Syaoran

Warnings: Shota; Lemon; Spelling(maybe)

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Syaoran
Part 9
by AurthorsDeathNote

Touya felt like he was wearing the tape down. He had hidden it in his underwear drawer where - hopefully - no one would find it. A week had already past.... and he needed more. He needed the real thing. Syaoran hadn't called, and he hadn't seen the brunette at all since... Touya was getting desperate.

He felt like an idiot. Afterall, it was only in films that people felt like this. and it wasn't just the physical relationship he was missing.

It was Syaoran.

And it was about time he did something about it.

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The brunettes apartment seemed empty, but he didn't know if Syaoran would come back soon. Oh well, he was just going to have to go in and wait, wasn't he?

Unlocking the door with a spare key he had stolen from his little sister //And what the *hell* did she have something like that for when *he* didn't?// he quietly made his way in.

It was deffinately empty. Shrugging off his jacket, he made his way around the living area, before moving towrds the bedroom. Opening the door, he found himself glaring at the cursed chair that he felt had caused all of this. Smoothing his hand along the bed, he thought of what else Syaoran may have done on that tape.

//The tape!//

Surely, Syaoran would've kept the original?

Moving over to the boys desk, he began routing through the draws. In the bottom one, he found his prize, and set about pushing it into the tape recorder. Sitting on the bed, he hoped to whoever-was-up-there, that the tape was the whole thing.

--The screen was greyish in that old black and white fashion. The bed, and Syaoran, came onto the screen. He leaned forward, the shirt slipping down his shoulder. Unbuttoning the top of the shirt, a hand slipped up it. Then it moved downwards.....

The hand gracefully slipped into the thin pajama-shorts, and gripped onto the erection. Syaoran's mouth opened in a gasp, and his eyes closed, his cheeks burning darkly. The brunettes breath became heavy, and he began to sweat, leaving a wet trail down the skin that could be seen.--

Touya had, by now, pulled his own erection out, and was pumping away, engraving every detail of the tape's show into his mind. Biting his lips against the moans, his mind heard the erotic gasp clearly.

--His hand retreated from his shorts, and he unbuttoned the rest of the shirt, before sitting forwards on all fours, facing the screen. His light curves could be seen clearly, and the shadows danced across bed, as Syaoran thrust his hips lightly at the sheets below him. The brunette bit his lip, eyes closing as he repeated the action.

Sitting back, Syaoran then slowly began to slide out of his pajama-shorts, revealing silky-smooth, porcalin skin. His erection stood half-full, and sweat dripped down his neather-regions. Sitting with his legs spread in front of the camera, Syaoran panted heavily, letting the white material of the shirt stick to his skin.

Sitting forwards once more, Syaoran began to suckle on his fingers, bright eyes shining...--

And Touya came loudly, white cum spurting over his fingers and the bed. Yet his eyes never left the screen.

--Turning around so that his back was to the camera - and still licking his fingers - Syaoran slid the shirt from his body, before sitting on all fours again. Looking over his shoulder at the camera, the brunette smirked, and spread his legs, pushing down on the bed.

Flipping his body over, Syaoran held onto his erection with one had, while the lubricated fingers began to probe himself. The camera caught all of this, and Syaoran lifted his bed for the camera to have a better access view. Syaoran's mouth opened again in a silent moan...--

Touya could hear, and *feel* the mewlings that were raking across the boys body, as it sent shivers down his own, and he came a second time.

--Inserting a second finger, then a third, then the fourth, Syaoran began to rock them in.. then out... in... out... in... out... in deeper... out... in quicker... deeper... while his other had pumped, and scratched, and pulled at his weeping erection.

Gasping, Syaoran slid his fingers into himself a final time, before moving to sit up.--

Touya gaped. //No way! There has to be more. He can't stop there!//

--Sitting up, and breathing harshly, Syaoran sild his slick fingers over his nipples, and then over his erection. He then slowly started to bounce his hips against the bed. His legs spreading in a knee-bent split, Syaoran gripped at the bed, silent gasps, moans, graons and mewls being let out with each contact. His hands now gripped at the sheets, and the pace picked up.

Ramming his erection in the sheets, Syaoran re-instered two fingers into himself, and continued to ram, his fingers quickly leaving and entering him with each bounce.

Then pure white cum flew over the sheets, and Syaoran sat only breathing harshly - staring at the camera. Licking his lips, Syaoran lay over the bed, gasping for breath, and his eyes never leaving the viewer. Laying on his front and side, hands gripping the side of the bed, and his head leaning on his arms, his sweat-coated body almost shone etherally as he regained his composure.

Staring sexily at the camera, Syaoran mouthed a few words.....

.....then began gently thrusting his hips into the bed once more.

The screen went blank.--

Touya sat there, wanting more, but letting those silent words flitter through his mind.

**"I love you. I just wish you loved me too. And want more than just this."**

Rewinding the tape, Touya pulled his pants back up, before replacing the tape in the bottom draw, and making his way out.

He had really hurt Syaoran. And he needed to know how, and why.

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Shopping with Sakura was fun. Shopping with Sakura and Tomoyo was annoying.

Syaoran tiredly dumped all the bags - containing items which the amethyst-eyed girl had forced him to buy - in the living area, before putting the kettle on. Shrugging off his jacket, he walked intohis bedroom and replaced it in his wardrobe. Turning to survey the room, he noticed that something seemed.... off.

Eyeing the desk draws, Syaoran moved to make sure that the tape was still there.

It was.

Shrugging, Syaoran went back into the kitchen, a little saddened that most of the clothes he had bought weren't going to be worn for a long time.

They were for Touya.

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