Fic: Found
Title: Found
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-15... or R, if that's easier
Community: 50_lovequotes
Theme: #50-"What's meant to be will always find a way."
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: See if you understand the timeline. Leave a comment and I'll clarify. Written for susurin_tree based on her theory of T/Y. Well, part of it, at least.
Sequel/companion to Never Want to Lose.
And no more cross-posting. I feel like a jerk for being the only person to post non-challenge responses on tsukimineshrine.
“What’s meant to be will always find a way.”
He’d always wanted it. The exact definition of “it” had been elusive; he’d never been able to give words to what it was that he wanted. An emotion, a feeling, a warmth in his chest, a tingling in the tips of his fingers, a deep and longing gaze, gentle hands holding him… He’d always thought it was something more fleeting, nothing substantive and concrete that he could cling to and claim.
He’d never thought it was something so solid as a person.
But in that moment, when Touya leaned in and kissed him softly, he felt like he’d finally discovered what “it” was.
-----
Slowly… gently… he didn’t want to scare Touya away, not now, not when they were so close and so connected and everything seemed so right. Not when he’d just discovered what it was he’d been searching for, what it was that he thought he’d been missing. He parted his lips and kissed his best friend back, subtly giving him clearance to go farther than they’d ever dared.
He didn’t dare break the kiss, even to breathe. He breathed when Touya released him, and returned every kiss he was given. He was afraid that if he broke away the spell would be broken, and Touya would slip away from him again, and his epitome would be lost.
He hardly noticed that Touya was holding his shoulders, an awkward but comfortable position for them as Yukito still lay on Touya’s bed. It became more obvious when Touya pulled himself onto the bed, Yukito shifting over to make room. Their bodies curled against each other instinctively, finding all the ways in which they fit together perfectly.
-----
They’d done this before. Only there was a difference. Before, it was born of pure physical need. He couldn’t remember when the first time was, or even how it had happened. He remembered the way Touya had awkwardly begun to touch him, and then his awkwardness faded and gave way to a hungry kind of need and they were in his bed and Yukito couldn’t remember how. He remembered the way that Touya had touched his naked body, each caress purposeful and pleasurable, but he couldn’t remember how their clothes had been discarded. He remembered how Touya’s lips felt against his bare skin, how he’d twisted his lithe body into every kiss. He remembered the pain of the first time, the way Touya had stretched his body in ways it wasn’t used to being stretched, of demanding of him what had never been demanded before.
He remembered the way he’d bitten his tongue to keep from crying out, the way Touya’s name lingered on his lips but could not be uttered. He remembered how afterwards Touya had left him, taken a shower, and gone to sleep with his back to Yukito. He remembered how much he wanted to reach out and touch Touya, hold him, be held by him.
But he couldn’t. He’d never had any illusions about it-Touya’s need was physical, sexual, and he was the one who was willing to give himself to Touya. It had nothing to do with love. He didn’t mind, really; in a way, Touya was still his, and he Touya’s. Even if it was only in his mind, to be needed like that… it almost made up for the fact that what they did was born of a curious hunger rather than an actual desire.
After the first time, there was a long break. Touya avoided him, avoided the closeness they’d shared, seeming afraid to travel that particular road again. Yukito never knew why. He assumed that either he hadn’t fully satisfied Touya or that he’d simply fulfilled whatever purpose Touya had for him. But then it had started again, and he’d gladly fallen back into his old place.
It was easier after the first time. He came to understand Touya’s subtle signals more easily, and soon it went unspoken that whenever he spent the night at Touya’s or Touya at his that this was how the night ended. The pain lessened, and soon he was able to distract himself watching Touya, dreaming of being able to hold Touya instead of gripping the pillow to avoid intimate contact, fighting the urge to cry out or moan Touya’s name. And never did they kiss. Touya kissed his flesh, kissed him in ways that made Yukito tremble and sent shivers down his spine, but nothing so intimate as a kiss to the lips.
He was good-never once did he let Touya know how much he wanted this. He didn’t mind, really… Just to have this small part of Touya was enough. If that was all he could ever have, he would take it gladly over having nothing at all.
But tonight… tonight was so different. Touya was pressed against him but his hands were gentle, curious, exploring. They’d never touched him like this, like they were frightened and uncertain. Their bodies had always come together easily, but tonight they shifted continuously, trying to find the perfect point of contact, the perfect places in which they fit together. There was a hunger, a desire underlying everything… but something else dominated tonight.
Gasps. Before he’d only allowed himself at most gasps, breaths that he had tried to control but failed at doing so. Now he wanted so much more… arching his back he pressed his hips into Touya, and the pressure and friction gained caused him to whimper. A sound that faintly resembled a growl issued from Touya’s throat, eliciting a long, shuddering breath from Yukito and a renewed instinctive movement of his hips.
And then Touya held his hips down with one hand, and slid the other between his thighs, pressing upwards…
“To… ya…” he hissed before he had a chance to censor himself.
Touya buried his face in Yukito’s neck, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh, causing Yukito to twist to expose more to Touya’s curious lips. “Yuki,” he felt Touya whisper, and he fought the urge to moan. “Yuki,” the second time was more insistent, and Yukito whimpered again.
“Yuki…”
And then Touya was doing things, amazing things, to him with his fingers and hands and lips and tongue and oh… Things Yukito was sure they’d done before, but never like this. Never like Yukito was the center of his attention, never like it was Yukito and Yukito alone with whom Touya wanted this…
Yukito curled up against Touya, wrapping his arms snugly around the taller boy’s waist, nestling his head underneath Touya’s chin. As he drifted off into a exhausted sleep he felt Touya’s arms encircle his shoulders, and he was more certain than before that he’d finally found what it was he’d been searching for.
-----
“To-ya?” he whispered, massaging Touya’s limp hand with his as Touya’s eyelids fluttered open.
“Yuki?” Touya mumbled.
“Are you all right? You’re still tired?” he asked, eyes worried.
“I’m fine,” Touya reassured him, though it took all his energy to make room on the bed. “Get in.”
Without protest Yukito drew back the covers and crawled in, snuggling up against Touya, breathing in his warmth. He closed his eyes and found his breathing already slower.
“Why?” he murmured drowsily as an afterthought.
“I gave you my magic because I promised myself that I would find a way to keep you. I wasn’t about to let you disappear before I told you that I love you.”
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-15... or R, if that's easier
Community: 50_lovequotes
Theme: #50-"What's meant to be will always find a way."
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: See if you understand the timeline. Leave a comment and I'll clarify. Written for susurin_tree based on her theory of T/Y. Well, part of it, at least.
Sequel/companion to Never Want to Lose.
And no more cross-posting. I feel like a jerk for being the only person to post non-challenge responses on tsukimineshrine.
“What’s meant to be will always find a way.”
He’d always wanted it. The exact definition of “it” had been elusive; he’d never been able to give words to what it was that he wanted. An emotion, a feeling, a warmth in his chest, a tingling in the tips of his fingers, a deep and longing gaze, gentle hands holding him… He’d always thought it was something more fleeting, nothing substantive and concrete that he could cling to and claim.
He’d never thought it was something so solid as a person.
But in that moment, when Touya leaned in and kissed him softly, he felt like he’d finally discovered what “it” was.
-----
Slowly… gently… he didn’t want to scare Touya away, not now, not when they were so close and so connected and everything seemed so right. Not when he’d just discovered what it was he’d been searching for, what it was that he thought he’d been missing. He parted his lips and kissed his best friend back, subtly giving him clearance to go farther than they’d ever dared.
He didn’t dare break the kiss, even to breathe. He breathed when Touya released him, and returned every kiss he was given. He was afraid that if he broke away the spell would be broken, and Touya would slip away from him again, and his epitome would be lost.
He hardly noticed that Touya was holding his shoulders, an awkward but comfortable position for them as Yukito still lay on Touya’s bed. It became more obvious when Touya pulled himself onto the bed, Yukito shifting over to make room. Their bodies curled against each other instinctively, finding all the ways in which they fit together perfectly.
-----
They’d done this before. Only there was a difference. Before, it was born of pure physical need. He couldn’t remember when the first time was, or even how it had happened. He remembered the way Touya had awkwardly begun to touch him, and then his awkwardness faded and gave way to a hungry kind of need and they were in his bed and Yukito couldn’t remember how. He remembered the way that Touya had touched his naked body, each caress purposeful and pleasurable, but he couldn’t remember how their clothes had been discarded. He remembered how Touya’s lips felt against his bare skin, how he’d twisted his lithe body into every kiss. He remembered the pain of the first time, the way Touya had stretched his body in ways it wasn’t used to being stretched, of demanding of him what had never been demanded before.
He remembered the way he’d bitten his tongue to keep from crying out, the way Touya’s name lingered on his lips but could not be uttered. He remembered how afterwards Touya had left him, taken a shower, and gone to sleep with his back to Yukito. He remembered how much he wanted to reach out and touch Touya, hold him, be held by him.
But he couldn’t. He’d never had any illusions about it-Touya’s need was physical, sexual, and he was the one who was willing to give himself to Touya. It had nothing to do with love. He didn’t mind, really; in a way, Touya was still his, and he Touya’s. Even if it was only in his mind, to be needed like that… it almost made up for the fact that what they did was born of a curious hunger rather than an actual desire.
After the first time, there was a long break. Touya avoided him, avoided the closeness they’d shared, seeming afraid to travel that particular road again. Yukito never knew why. He assumed that either he hadn’t fully satisfied Touya or that he’d simply fulfilled whatever purpose Touya had for him. But then it had started again, and he’d gladly fallen back into his old place.
It was easier after the first time. He came to understand Touya’s subtle signals more easily, and soon it went unspoken that whenever he spent the night at Touya’s or Touya at his that this was how the night ended. The pain lessened, and soon he was able to distract himself watching Touya, dreaming of being able to hold Touya instead of gripping the pillow to avoid intimate contact, fighting the urge to cry out or moan Touya’s name. And never did they kiss. Touya kissed his flesh, kissed him in ways that made Yukito tremble and sent shivers down his spine, but nothing so intimate as a kiss to the lips.
He was good-never once did he let Touya know how much he wanted this. He didn’t mind, really… Just to have this small part of Touya was enough. If that was all he could ever have, he would take it gladly over having nothing at all.
But tonight… tonight was so different. Touya was pressed against him but his hands were gentle, curious, exploring. They’d never touched him like this, like they were frightened and uncertain. Their bodies had always come together easily, but tonight they shifted continuously, trying to find the perfect point of contact, the perfect places in which they fit together. There was a hunger, a desire underlying everything… but something else dominated tonight.
Gasps. Before he’d only allowed himself at most gasps, breaths that he had tried to control but failed at doing so. Now he wanted so much more… arching his back he pressed his hips into Touya, and the pressure and friction gained caused him to whimper. A sound that faintly resembled a growl issued from Touya’s throat, eliciting a long, shuddering breath from Yukito and a renewed instinctive movement of his hips.
And then Touya held his hips down with one hand, and slid the other between his thighs, pressing upwards…
“To… ya…” he hissed before he had a chance to censor himself.
Touya buried his face in Yukito’s neck, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh, causing Yukito to twist to expose more to Touya’s curious lips. “Yuki,” he felt Touya whisper, and he fought the urge to moan. “Yuki,” the second time was more insistent, and Yukito whimpered again.
“Yuki…”
And then Touya was doing things, amazing things, to him with his fingers and hands and lips and tongue and oh… Things Yukito was sure they’d done before, but never like this. Never like Yukito was the center of his attention, never like it was Yukito and Yukito alone with whom Touya wanted this…
Yukito curled up against Touya, wrapping his arms snugly around the taller boy’s waist, nestling his head underneath Touya’s chin. As he drifted off into a exhausted sleep he felt Touya’s arms encircle his shoulders, and he was more certain than before that he’d finally found what it was he’d been searching for.
-----
“To-ya?” he whispered, massaging Touya’s limp hand with his as Touya’s eyelids fluttered open.
“Yuki?” Touya mumbled.
“Are you all right? You’re still tired?” he asked, eyes worried.
“I’m fine,” Touya reassured him, though it took all his energy to make room on the bed. “Get in.”
Without protest Yukito drew back the covers and crawled in, snuggling up against Touya, breathing in his warmth. He closed his eyes and found his breathing already slower.
“Why?” he murmured drowsily as an afterthought.
“I gave you my magic because I promised myself that I would find a way to keep you. I wasn’t about to let you disappear before I told you that I love you.”