|fayriefox (fayriefox) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-18 23:53:00
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Closet Space, Cardcaptor Sakura (Touya/Yukito)
Title: Closet Space
Prompt: Nov 18 -- Cardcaptor Sakura - Touya/Yukito - confession - and the truth will set you free
Summary: In the closet, both literally and figuratively.
A/N: Touya means peach tree or arrow, for anybody that didn’t already know.
He’d been denying it to himself long enough. Kaho had a point and he wasn’t about to let her and that damn bespectacled kid shove the two of them in a closet together before he could tell Yuki on his own terms. That was what he’d intended to do anyway.
It was a little late to do that now. They’d been thrown in a closet by Kaho, Nakuru and his younger sister, of all people, with the order not to come out until they said so. He could swear he was hearing his mom laughing somewhere in the house. He was also pretty sure that was the hall table being slid in front of the door, mom’s picture, flower vase and all.
After a moment of looking in Yuki’s general direction, Touya slowly sat down on the closet floor, knocking shoes to the side as he did so. He could hear Yuki trying to shift things on his side of the closet around so he could sit as well but there wasn’t enough room. Grinning wolfishly to himself, it wasn’t as if either of them could make out more than general shapes in the gloom, he waved his hand around where he assumed Yuki’s wrist to be.
Finding the fairer boy’s arm instead, he grabbed hold and carefully tugged Yuki down into his lap. Resting his head on Yuki’s shoulder, Touya could feel Yuki tense as he slouched onto him while wrapping his arms around the slender boy’s middle in a loose hug.
Touya could feel Yuki tense up even further when he began to fiddle with his hand. It was fairly slender and soft, warm too; lifting it to his face he could detect the slight scent of lotion, blushing slightly when he realized that it was peach scented. Pulling the hand closer to his face he laid a soft kiss in the middle of the palm, causing Yuki to emit a soft squeak.
‘Touya,’ was what Yuki’s soft exhalation a moment later seemed to say. The light tug he gave to try and retrieve his hand seemed to say ‘Please don’t.’
Touya’s tightening of his hand around Yuki’s was a gentle but firm ‘I’m not teasing, I won’t allow you to pull away.’
Yuki shifted forward so he could look back at Touya as best he could, only to be met with Touya clumsily leaning their foreheads together and touching noses.
With a soft smile Touya used the arm not holding Yuki to reel the boy’s body closer and then tilted his head to lay a chaste kiss on his lips. Pulling away he whispered, “Love you, Yuki. You and Yue.”
A light sob and brief shimmer of wings on Yuki’s back preceded him throwing his un-held arm around Touya’s neck and whispering back to the darker boy like a child relaying a secret on the playground, “We love you too, Touya. We love you too.”