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It all started with a stray dog. How Sakura got into that compromising position in his house afterwards, Syaoran had no idea. Still, the perk of the position was something he couldn't pass up. Especially since they've been playing a game of cat and mouse for the past month that he truly needed to end to regain his sanity.

Kind of AU, SxS, mention of ExT and other characters. A two-shot deal with a bit of sexual frustrations.

Disclaimer: I do now own the characters of card captor Sakura, everything else is mine.

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Canine Problems

Chapter 1 : Canine Addition

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Syaoran wondered whatever had possessed him to follow the current events that had befallen him. To hell with things, he was a 16 year old male, he wasn't supposed to feel any other way when placed in this position. Still, he was a bit alarmed by the expression in Sakura's eyes. He really didn't know how to interpret her reaction to the events that had occurred in his house in the last few days.

Who could have guessed that a dog was so much trouble?

Maybe all of it hadn't been the dog's fault in the end, for that Syaoran was sure that Sakura had been somewhat involved in the proceeding order of the events.

It had all started just two weeks before...

2 Weeks Before...

Syaoran was walking through the streets of the park in the late hours of the night. Sakura was currently latched to one of his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, with her nose currently buried in his shirt. They were currently walking toward her house from a night together with their other friends around the city.

"Your father won't mind that we stayed late, will he?" Syaoran asked as his eyes shifted throughout the darkened trees outside of the path that concealed the denser parts of the park. It truly paid to be careful, no matter where you were. You never knew when trouble would come.

"No," Sakura moved his arm over her shoulder and let it hang there, while her arm sneaked by his waist and burrowed deeper into his warmth.

"Sakura!" Syaoran yelped as the sudden pressure to his side almost tripped him to his other side. It was kind of difficult to walk with around 100 extra pounds glued to your side. All she did was glomp onto his torso with both hands and bury her face into his chest.

Syaoran stood confused, making sure that no one was watching as this was turning into a public exhibition. He could feel her breath on the material of his shirt, while she took very deep breaths. It took him a while to connect the dots, but he was sure that she was smelling him.

They'd stayed in that position for over a minute and she still hadn't moved from her position. She truly was sniffing out his shirt. He pulled away when he felt her nose come in contact with his skin by an opening in between the buttons. There was only so much that a guy could take.

"What's this all about?" He asked as Sakura took his arm and started them both walking on the path as they had a few moments before.

"It's just," Sakura's face flamed as she explained her actions. "I didn't have any chance to be in close contact with you in the last hours. Just wanted to get my Syaoran fix before I get home and we have to separate again."

Using his arm again, she pulled closer to him, only not pressing her face toward the material of his clothing. He always managed to have a peculiar scent in his person. The same smell was present in his school uniform, as well as his fighting uniform.

She couldn't help herself where he was concerned. She'd noticed that he seemed to have his own personal scent that time he had held her in his arms in the park those years ago as she cried because of Yukito's refusal of her young girl crush. In that day, that was a comforting smell. He had been her knight. The one that took her troubles and made it his own as she cried on his shoulder.

In the end, the distinct aroma had become a part of her daily ritual. It was a comforting and a pleasurable experience for her to be able to hold onto his body and take a small whiff of his distinct fragrance. It was one of the most arousing things that she had ever experienced.

"Syaoran fix," he muttered under his breath as he was sure that he would have the imprint of her face in his skin for the upcoming weeks. It was comments like that which truly set him aback.

He truly was in love with this girl. There was always something new that would stir a burning sensation in his veins. He'd become familiar with the feeling, as she'd been bringing him toward this state of excitement that was different from what he had experienced before. It was a good thing that they were at her house.

"Good night Syaoran," she told him as she pulled his head down for his goodbye kiss of the night. The ringing in his ears buried all other sounds around them as her lips came in contact with his.

It was going to be one of those kisses that they've shared a couple of times before. Their relationship had been changing from the warm kisses and hand holding towards the touching in soft places, the playing with the hair, and the tethered breathing as their kisses intensified. It was all gradually changing as their bodies were getting accustomed to the hormones that were currently raging inside them.

Trying to relieve some of his frustration, Syaoran pushed them closer to the shadow of the wall inside the gate. It would truly be a disaster if Touya would stick his head out and found him 'attacking' his sister as he would put it. Never mind that they had been in a relationship for over four years.

Her back was against the wall, while he pressed his own against her figure. It felt so good to feel her softer contour against his very hard frame.

He lips were quivering under his pressure, their mouths still fighting for a semblance of control.

They separated for a second to breathe before she pulled his head toward hers again. The feel of each other's lips was too much again as a growl escaped their throats. It was just adding fuel to the fire that wasn't dying down. "Oh, god," she whispered as his hands wandered toward the valley between her breasts and his mouth went toward her throat and collarbone.

He bit her softly on her neck as his hand wandered to her breast through the fabric of her blouse. "Syaoran," she could only say his name as the new sensations were seeping through her body. She was overwhelmed by the feelings that were sprouting all over her nerve endings and the pool of quivering and sliding sensations that were mounting at her lower body.

His tongue was proceeding toward her ear when voices from the house brought them back to reality.

"Damn," Syaoran swore as he tore his mouth from her skin and turned toward the house. He couldn't believe he had gotten carried away in the porch of her house. His senses were crying out to continue suckling on her sweet skin, but his common sense had finally gotten control back from his baser instincts. He had practically assaulted her.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he stepped away from her path so that she could walk away from the wall. He was sure that his rough handling of her would leave some marks on her back. He'd placed too much pressure with his desire to finally feel her entire body against his.

Sakura focused to bring her body back from its aroused state. She'd been hoping to experience this for some time, but she'd wondered how it would truly come about when Syaoran treated her like glass when they were together or alone. She'd managed to bring his attention to a new budding part of their relationship that had seemed to be stuck in the same stalled record for quite a while.

She brought her attention to the present, noticing that he wasn't meeting her eyes. "Ah, I'm so stupid," he said as he interpreted her silence for horror. She could barely catch the berating words that he kept muttering to himself as he pulled wrangles of his hair in a desperate state.

"Syaoran," she called his name, while taking his hands on her own and led him backwards toward the side door of the house that led to the kitchen. "I love you," she told him before slipping her hands away from his while placing a sweet lingering kiss on his lips. She smiled at his expression as she closed the door gently on his face.

She leaned against the door, the pool below her abdomen still moving from side to side. She could hear his shallow breathing through the door. He was calming down. She heard his footsteps come away from the door while a smile covered her face. She couldn't wait for what could happen the next time they were alone.

Syaoran placed his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. The night was getting cooler as midnight neared. The hairs in his arms bristled as a smooth breeze blew past his figures and the tree leaves sang in the darkness that consumed the path toward his own home.

Knowing that he had returned for good, Syaoran had arranged to purchase a house two blocks away from Sakura's own residence. This way he could accompany her to school from home without having to go out of his way to meet her, and she could drop in at a moments notice without having to make any plans.

A trickle of unease passed through him. Syaoran turned toward his sides, while walking slower. A yipping noise came from near the pond that was in the middle of the park that was in between Sakura and his own home. It was distressing to hear the intermittent yowl.

Syaoran walked toward the source of the sound and found what looked like a mongrel creature stuck between the up grown roots of a tree that had come from beneath the ground.

It was struggling with one of its upper paws. It seemed to be pulling, and hurting itself at the same time as blood stained the earth.

The dog sensed his presence. A low growl emanated from its throat. It crouched in its hind legs, the teeth flashing to threaten whomever was watching it.

Syaoran approached it cautiously. He knew that the first thing to show to an animal was that you were not afraid of it. What he felt was pity, and anger. There was a minute but very sharp wire that had been placed around the paw of the animal and attached to the tree root that had uprooted from the soil.

Only a cruel human would do such a thing to an animal. And one as defenseless as a mongrel dog.

Making reassurance noises of comfort and help, Syaoran extended his hand toward the dogs head, letting it take a swipe with its teeth. The dog nipped his hand almost playfully, as if waiting for a punch that was always the result.

Reaching with his other hand, Syaoran took a small clip from his back pocket and took the knife in it to cut the wire.

The dog scrambled away from him, trying to put as much space as it could from the person that had set it free. Syaoran advanced a step to reassure him of his character and saw it limp heavily on the now free paw. The yelps of pain as it collapsed brought rage to the boiling point in his mind. What kind of person would make an innocent creature suffer?

Not caring for the filth or blood, Syaoran picked up the animal that struggled to get free from its grasp and walked toward his home while comforting the creature.

He opened the front door in silence, not wanting to wake up his companion. He had moved to Japan for good, but that didn't mean that his mother was going to let him live alone without a person to take care of the house and his necessities as if he wasn't at home with her.

The dog was shivering in his arms. Syaoran couldn't tell if it was because it was cold, or for fear of what was in store for it. He carefully set it down on the tub in the first floor bathroom and inspected his paws. The poor animal was infected with fleas and other little animals that Syaoran didn't want to think about.

He should take the animal to the shelter, but he wasn't even sure that it was open at this time of the night. Looking back at the animal, he found it huddled at one end of the tub, its tormented eyes shifting from corner to corner as if seeking a dark spot in which to loose itself in.

"Don't worry," Syaoran stripped his filthy shirt and placed it over the shivering animal. He stroked his head as it yelped in terror. "Nothing bad will happen to you here." The sound of his voice, and his administrations somehow managed to calm him, to where it was only looking at him waiting. Simply waiting for what might happen.

He wasn't going to have a choice. He was going to have to go to one of the stores that was open late at night and buy some flea shampoo and disinfectant to take care of the cuts the dog had received. Still, he couldn't leave the dog alone or who knows what would happen.

"Master Syaoran," his caretaker opened the door to the bathroom, dressed in a pair of pajamas that truly suited the experienced butler of his family's state. "Is everything in order here?"

"Yes," he pacified the dog once again, as it huddled deeper into itself because of the new presence in the room. "I'm glad you're awake. I need to go to the store for some supplies." The man noticed the dog, and the condition that it was in. It seemed like his haven of a home was going to be disrupted by a mongrel mutt. Well, his master did always have a soft spot for mistreated animals.

"Let's get what we need."

Syaoran smiled and readied himself for the long night ahead.

Some Days Later...

Somehow, Syaoran had wound up owning a dog. That's what compassion got you these days.

He had cured the dog of any fleas while his caretaker and himself had given it the biggest bath it had ever taken. Probably the only decent bath it had ever taken. In the end, they had gotten as soaked as the dog, stuck with dog hairs in uncomfortable places, and smelling of dog flea shampoo to boot.

Thinking of waiting until the dog's paw healed, he had kept it for the following day, and somehow managed to keep the dog for himself. There was something about looking into sorrowful dark eyes that were expecting the worst of you.

Oh, and the kicker. It was a girl dog.

The person who got the most satisfaction out of it in the end was Sakura. She was now an 'owner' of a dog that she didn't have to train to live at her house while trying to keep as much of the original furniture that had been present in a condition to be functional.

"Syaoran," Sakura called him toward the yard from the backdoor. They were currently supervising the dog as it went from corner to corner of the yard in an exuberant energy that hadn't displayed days before. "Come here." She took his hands as he neared her and led him toward an expanse of the back lawn that was currently unoccupied.

"We should build a dog house in this corner," she said while she patted her thighs for the dog to come to us.

"Why?" Syaoran replied while observing his girlfriend's interaction with the animal. She was currently running her hands through its stomach and head. The dog's tongue was lolling out in its obviously comfortable position. "She'll probably spend the nights inside the house if I can train her to not constantly pee inside it."

"What about when you're in school and Mr. Roghal is out. You're just going to leave her outside without some type of protection?" Sakura turned her face toward her boyfriend and waited for him to join her on the soil. He let a sigh escape as he gained the attention of the dog and spent the next few minutes caressing it with his girlfriend.

"What should I call her?" Syaoran asked her as the dog's ears perked up and scrambled to one of the corners and sniff crazily through the fence that encased the backyard.

"You choose the name," she replied as she took him by surprise and tumbled him to the ground.

"Ow," Syaoran's head bounced against the grass while Sakura leaned over him, a mischievous smile on her face. They hadn't had any true time alone in the last few days. With all of the time spent on the dog and the comings and goings of their friends who had each brought little things to make the animal comfortable.

"You get bruised easily now," Sakura told him as he rubbed the back of his head while she rested her forehead on his neck. "I think that not fighting any mystical forces has made you a bit soft."

Not focusing on the insult, but in her tone, Syaoran suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her fully over him. With a dubious smile, Syaoran let his fingers wander toward her waist were they raked her shirt upwards from her skin and kissed her to distraction.

His mouth was warm, and held a taste of chocolate. She loved it when she could taste ice cream through their kisses. It added to his own taste. The flavor worked as an aphrodisiac to her already hormonal body. She hadn't the chance in the past few days to feel his teenage, grown, hard, male body against hers. She felt so soft compared to him.

Knowing that he had distracted her with their kiss, he started tickling her. She pulled back from their kiss, as exuberant cries spelled from her mouth and their bodies rolled in the grass so that he was on top.

"Who's the weak one here?" Syaoran asked, his eyes laughing as he laughed while she tried to fight him off. They tumbled around while she laughed as their legs rambled together in a difficult position and he'd finally subjugated her protests by trapping her hands beside her head with his own.

She moved her hips toward his own, a pressure building on her lower body, sensing the return of the feeling of building pressure that she had experienced the last time their bodies had been pressed as such. Syaoran merely froze as he felt his own arousal cursing through his body. He could feel the building of blood on his lower extremities, exciting his sex, while his mind was wiped clean of any thoughts.

"I think it's still you," she murmured to his ear as she threw him off. She scrambled to her feet as she knew he would soon follow.

"You minx!" His shout startled the dog toward their side from where it had been sniffing around. It ran through their feet as he chased her through the immense yard and its obstacles.

Sakura let him catch her easily. The afternoon was further spent frolicking on the grass and then taken the stains out while the dog had the time of its life.

"So, what do you want to call her?" Sakura asked as they waited in the veterinary clinic for their turn.

"I think I'll call her Blossom," he replied while the small dog scampered through the waiting room. Every little item interested her, with all of the scents that lingered in the room from the animals that propagated it day after day. She sniffed little places, running from object to object with a curiosity that emanated from her every action.

"Blossom," Sakura repeated while the receptionist called their appointment in. Syaoran called for the dog while Sakura pondered on the name.

"Why?" She asked as the dog scampered to their location as they walked toward the vet-rooms.

"Because she's just like you. Running in an unlimited amount of energy, and has also grown into me in a way that I'll never get rid of."

She hit him lightly on the arm at the comparison to her relationship with him. "She'll be happy with it then," Sakura slipped her arm in his while the veterinary examined the dog on the table. "Now you'll have another female vying for your affections."

"I'm running out of room." He feigned a troubled look at his own comment. "There's just so many already fighting for the privilege."

"Well, I think she'll manage to overthrow the competition. Right, Blossom?" They both watched as the dog was given its shots and the veterinarian gave them some pills to get rid of her worms.

"Be very careful with her handling too," the veterinarian told them as they paid for their services. "She'll be due in around two or three weeks if I'm not mistaken or even less time. You might want to get her fixed after she has her puppies."

"Puppies?" Syaoran looked at her in alarm. He hadn't expected this news to come with the physical.

"Yes, she's pregnant." The veterinarian looked at his bewildered face and realized that this was news to the owner. "She's a dog that has been in the streets for quite a while, she was bound to be pregnant as she's around two years old from what I can estimate."

"But she's so small," Syaoran sputtered as Sakura calmed the dog in her arms. It seemed that the shots had overset her a bit.

"Some of the puppies might not survive, as I don't know the nutrition she's had while she's been carrying them. But, you should bring her to the clinic right away if there are any problems with her labor."

"Thank you," Sakura led Syaoran toward the door, as he still retained the stupefied expression. They walked a couple of blocks back toward his house before he spoke again.

"That means more dogs," he seemed to just come to the realization of what that implied.

"I'm sure we'll be able to find good homes for them," Blossom fidgeted on her arms to be let down. Taking the leash on her hand, Sakura let her stretch her legs while they walked pass his house toward her own.

She'd agreed to bring the dog for Kero-chan to meet. She'd been talking about her so much that he had asked to bring her so that he could see the kind of 'pet' that the 'kid' had.

"That's probably why she was so heavy and round," Syaoran recalled the feeling of weight when he had carried her, while she had looked shaggy and hungry. How many nights had she spent scrounging the garbage for something to feed herself and the puppies that were living inside her body.

"Most likely," Sakura pulled him inside the gates toward her house as he seemed to need her guidance. "Just wait until I tell Tomoyo this news."

"She'll laugh at my predicament with that infernal laugh of hers and tell her 'Dear Eriol' the predicament that have befallen his descendant."

Sakura let the image process in her mind and found that it was the most likely route to follow. "She'll certainly be amused."

3 Days Later...

That should have alerted him of the things that would soon follow.

Chaos had entered his house, while Roghal went nuts every time that something in his ordered domain would be set into a deep disarray. The dog now had a better life than he had in his own house.

"Owning a pet is a great responsibility," Sakura's father had told them when they had let her run in the house's back yard. "It's like a kid that will need your constant attention."

Truer words had never been spoken.

"Where is she?" Syaoran asked as Sakura walked towards the upstairs, where his room was. They'd been looking for Blossom, who had a penchant for spending her nights bellow a bookcase, or armoire, where she barely fit because of her expansive belly.

"You look in the basement," she suggested as she finished walking up the stairs. "She got trapped in there when Roghal closed the door yesterday."

"She made a racket at the door when it happened though," Syaoran still walked towards the kitchen to open the door that led to the basement. "She doesn't really like that place when it's dark."

Whistling and calling her name, Syaoran gave up on the idea when she didn't come up as soon as he opened the door. A whimper and a sound of a scrapping object brought his attention back toward the upstairs.

He followed the sound to one of his sitting rooms/office. The house had numerous rooms that could be used for various things. Sakura was currently on her knees, half of her body obscured by a cloth that covered the surface of the table. Syaoran was stopped cold by the doorway by his own body. It was a reasonable reaction. He was only a guy after all.

Here's the chapter that started it all... I'm so glad I'm finally getting to finish this story that got stuck in limbo for too much time. So this is how I'm going to do it. I'm going to finish things in the order that they are incomplete. I'm going to try to get the creative juices going for my stories to be done so that I can take future projects.

Expect a lot of things this December...

MS