Fic: A Useful Present
Title: A Useful Present
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-15
Community: 100_themes
Themes: #5-Oil; Sex/One's Nature Magic, #10-Burn
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: Credit to foxfire_sylph for the red lampshade. The two of us together are clearly never a good idea.
“Merry Christmas!” a high-pitched voice squealed happily as its owner thrust her present into Yukito’s hands. Touya was continually surprised by how well the two seemed to be getting along, after all of her plotting to make sure Yue-and consequently Yukito-ceased to exist.
Then again, this was years later, and Yukito was a forgiving person. So maybe it wasn’t so surprising.
Still, there was no explaining what in the world Nakuru was doing in their apartment on Christmas morning exchanging gifts with them. He still couldn’t quite believe it, from her arrival several days before to her joyful shrieks now.
Yukito smiled and accepted the box from her, carefully sliding his nail along the tape. “Be careful!” she warned. “It’s very fragile.” He nodded and continued.
“I think you’ll like it, Touya-kun,” she insisted, smirking. He was very, very tempted to snatch the box away from Yukito so he couldn’t finish opening it.
Better yet, he should grab it and shake it vigorously so as to break whatever was lurking inside…
Too late, Yukito was done with his very meticulous “ripping” and was examining the box curiously.
“Ne, Nakuru-chan… An oil lamp?”
“A what?!”
Nakuru grinned. “Yup. Hand-blown glass, imported from the States. It’s really beautiful. Go on, open it!”
Obediently Yukito began to undo the seals on the box and removed the delicate glass lamp from its Styrofoam packing. Nakuru was right, it really was beautiful. A large bulb at the bottom was to hold the oil (included in a separate package, presumably) and a red stained glass lampshade caught the weak winter light and cast rose-colored patterns on the floor.
“It’s very pretty, Nakuru-chan,” Yukito thanked her with a smile.
“So, why an oil lamp?” Touya asked incredulously.
She smirked-again-twisting a lock of hair in her fingers. “You’ll see, Touya-kun.” She leaned in close-too close-and whispered in his ear, “Set it up in your bedroom, then one night, light it… and you’ll see.”
Yukito was looking at them curiously as she pulled away, Touya’s face burning a brighter red than their new lamp and Nakuru looking rather smug.
-----
She insisted on staying for New Years, which, according to her, was rather disappointing.
“If I’m here, you won’t be able to test out my Christmas present!” she whined dramatically.
Touya muttered something under his breath and went back to washing the cups they would drink sake out of later. Yukito pretended he hadn’t heard anything and started a game of Scrabble with his fellow moon guardian.
The day after she returned to London she called. Not recognizing the number on caller ID, Touya picked up the phone.
“Touya-kun!”
“Oh gods no…”
“Have you-“
“You’ve been gone for a whole day-“
“More importantly, a whole night!”
“Why in heaven’s name are you so interested in us using that thing?!”
She merely giggled and replied, “I’ll be back in Japan in less than a month, and by the time I leave I expect you two to have-“
He hung up the phone.
Every time an unknown number showed up on caller ID, he either ignored it or made Yukito see who it was first.
-----
Indeed, Nakuru was back in Japan to visit (or so she claimed) at the beginning of February.
“I’m leaving on the 15th, Touya-kun, and I expect some-“
He was getting much, much better at tuning her out.
Yukito, on the other hand, was getting much, much friendlier with her. They went out to lunch together, saw movies, played board games, cooked dinner. It wasn’t that Touya was jealous of Nakuru (all right, fine, maybe just the smallest bit), because Yukito always came back to him. He didn’t like the way the two seemed to be conspiring-against him, he suspected. He didn’t like her giggles accompanied by his light laugh, her smirk combined with his seductive grin, the matching devilish glint in their eyes as they watched him.
Sometimes he thought his imagination was really running away from him.
Valentine’s Day night was, he thought, rather uneventful. Not uneventful, per se, just nothing was out of the ordinary. He and Yukito always went to one restaurant on Valentine’s Day and another on White Day. There was always some small token of affection: a pair of cufflinks, a nice pen set, tickets to a concert, a simple box of truffles. It was one of the few times they drank alcohol (champagne, usually, occasionally wine). It was, in most respects, very predictable.
The only unpredictable part, of course, was the sex when they got home.
This year Yukito suggested that he take a bath first. Initially Touya thought that meant they were going to bathe together (a rather lovely idea, he thought), but Yukito made quite clear that Touya was being banished for an hour from the bedroom. Little shivers ran up and down his spine as he waited impatiently; he tried to stop them, but found them even more stubborn than he.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and left the bath, wrapping himself in a towel and knocking on the door to the bedroom. “Yuki, I’m coming in.”
Everything was dark, so it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. Blinking, he saw that the only source of light was a dark, flickering flame burning steadily in the oil lamp Nakuru had given them for Christmas. No wonder she had only told him, “You’ll see.” Its effect was… beyond words. The red glass lampshade made the light a deep, vibrant color that speckled and caressed everything it fell on. It was sexual, entrancing, arousing.
Yukito had changed the sheets on their bed from a sterile white or an innocent sky blue to a sensual burgundy, and he lay tangled haphazardly in them. Between the sheets and Yukito’s pale naked flesh and the glow of the lamp Touya could hardly breathe.
“Yuki…” he whispered, head light and spinning slightly. “I…” He reached blindly for Yukito, eyes still enamored with the sight before him.
Suddenly Yukito sat up to meet him halfway, pulling him into a heated, passionate kiss, forcing their bodies to come together, and as Yukito’s long fingers began to massage him his last conscious thought was that he might have to thank Nakuru after all.
-----
His brain still wasn’t quite working right the next morning when the phone rang, because he picked it up without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” he mumbled.
He was instantly more alert when the caller replied, “Ohoho! You two must have had fun last night!” She even cheered a little too, and he could very nearly see her doing a little dance in the airport.
And any thoughts of thanks were gone.
“What the--!”
“The spike in Yukito’s moon magic last night was off the charts! You must have been very--“
Thunk.
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-15
Community: 100_themes
Themes: #5-Oil; Sex/One's Nature Magic, #10-Burn
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: Credit to foxfire_sylph for the red lampshade. The two of us together are clearly never a good idea.
“Merry Christmas!” a high-pitched voice squealed happily as its owner thrust her present into Yukito’s hands. Touya was continually surprised by how well the two seemed to be getting along, after all of her plotting to make sure Yue-and consequently Yukito-ceased to exist.
Then again, this was years later, and Yukito was a forgiving person. So maybe it wasn’t so surprising.
Still, there was no explaining what in the world Nakuru was doing in their apartment on Christmas morning exchanging gifts with them. He still couldn’t quite believe it, from her arrival several days before to her joyful shrieks now.
Yukito smiled and accepted the box from her, carefully sliding his nail along the tape. “Be careful!” she warned. “It’s very fragile.” He nodded and continued.
“I think you’ll like it, Touya-kun,” she insisted, smirking. He was very, very tempted to snatch the box away from Yukito so he couldn’t finish opening it.
Better yet, he should grab it and shake it vigorously so as to break whatever was lurking inside…
Too late, Yukito was done with his very meticulous “ripping” and was examining the box curiously.
“Ne, Nakuru-chan… An oil lamp?”
“A what?!”
Nakuru grinned. “Yup. Hand-blown glass, imported from the States. It’s really beautiful. Go on, open it!”
Obediently Yukito began to undo the seals on the box and removed the delicate glass lamp from its Styrofoam packing. Nakuru was right, it really was beautiful. A large bulb at the bottom was to hold the oil (included in a separate package, presumably) and a red stained glass lampshade caught the weak winter light and cast rose-colored patterns on the floor.
“It’s very pretty, Nakuru-chan,” Yukito thanked her with a smile.
“So, why an oil lamp?” Touya asked incredulously.
She smirked-again-twisting a lock of hair in her fingers. “You’ll see, Touya-kun.” She leaned in close-too close-and whispered in his ear, “Set it up in your bedroom, then one night, light it… and you’ll see.”
Yukito was looking at them curiously as she pulled away, Touya’s face burning a brighter red than their new lamp and Nakuru looking rather smug.
-----
She insisted on staying for New Years, which, according to her, was rather disappointing.
“If I’m here, you won’t be able to test out my Christmas present!” she whined dramatically.
Touya muttered something under his breath and went back to washing the cups they would drink sake out of later. Yukito pretended he hadn’t heard anything and started a game of Scrabble with his fellow moon guardian.
The day after she returned to London she called. Not recognizing the number on caller ID, Touya picked up the phone.
“Touya-kun!”
“Oh gods no…”
“Have you-“
“You’ve been gone for a whole day-“
“More importantly, a whole night!”
“Why in heaven’s name are you so interested in us using that thing?!”
She merely giggled and replied, “I’ll be back in Japan in less than a month, and by the time I leave I expect you two to have-“
He hung up the phone.
Every time an unknown number showed up on caller ID, he either ignored it or made Yukito see who it was first.
-----
Indeed, Nakuru was back in Japan to visit (or so she claimed) at the beginning of February.
“I’m leaving on the 15th, Touya-kun, and I expect some-“
He was getting much, much better at tuning her out.
Yukito, on the other hand, was getting much, much friendlier with her. They went out to lunch together, saw movies, played board games, cooked dinner. It wasn’t that Touya was jealous of Nakuru (all right, fine, maybe just the smallest bit), because Yukito always came back to him. He didn’t like the way the two seemed to be conspiring-against him, he suspected. He didn’t like her giggles accompanied by his light laugh, her smirk combined with his seductive grin, the matching devilish glint in their eyes as they watched him.
Sometimes he thought his imagination was really running away from him.
Valentine’s Day night was, he thought, rather uneventful. Not uneventful, per se, just nothing was out of the ordinary. He and Yukito always went to one restaurant on Valentine’s Day and another on White Day. There was always some small token of affection: a pair of cufflinks, a nice pen set, tickets to a concert, a simple box of truffles. It was one of the few times they drank alcohol (champagne, usually, occasionally wine). It was, in most respects, very predictable.
The only unpredictable part, of course, was the sex when they got home.
This year Yukito suggested that he take a bath first. Initially Touya thought that meant they were going to bathe together (a rather lovely idea, he thought), but Yukito made quite clear that Touya was being banished for an hour from the bedroom. Little shivers ran up and down his spine as he waited impatiently; he tried to stop them, but found them even more stubborn than he.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and left the bath, wrapping himself in a towel and knocking on the door to the bedroom. “Yuki, I’m coming in.”
Everything was dark, so it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. Blinking, he saw that the only source of light was a dark, flickering flame burning steadily in the oil lamp Nakuru had given them for Christmas. No wonder she had only told him, “You’ll see.” Its effect was… beyond words. The red glass lampshade made the light a deep, vibrant color that speckled and caressed everything it fell on. It was sexual, entrancing, arousing.
Yukito had changed the sheets on their bed from a sterile white or an innocent sky blue to a sensual burgundy, and he lay tangled haphazardly in them. Between the sheets and Yukito’s pale naked flesh and the glow of the lamp Touya could hardly breathe.
“Yuki…” he whispered, head light and spinning slightly. “I…” He reached blindly for Yukito, eyes still enamored with the sight before him.
Suddenly Yukito sat up to meet him halfway, pulling him into a heated, passionate kiss, forcing their bodies to come together, and as Yukito’s long fingers began to massage him his last conscious thought was that he might have to thank Nakuru after all.
-----
His brain still wasn’t quite working right the next morning when the phone rang, because he picked it up without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” he mumbled.
He was instantly more alert when the caller replied, “Ohoho! You two must have had fun last night!” She even cheered a little too, and he could very nearly see her doing a little dance in the airport.
And any thoughts of thanks were gone.
“What the--!”
“The spike in Yukito’s moon magic last night was off the charts! You must have been very--“
Thunk.