show. And it has cost him a whole modeling shoot for Tomoyo to get it done. Laughing lightly to himself, he wondered what effect the tiny sample Touya was getting was having.
Oh, well. Its not like he didn't record everything he had done to Touya, so he could still pleasure himself over the next month.
AurthorsDeathNote: Gomen! I know this isn't the best one, but if I can get around to it, you'll know why in the next one. So, what else is on that tape? Please review!