Okay. Part of me still insists that Yue is asexual and not In Love with anyone. 
Another part insists that if he loves anyone at all it would have to be Touya. 
It's the second part that's speaking in this fic. 

This is also partly a reaction to an awful lot of Yue rants on various people's 
blogs. I wanted to see what I could do with Yue/Touya (except I'm too much of a 
Touya/Yukito girl to leave Yuki out of it entirely. And because Touya and Yue 
are both hopelessly repressed... Well, you'll see.) Yukito acts a little out of 
character every now and then, but he's frustrated. Give him a break. *g*

Thanks go to Meia for suggesting things to add, to Ven for suggesting the so-
called 'fandom first', and to both for encouraging me with this insanity. Oh, 
and to Leareth for helping with the title.


Conciliation
By Flamebyrd
flame@swansongs.net
http://www.virtue.nu/kohaku


"Anou, To-ya..."

The pair of them were lying in bed together, basking in the comfortable air that 
followed their lovemaking.

"Yes, Yuki?" asked Touya, sleepily.

Yukito sat up. Sensing this was likely to be a serious conversation, Touya sat 
up as well. "Yue and I have been talking."

Touya blinked at him. "Talking? With Yue? How?"

Yukito gave a little shrug. "In dreams, mostly."

"Oh," said Touya. He wondered where this was going to. "What does he have to 
say?"

Yukito blushed slightly. "You know he loves you, too?"

He hadn't known. He'd always presumed Yue's was as aloof as he acted and that 
the winged spirit saw him merely as... not quite a friend, but more than an 
aquaintance. Perhaps a student. Touya stared at Yukito, surprised. "But... I 
thought he loved..."

"Clow," said Yukito. "The magician who created him... us," he corrected himself. 

"Yuki..." said Touya, knowing Yukito was still somewhat insecure about his 
identity.

"It's okay. I think I understand, now, what we are to each other."

"We? You and Yue, you mean?"

Yukito nodded. "Sakura-chan said we were the same, but we're not, really. We 
share a soul, but our personalities are different.

"He is everything I am not, and I am what he isn't.

"Yue is the serious side, the side that knows pain, and anger, and sorrow... But 
I am the side that knows happiness, what it is to smile, to laugh, to have fun.

"Kerberos's false form doesn't have the same personality difference that Yue and 
I do. We think it must have happened by accident - instead of just splitting the 
form into an earthly form and an unearthly form, the personality was split as 
well. Even Yue doesn't know how, though.Or why it would have happened.

"And... he's sad, To-ya. He's so very lonely, because he loves you, but when you 
look at us you only see Yukito..."

That wasn't entirely true. Sometimes, when Yue was training him in the use of 
his newfound powers, he would catch himself wondering what the sorrow was that 
darkened the spirit's eyes. He'd realised Yue was lonely, but he had presumed it 
was due to missing his previous master and Touya could never bring himself to 
approach the angel. Yue held himself so aloof as to make himself almost 
untouchable.

And Touya was shy to begin with.

"And since Sakura's been gone..." Sakura was spending the year in Hong Kong with 
her beloved Syaoran. She'd taken Kerberos - or, rather, Kero-chan, since a 
stuffed toy was less likely to be seized by Customs - but Syaoran had drawn the 
line at taking Yue (and therefore Yukito and Touya). So, the 'moon angel' was 
feeling somewhat rejected.

"He misses her, doesn't he?" said Touya. He knew exactly how Yue felt.

"Will you talk to him, To-ya? I want Yue to know what I feel..."

Touya grunted. "Just so long as he doesn't want you to know what he feels."

Yukito laughed. "He just wants us both to be happy."

"And will you be?"

"If he is? Of course."

He sighed. "All right then. I'll talk to him."

"Great!" said Yukito, happily. "Thank you very much, To-ya," he added, leaning 
forward for a kiss. Touya pulled him close and held him tightly. Next thing he 
knew, the figure he was holding was much thinner and the room was half taken up 
by huge white wings.

Yue pulled away from him and brushed himself down. He regarded Touya with an 
even gaze.

Touya returned the look, wondering what he was supposed to say.

The two sat there, gazing at each other in silence, for a good ten minutes or 
so. Touya was trying to figure out how he felt about Yukito's true form - 
whether the ache in his heart when he saw the distance in Yue's eyes whilst 
teaching him was due to friendship and a desire for approval, or something 
deeper.

Lost in thought, it took him several moments before Touya realised Yukito was 
back. He looked somewhat... exasperated?

"Go to sleep, Touya,"said Yukito, slipping back under the sheets.

"What?!" said Touya, astonished.

"Sleep," repeated Yukito patiently. "We'll discuss it later, okay?" he 
continued, tugging on Touya's hand gently.

"Okay..." he said, doubtfully.

Yukito kissed him, which was all the encouragement he needed to obey.


~ * ~


He was in front of a house. It was a Western style house, with dark wooden beams 
set against creamy walls. Tudor, he thought the style was called. At any rate, 
it certainly didn't look like he was anywhere in Japan. 

He looked around him curiously. the entire area seemed completely devoid of 
modern conveniences. He saw no telephone lines, no power cables, no car parked 
out on the road - which, he noted, wasn't bitumenised.

Not knowing anything else to do, he walked up to the door and knocked on it.

After about a minute it opened. Yukito gave him a delighted smile and hugged 
him. "You're here! Great!" He grabbed Touya's hand and led him through the 
house, to a room towards the back.

Yukito opened the door for him, and indicated that he go first. Bemused, Touya 
entered the room to see... Yue.

Yukito closed the door behind him and moved to sit in one of the chairs. 
Completely confused now, Touya took another one. Yue sat down on the bed, 
carefully arranging his robes and hair so that it wasn't being pulled on.

"Um..." said Touya. "Where am I?"

"This is a Dreamscape," said Yukito. "I asked Yue to bring you here, because you 
obviously need me around before you'll talk about your feelings," he said, with 
a teasing air.

Touya gave his friend a sour look. "This doesn't look like anywhere in Japan..."

"It's England," said Yue, quietly. "This is where I lived with my Master."

This was Clow's house, then. Touya wasn't entirely sure when Clow had lived, but 
it appeared it was in a time before electricity and telephones were widespread. 
Or perhaps even invented.

For the first time, he found himself wondering exactly how old Yue was. If he'd 
been alone ever since Clow's 'death', and Clow had lived this long ago... The 
thought hurt him, deep inside.

"Do you miss him?" said Touya, curiously. A second later he wanted to kick 
himself. Of course Yue missed him. He already knew that.

Yue's eyes were distant. "Not so much as I used to," he said eventually. "I 
have... other things to focus on, now."

Yukito was watching the pair of them intently. Touya wondered what he was 
waiting for. He was talking with Yue, right? And that was what Yukito had 
wanted...

They fell into silence again. After several minutes of this, Yukito stood up. 
"To-ya. Yue. I wanted us to be here together so we could sort this out." He 
turned expressive hazel eyes on Touya. "Please, To-ya..."

Touya blinked at him, once again confused.

Yukito turned to Yue, who just gave his false form a flat gaze.

Yukito sighed. "Look, I can say it." He turned back to Touya. "Touya, I love 
you."

Touya started, then glanced past Yukito to Yue, who was looking vaguely hurt.

"Oh, Yue..." said Yukito, turning to his other form. "I love you too, don't you 
know?"

Yue's expression shifted into one of shock before resolving back into it's usual 
regal look. "Why?" he asked, softly, not quite managing to keep the surprise out 
of his voice.

"Because you're loyal," said Touya, without thinking. "You've a kind heart 
underneath, you're thoughtful, you have a sense of justice and fairness most 
people should take note of." In dreams, one often says things one wouldn't 
usually say.

"To-ya!" said Yukito, sounding surprised but pleased.

Touya looked away, embarrassed. Unfortunately for him, looking away from Yukito 
caused his eyes to meet with an intense violet gaze. 

"Is that... how you feel?" said Yue, glancing at Yukito, who appeared to be 
encouraging him in some way.

Touya nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Yue closed his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered.

Yukito cleared his throat.

Yue's eyes snapped open again. He glanced at Touya, slightly panicky. "I... I 
feel something for you, too."

Touya smiled weakly. "It's okay, Yue, I know how hard it is to say."

Yukito sighed. "Well, as long as you two understand it's okay to love each 
other. I don't mind. I love you both and I want us to be happy. I'm amazed we 
got this far with this tension between us."

Touya stared at the winged spirit, a suspicion beginning to enter his mind. 
"Yue... how long have you felt like this?"

Yue blinked. "I don't know. A long time."

Touya frowned. "When we spoke that night after Yukito 'confessed'?"

"I didn't know you very well then." Yue shrugged.

"And when you gave me my power back?"

Yue was silent.

Touya rubbed his head. He began to see why Yukito was so insistent on sorting 
this 'issue' out.

Yukito was beginning to look frustrated again. "Oh, you two... You can kiss, you 
know. I don't mind." 

Touya almost fell off his chair.

Yukito made a small, exasperated noise and stepped over to Yue. "Like this," he 
said, in a soft, husky tone that was very familiar to Touya. Then he slipped his 
arms around Yue's neck and kissed him, settling comfortably on the angel's lap.

Yue's eyes widened for a moment, before he closed them and seemed to relax into 
the embrace. 

He should have been jealous. But this was Yue. He'd all but just admitted to 
being in love with Yukito's other form. And once he got over his shock, Touya 
began to feel it was possibly one of the most beautiful things he'd seen in a 
long time.

After what seemed like far too long, Yukito stood up again, taking Yue by the 
hand and gently pulling him off the bed and to his feet. He seemed somewhat 
dazed. He gently took Touya's hand in his other one, thus drawing the three of 
them closer together. Then he moved his hands to their backs and pushed, not 
gently, so that they practically fell into each other's arms.

Yue looked up at Touya, startled. Touya tried to force himself to breathe.

"Yue, I..." Coherent thought was leaving him. "Oh..." He gave up. There didn't 
seem to be any reasons left to fight it.

They kissed for the first time, standing together in the memory of a room 
belonging to a house long ago destroyed. They kissed deep, and long, and it 
lasted much longer than Touya had thought possible without having to break apart 
to breathe. But maybe it only felt like forever.

When they finally broke apart, Yukito wrapped his arms around the two of them, 
one arm per waist, and kissed them each on the cheek. "I love you," he said, the 
'you' most definitely plural.

Touya felt the dream begin to dissolve, and he fell back into deep slumber.


~ * ~ 


Touya woke the next morning feeling somewhat lightheaded - and cold. He was 
alone in the bed and the sheets had half slipped off, which would explain the 
temperature difference.

Slightly puzzled, he got up. He could hear sounds from the kitchen and, 
extending his Power, felt the light presence of... Yue?

The long-haired spirit was standing in front of the bench, gazing at the 
electric kettle with a somewhat puzzled expression.

Touya slipped past him and quickly managed to ascertain Yue's problem. "You have 
to turn it on at the wall first," he said, helpfully.

Yue started, and for a moment Touya could have sworn he blushed. "Clow always 
boiled water on the fireplace," said Yue, sounding more like he was passing 
judgement than offering excuses.

"Yue..." said Touya, putting a hand on the spirit's shoulder. Yue turned to face 
him. Touya looked down again. Eventually, he decided that actions spoke louder 
than words and that he should just show Yue what he was feeling. He gently took 
both the spirit's hands in his and brought them up to his heart. 

Yue moved closer and pressed his lips against Touya's cheek, then against his 
neck in a gesture that was becoming increasingly familiar to Touya. He released 
Yue's hands and pulled the spirit into a tight hug. 

It wasn't the first time they'd hugged.

But it was the first time they both meant it as a completely conscious gesture 
of love.


~ * ~


Epilogue

The phone rang. Touya picked it up. "Moshi moshi."

"Congratulations!"

He regarded the bench in front of him suspiciously. "What for?" The voice seemed 
vaguely familiar...

"Getting through to Yue. It took him long enough to get over it --"

Touya hung up.

"Who was that?" asked Yukito, curiously.

"Wrong number," said Touya, flatly.

Yukito blinked at him. Touya moved over and kissed him lightly on the lips. 
"Just forget about it."


~ END ~