Whispers above the Wind II

"I love you, Fugen…"

Taikoubou's smiling face came into view. His hand reached out, gently touching Fugen's cheek, bringing their lips close, so close, too close….

"Bou-chan…"

A kiss stopped whatever Fugen wanted to say. A tongue slowly, but surely, traced a wet path across Fugen's lower lip.

"Fugen, you will love me as well, won't you?"

Fingers traced the shell of his ear leisurely. A tingle fled down Fugen's spine. More fingers found their way into his clothing, lightly running their tips down his chest.

"Bou-chan…"

The fingers gripped flesh and Fugen winced in pain. He tried to wrench himself away from the tightening grasp on his chest.

A dream?

No…

"Fugen Shinjin sama …."

"Youzen kun!"

Fugen's violet eyes turned frantic. Youzen grasped his shoulders, using his body weight to force Fugen onto the ground. Strands of hair slipped down from Youzen's head, winding themselves upon Fugen's body.

"Fugen Shinjin sama …." Youzen bent down, his face directly above Fugen, his breath hot on the skin, his lips slightly parted, as if to kiss the trembling face beneath him. "It has been too long… Can I?"

Fugen gulped, trying to move away. Youzen's fingers held him fast, like chains. He could not twitch a muscle and could only feel his heartbeat quicken as Youzen unhurriedly pushed away the purple garment, leaving his upper body bare.

"I take it as a yes then?" Youzen breathed, leaning onto Fugen, his hand twining into the sennin's blue hair, stroking the scalp teasingly. A few licks followed, slipping down his neck, along his collarbone, circling, biting.

Yes…

No…

Yes…

Go ahead…

Fugen's throat trembled with a soft moan. Youzen looked up from where he was, his tongue running across his lower lip, his dark purple eyes looking at the panting Fugen in concern.

"Did I hurt you…?" Youzen pushed a few stray strands of sweat-drenched hair from Fugen's eyes. Fugen's hand reached out to touch Youzen's moist cheek, running a finger down, feeling the softness and the wetness of himself.

The wind blew.

No…

Go on…

Please…

Fugen's hands slid from cheek to hair, twisting the long, sweet-scented strands around his arms and fingers. Unconsciously, he brought the hair close to him, drinking in the sweetness. He felt drenched in sugar, and the sugar became more and more, falling upon him like confetti. Somewhere amidst the sugar, he heard Youzen groan. A sharp whimper escaped from Fugen and he tugged at Youzen's hair, pulling the doushi up towards him, forcing his lips onto Youzen's breathless ones. Wetness filled his mouth, like sugar water, and he sucked onto it hungrily, his fingers gripping Youzen's naked neck. The other responded eagerly, pulling off the remaining clothing from himself, pulling the sennin tight to him, curling his arms around the lithe gasping body.

Set me free…?

Youzen lifted himself from Fugen's drenched body, rapture surging through his veins.

More…

A tongue ran down Fugen's sweat-soaked abdomen, sucking his bellybutton, and kissing its way down, greedy for the sugar.

More…

He was buried in soft warmth and it came and went, but was always there. He reached out, moving his palm down the sennin's shivering back, tracing a path, parting the sweat drops that gathered.

I love you ….

A twitching moan shuddered Fugen's lungs. Hands stretched out to brush the plastered wet strands of hair from his eyes. Fingers slipped into his mouth and he licked at them tasting salt now instead of sugar.

Please !

A scream erupted from Fugen, and a choked sob followed. Tears welled up in his eyes and he collapsed onto the sheets, the hot skin of his cheek sticking to the linen. Youzen breathed slowly, and moved away, his hands still touching the gasping sennin. The wet sheets stuck to the skin, the salt and sugar was heavy in the still air. Fugen's eyes could barely open.

And when his eyes did…

"I love you, Fugen…"

Bou-chan…

Outside the wind now howled. The leaves no longer swirled peacefully.