The floor moved alarmingly beneath Nuriko’s feet. He swore under his breath as he fought to keep his balance. He normally didn’t mind ships, but the waves were high today, and footing was treacherous. As the ship lurched back to the other side, he clutched at the wall beside him, his strong fingers digging deep gouges into the wood.

Somewhere ahead of him, he could hear louder curses in a familiar voice. "Damn boat, why’d we have to take a fucking boat, anyway? Ch', I hate boats… unh…" This was followed by the sounds of someone being loudly sick to their stomach, presumably (Nuriko hoped!) over the side rail.

Sure enough, as Nuriko came around the corner, he could see the red-headed Seishi draped over the side rail, emptying the contents of his stomach into the foaming sea. "Tasuki!" he called, raising his voice to be heard above the sound of the raging waves. The bandit raised his head, grinned weakly at his friend, opened his mouth to say something… and promptly leaned back over the rail, heaving again.

Nuriko shook his head with pity for his fellow Seishi. He moved forward and placed his hands on Tasuki’s shoulders, lending him strength and support.

When Tasuki had nothing left to throw up, he straightened slowly, one hand over his stomach. He turned and took a step towards the cabins - and nearly fell as his knees threatened to give out on him. Nuriko quickly slung an arm around his waist, and, with the red-head’s arm draped over his shoulder, he helped his friend walk back to his room.

Nuriko helped Tasuki to sit on the bed, and then slid in behind him, so that the bandit was leaning back against his chest. "Nani?" queried Tasuki. "Nuriko, what are you…"

"Shh," replied Nuriko, pushing away from him a little. "Just trust me, Gen-chan."

The purple haired Seishi began to carefully rub at the muscles in Tasuki’s back. His skilled fingers concentrated on the most tense areas first, soothing away the tightness of the muscles. Slowly, Tasuki began to relax under Nuriko’s gentle ministrations.

"You’re so tense, Gen-chan," commented Nuriko. "I guess I can understand, though. I’ve had sea sickness a few times myself."

Tasuki twisted around and regarded him in surprise. "Sea sick? You? Really?" Nuriko just gave him a gentle smile and pushed him to face the other way again.

For several minutes, the only sound in the room was the whisper of rough cloth over Tasuki’s back, and the breathing of the two Seishi. Finally, Nuriko worked up the courage to comment, "You know, this would be a lot more effective without the material in the way."

Tasuki tensed up again, and for a moment, Nuriko thought he was going to refuse. But then the bandit shrugged, and began unlacing his tunic. "Where’d you learn how to do this so well, anyway?" he asked, his voice somewhat muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Nuriko gently urged him to lie down on his stomach, and sat down beside the stretched out bandit. His hands once again began their soothing motions. "All the ladies of the court are taught how. We used to practice on each other. Of course," he added, blushing lightly, "I was always too "shy" to take my shirt off. I figured the best way to prevent them from wondering why was to become so good, that no one wanted me to stop giving them massages long enough to get one myself."

Tasuki let out a little sigh, and commented, "It must have worked. Arigato, Nuriko. This is just what I need."

Nuriko began to dig his fingers deeper into the now-softened muscles of Tasuki’s back, eliciting soft moans and sighs from the bandit Seishi. Tasuki was amazed at the subtle feelings Nuriko’s fingers were creating. He felt as if the muscles in his back were slowly melting into little piles of mush. It was the most relaxed he could ever remember being in his life. His sea sickness had all but subsided entirely, giving him relief for the first time in days. He idly noted the fact that he was almost ready to fall asleep. "Mmm," Tasuki murmured. "That feels so good, Nuri-chan."

Nuriko’s hands froze. His breath caught at the endearment Tasuki had so casually bestowed upon him. No one had ever called him that before. Had he meant it? Was it just something he’d said to tease him?

Tasuki twisted his head around to see Nuriko. "Nani?" he asked, confused at why the comforting massage had stopped so suddenly. Seeing the stricken look on Nuriko’s face, he quickly sat up to face him. "Nuriko? Did I say somethin’ wrong? What is it?"

"You..." the purple-haired Seishi regarded him with a strange look in his eyes. "You called me Nuri-chan…"

Tasuki blushed as he realized his slip. "Ah… gomen, Nuriko… I didn’t mean to be so familiar.."

Nuriko regarded him silently for several moments. Finally, he blushed, and looked away, stammering, "I-iie, Tasuki, th-that’s okay. I don’t mind." Purple eyes shyly raised to meet his own, peering out from under Nuriko’s thick lashes. "I was just startled. I didn’t think you thought of me that way."

Tasuki was shocked to realize just how insecure Nuriko was where he was concerned. "Nuriko… no, Nuri-chan…" Tasuki cupped Nuriko’s chin in his palm and raised his face. "Gomen. I’ve hurt you because of all of this. And all I’ve been able to think of was myself. Gomen nasai. What can I say, except that I’m a selfish bastard?"

Nuriko shook his head violently within Tasuki’s grip. "Iie, Gen-chan. You’re not selfish. I’ve pushed such a confusing situation on you, of course you’re not sure what to do."

Tasuki grinned, baring his fangs. "Che, who was the one who started this anyway? As I recall, I kissed you first." His smile faded, and he regarded the other Seishi seriously. "Nuriko, whatever may have started this, and whatever may happen because of it, I want you to know…" He trailed off, and found himself suddenly unable to meet that direct purple gaze.

"Know what, Gen-chan?" Nuriko prompted softly. He didn’t want to breath, for fear of scaring the bandit off from whatever confession he was trying to make.

"Know that… well, that I do care about you, Nuriko. You mean a lot to me." Tasuki’s cheeks nearly matched his hair for their flame red colour, and he was still unable to look Nuriko in the eyes. "I… I want to see where this is gonna lead us… and to hell with what anyone else thinks!" He finished firmly, and his eyes rose to meet Nuriko’s, blazing with passion and…

Tasuki’s lips met Nuriko’s fiercely before the purple-haired beauty could decide just what else it was that had been in his eyes. Their mouths opened immediately, and their tongues clashed together in a fiery dance. Hot breaths mingled, becoming more strained with each passing moment.

Nuriko lifted his arms to place them around Tasuki’s neck, being very careful not to squeeze too hard. Tasuki’s arms crept around Nuriko’s waist, then began to roam across his back.

As the moments passed, and neither came up for air, Nuriko found his hands caressing the rough skin on Tasuki’s back. There were a fair number of scars, and as he traced each one with his fingers, he found tears welling up in his eyes for the pain his lover must have suffered.

"Oh, Gen-chan," he whispered into Tasuki’s mouth. Tasuki groaned in reply, and worked his hands under Nuriko’s top.

As Tasuki lifted the top, Nuriko was afraid. The last time Tasuki had been blatantly confronted with the sex of his new lover, he had reacted negatively. Would it happen again?

For several moments after tossing Nuriko’s shirt in a corner, Tasuki simply gazed at the purple-haired beauty. His eyes ran up and down the planes of Nuriko’s chest, observing every feature. Nuriko held perfectly still, hardly daring to breath.

Hesitantly, Tasuki reach out a hand towards the other Seishi’s chest, glancing up as if for permission. Slowly letting his breath out, Nuriko nodded, and Tasuki softly traced the path his eyes had followed with the tips of his fingers.

Nuriko could barely keep from squirming under the light touch. It was the most erotic thing he had ever felt in his life. He fought vainly to keep control of his body, afraid that an obvious reaction such as an erection would discourage Tasuki from his actions.

Tasuki looked up suddenly and bared his fangs at Nuriko, a mischievous look burning in his hazel eyes. "Eh, Nuri-chan, having fun yet?" There was a quality of laughter in his voice that Nuriko had never heard before. The purple-haired Seishi turned wondering eyes on his lover, as Tasuki bent his head and retraced the path a third time… this time with his tongue.

Nuriko shivered violently as a wave of fire swept through him, following the path of that wet tongue. Tasuki’s hot breath raised goosebumps on Nuriko’s sensitive skin, and the air in the room seemed several degrees cooler than it had been a moment ago. A groan escaped his lips, and he arched his back as Tasuki’s sharp fangs dug lightly into one of his nipples.

"Your skin is so smooth, Nuri-chan," Tasuki whispered, his voice rough with contained passion. His tongue flicked out to lick at a nipple, while his hand played with the other. His free hand was drifting dangerously low.

Nuriko gasped as he felt Tasuki’s hand wrap around him through the fabric of his pants. He shuddered as that hand began a slow up and down movement. He reached out blindly with his own hands, wanting to return some of the incredible pleasure his lover was granting him.

"Oh, no," Tasuki said, catching Nuriko’s hands in a gentle grip, and returning them to his sides. "This is for you, Nuri-chan. I want to prove to you that I’m not afraid of you being male anymore."

Nuriko acquiesced, relaxing and allowing himself to enjoy Tasuki’s attentions. The bandit continued his assault on Nuriko’s chest, licking and nipping at the smooth, silky flesh, occasionally pausing to tease his nipples. His hand gently caressed Nuriko’s rigid member, eliciting shudders and sighs of pleasure from the bishounen Seishi. "Harder, Tasuki, touch me more!" Nuriko pleaded his lover.

Tasuki obliged, taking a firmer grip on Nuriko’s erection. Nuriko jerked at the incredible feeling of his silk pants sliding gently along his sensitive skin under his lover’s hand.

Tasuki was mildly surprised to find that he was enjoying himself a great deal. His loving ministrations were causing Nuriko to twist and turn beneath him, seeking both to escape from the overwhelming pleasure and to receive more of it. He inhaled deeply, smelling salt from the ocean spray, lavender from the light perfume his lover wore, and a rich, enticing scent that was purely Nuriko’s own.

He could feel Nuriko tensing beneath him, reaching the limit of his ability to withstand the pleasurable sensations. He began to move his hand more quickly, taking an even firmer grip on the rigid member. Nuriko began to pant in time with the strokes, and his voice came out in a keening whine. "Tasuki... oh, Gen-chan... haiiiiiiii...."

Nuriko exploded with a sharp cry, his seed soaking the front of his silk pants. For several minutes, he lay there and continued panting, clearly unable to do anything more strenuous. Finally, he wrapped his arms around Tasuki and cuddled the bandit to his chest. "Oh, Gen-chan. That was... incredible... domo arigato, Gen-chan."

Tasuki grinned up at him, licking his fangs. "Doitashimashite, Nuri-chan. I rather enjoyed it myself."

Nuriko lay still for awhile longer; then, in a move which completely surprised the bandit, he flipped himself over, reversing their positions. "Nani?" Tasuki began, but Nuriko hushed him with a light kiss.

"My turn, Gen-chan," he said, a joyful glint lighting up his purple eyes. "Can’t let you do all that hard work without a reward, now, can I?"

Tasuki found himself unable to reply, as his breath was caught in his throat from anticipation. Nuriko slowly trailed his lips across Tasuki’s throat, until he was delicately licking at the shell of his ear. Tasuki shuddered at the unusual sensation.

After granting equal attention to Tasuki’s other ear, Nuriko moved down to his broad chest. He licked and sucked at every inch of it, his hands tracing a fiery path of heat along his skin.

Tasuki shivered and moaned, arching his back to encourage Nuriko to continue. His skin felt as if it were on fire, and his hands were fisted in the bedsheets in a vain attempt at control. "Nuri-chan," he whispered hoarsely. "Che, that feels so good!"

His eyes widened as he felt Nuriko’s delicate hands at the laces to his trousers, then squeezed shut in an effort to keep himself from crying aloud at the incredible feeling of Nuriko’s gentle fingers wrapped around his erection.

"Nuri-chan!" he gasped, as Nuriko began to pump his hand up and down Tasuki’s throbbing shaft. Tasuki felt his hips beginning to thrust in rhythm with Nuriko’s motion.

Tasuki felt the pleasure slowly building to a peak within his body. Just as he was certain he couldn’t take anymore, Nuriko withdrew his hand and sat up. "Dou – doushite..." Tasuki gasped out.

Nuriko gave him a feral grin, flipped his long braid over his shoulder, and lowered his mouth to Tasuki’s rock hard erection.

Tasuki cried out as the warm wetness enveloped him, then groaned loudly as his hips thrust uncontrollably upwards. Though Tasuki was fairly well endowed, Nuriko took all of him into his mouth with apparent ease.

Tasuki threw his head back and panted, eyes closed against the incredible sensations. Nuriko moved his head up and down, sucking hungrily at Tasuki’s penis. The pleasure was building rapidly inside Tasuki’s body, and this time he knew that it would not be denied.

"Ah... ah, Nuri-chan..." he opened dazed eyes to the blurry world around him. Just as he felt himself reach the peak, the world suddenly snapped into focus... and he was horrified to find his eyes meeting the stunned gaze of Tamahome, who stood frozen in the doorway. "Ah.. che... Nuriko..." Tasuki’s frantic attempt to warn his oblivious lover degenerated into a mangled groan as he exploded into Nuriko’s mouth. Tasuki lay helplessly panting, too drained to move or speak as Nuriko swallowed rapidly, anxious not to miss a single drop of the precious fluid.

With a satisfied smirk, Nuriko wiped his mouth and raised his eyes, only to shriek in horror as he caught sight of Tamahome standing motionless in the doorway. He scrambled for the blanket to cover himself and Tasuki, stuttering, "Ta... Ta.. Tamahome.... wh-what are you doing here?!"

Tamahome’s face was a study in disgust and revulsion. "You.. you.. that’s... hentai!" he declared. "Tasuki, what the hell? I know Nuriko’s ecchi but you..."

Nuriko started sobbing, burying his face in Tasuki’s chest. Tasuki was startled to realize he was growling deep in his throat. "Get out," he stated quietly, his eyes narrowing in anger. When Tamahome only gaped at him, he raised his voice threateningly. "Get out! Before I decide to kick your ass! What the fuck gives you the right to waltz into my room, get your jollies watching us, and then declare us sick perverts?"

He sat up, clutching the still crying Nuriko gently to his chest. Tamahome backed away from the murderous rage in his eyes. "If you ever mention this to anyone," he stated in a disturbingly quiet voice, "or if you ever hurt Nuriko over this, I swear by Suzaku that I will fucking kill you, Tamahome." He spat at the other Seishi. "Now get out of my fucking room."

Tamahome turned and all but ran from the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tasuki turned his attention to the sobbing bishounen cradled in his arms. His eyes and expression softened as he gently rocked Nuriko, whispering "Shh, Nuri-chan, it’s okay. He’s just a fucking bastard. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about."

Nuriko raised tear-filled violet eyes to meet his soft hazel gaze. "Less than a week ago, you would have said the same thing," he reminded Tasuki, his lower lip trembling as he repressed further sobs.

Tasuki grinned self-deprecatingly. "Yeah, well, that was before you turned my life upside down. And I’ll tell you something... I don’t regret a single minute of it. Not even these last few. Hell, the look on oni-chan’s face was worth every bit of the beating he gave me." He chuckled, and after a moment, Nuriko joined him in the release of laughter.

Tasuki looked down at the beautiful face which gazed adoringly back up at him. An overwhelming compulsion took hold of him, and he found himself blurting out "Wo ai ni, Nuri-chan!"

In the same moment, Nuriko tearfully proclaimed "Gen-chan, ai shiteru!" It took a moment for each of them to absorb the other’s statement; then they were kissing frantically, wrapping each other in a near-crushing embrace. Very crushing, in Nuriko’s case, but he quickly corrected himself on hearing Tasuki’s strangled gasp.

As they broke apart, Tasuki firmly stated, "We’ll get through this, Nuriko. All we have to do is look them in the eye, and then turn our noses to them. None of them matter as long as we’re together."

Nuriko nodded. "I never expected this to happen, and I know you certainly didn’t either, but I’m glad it has."

Tasuki grinned at him. "Hai, no kidding! Well, I suspect that what Tamahome came in here to tell us was that dinner is ready. I find myself with an appetite for the first time in days. Shall we go?" He tossed off the blanket and headed for the door.

"Uh, Tasuki...." Nuriko grinned at him when he turned back. "Looking them in the eyes is all well and good, but don’t you think you should put some clothes on before going out there?"

Tasuki blushed fiercely, and blatantly ignored Nuriko’s peals of laughter as he moved to gather up his clothes from the floor.
 
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