Abhorrent

Note: Tsubasa isn't mine and all that crap.

Kyle has never known Fei-Wong to be anywhere but in his library, though it really couldn't be called a library anymore because all the books have long since been removed and replaced with things much more important. The giant mirror that his Master uses to watch Syaoran and his group shows a scene of utter domesticity that makes Kyle's teeth clench in anger. He is tired of waiting, but because Fei-Wong says they are not to be harmed, he does nothing. It makes his hands ache, so he clenches them into fists and forces himself to turn away. The library door shuts behind him with a soft click.

He knows there are other rooms in this giant place, but he doesn't know where to begin, and there is no Xing Huo to point him in the right direction. He tries the first door he comes to and there is nothing, just an empty echoing room, so he continues. He moves to the second door, but passes when his eyes catch the sight of a heavy ornate door at the end of the hallway. Drawn to it he walks slowly, unsure of what is inside. He has never seen that door before, but when he touches the handle he knows that Fei-Wong is there, he can sense him, and it makes him shiver.

The door swings open easily and silently without so much as a push and Kyle finds himself staring into a darkened room. He can make out the shapes of furniture and his breath catches when his eyes roam over a large bed that is occupied. He almost laughs out loud for being so shocked because, really, even Fei-Wong must need sleep every now and then. Kyle approaches the bed silently, not daring to breathe until he is looking down into the face of his Master.

Even in sleep Fei-Wong's face is not relaxed. His brows are drawn tightly together just they always are when he watches Syaoran and his companions, his lips pressed together and drawn into a frown. Kyle reaches down and smoothes out the lines on Fei-Wong's forehead, and before he knows what he is doing he leans down to press his lips to the other man's. Slowly the frown softens though predictably Fei-Wong is now awake and staring up at Kyle with a rare look of surprise.

"What are you-?"

Kyle stops him with a hand over his mouth and holds back a groan when Fei-Wong's breath ghosts over his fingers. "Please," he whispers, pulling back the sheet to find Fei-Wong shirtless, "just let me...” He buries his face in Fei-Wong's chest and inhales. The man smells like soap and skin and power and Kyle is already hard, rubbing against the edge of the mattress. He kneels on the bed between Fei-Wong's legs and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along his furred chest. He takes a dusky brown nipple between his teeth and sucks until it tightens; his hands roam down Fei-Wong's ribs, committing everything to memory because he knows he will never get a chance to do this again.

He moves to the other nipple, only spending as much time on it as the first then places hot, open-mouthed kisses down his Master's torso until he reaches the waistband of a pair of silk pants. He buries his face between Fei-Wong's legs, inhaling again, and nuzzles the junction of thigh and groin. The fabric is soft and warm against his flushed face and he mouths the cock underneath. Fei-Wong is not hard, but Kyle kisses and sucks until the fabric is tented beneath him. He hooks his thumbs over the waistband and pulls slowly, kissing every inch of exposed flesh until he feels rough pubic hair beneath his lips. Once the pants are gone, he spreads Fei-Wong's legs wider, presses his lips to the tip of his cock and moans. The man even tastes like power.

He sucks the glans into his mouth, swirling his tongue before swallowing him whole. The press of hard flesh at the back of his throat makes his eyes water and he pulls up only to plunge back down again and again, his hand chasing his mouth up, down, them back up. His rhythm and concentration break when a large hands rests on his head, fingers cupping the back of his skull. He pulls away to stare, and Fei-Wong is absolutely still, staring down at him with cold calculating eyes. Kyle swallows and wipes the saliva from his chin before returning to his task, this time cupping heavy balls with his other hand, rolling them together until Fei-Wong's hand tightens in his hair.

The cock in his mouth twitches once, twice, and Fei-Wong comes without a sound. He is salt bitter and warm on Kyle's tongue, and Kyle pulls every last pulse from him before shoving one hand down his own pants. Two rough jerks and he's coming, groaning loud and shuddering so hard he feels like he's going to fly apart. He slides off the bed on unsteady legs, and with the taste of Fei-Wong still on his tongue he flees.

-fin-

A/N: So this was written purely as a joke so don't flame me. Although I must say that I DO like this pairing X3