Power

Hey there! I know that I haven’t posted anything in a LONG time, so I’m sorry to anyone who actually follows my work for the long delay. Just so you all know, I will eventually get back to my two current fanfics, Summer Liaisons and Revelations. This is another one-shot that I wrote for my fanfic group’s writing challenge. The topic to be written about was the whole boss/worker/servant thing and the boundaries between them. I just wanted to write about XXXHolic. I absolutely love Yuuko. She was the first character I ever cosplayed as. This is a one-shot, but I’ve been playing around with a continuance. Tell me if you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own XXXHolic. The four goddesses of Manga, Clamp, do.

Warning: This is a little heavy (not everyone’s cup of tea), so if your not quite into that, you’ve been warned.
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Power


“Oh Watanuki, you’re so good!” Squealed Yuuko as she took her first bite of the expertly created meal. A groan was emitted soon after as she devoured another bit of her dinner. Watanuki though, was not eating, as he rested his abused fingers on a block of cloth-covered ice.

‘Damn that little pest!’ He thought, thinking of the furry black abomination attached to his knee. ‘Does it even care how many times I burned my fingers trying to keep it from eating my meal? And it still ate it!!!’ He screamed mentally, once again trying to remove the creature from his site.

With a sigh, Watanuki surrendered... once again. Not even willing to devote anymore energy in the name of Mokona, the indentured cook cast his gaze in the direction of his employer. She had just downed a bottle of sake and was reaching for another, a warm glow that would soon be a heated flush forming on her fine cheeks.

‘I swear, that’s all she does nowadays, drink, drink, drink.’ He thought bitterly. ‘Oh, Watanuki, get me some of that fine imported red wine, or Watanuki, get me some of that exquisite sake. It’s only a two mile walk from here to the store. In the middle of the rain.....’ Thought the tired seer, indulging himself in his negative thoughts, unaware of the stare directed his way.

‘He’s at it again.....’ Yuuko thought, feeling the negative energy wafting her way as she took a long drag from her pipe. ‘Maybe I should tell him how unhealthy that is.....’ But Yuuko really did not feel the desire to do so. What she wanted to do was get drunk, or even better, get Watanuki drunk.

‘He’d be far more willing if he had some sake.....’ The time witch thought, a gleam forming in her tired eyes as she rubbed her thighs against one another.

For the past two months, Ichihara Yuuko had been unable to sleep peacefully without the aid of a depressant. Without the power of alcohol, her nights would be restless as dreams of a certain seer wearing nothing but a cooking apron danced through her tired head. True, the booze gave her a massive hangover that was starting to effect her work, but if she could just stop dreaming of him....

“GODDAMMIT!” Filled the air as Watanuki attempted to take his butcher knife and fill poor Mokana’s stomach with air. Yuuko’s eyes flared at the site of her active servant, lean muscles rippling, only slightly visible under his open school uniform.

‘That uniform really doesn’t do him justice.....’ Thought the dark mistress. Suddenly, the powerful sorceress decided that she really deserved a good nights sleep.

‘And I guess he’s had enough too.....’ Thought the now drunk Yuuko as she threw another empty bottle of sake, and her never present inhibitions, to the floor.

“Poor Watanuki.....” She drawled, a delicate puff of smoke exiting her lips as she set her mahogany smoking pipe on the table. “Why don’t you join me?” She stated, swirling a new bottle suggestively. Gulping, the cornered chef backed up, foreseeing the disaster.

“No.” Stated the unfortunate seer, putting as much power into the simple word as humanly possible. He knew from experience what would happen when Yuuko drank. To just imagine the possibility of a drunk Yuuko without a chaperone, and with an equally incapacitated ally as well....

“No.” He stated again, noting the gleam that was forming in Yuuko’s vivid eyes.

“NO.” He yelled as Yuuko advanced.

“NO!” Watanuki screamed as his employer pounced on him, one of her porcelain white thighs on each side of him, trapping him. Using her blood red kimono sleeves as a makeshift rope, the space witch easily ensnared her prey, disregarding the fact that her lacy black bra was now in full view. With his arms now effectively tied to his sides, poor Watanuki was now powerless to stop his employer’s advances.

“Bottom’s up!” Said Yuuko delightfully, pouring the sake into the screaming cook’s mouth. “Oh, what’s the matter, Watanuki?” Inquired the witch as her prey continued to choke on the alcohol. “A boy your age should have started drinking a long time ago.”

“What the hell’s the matter with you!?!?!” Screamed the captured servant, his mouth now free of the liquid ambrosia. But he could already feel the effects of the liquid, having swallowed a large amount of it. ‘What the hell....? What was in that stuff....?’ Feeling dizzy, the young man lied back, noticing for the first time how exquisitely beautiful his mistress’ pale skin was. Yuuko leaned forward, till she was nose to nose with her flushed employee.

“Awwww, poor Watanuki. You’re letting that awful temper of yours take the reins again. Why don’t I help you. Let someone else take over.” She purred, her smoky breath suddenly intoxicating to the young man. With that said, she closed the gap between the two and locked their mouths in a heated kiss. Yuuko moved her mouth expertly against her victim’s as she held his head in place, massaging the young man’s own into motion. Manipulating him, she placed her tongue between Watanuki’s lips and waged war.

Watanuki, though, had suddenly found himself in the battlefield weaponless. He had never been kissed before, so therefore knew very little of the art. What little knowledge he had attained came from cheesy fanfiction trash and adult manga. To suddenly have such an experienced woman on top of him, conquering him mercilessly, had left him witless, taking away the meager information he had managed to acquire.

Yuuko forced a surrender early. Laughing as she broke their kiss, she started moving her hands over her easily-won prize, crimson nails leaving red welts on his exposed chest. Eliciting a moan, one of the witch’s famous smirks appeared on her blood-red lips. She then returned her mouth to that of her prisoner. Growing adventurous, Yuuko started moving in a southerly direction, her hands undoing her cook’s pants while she started licking his neck.

Watanuki had never felt anything like what he was currently experiencing. His blood seemed to have been replaced with liquid fire that pulsed through his veins at an unholy rate. Sweat beaded on his heated skin, ready to be tasted by his intoxicated mistress. A desperate and feral groan was emitted once again as another wave of pleasure traveled through his body. Watanuki’s breath came out in pants, it was so hard to breathe.

“Yuukooooooo.....”Moaned Watanuki, uttering her name like a prayer, as if she was his personal deity. But he knew, deep down in the most reasonable parts of his ever logical brain, that what he was doing was so wrong. For one thing, Watanuki was head over heels in love with Kunogi Himawari. And Yuuko was far older than him as well, though he truthfully did not know her actual age. And then there was the indisputable fact that she was his employer. She held his life in her hands, his sanity and well being all depended on her. There was a sacred and powerful line that separated them, placed her far above him. It was taboo.

“Kami! Yuuko!” He groaned as her hand brushed against his straining manhood, losing his train of thought.

Yuuko though, had no such qualms running through her head. Her mind was zoned in on her prize, taking in every part of him. Every strand of hair, every pore, every mark that she left on him was engraved onto the surface of her brain. She needed to know everything about him, to have all of him. Ready to do just that, she forced his pants down to his knees and ripped his boxers off of him, leaving red marks on his lean thighs. The space-time witch smirked at the sight of her overly-excited servant. It was clear that he was more than ready to move things along as well. Just as she was about to grasp her prisoner’s essence and ultimate weakness, Watanuki made a sound of protest.

“Nooooo.... Yuuko.....” He moaned, surprisingly aware. “This..... is wrong.” He panted, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at her as if she was his dark queen.

“En contraire.” The mistress of Time and Space purred sensuously and oh so quietly, keeping eye contact, forcing her powerful will to take control. “You are my servant, Watanuki, you know what I demand of you. You must obey. This is perfectly natural.” Then, in an effort to steal any more of his subversive thoughts, she claimed his mouth in a dark and incredibly passionate kiss.

She plunged into his mouth ruthlessly as her free hand, the other holding onto the back of Watanuki’s neck, took a hold of her servant’s member. Taking his groan into her mouth, Yuuko moaned her victory, moving over his manhood with precision. Using his pre-cum as a lubricant, she created an enticing friction as she started pumping his essence.

Watanuki was in heaven, pure bliss enshrouded his brain as Yuuko continued to work him. With every movement from her skilled hands, he sang. She manipulated him as if he were her instrument and she the master. All thoughts of rebellion had fled his mind, a full surrender to his dark goddess a lovely idea.

His peak was heading towards him faster and faster. It was as if he were soaring through the sky, wings as dark as his mistress’ raven hair taking him higher, into the stars. He could feel their heat flooding through his body, calling out a primal beast hidden deep within him. Watanuki was so close, he could see it, feel it, taste it.....

But right when he was almost there, ready to touch the stars and be engulfed by their power, she stopped. A mewl of protest exited his swollen lips at his mistress’ action, or lack there of. But no sound he made would get her to start. She just stared down at him, admiring her handiwork.

It was at that precise moment that Yuuko decided that he was truly ready. In one fluid movement, almost in opposition to his lack of skill, she unclasped her bra and positioned her uncovered core above his throbbing member.

“Yuuko.....” Watanuki uttered, his excitement apparent on his face. For one moment, one heartbeat, she stayed there suspended. The two stared into each others eyes, noting the power, the adoration there. Then Space-Time witch then plunged down, devouring her servant. Moans of indisputable pleasure were issued from both as they stopped momentarily to take in their mutual delight.

Yuuko set a fast pace, moving up and down, taking Watanuki in to the hilt, only to then nearly remove him from her heat entirely. With each action his mistress took, Watanuki voiced his pleasure, singing for all the world to hear. Grasping his shoulders, Yuuko forced her seer up, changing the angle so he could go deeper.

Her breasts rubbing heatedly against his chest, her crimson nails drawing blood on his back, her core engulfing him, taking his essence...... Watanuki was senseless, in heaven. Suddenly Yuuko had become the star he was striving for, her power eating him up as he gave in to her. If he were to die right then, he would have no qualms. He knew perfection.

And with that, Watanuki came inside of his mistress’ core. Screaming her name, he threw his head back, freely giving his essence and very soul to her as a lover’s token. And Yuuko took it gladly, milking his engorged member as she too fell over the brink and into paradise.

Exhausted, the two collapsed onto the tatami-covered floor, their breath coming out as heated pants. Smiling dreamily, Watanuki looked at the porcelain-doll face of his one and only mistress, who was resting on top of him, her hair fanning around her like a dark halo. She looked so at ease, so serene and satisfied. Knowing he was the sole reason, he drifted of into a peaceful slumber.

Yuuko was, indeed serene and satisfied. Her heart beat happily within her chest as she came down from her high. Her fantasy had finally been accomplished, and would be done so again and again.

‘No more restless nights for me!’ The Space-Time witch thought exuberantly, joining her servant in sleep.

Gazing at the two lovers, the magical creature Mokona smiled in victory. In his hands was a vial of clear liquid which gave off an eery wave of energy. It had been extremely easy for the ebony creature to distract the fool cook Watanuki so that the potion could be deposited within the sake. The meal had really just been compensation for the gift he had bestowed upon the two. After all, bad things happened to those who did not repay their debts.

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AHHHHH, that totally sucked! I could have done a way better job. I’m serious, if I had actually had time to write this out consistently, rather than getting time here and there because of the traveling and planning, I could have done better. Oh well..... This piece was a little darker than my usual stuff, but I think it came out okay. It wasn’t really getting into the heavy stuff, just touching on it. But at least it’s finished. I’m happy with what I managed pull off. Tell me what you think.