Pull of Destiny

*(9/9)

By Sakata Ri Houjun

Warning:  This chapter is a lemon, with a twist.

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"Chiri...," Tasuki murmured, his eyes shining with lust.  "You have 

no idea how long I've waited for this."  He wrapped his arms around 

the older man, brining their faces a few scant inches apart.

Chichiri returned with a heated gaze of his own as he thrust his hips 

against his friend who then let out a soft moan at the pleasant 

friction.  "I know just how you feel.  I'm only sorry we didn't do 

this before now."

The former monk snaked his hands between their bodies and traced 

circles around Tasuki's nipples, whose lips then trembled at the 

assault as he leaned forward to close the distance between their 

faces.  Chichiri returned the tender kiss as he pulled the shirt from 

the red-head's pants and found the heated and toned expanse of his 

stomach.

As his cool fingertips danced along the muscled ridges and traveled 

higher still to play with his friend's taunt nipples once more, 

Tasuki sought purchase within the other man's mouth with his tongue.  

His hips trust in response as Chichiri lightly twisted the sensitive 

nubs and the former monk thrust back.

A rhythm slowly built between them and both men began shaking 

uncontrollably.  It was Tasuki who finally still their feverish tempo 

before they lost complete control by placing his hands on Chichiri's 

waist.  The older man glanced quizzically at his partner who only 

grinned before sliding his hands up to slowly unbutton Chichiri's 

shirt.

Tasuki ran his fingers slowly along his friend's pecs and well

muscled stomach. Chichiri still had the slender build he remembered 

and was pleased.  Chichiri finally removed his hands from beneath his 

lover's shirt to then tug it upwards.  Tasuki pulled away to remove 

his shirt.  When he faced Chichiri again, he found that he too had 

shed his shirt completely.

both men paused, afraid of spoiling the perfect moment with hurried 

kisses or rushed movements.  Chichiri turned his back and began 

walking towards the bedroom.  When he reached the door, he cast a 

glance at Tasuki and smiled seductively.

"Are you coming?  It'd be hard but not entirely impossible to do this 

without you."

Tasuki returned with a lopsided grin and followed his friend into the 

room. Once he passed the doorframe, he was immediately wrapped in a 

pair of strong slender arms.  He pulled the older man into a fierce 

embrace, crushing his lips against his own in a bruising kiss.

Still clinging to one another, Chichiri slowly backed his lover to 

the bed and Tasuki sat as soon as his legs bumped against the soft 

surface.  the former monk pulled away to straighten up and remove his 

jeans.  Tasuki's heart raced as he watched his lover strip the loose 

denim off with slow deliberate movements.

Wearing only his boxers, Chichiri then knelt before the younger man 

and pressed his face against his chest.  alternating between kisses 

and licking, he slowly traveled down the firm, young skin to the 

waistband of his jeans.  Running his hands down along Tasuki's 

thighs, he then nuzzled the red-haired man's erection with his lips 

through the thick fabric of his jeans.

Tasuki bit his lip as he threw back his head, trying desperately to 

stifle the scream building in his throat.  Never had he expected his 

gentle friend to be so brazen and bold.  Inadvertently, he thrust 

upwards, wanting to increase the wonderful pressure.

Chichiri pulled away as his fingers trailed to the front of his jeans 

and dipped below the waistband.  Tasuki whimpered slightly, silently 

begging Chichiri with glistening eyes to free him of the garment.  

With a gentle smile, the older man unbuttoned the jeans and slowly 

slid the zipper down.  Tasuki fell back against the sheets to raise 

his hips up and shrug his jeans off.

Chichiri stood again and loomed over his lover. Tasuki gazed back, 

desire smoldering in his eyes at the sight of this man returning that 

love.  The older man then crawled onto the bed, Tasuki's hands 

roaming over any exposed flesh that was within his reach.  Goosebumps 

prickled along the older man's arms and back at the fiery touch and 

he let out a shaking breath.

Sitting up a bit, Tasuki pressed his lips against the smooth chest 

that hovered over him.  Chichiri let out a startled gasp as a hot 

mouth locked onto his nipple and began sucking eagerly.  He arched 

into the mouth as Tasuki's arms slid around his back to press down 

and allow their groins to meet again.

Delighting in the delicious way their bodies fit together and 

wanting nothing more to separate them, Tasuki sunk his fingernails 

into the cotton of his lover's undergarment, tugging downward and 

revealing his smooth buttock to the air.  Chichiri pulled away to 

completely remove his boxers and then turned his attention to 

Tasuki's own undergarments.

He traced his cool fingers up his lover's thighs until he reached the 

edge of the last article of clothing that separated them.  Tasuki 

writhed at his lover's touch, moaning softly.  Chichiri slowly 

revealed the swollen member of his lover and sucked in his breath at 

the sight.  Tasuki was more beautiful now than he had been before.  

His fiery angel watched with golden eyes as he tossed away the last 

garment to the floor before reaching up to pull him down again for a 

passionate kiss.

This was right, so right.  Their bodies fit like missing pieces of a 

puzzle, as if each were only half of a whole, incomplete without the 

other.  Tasuki threw back his head at the pleasurable sensation with 

a small cry as Chichiri bent to nibble on his lover's neck.  His hand 

trailed down the tanned skin of his lover's chest, pausing teasingly 

at his nipples, until he reached the younger man's erection.

Slowly and gently, he began to stoke the engorged flesh, his cool 

fingers sending a chill up the former bandit's spine.  Tasuki's hands 

clenched and unclenched the sheets as he felt his body grow taunt 

with need.  While his hips rose to meet his lover's caress, his head 

tossed from side to side, breath coming out in one gasp after another.

Chichiri drunk in the sight of Tasuki, a man so normally full of 

defiant fire and life, now completely at his mercy.  Tasuki arched 

his back off the sheets as his eyes opened wide and unseeing, his 

mouth captured by his lover's lips before he could cry out.  His 

fiery essence spilled into the older man's hands as he kissed back. 

Tasuki's hands ran up and down his lover's back weakly as Chichiri 

drew away with a wry grin.

Before Tasuki could recover from the fireworks that had gone off 

inside his head, Chichiri sat up and slowly inserted a finger into 

him.  Using the collected semen, he gently probed the tight ring, 

stretching it.  Tasuki looked up at the older man with wide eyes, his 

body reacting, soft member growing hard once more.  Two, then three 

fingers were inserted, but Tasuki wanted more, he wanted it all, he 

wanted Chichiri.

Chichiri then used the remaining liquid to coat his own shaft and 

positioned himself over the panting angel who looked up at him with a 

mixture of love and trust in his eyes.

"Please," he whispered softly, pleadingly.  "I love you Chiri.  I 

always have."

Chichiri's body trembled as he slowly entered his lover, the 

sensation almost too much for his mind to comprehend.  He bit his lip 

hard enough to draw blood as Tasuki shifted to make the penetration 

deep and lasting.  Both men locked eyes for a moment, raw emotions 

passing between them before the older man withdrew to the head.

The driving rhythm created had both men gasping and moaning.  Tasuki 

pulled the older man closer to him and began to kiss his neck even as 

tears were forming in his golden eyes.  Chichiri brought his hand to 

stroke his lover's erection once more, this time in synch with his 

thrusts and the sensation caused Tasuki to bite down on his lover's 

neck, drawing blood in a hot line.

Then his mind was sent crashing over the edge.  In an instant, he 

became blind and deaf to everything except the man who was still 

sheathed inside him.  He cried out as he came again, followed by his 

lover's own cry of completion as Tasuki's body tightened. Chichiri 

collapsed on top of his fiery angel who wrapped him in strong, 

shaking arms.  Their slick, sweaty bodies still tightly joined, they 

remained that way for a moment more, unwilling and unable to move.

Finally Chichiri withdrew with a moan and rolled onto his back. 

Tasuki propped his head on his arm and looked over the perfection that 

was his lover.  Then his eyes widened in shock as he gasped.

Chichiri glanced up to see what was wrong, worried that he might have 

hurt his lover.  Then his own eyes widened as well.  "Tasuki...," his 

voice was quiet and thick with emotion.

"Chichiri...," Tasuki's voice was an echo of his lover's.  "Your 

knee..."

"Your arm...," he breathed at the same time.

their eyes locked in a moment of understanding as their seishi 

symbols slowly pulsed with an ethereal red glow.