Two Halves

    Card Captor Sakura is copyright Clamp. I have no rights to the characters contained herein and make no claims to any.

Touya propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Yukito. He breathed out, looking down at his lover as he slept beside him. Smiling, he brushed an errant lock of hair away from Yuki's face.

Times like this, he could almost pretend that they were just two ordinary high school students who just happened to be gay. He could ignore the fact that Yukito was definitely more than human, and more than one.

Touya still didn't know what to think of Yue. For all that Yue was Yukito's 'true form', it would be difficult to find someone more opposite to the Yuki he knew.

Yuki was friendly to everyone, but Yue was standoffish. Touya sometimes thought Yuki would get into trouble one of these days, with his trusting nature, while Yue didn't trust anybody.

No, that wasn't quite true. Yue had trusted him, when he needed help to survive. Touya had given him all he had, to this being he didn't even know, for Yuki.

It felt strange. Seeing spirits and ghosts had never exactly been the most welcome of extrasensory powers, but knowing that he'd never again see the child-ghosts in the graveyard (that had been creepy, watching them play hide-and-seek with each other around the tombstones) or the oni on the mountain (Mother and Father had never questioned his insistence that they never go to the lookout) or the kappa in the school pool (that one he wouldn't miss, but he still wouldn't join any of the swim teams. Let the P.E. teacher be satisfied with soccer) was an odd feeling.

Now, he just had to deal with an antisocial, distrusting, emotionally scarred being who was the reality of the one he loved. And the opposite of the one he loved.

Or was he? When speaking to Yue, Touya had felt a sudden urge to pull the smaller being into his arms, hold him close, and tell him that he could trust him. That people weren't that bad. That the one who'd taught him not to trust people had been an idiot. Yue was beautiful, as beautiful as Yukito, Touya decided. Where Yukito's was a beauty that invited touching, affection and protection, Yue was a majestic beauty who inspired awe, admiration and worship. Yukito was a bunny rabbit, while Yue was the Moon in all its glory.

Touya had always loved moonlight and bunny rabbits.

Sometimes, when Touya spoke to Yukito, he could see Yue behind the words; when Yue was moving to his tasks, he could see Yukito behind his actions. Perhaps the two were finally blending into one. Perhaps it was just what he wanted to see. Perhaps he wanted Yue to be like Yukito so he wouldn't feel like he was betraying one when he thought of the other.

Yuki's grandparents were away this weekend, and Touya deliberately did not think of how rarely he saw them, or how often they were conveniently 'out of town' when he came over to study with Yuki. Instead, he chose to concentrate on how welcome the unexpected privacy had been.

It was all quite, quite perfect, and so Touya thrust every thought of mystical beings, unexplained occurrences or even the moon away as he snuggled down beside Yukito into sleep.

A soft kiss brushed against his face. Touya opened his eyes to see Yuki's sweet, guileless smile, his amber eyes glinting with a pleasure that was definitely not innocent.

Smiling himself, Touya reached out to pull his lover closer. He loved the times like this, when one of them woke the other with soft love play; the lovemaking was somehow sweeter, slow and gentle as they awoke from dreams into passion.

Touya stiffened as a kiss was placed, delicately, deliberately, on his nape.

Yukito chuckled, his alto laughter a sudden warmth in the room. "Don't worry, To-ya," he whispered.

"I would never bring you harm," a tenor voice murmured in his other ear, and Touya turned to look into Yue's amethyst eyes. "Pleasure, on the other hand..."

Touya gasped as Yuki took advantage of his momentary distraction to begin to kiss his way down his throat. Arching back in reaction, he felt his shoulderblades press against another body lying behind his.

Why aren't I worried? he wondered vaguely. This whole thing was surreal. Yuki and Yue couldn't separate like this. It was like a dream of some kind...

As he thought this, the two were manoeuvring him into a kneeling position, resting back against his heels. He moaned as they both pressed against him, allowing him to feel their arousal, leaving him in no doubt as to their intentions.

Fingertips, attached to hands which curved around from behind him, began to dance along his ribs. The trails of fire they laid ignited as Yuki ran his tongue along Touya's collarbone.

The two seemed almost content with simply that, running hands and lips over their chosen areas of his body a few moments more. Touya vaguely wondered how such barely sexual touches could be so arousing, before Yue dropped his head to Touya's shoulder, kissing it, and coherent thought fled.

Yue lifted his hands, brushing patterns onto Touya's pectorals, tracing circles around his nipples. Patterns which Yukito followed faithfully with lips and tongue until he reached Touya's nipples. There he paused, waiting for something...

Something light and soft brushed over Touya's hips, up his penis and down to his testes. Like a pair of feathers.

Opening his eyes, Touya looked down to see Yue's wings curving forward around him, the huge, snow-white primaries brushing against his body, back and forth over his cock and balls. A soft groan escaped him as the soft feathers sensitized the already responsive skin.

He almost screamed when Yuki leaned forward and delicately pinched his left nipple. He thrust his hips forward through the feathers, but they gave him no relief, only still more arousal.

Yukito kissed Touya's abused nipple, moving maddeningly, slowly, deliciously down his chest.

Touya didn't even try to repress his cry when Yuki dipped his tongue into his navel. He collapsed back against Yue, who wrapped his arms around Touya's chest and kept brushing his wings gently against the mortal boy's body.

Yukito paused at the base of Touya's hip, lifting his head to look at Yue. The other nodded.

Yue flipped his wings back and moved away slightly just as Yukito kissed Touya's cock.

Touya flung back his head and gasped with pleasure, just as a finger, slick with lube, entered his rear passage. He gasped with the sting and his eyes widened, just as Yuki licked his cock again.

Thus it continued, Yue widening and moistening his body while Yukito distracted him with pleasure, until Yue's actions were pleasure and the sensations of his fingers within Touya as welcome as Yuki's tongue.

As some signal Touya didn't see, Yue withdrew his fingers from his body, and at the same time Yukito stopped those delicious, intimate kisses. They both leaned back, waiting, until Touya blinked bleary eyes open, looking down at Yukito.

Then Yue lifted and pressed his hips up against Touya's, while Yukito took his erection into his mouth.

Touya shrieked.

Yue thrust in again, deliberately hitting the prostate. Yuki smiled around Touya's flesh, sucking down the drop of precum that had leaked from the small eye. Touya's soft cries, unfettered, tumbled from his lips as the two began to truly move; sometimes in the same rhythm, sometimes in the opposite rhythm.

It felt like a small eternity, or a bare instant, before Touya felt his body loose itself into Yuki's sweet hot mouth. He was shaking in the aftershock when he felt Yue's body shake and spill inside his, and slowly he drifted into the dark...

"OH!"

Touya sat up, letting the covers slip from him.

"Hmm? Wha's'ma'r, To-ya?" a sleepy voice beside him asked.

Touya blinked as he looked around. Yue wasn't there, only Yuki, curled up beside him. He'd come over to Yukito's house tonight to study, arranging with Father and Sakura to stay here overnight. "Nothing," he replied. "Strange dream."

"Bad strange or good strange?"

Touya considered. Making love to Yue and Yukito at the same time... "Good strange," he eventually decided. "Goodnight," he added, lying down beside his lover again.

He fell asleep quickly, not noticing the patch of moonlight the futon was lying in, the small white feather lying beside it, or the flash of amethyst in Yukito's amber eyes.