Author's Notes: Final chapter! At last!!

A Thousand and One Nights

"We shouldn't," said Fay between kisses. "Syaoran-kun and Mokona are in the next room."

"Yeah," agreed Kurogane, pulling away. "We shouldn't."

They looked at each other for a moment, then Fay wrapped his arms and legs around Kurogane and pulled him down flush against himself again. Kurogane licked Fay's lips, which parted for him at once. They both knew that short of an obvious interruption, there was little chance that they wouldn't take this all the way.

Since leaving Clow, the pair of them had been painfully aware that one day, something would have to change. Kurogane had promised Princess Tomoyo that he would return, and Kurogane was not one to break such promises.

Neither had addressed the matter of whether or not Fay would accompany Kurogane when the time came. It was far in the future, the were sure, and any number of things could change between now and then. And, perhaps, each of the pair feared the possibility that he might be told something he didn't want to hear.

Instead, they acted as though little had changed between them since that day years ago, when they had met at the Dimensional Witch's shop and paid the price to travel across worlds. They argued and teased during the day—and if they were more tender with one another than they had once been (like always walking side-by-side, or wiping each other's mouths during a meal), then neither Syaoran nor Mokona had mentioned it.

And at night, they snuggled. Or they made out. Or they had sex. Or some combination of the three. But they always snuggled.

Yet for the past week, they had been in a world where they were given one double bed between all of them. Kurogane had conceded the bed to the other three (being the kind father, as Fay had giggled teasingly) and slept on the couch.

The couch most certainly did not have enough room for two, so there had been no snuggling all week.

It had been the first time since the resuming of their travels after Clow that they had had to go more than one night without snuggling. Neither of them had slept very well.

So it had been a blessing to come to a new world where they were allotted two rooms: one with a single bed, and one with a double bed.

They both were hard. Each knew that the other was hard—it was hard not to know, given their proximity.

But there was no rush. They were in each others' arms again, and sexual gratification was secondary. They were not divesting each other of their clothing to sate their lust—they were divesting each other of the barriers that were keeping them from being as close to the other as they could possibly be.

"I bet this isn't healthy," laughed Fay breathlessly when they had calmed, and were merely snuggling.

"Needing each other? No, I doubt it is," Kurogane agreed, tightening his arms around the mage.

"I can't live without you anymore." The laughter was gone from Fay's voice, and Kurogane kissed the single tear that threatened to trickle down Fay's cheek; the drop of moisture seeped into Kurogane's dry lips and was gone.

"I love you," whispered Kurogane.

They fell asleep, and slept more restfully than they had in a week.

And then they were woken in the early hours of the morning by Syaoran's cry of alarm when he opened the door and saw them unclothed and barely concealed beneath the sheets.

"Maybe we should have told him," Fay remarked, rubbing his eyes as he stood to go close the door after Syaoran had bolted away.

"I'll talk to him," Kurogane replied from the bed with a yawn.

"Always the good Daddy, my Kuro-pyon," Fay giggled.

"Yours indeed," said Kurogane lowly. His tone implied sarcasm; the quirk of his lips and the smile in his eyes did not.

Fay walked back to the bed to kiss him. Then he smiled mischievously. "Unfortunate that I have to share you with Princess Tomoyo."

Kurogane gagged. "Never bring her up while kissing me again. Disgusting." He pushed a giggling Fay off the bed and stomped off to find his clothes before he went after Syaoran.