Topic: Twisted
Genre: Not Fluff
Canon: Optional*
Rating: G to PG-13
Length: ±1000 words
Special Requirements: Remember your OTP, and how it's so sweet and fluffy and pure? Yeah. Now write this pairing in a way that makes it dark, disturbing, or just plain wrong.
Time Limit: Two weeks

Topic: Twisted

Genre: Darkfic?

Canon: Not really

Timeline: Pre-Final Judgment, manga-verse I suppose

Rating: NC-17

Length: Long

Pairing: Yukito x Syaoran

WARNINGS: OOC, anti-Touya, Shota-con, coercion, Yukito being a closet pedophile, food sex, cross-dressing, sex outside of a bedroom

It should have been simple. All he’d meant to do was to get Yukito-san somewhere private (and away from Touya – that jerk) so he could confess his love.

It hadn’t quite turned out so easy.

The day had started normally enough. He had gone to school, suffered through classes, and at lunch, he’d approached Yukito-san, despite the glowering glare Touya – that annoying person, why was he so possessive? Had cast him and the rampant blush on his face. Yukito had been more than happy to let him eat with them, and Touya had left in a huff. He had felt a small surge of joy at that.

They had eaten quickly, and then Yukito-san had smiled at him, and asked what was the matter, and had he fought with Sakura-chan?

He’d shaken his head and Yukito-san had nodded, not wanting to pry more. That was when he had screwed up his courage.

It was inconceivable that three small words were so hard to say! They had gotten caught in his throat halfway and Yukito-san had given him a concerned stare, first patting him on the back a few times, and then asking if he were choking and if he needed water. He’d shaken his head at the offer, though glad he had gotten it.

But he had finally managed to force the words out, after several more minutes of rapid blushing.

Well, afterwards, things had gone downhill…

Yukito-san had looked absolutely stunned. He wasn’t sure why, but it wasn’t until he saw Yukito-san start to smile that he felt the beginnings of fear coil in his gut. But why would he feel that way?

Yukito-san was nice and kind…

So why should he be afraid?

Was he waiting for rejection?

But Yukito-san hadn’t rejected him outright…

So what was wrong?

Was he afraid of the potential for rejection, perhaps? He wasn’t sure, but Yukito-san continued to smile at him and he continued to stand, waiting.

He was a Li! He wasn’t supposed to be afraid! But his hands trembled slightly no matter how hard he tried to suppress the instinct, and his heart beat faster as he tried not to breathe hard, not to show his anxiety.

Finally, the unseen contest between them seemed to break, as Yukito-san laughed. “I thought you did.”

“You-you are not angry with me?”

Yukito-san shook his head and beckoned him over. So he walked the few steps over the grass separating them, and then Yukito-san hugged him.

It was different from being hugged by his older sisters, but he liked it. Yukito-san was strong and warm…

That was when Yukito-san kissed him, and he almost melted like some silly girl in a fairy tale. He couldn’t help it, but it felt so nice…

Yukito-san’s hands were at his hips and he didn’t want to move, content to stay there… when suddenly, then there was something… touching him.

He blinked, wide-eyed, as Yukito-san gave him another smile.

“Don’t worry, Li-kun. It won’t hurt at all…” The hand that had been previously resting around his waist had crept into the waistband of his pants and was now touching him through his underwear.

Yukito-san was right. It didn’t really hurt. It felt kind of strange, but good, he decided, and he shifted his hips and allowed Yukito-san to pull his pants and underwear down. Whatever this was, it was… nice.

Yukito-san wrapped his hand around his penis, and he gave a stifled moan.

“Did that feel good?”

“Y-Yes…”

“It only gets better.” Yukito-san promised, and he continued to run his fingers down Syaoran’s shaft, which had quickly become erect. He smiled at the sight of his prey’s hairless, pale cock, before he bent down and kissed the tip.

Syaoran gasped in surprise. “Y-Yukito-san…”

“Hush, and don’t move.”

Syaoran obeyed, giving the occasional sob or moan as Yukito slowly drew him inside his mouth. Finally, he could take it no longer and bucked his hips wildly, crying out as creamy liquid spurted from his body.

Yukito licked his lips with a satisfied smile, and released Syaoran’s softening cock. Syaoran took a few deep breaths, before he noticed that Yukito was removing his own clothing.

A surge of excitement ran through his body. So this was what his sisters gossiped about! And now, he would get to experience it for himself.

They’d never laugh at him again!

He did stare though, when he saw Yukito’s erection. It was thick, and already hard, the tip glistening with shiny fluid. He pushed himself into a sitting position and eyed it warily. It looked pretty big, but….
“Go ahead.” Yukito urged.

He tentatively took it in his hands and put his mouth around the tip. It was warm, but not too bad, so he began to suck, wondering if he was doing it right. He must have been, because Yukito nodded and patted him on the head.

So he continued, and he found out that if he opened his mouth a little wider, he could take it into his throat. Slowly, carefully, he continued to do so, until finally, Yukito’s rod was buried up to the hilt in his body. A few more minutes of his tonguing and the high school student came with a throaty groan.

He felt salty liquid splashing against the back of his throat for a bit, but he swallowed, and Yukito pulled out a few minutes later, with an odd look of respect in his eyes. He wiped off his fogged glasses and put them carefully on the pile of his discarded clothing, eyeing the boy.

“Do you want to do more, Li-kun?” Yukito asked. “It might hurt.”

“I am not afraid of pain.” He said truthfully. He had been through terrible training exercises, and broken limbs and torn muscles before.

He did not think that would happen here.

Yukito nodded once, and considered Syaoran. “All right. First, you had better take off the rest of your clothes.”

Syaoran removed his shirt and cap. Yukito eyed him with approval, before pushing him down onto the grass. “Spread your legs.”

Syaoran did so, and Yukito almost laughed. This was so easy! But then again, Syaoran was foolishly in love with him. A pity he didn’t know of the dark desires that dwelled within his heart…

Carefully, he positioned himself, and slid in.

Syaoran almost jerked off the ground at the first sign of intrusion. It burned, but he grit his teeth, and a few moments later, he opened his eyes to find the pain had mostly ebbed. Yukito was moving inside of him now, he registered, and he felt pleasantly full, and almost proud, feeling his own cock start to stand at attention as Yukito pumped in and out of him.

Finally, Yukito came inside of him and pleased that he had made his love happy he felt his own body jerk in response, splattering his thighs and belly with cum. Yukito’s softening cock slid out with a slight sucking sound as he pulled himself free.

“Oh dear, Li-kun. We have to get you cleaned up.” There was something dark in Yukito’s tone that stirred a presence in the back of his mind. Syaoran stared as Yukito bent down and attacked the soft flesh of his inner thighs, swiping his balls with an affectionate gesture before turning his attention to the nipples on his chest, which were standing out stiff and proud.

He could feel himself almost growling in happiness.

Yukito stopped when the evidence of their lovemaking was gone, and nodded. “All right, Li-kun.”

“Mm?”

“I’ll be your boyfriend.”

That was all Syaoran need to hear. His face lit up in a joyful smile. “Really?”

“Yes, really. But if we’re going to go out, we have to have some rules.”

Syaoran nodded. Yukito-san was older, so of course he would make them.

“First,” Yukito said, “We should have a code word. Whenever I say ‘nikuman’, it means that I want to do this with you.”

“Okay.” Syaoran mentally noted that down.

“Secondly,” Here, Yukito paused, “This is the hard rule. You have to do everything I tell you to do when we are alone.”

That wasn’t too hard.

“If you don’t want to, I won’t love you.”

Well, with such pressure, how could he say no?

“I’ll do anything you tell me to, Yukito-san!”

The boy was so eager to please him. It was like he had been born for the role… “Good boy. Now. I will give you some money. Tomorrow, we’re going shopping.”

“All right!”

They managed to get back into their clothes, though Syaoran did miss the rest of the afternoon classes that day.

End Fic (Or at least chapter 1, *grin*)

Completed 4/16/06

The next day, they went shopping, though Syaoran was surprised when Yukito led him straight into a store that sold girl’s clothing.

Was… did Yukito-san want him to…?

He felt a strange secret desire to wear them, though, if it made Yukito-san happy. And dresses wouldn’t be so bad. After all, his robes were just like dresses.

As the store sold both boy’s and girl’s clothes, the lady didn’t even bat an eye when they entered.

They headed straight to the girl’s section. As he was wearing jeans and a green sweater, and he was still young enough for things to be ambiguous, the attendant in the aisle didn’t even comment as they began picking out colors.

They headed into the dressing room with an armful of clothing, and then closed the door to the stall.

He could feel Yukito-san’s eyes on him as he took off his sweater, t-shirt underneath, and jeans, leaving him in his underwear. It made him feel all tingly inside.

“Mmm… let’s try the blue one first…”

All in all, he wasn’t sure how many dresses he had tried on, but they had just finished the last one – the pile on the shelf was getting quite high – when Yukito-san leaned next to him and whispered ‘nikuman’ in his ear.

He colored immediately. He was still a little sore from yesterday, but if Yukito-san wanted him now…

He slid his underwear down his legs, and Yukito-san sat down on the bench connected to the wall.

“Sit on my lap.”

He quickly did so, watching as Yukito-san slid his slacks down, and he blushed as he realized that Yukito-san hadn’t worn underwear.

Indeed, if he looked closely, there was a small damp patch at the front of Yukito-san’s pants. He felt a surge of pride that he was the one who had caused it.

“Do you know how horny you make me?” Yukito asked, as he pressed Syaoran against his chest and entered his body.

There was still no lubricant, but neither of them cared much. Syaoran groaned against Yukito’s shoulder. Oh yes!

More, more, oh harder, please more!
They came almost simultaneously, and Syaoran felt quite proud of himself as Yukito carefully eased him off his prick. He decided to try what Yukito-san had done yesterday, and began cleansing the teen’s body of their spent seed.

Yukito-san suddenly took out a small ivory object. “Syaoran, don’t move.”

He stopped, and felt Yukito-san slid whatever it was up his butt. It wasn’t as full as Yukito-san’s cock, but it felt nice.

“Good. That will keep you from dripping.” Yukito’s voice was a satisfied purr. “Now… these.”

Syaoran eyed the rings with a stare. Were they earrings?

Yukito-san laughed at his innocent question. “We’ll put them in at home. Do you like them?”

He did. They were pretty and golden – they must have been expensive. What a nice gift. “Thank you, Yukito-san.”

They spent another hour in the dressing room, cleaning each other up, which resulted in more fondling, and finally, they left the store with several shopping bags in tow. Then, they walked to Yukito-san’s house.

Back inside, Yukito-san came out with a needle, which he heated in a candle flame. Syaoran shivered as he watched, but he knew he could bear it. Besides, Yukito-san loved him. That was why he was doing this.

The hoops slid into his puffy nipples. They glittered brightly against his skin. Yukito-san clapped happily and Syaoran smiled.

He spent the rest of the day topless, in Yukito-san’s living room, doing his math homework. Yukito-san had made sandwiches for them for lunch and they had eaten quickly, before they both decided to soak in the furo.

Of course, that led to more petting.

Syaoran decided that he liked being petted a lot.

Yukito-san was so nice! He bought him new clothes and played with him.

Of course, it was damnably hard to concentrate on his math homework while Yukito-san kept reaching around to tug at his nipple rings, but he persevered and after dinner, Yukito-san rewarded him for being so studious by tying him to the bedposts and fucking him until he was hoarse from screaming.

The next week, he moved out of his apartment into Yukito’s house.

To celebrate, Yukito-san had him lie down on the kitchen table and dribbled chocolate and honey and syrup over his body, licking him clean with agonizingly slow motions. He must have come at least three times during it. Of course, that was when Touya let himself in and almost fainted.

He’d reacted quickly, called up his sword and zapped Touya. A Raiden Shourai had sent him crashing into unconsciousness.

Yukito-san had smiled at his quick thinking and made tea with special herbs that his grandmother had left behind.

Apparently it caused memory loss.

They’d held Touya down and fed him the tea, and Syaoran had hidden in Yukito’s bedroom. Touya had woken up, rubbed his head, and discovered a lump. Thinking he must have tripped and fallen and knocked himself out, he left Yukito’s calculus textbook that he had borrowed, and invited Yukito to join him for dinner at his house.

Yukito had regretfully informed Touya that he had other plans, and they had parted ways.

So Yukito returned to his bedroom and found that Syaoran had somehow managed to chain himself to the bed in preparation for their games. How could he resist?

Yes, this was the life.

And that was that.

END

Completed 4/16/06

I already know I’m a sick little bunny…