Fateful Dreams*(6/9)By Sakata Ri Houjun Warning:Lemon. Duh, they are alone and Tasuki did make a promise.... ************************************************************* Chichiri leaned his head back against the pillows, his eyes closed. Tasuki curled next to him, on his side, watching with a worried expression. the former monk grinned, feeling his lover's concern. "Don't look at me that way. I'm fine." Tasuki reached over and brushed away a few errant strands of his lover’s hair. "I know you're tough, but I love you and can't help it. I had to swallow my damn heart back down when you collapsed." Chichiri chuckled. "You certainly looked as if I had died." "Don't fucking joke around like that. I'm serious." The older man opened his eyes as he rolled his head t the side. His smile slipped once he saw how close to tears his lover appeared. Chichiri then reached over and pulled the former bandit into his arms. "Tasuki, we're only human. We will die someday, but you and I will always be together." The younger man squeezed his eyes shut as he inhaled his lover's scent. Slowly, Tasuki began to nuzzle Chichiri's chest while his hands roamed down his back to massage his ass. The older seishi stiffened a bit and then gave in to his lover's ministrations with a sigh. He pressed his face against the fiery, red hair, holding Tasuki tightly. "Gods, Tasuki. What would I do without you?" "You'd still be wandering around, powerless and alone," he murmured against the fabric of Chichiri's shirt. "And so would I." "I'm sorry that I let the others know about us." Tasuki pulled away, running his hands around to Chichiri's waist. "It's okay. I wasn't about to ignore you just to save face. I'm actually grateful now since they did hive us some privacy." He started tugging up on the older man's shirt as he spoke. "Now that we're alone..." Chichiri sat up a bit, allowing his lover to remove his shirt entirely. He then laid back down and met Tasuki's grin with one of his own. The former bandit reached over ad began idly playing with the older man's nipples. "You know," Chichiri began as he leaned into his lover's touch. "Nuriko already had us figured out from the beginning. If I hadn't said anything, I'm sure she might have." Tasuki smirked. "Don't care." He tilted his head down and ran his tongue across the smooth skin. Chichiri stifled a gasp, trying to keep quiet for the benefit of their friends outside. The younger seishi grazed teeth over the hardened bud, listening to his lover containing his moans and smiled inwardly. He pulled away and blew across the moist skin. "You don't have quite the control you used to. I'm curious as to what I have to do before you scream out. Shall we test that theory?" "Tasuki...," Chichiri whispered, his body trembling. "Don't. the others are outside and Chiriko's just a kid." "They know and I'm certain the kid ain't naive." He raked his nails down the pale chest and dug his fingers into the waistband of Chichiri's jeans, pulling the older man towards him. "I want you to scream out, Chiri." Chichiri shook his head, determined to prove to the hotheaded youth just how much control he had. Tasuki smiled back before running his tongue across his lover's lower lip teasingly. The former monk parted his lips, allowing Tasuki access. Tasuki then traced slowly along the teeth before fully claiming his lover's mouth. Chichiri melted into the kiss, sneaking his hands underneath the younger seishi's shirt and tracing cool fingers along his spine. Tasuki broke the kiss to strip away his shirt. The former monk ran his palms across Tasuki's stomach as the shirt was tossed away. "I can't help but worry," Chichiri whispered as he was wrapped in his lover's arms. "That force knows we're here but it hasn't attacked us again." Tasuki's fingers found the front of his lover's jeans again and he began to unbutton. "What do you mean 'attack again'?" "Our argument. Didn't it seem like we faded to the past?" As he unzipped Chichiri's jeans, the former bandit scowled. "I thought we got over that argument." Chichiri traced a finger along Tasuki's jaw lovingly. "We have. This force...it amplified...my doubt about the past...somehow. It melded my two lives together in that moment, making me forget what was reality. It somehow knew what was going to happen if you and I got together." "Chiri...," Tasuki whispered, sliding his hands inside the loosened jeans and digging his nails into the sensitive flesh of his lover's ass. "No more talking. I have to promise to keep, remember?" Chichiri bit his lip to stop from moaning while he nodded. Tasuki made short work of the remainder of his lover's clothing. Chichiri had surprisingly kept quiet throughout. the red-haired man looked over his partner's quivering body and clicked his tongue. He'd have to do something about the former monk's self-imposed vow of silence. Tasuki got up off the bed and headed over to his jacket which had been tossed over the back of a chair while undoing his jeans. After digging around in the pockets, he pulled out a small tube and place it on the nearby table so his hands could finish stripping off his clothing. Tasuki grabbed the tube as he spun around and caught Chichiri's questioning eyes with a wicked gleam. The former monk's eyes widened when he saw what the tube was. "Where did you find that?" "Swiped it back at the motel where we met Nuriko." He winked. "Thought it might come in handy." "Indeed," Chichiri whispered as Tasuki crawled over him. The former bandit leaned his face in close as his free hand fondled his lover. Chichiri started to bite is lip again, to stop from moaning, but Tasuki kissed him. The younger man sucked in his lover's lowers lip, biting it gently for him while his hand teasingly searched for his tight opening. Chichiri squirmed and threw his head back, stretching his lip painfully. Tasuki released the bruised flesh as he opened the tube and poured the clear liquid into his open palm. the former bandit caressed his lover's lips with his tongue, tasting blood, and then frowned as he coated his fingers in the oil. "Honestly, Chiri. You're trying too damn hard. You’d rather bite through you lip and mar your beautiful face rather than voice your passion for me." He faked a pout while inserting a finger. Chichiri opened his mouth, a small breathless gasp escaping him. Tasuki blinked back false tears. "I'm hurt, Chiri." The former monk thrust against the intrusive finger, loving the way his body was reacting to the sensation. His hands clenched the sheets tightly as he panted softly. Soon, three fingers wee inside him, stretching and probing. When the fingers were removed, Chichiri whimpered slightly. Tasuki then covered his hardened member with the oil that was still left in his palm before bracing a hand on either side of his lover's face. Chichiri watched him, eyes slitted with lust and desire.. He wanted to feel his lover's fire inside him, filling that empty void, completing his soul. the younger seishi answered that silent plea, slowly entering his lover with as much control that he could maintain. He wanted to draw out these few moments alone with his lover as long as possible. His whole body shook once he was deep inside Chichiri, feeling complete but wanting more. Chichiri locked his legs around Tasuki's waist as a trembling hand pulled the former bandit's face in close. "I won't scream," he whispered fiercely. "We'll see..." With those words, he pulled out, using all his strength to resist thrusting back in. He paused a few heartbeats, the head of his erection still inside the older man, before slowly entering in again. "Tasuki," Chichiri breathlessly whispered. "Faster..." The younger seishi grunted in reply as he slowly withdrew again. He maintained the painfully slow pace for a few more minutes until Chichiri began to shake uncontrollably. "Please Tasuki," he spoke a little bit louder this time. "I can't stand this..." Tasuki smiled down at his lover whose hair was plastered to his face in sweaty tendril. As he slowly with drew again he bent slightly to brush his lips along his lover's ear. "NO way. You're going to scream out if it's the last thing I do." His tongue traced the delicate outline before plunging inside. At the same moment, he slowly thrust again into Chichiri, the two motions in perfect synch. The former monk gasped, back arching off the bed. He hips began to move against the younger man's thrusts, trying to force him into speeding his tempo. Tasuki moaned slightly as he brought a hand down to still his lover's movements. The slow pace continued, each heartbeat stretching into infinity. Chichiri pleading over and over softly for his love to stop this slow, teasing torture, but each time, Tasuki ignore the former monk's hushed voice. The strain was beginning to show in his arm and back and the younger man began to wander if Chichiri's control really was stronger then his. He kissed his lover. "I can't keep this up much longer, Chiri...But then neither can you..." With out another word, He moved his hand from Chichiri's thigh and tightly wound his fingers around the base of his lover's flesh. Chichiri gave out a soft, high-pitched cry, his voice caught in his throat. Tasuki thrust into his lover again, still determined to keep up the slow pace, while moving his hand to stroke, thumb caressing the moist heat in teasing circles. Red fire flashed in the former monk's mind a his symbol flared to life. Tasuki felt the shift of his lover's ki and kissed him once more, drinking that power through the contact. Tasuki closed his eyes tightly as he felt his own control slip. Powered by his own ki, his symbol flared as fire burned away all else but his love for Chichiri. The red glow pulsed and engulfed their bodies as Tasuki thrust again. It was almost as if Suzaku himself was blessing their union, merging their souls, their minds. Chichiri tensed as he suddenly could feel Tasuki within his mind just as he was in his body. Every sensation his lover felt, he experienced on top of his own. He convulsed as the orgasm hit him then, unexpectedly washing him in a mixture of searing flames and cool water. He cried out his lover's name then, having lost all his hard earned control in that moment. He seed coated his lover's hand as his body spasmed and tightened. Tasuki thrust in once more into the sweet tightness of Chichiri's trembling form, smiling at the sound of his mane torn from his throat. then his teeth clenched as his lover’s resonating emotions engulfed him through their linked souls. "Gods!" he cried out as he convulsed, filling Chichiri with his essence. Unable to support himself any more on his arm, he collapsed on top of his lover. Chichiri wrapped trembling arms around Tasuki, pulling him closer even though their bodies were still joined. After taking a shaking breath, Tasuki chucked. "Just exactly what I wanted to hear, Chiri..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Outside the door, Miaka grinned at the cries coming from the two men. "Just exactly what I wanted to happen..."