Scars of Kismet

Part 6

By Sakata Ri Houjun

Warning:  Major lemon!

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It was a while before Tasuki made it back to his room, spending the past few hours just wandering around the stronghold.  He dazedly remembered running into several of his men but he couldn't remember if he had acknowledged them or not.  For the most part, he was just trying to come to terms with what had just happened.

He glanced out a window, attempting to figure out what time it was, but the rain wasn't helping.  It certainly felt like it might be around noon but he didn't really care.  At the moment he felt so light-headed and drained.  And he was tired.  He needed to just lie down and rest.

The redhead entered his room, finding it shadowed and dark because of the lack of daylight outside.  He did not take notice of the figure seated in his chair, watching him intently with one lone eye.  Tasuki instead wandered over to his dresser and started pulling off his jewelry in a lethargic manner, determined to sleep off his worn out spirit.

Chichiri observed his friend's movements with a knowing smile.  The bandit was so distracted that he still hadn't noticed his presence.  At least, not until the lifted a hand and pointed at a nearby candle.

Tasuki jumped at the sudden change in the atmosphere and glanced up in the mirror to see his friend seated behind him.  His brow furrowed as he mulled over the possibility that this was nothing more than his imagination working overtime.  It had to be for the Chichiri he knew had never smiled at him like that.

"Konban wa, no da," the reflection seemed to murmur, except the voice was coming from behind him.

Tasuki smiled weakly.  "Is it the afternoon already?"

The image in the mirror shifted his gaze to the window and shrugged before locking eyes with the bandit again.  A slight pause stretched out between them before Chichiri sighed.  "I heard what you said."

Tasuki quickly looked down at his scattered beads on the dresser top.  "Oh…" He felt strangely embarrassed for pouring out his heart.

The older seishi stood and moved closer to the redhead.  He placed both his hands on the younger man's shoulders gently.  "I came to tell you that I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize."

"Yes, I do," he said as he spun the bandit around to face him.  When Tasuki still refused to look up, Chichiri cupped his face and tilted his head up.

The bandit opened his mouth to protest, to voice his confusion.  However, the cerulean-haired seishi leaned forward and pressed his lips to those of his love, tongue seeking purchase as the kiss grew deeper.  Tasuki's eyes widened at this action, but then slid closed as he fairly purred into the kiss, both arms encircling Chichiri's waist tightly.  Then he slid his own tongue into the older man's mouth and they began to struggle for control.  The monk moaned into the kiss, his hands caressing Tasuki's cheeks as their tongues entwined.

Then Chichiri broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and slightly hesitant since he wasn't used to such intense emotions taking control.   The bandit brought a shaking hand up to his lips only to feel them throbbing from the fierceness of the kiss.  Then, unable to contain himself, he reached out and grabbed a hold of the older man's shirt to pull him in to return that kiss with interest.

Tasuki ran his lips along Chichiri's cheeks softly and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Chichiri, ai shiteru."

The monk just stood there while a gentle smile crossed over his face.  When he did not otherwise respond, Tasuki drew away, unsure of what to do now.  He waited for some movement or indication from the other man.  Chichiri glanced down at the floor in ineptness under the scrutiny of Tasuki's emotional golden eyes, his hands clenching in the folds of his kesa and biting his lip.

The younger man then wondered if they were anywhere closer to a solution than, turning to head towards the door in hopes of escaping this situation before it got out of hand again.  But just as his hand was on the handle, a pair of strong, slender arms wrapped around his waist and he was pulled back against the familiar body of his love.

"Chichiri?"

"Tasuki, I…  I…  I want you, no da," he murmured against the younger man's ear as his hands slipped down the front of Tasuki's pants, gently massaging his thighs and brushing repeatedly against his growing erection.

I-I do too, C-Chichiri," Tasuki stammered out as he bit back the urge to moan.  He could feel the proof of just how much the older man wanted him pressing against the tender part of his rear.  Instinctively he pushed back against that steely pressure and Chichiri moaned in response, lips brushing against his neck.

"But this shouldn't be the way we go about things, should it?" the bandit continued as he clenched his hands by his sides.

Chichiri chuckled.  "Baka, no da.  This is the best way to handle it."  And he lightly grasped the bandit's length in his hands and teasingly stroked it with tender caresses that had Tasuki throwing his head back in pleasure.

"B-but…" He trailed off as Chichiri's hands left his erection and slowly slid up his chest in a sensual and erotic way, head nestling against the crook of his neck.  "Chiri…"

"Tasuki," he answered huskily.  "Ai shiteru.  I always have."

The bandit pulled out of Chichiri's embrace only to turn around and wrap his own arms about his love in an affectionate and tender motion.  He had resigned himself to never hear those words coming from Chichiri, to never have his love returned.  But with that simple phrase, Tasuki could feel his eyes misting over and his grip tightened as though the monk would fade from existence should he let go.

Chichiri felt the younger man shudder in his arms and he ran his fingers through that unruly mane of fire as he listened to Tasuki cry with joy.  He understood perfectly what his love was feeling because he could feel it too.  Overwhelming relief of laying the truth bare and the understanding that they weren't alone and never had been.

Then Chichiri pulled away, smiling faintly, a soft affectionate expression unlike anything else Tasuki had ever seen on the older man's face.  He lifted his hand to gently brush away the silken flame that had fallen into younger man's eyes.

"It's funny, no da.  Kouji nearly had to beat me in order for me to realize this."  He leaned in and kissed Tasuki's bottom lip tenderly.

Tasuki chuckled roughly.  "I think had we given it more time, it would have come on its own.  You always were the one who understood me best and accepted me as I was."  He then nuzzled his lover back, happy to be back in Chichiri's arms once more, his breath warm and soft against Chichiri's lips.  "Ai shiteru."

Chichiri smiled, aware that it was the expression of an infatuated idiot, but didn't care because with the man in front of him that's what he was.   "Zutto, no da.  Ai shiteru."

Tasuki nearly cut off his last word as he kissed him deeply, one hand tangling in the hair bound at the nape of his neck.  Chichiri jerked, surprised at the sudden movement but just as quickly relaxed, arms moving to link around his waist, holding him close and opening his mouth to invite Tasuki to explore, a soft moan escaping him.

Tasuki gently slipped his tongue into his mouth, skimming the roof and allowing the tip to explore.  He gently clutched the back of his shirt as he pressed up against him.   The older man made soft sounds of pleasure and happiness, hands running up and down his back slowly, gently.

Chichiri tugged the younger man towards the bed, the two never breaking their lip lock as they fell back onto the covers of the bandit's bed.  Chichiri was half on top of Tasuki, his fingers stroking through the fiery hair as he drew away only to recapture his mouth, firm and demanding.  Tasuki returned the kiss equally, pressing his lips tightly against Chichiri's.

The redhead slid his hands around to rest against his chest, unclasping the kesa and then sliding up and down overtop the fabric of his tunic, palms brushing against the body that was hidden underneath.  A soft moan escaped Chichiri, hands clenched in the younger man's hair to get a good grip and hold his head still as his own tongue overpowered his lover's, spearing repeatedly into his mouth.

Tasuki groaned softly in response to Chichiri's more aggressive behavior.   He continued to kiss him deeply, barely seeming to break for breaths as he caressed Chichiri's body, sliding one hand up to tug at the catches of his shirt, which fell open easily.  And he slipped one hand inside, rubbing the soft skin along his stomach and chest.   Chichiri arched down towards him, whimpering weakly and wanting more. He broke the kiss to tilt his head back, mouth opened partly and eye closed.

Tasuki's hands traveled over the warm flesh, sliding one behind and underneath Chichiri's shirt.  He sat up a bit as he then brought both hands to the front, splaying them wide and opening Chichiri's shirt fully only to then take a moment to let his eyes wander lustily over the slender body.

The monk sat back on Tasuki's thighs and took a deep breath before lowering himself down again, kissing the bandit's lips while his hands moved to strip away Tasuki's shirt and explore his exposed body, palms brushing over his nipples.  Tasuki gasped sharply into the kiss as the monk's hands pinched his nipples, suckling softly at Chichiri's bottom lip and teasing his tongue over it.

Chichiri opened his mouth, sliding his tongue back into Tasuki's mouth, now rubbing his fingers over the nipples.  A soft cry escaped Tasuki with each squeeze, shivers racing through his body as he arched and struggled to keep the kiss.

Chichiri slid one hand down to trail a soft line the length of his side to his hip and back again.  He grinned playfully, a laugh escaping as Tasuki squirmed.  He then replaced his lips, lower this time, kissing Tasuki's collarbone and then lower to lock his lips onto a hardened nub.  Tasuki moaned as he tangled his hands in the fine azure locks of his lover, his own head pressing back against the pillow.

"Chichiri…"

The monk groaned softly in the back of his throat as he worked on the body below him.  The tip of his tongue traced wet circles around the peaked nub and then he rewarded him with another gentle suckle even as his tongue never stilled against the sensitive bit of flesh trapped between his lips and teeth.  Tasuki groaned again, but it became a higher sound, almost to the point of a whine.

Chichiri let his hands wander over Tasuki's body as he leaned back up for another kiss before drawing away to wiggle out of his shirt and fling it away along with his kesa.  Tasuki tugged him down to kiss his lover again while the monk nestled one knee between Tasuki's legs and pressed up against his groin.

"Tasuki…" he breathed.  "Koi…"

The bandit groaned as Chichiri continued to apply that pressure, moving his hips to rock against the knee.  "Say that again," he panted.

Chichiri shivered, kissing him deeply, almost urgently, twining their tongues together. A fingertip trailed softly along the ridges of the younger man's ear as he ardently rubbed his knee to increase the pressure.

"Mmmm…  Koi…"

Tasuki groaned loudly, biting back a cry as he continued to rock against his lover's leg, the sensation heightening his arousal.  He slid one hand up to cup Chichiri cheek and caressed it softly while the other one played with his nipple.  The monk fairly whimpered, slowly coaxing his way out of the kiss.

"Tasuki…  I need you…"

The bandit gave off a low ragged sound, nodding slightly.  "I… I need you too…  So much…"

Chichiri let one hand slide down until it came to rest between his lover's legs.  Tasuki jerked his hips a little at the touch, as he tried to get him to do more.  He leaned forward and ran his tongue over Tasuki's bottom lip as his hands idly freed the drawstring holding the bandit's up, palms gliding over his hips as he nudged the pale fabric down and away.

Tasuki grinned and lifted his hands to return the favor, untying and slipping off the green linen.  Chichiri reached down to trail a soft caress up his lover's length as he suckled suggestively on the bandit's tongue.  Tasuki bit back a cry and changed it to a high wail of pure arousal, his hands moving along the monk's back to cup his ass, hips rising at the same time to seek more of that touch.

Chichiri grasped his shaft in response, nibbling at his neck as he started to stroke him slowly, basking in the cries of pleasure he was causing in the younger man.  Tasuki threw his head back, panting hard and his hips twitching, trying to get his lover to increase the pace, his entire body trembling and sweating with his eagerness.  Chichiri carefully eased himself out of Tasuki's grip, sliding down the bed. 

He sank down, pushing the bandit's legs apart and began duplicate the movement of his hand, only now with his tongue.  Tasuki forgot to breathe for a second before biting down on a howl, instead throwing his head back as he gasped for breath, his hands going to rest on top of Chichiri's head.  His entire frame was shaking with shivers from the sensations rushing through him and it took every ounce of concentration not to thrust up into that pleasurable moist heat.

Chichiri's eye closed as he moaned, one hand moving to caress the swollen sacs at the base of the shaft, then giving the head a lick before taking it back into the warmth of his mouth, accepting him with surprising ease.  The bandit's hips only bucked slightly against Chichiri's hands, his teeth bared as he tried not to come too soon.  The monk's tongue continued to swirl along the length, occasionally finding that little slit at the tip.

Tasuki's breath was coming in short gasps, some of them sounding like the beginning of Chichiri's name.  The cerulean-haired seishi knew that his lover was nearing release, as he could taste the evidence forming at the tip.

"Chi… Chiri… Chi…" Tasuki gasped as he squeezed his eyes shut.  "'M gonna… 'M gonna…"

The older man didn't bother with a verbal response; instead he moved one hand to gently probe at the tight opening below with his fingers, tenderly exploring the firm ring of muscle.  That added touch was all Tasuki needed as he arched up suddenly as an orgasm overtook his body, screaming out Chichiri's name.

Slowly his mind drifted back down to rejoin his body. He was tired but he still managed to lift his head up and grin at his lover, elevating one hand to tenderly trace his cheek.

"K-koi, ai shiteru…"

Chichiri lifted his head, one hand moving to wipe the corner of his mouth, more than a bit flushed.  He slowly climbed back up over his young lover to kiss him gently.   "You certainly are quite loud, na no da."

Tasuki sniggered softly.  "You don't have much room to complain, do ya?"

"Hai."  Chichiri touched noses with him as he grinned. 

Tasuki's arms snapped up suddenly and pulled Chichiri down atop him, nuzzling his neck lightly.  "But I do believe it's your turn now, koi."

"Is that an proposition, no da?"

"If you want it to be."  With that, he twisted out of the embrace and leaned over to the nearby table where a small bottle sat.   Chichiri leaned back on his elbows, his head resting on one shoulder and watching as Tasuki pulled the cork from the top with his teeth and poured some of the ointment into his left hand.

Keeping his gaze locked on that of his lover's, he set the bottle aside and placed his free hand on Chichiri's thigh as he edged closer.  "By the gods, Chiri, you're so perfect."

The monk colored as the hand continued to move higher and he gnawed on his bottom lip.  "Iya.  I'm far from perfect, no da."

"You think I'm kidding?"  He smiled softly and leaned in to place a tender kiss on his stomach, using his tongue to dip into the indentation of his bellybutton.  "Suzaku achieved perfection with you, koi."

Chichiri inhaled a shaking breath, trying frantically not to cry.  Tasuki sat up and kissed him lightly along the edge of the scar, causing the monk's resolve to break and the tears to spill from his closed eye.  Chichiri turned his face to burrow against his love's shoulder as he cried silently, Tasuki's free arm sliding around to his back in a gesture that was meant to be soothing and empathetic.  The bandit felt his own tears forming as the smaller man wiped his tears in his hair.

Chichiri lifted his head and breathed softly against his ear, "Tasuki, onegai."

The bandit nodded wordlessly and, taking his left hand, gently grasped his lover's shaft.  Chichiri forced himself to sit up, his breathing erratic as his eyes became glued to the motions of the bandit's left hand as he prepared him, going from semi-hard to painfully erect in a matter of moments.

The movements were slow and sensual at first as the bandit worked the monk, but then his hand slowly gained speed as he pumped his organ.  Chichiri's voice was deep and husky when he finally spoke, watching Tasuki through damp strands of cerulean silk and trying very hard not to give in and thrust his hips against that pressure.

"Tasuki…" he warned the words caught in his throat.   When the younger man finally met his gaze, his eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with lust and love.

Then Tasuki's hand drew away and he shifted over to stretch out beside his lover.  The bandit was on his stomach and Chichiri crawled over to place a gentle kiss at the base of his lover's spine before his hands moved to the younger man's waist. The monk slowly propped him up until his was on his knees, lovingly caressing the backs of his thighs and making him shiver in anticipation. 

Only after feeling the effects of his own teasing did Chichiri find himself truly ready.  He was still breathing hard even as he positioned himself.  Tasuki held his own breath as his love pressed intimately against him, trusting Chichiri wholly.

Then the older man's flesh slowly began to penetrate him.  Tasuki groaned with pleasure and pain as the monk slowly eased himself into the tight opening, reeling with pleasure and parting his legs further apart to allow him better penetration.

The bandit then cried out softly as Chichiri's organ nudged his desire deep within him.  He pushed back against him in response, his ecstasy clear.

"Ha…Harder…" he gasped, his eyes shut tight in pleasure, his hands grasping at his sheets in desperation.

Chichiri couldn't help but comply, his own pleasure rising at the feel of being inside of the man he loved, the bandit being wonderfully tight.  His chest heaved in an attempt to catch his breath as he pushed back into the tight heat with a moan.  He then leaned forward and allowed his right hand creep beneath the bandit to cup his organ.  How much more wonderful this was once he had accepted how he truly felt about Tasuki!  What a fool he had been to want to deny these feelings and this wonderful pleasure!

Tasuki squeezed his eyes shut and arched back against Chichiri, forcing his thrust to go harder, as their hips found the desired rhythm.  The bandit felt as if he would die, as he absolutely could not keep his eyes open as his body was flooded with sensations.  The sweet pressure building in his groin was growing stronger with each stroke.  He drove back against Chichiri, his brain in disarray as they moved against each other faster, pushing harder.

The older man's motions slowed for one glorious moment before he reached his peak, then he suddenly slammed back into the younger man with an anguished cry as he felt the hot liquid spill out of him.  The feel of the warm release of his lover tipped the fiery-haired bandit over the edge as he too attained his orgasm.  He pushed back hard against his partner and Chichiri's hand massaged his length before it was over.

With a whimper, Tasuki came violently into the hand working him, his entire body shuddering with fulfillment.  After driving out the last bit of climax within them, both collapsed with heavy breathing onto the bed.

For a while, neither of them said anything as they sought to catch their breaths, both relishing in the aftershocks of the intense experience of just a few moments ago.  Chichiri managed a slight smile as he slipped out from his lover's body and Tasuki shifted to gaze up at him.  The bandit reached out and put an arm around the older man, pulling him into an embrace as he tugged a blanket over their sweaty bodies.

Tasuki smiled as well as he locked gazes with that single mahogany eye.  When he spoke, his voice was heavy with sleep.  "Chichiri…?"

"Hai, no da?"

"How do ya feel?"

There was a brief pause and then a sigh of gratification.  "Like I'm complete, na no da…"

"Ai shiteru, Chiri…" he assured the older man as he hugged him.

Chichiri looked back at him, his eye bright with trust.  "Arigatou…"

Tasuki raised an eyebrow.

"…For giving me a second chance, no da…" he explained.

The bandit smirked.  "It wasn't like this took some effort…"

"I know…but it was your choice.  I didn't mean to hurt you like that…"

Tasuki laughed and hugged him tighter.  "Just forget about it, koi.  My only concern was how I was going to keep it down the next time I saw ya…" He yawned as Chichiri blushed.

Within moments, the bandit was fast asleep.  Chichiri nestled his head against his lover's chest and felt himself slipping away, lulled by the steady pulse of the younger man.

"Ai shiteru…"