CHAPTER 4
 

Tasuki was only barely conscious of being lifted by Chichiri and carried to her room. She fell sound asleep in the monk's arms, lulled by the rhythm of his heart and the scent of his skin. That scent remained wrapped around her even after he'd put her to bed and left for his own room, buried deeply in the weave of his kesa. It followed her right into her dreams.

She dreamt of a night nearly a year ago, when the two wanderers had been forced off the road and into a small cave by a sudden summer storm. Lightning had flashed, illuminating the cave, and keeping Tasuki awake long after Chichiri's gentle breathing indicated he had slipped into sleep.

That night, unable to sleep, Tasuki had stared at his companion's face, relaxed and achingly beautiful in his sleep. The mask lay beside him, the jagged scar on his face a testament to the pain in his life. The fiery haired bandit had stared at him for hours, tracing the strong lines of his face and chest with his eyes, wishing desperately that he dared do the same with his hands.

Now, in dreams, Tasuki dared to do what he had only wished for then. A strong, trembling hand reached out to caress the side of the monk's face. Chichiri sighed, turning his face into the warmth. Tasuki rubbed his thumb against Chichiri's lower lip in a butterfly caress, and Chichiri moaned softly and nuzzled his hand.

Tasuki lowered his head to see more clearly in the intermittent light from the storm, and could feel Chichiri's sweet breath wafting over his face. Fascinated, he moved his hand down the strong column of his neck, to lightly trace the planes of his chest. The blanket was wrapped around Chichiri's waist, baring his upper half to Tasuki's explorations.

Chichiri shivered at the hand on his chest, then moaned in his sleep when Tasuki rubbed lightly against a hard, flat nipple. The bandit dipped his head down to run his tongue along the path his fingers had taken, wringing a more substantial moan from the monk. He nipped lightly at the nipple with his fangs, then soothed the small pain his his tongue, licking in circles around the tiny nub.

Hands came up to fist in his fiery hair, and Tasuki looked up to find Chichiri looking back down at him, the expression on his face unreadable. For several moments, time seemed to stop as they stared at each other. The a sensual grin spread across Chichiri's face, and he whispered, "I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?"

With a moan of his own Tasuki lurched up to cover Chichiri's lips in a deep kiss. His tongue probed for entrance and was granted, sliding hotly against Chichiri's teeth and tongue. They began a fencing battle, warring back and forth into each other's mouths. When they finally had to come up for air, both men were trembling.

Chichiri's hands eagerly roamed about Tasuki's body, his firm caresses making the bandit shiver and moan in ecstasy. Tasuki returned to his earlier exploration of Chichiri's body, sliding the sheet down his firm body.

Though Tasuki vaguely remembered Chichiri going to sleep with his pants on, there was nothing but glorious flesh revealed to his hungry eyes. He didn't wonder at the fact that his own clothes had disappeared - this was a dream after all. He just took the opportunity to slide their hot bodies together, rubbing to create a delicious friction between them.

Chichiri arched up into him, and both men gasped as their pelvises brushed together. Tasuki ground his hips in a circular motion, wringing a strangled cry from Chichiri's throat. "Oooh… Tasuki… yes, please, more…" Tasuki dipped his head and dug his fangs lightly into Chichiri's neck. "Ahhhh…." Was the monk's response.

Chichiri nuzzled his head against Tasuki's chest, licking and sucking at the firm skin. When he reached the bandit's nipples, he stopped to take his time and enjoy himself. He quickly had Tasuki squirming with desire above him, causing their groins to rub together more firmly, and driving them both crazy.

Tasuki ducked his head and began working his way down Chichiri's chest. Chichiri protested at the loss of pressure to his groin, but his cry quickly turned into a gasping moan as Tasuki darted out his tongue to brush against Chichiri's tip.

"Ahh… Tasuki… do that again…" Tasuki obliged, licking the salty drops from the slit. As Chichiri thrust his hips up, Tasuki began working over his penis, licking up one side and down the other, swirling his tongue around and lightly nibbling on the top. Chichiri cried out and buried his hands in his lover's hair, trying to force his mouth down over his straining heat.

Tasuki continued to tease Chichiri until the monk cried out in frustration. Finally, Tasuki gave in and engulfed him in the warm, wet heat of his mouth. As he worked his mouth up and down against the shaft, his hands slid underneath to lift Chichiri's taut buttocks and spread them apart.

The fingers of one hand teased at the tight ring he found there, causing Chichiri to cry out again. Chichiri's hips were pumping frantically now, nearly choking Tasuki in the process. Tasuki moved his free hand to caress the tight sacs at Chichiri's base, and the monk cried out, exploding into Tasuki's mouth.

Tasuki pulled away quickly, cupping his hands around Chichiri's erection and trying to catch as much of the salty fluid as he could. While Chichiri was still recovering, he began to rub the fluid on his own erection, saving a finger-full to anoint Chichiri's anus. Chichiri sighed and lifted his hips, his warm brown eye broadcasting loving desire. Tasuki moved slowly, fitting himself against that tight ring, not wanting to hurt his lover. Chichiri made the decision for him, however, as he thrust his hips forward, impaling himself on his lover's shaft.

Both men moaned and froze, neither wanting to break that delicious moment of first penetration. Chichiri's body pulsed around Tasuki, and his shaft throbbed in response, and both men shuddered.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Tasuki began to move slowly in and out, driving them both insane with the intolerably slow pace he set. Chichiri moaned and writhed beneath him, trying to get Tasuki to move faster.

Gradually, Tasuki began to speed up the pace, his hard thrusts shoving Chichiri back onto the blankets. Chichiri cried out and wrapped his legs around Tasuki's waist, encouraging him to yet greater speeds.

Tasuki felt Chichiri grow hard beneath him once more, the heated length sliding between their sweat-slick bodies. "Oh… gods…" Tasuki began to pant, thrusting harder and harder into his lover. "Chichiri… gods you feel so good…"

Chichiri moaned in response and nuzzled against Tasuki's neck. "Tasuki… Tasuki… I love you…"

At the unexpected words, Tasuki's entire body tightened. He was close, so close, almost there…….
 
 

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Tasuki gasped and sat bolt upright in bed, her head spinning from more than just the sake she'd had earlier. Her entire body was tingling, her breasts felt tight and heavy, and there was a suspicious wetness between her legs. Blushing furiously, she glanced across the room to see if she had woken Chichiri.

The monk was lost in his own dreams, the mask making his face look deceptively peaceful. Tasuki thanked Suzaku for her luck, and lay back down in the sweat-soaked sheets. She was trembling with desire, unable to shake the images of the dream.

She choked down a sob, and then another, and finally buried her face in her pillow to muffle her crying. Oh, Suzaku, if only it had really happened that way. If only she'd had the strength to confess her love for Chichiri, instead of running away from him like a coward. Then she would be with him, instead of trapped in this miserable body. If only Chichiri's last words in the dream were a reality…

Turning on her side to face the monk, she stretched out a pale, slim arm towards the sleeping form in the other bed. "Chichiri…" she whispered sadly, longing for him, and knowing that she could never have him.
 
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