Li Houjun, former Suzaku Shichiseishi Chichiri, gazed unseeing at the ceiling of his room. He was sprawled out over his narrow bed, one arm thrown over his forehead, his thoughts firmly in the past.

:History repeats itself,: he thought, images from both of his lives swirling past his mind's eye. He and Tasuki had talked late into the night, the former bandit helping him to sort out his memories and get a grip on the new power which flowed through him. :I wonder if the person who said that had lived a past life? If not, they had NO idea how right they were.:

Rolling over, he pillowed his head on one arm and stared blankly at the wall. :Hikou, Kouran. Are we destined to repeat the same, bloody cycle, over and over again?: His free hand rose, shaking, to trace the outline of his scar. :An unending circle of jealousy and rage, bitterness and hatred?:

For the first time in many years, he allowed his thoughts to travel back to that horrible, terrible day. Now, he had a new basis for comparison - the same events, in his past life.

:Hikou. At least this time, I think I have a better understanding of what happened to us. You were so afraid of losing us to each other, weren't you? Baka. You never understood me. I would never have left you alone.:

He remembered the thrill of shock that had run through him when he walked in to his fiancee's house, to find her wrapped in the arms of his best friend. Now, he had another memory to go along with it - Hikou's last words to him in their previous life. "Just once, I wanted to feel it. The softness of her lips… her warmth."

A small chuckle escaped him, but there was no mirth in it. :What stupid, foolish children we were. Not even understanding our feelings. He was in love with her, she was in love with me… and I… I… I was miserably in love with him, and trying to deny it.:

Kouran; his fiancée, a bright spot in his life. Oh, he had loved her, he couldn't deny it - as a brother loves a sister, as one life-long friend loves another. When she had confessed her feelings for him, on his 15th birthday, he had been surprised and uncertain. Even then, he had known there was something 'different' about himself. When Hikou and his other male friends had been laughing and drooling over gorgeous female idols, he had found himself drawn more to the beautiful males. The phantom dreams of a decidedly male lover named 'Tasuki' hadn't helped the problem.

But he had been terrified of that 'differentness' inside him, afraid that his family and friends would reject him. Afraid, most of all, of losing Hikou's friendship and support. So he had buried it, deep down in his heart, and when Kouran had confessed her love, he had sworn to return it.

And at first, it had all worked out so well. Hikou had been happy for them, laughing and joking with their other friends that Houjun and Kouran were a storybook-perfect couple. It was Hikou who had covered for them on countless occasions when they had snuck away to be 'alone together'; it was Hikou who had supported Houjun through a massive case of nerves when he had first decided to propose to Kouran.

But somewhere along the line, the laughter and joking had turned bitter. He still didn't know just what had gone wrong; perhaps, in his efforts to deny his feelings for Hikou and force himself to fall in love with Kouran, he had avoided his friend too much. Perhaps Kouran, always jealous of the amount of time and attention her boyfriend gave his friend, had said something to Hikou to drive him away. All he knew for certain, was that his world had come tumbling down, that day he found them kissing.

He'd always known that Hikou was in love with Kouran. But seeing it, seeing her receive the passionate kiss that he had only dreamed of, something inside him had snapped, badly. Kouran's declaration that she could no longer marry him had only fueled his unreasoning rage.

:I would have been, if not happy, at least content, I think; married to her and with him as our best friend. But she wouldn't have been. She always sensed that there was someone I loved more than her, though she didn't know who it was. She would have grown bitter eventually. Perhaps she would even have discovered my secret; I certainly dreamed about him often enough, nearly as often as I dreamed of Tasuki. But it doesn't matter now - I'll never know what might have happened.:

He rolled onto his back, clenching his eyes shut and pressing the heels of his hands against them. False flashes of light fired in his mind, but it wasn't enough to block the memories of what happened next.

:Hikou, Hikou! Gods, what an idiot I was! Insane with jealousy and rage, I attacked you. I couldn't have you - and I didn't want anyone else to have you, either! I demanded that you give her back to me - but it wasn't really her I wanted, and we both knew it.:

He remembered the frantic look in Hikou's eyes, as they had struggled over the knife at the water's edge. Remembered the tears, blurring his own vision, even as the rage ate away inside him. He remembered the dawning comprehension on Hikou's face, the understanding of why his friend was truly so upset, even as the floodwaters dissolved the bank from beneath his feet.

:I dropped the knife and grabbed you - at least I had that much sense left to me. As Chichiri, I promised you that I would never let go of your hand again. And I didn't! I didn't let go! Hikou, WHY did you let go of my hand?!:

They'd both seen it coming; the log, with its jagged end, which would have struck Houjun across the face. In a split second that had lasted for an eternity, Hikou's eyes had widened in shock… and then he had released his hold on his friend's hand, jerking backwards and forcing Houjun's grip to break. He could still remember, the last words on his lips as the wild current had swept him away to a watery death: "Houjun, I forgive you. Remember."

:Now I know what he meant. In that last moment, I believe his memories returned to him, of his death in the past life. He KNEW that log would strike me, knew what would happen if it did. And he didn't want me to live with that pain again.:

Tears ran freely down his face now, as he continued to remember. "That scar… she would be shocked, to see it," the demon-Hikou had said to Chichiri as he lay dying from Tasuki's flame. :He was trying to prevent me from suffering with the knowledge that I had let him go - that I wasn't strong enough to hold him through the pain.:

He murmured aloud the words he had said then. "At that time… no matter what… I should never have let go." Sitting up, tears still streaming over his cheeks, he stood and walked to his mirror.

His scarred reflection looked back at him, eyes haunted and full of sorrow. Tear tracks on his cheeks heightened the feeling of great weight and despair which surrounded him. "In the last life, and in this one," he said aloud, his hand going to trace his scar once more. "Suzaku, why do you torture me so?"

:And his sacrifice didn't even save me. Here, I was not a Seishi, I had no powers, no Taiitsu-kun to take me in and train me. Here, now, I was only a frightened teenager, who returned to find his fiancée and family gone as well - everything, all of it, swept away by the floodwaters.: Confused, lost, and helpless in the face of flying accusations, he barely remembered his trial. He hadn't contested the guilty verdict - how could he? Though they had not died by his hand, it had been his actions which had caused both Kouran and Hikou's deaths.

Though his mind flinched away from the memories, he forced himself to relive those horrible years in prison. The guards had been callous and cruel, the other inmates malicious and sadistic. He had been brutally raped, repeatedly - the one time he had tried fighting back, he had lost his eye to a blunt, wooden knife that someone had fashioned.

:Perhaps that was my punishment, for making the same mistakes all over again. Aren't we supposed to learn, from one life to the next? To grow, and handle things better? Suzaku knows, I hurt Hikou and Kouran just as badly this time around.:

Cupping his hands before him, he felt energy gathering between his fingers. Such a strange sensation, the working of magic, and yet so familiar at the same time. A simple cantrip entered his mind, and he whispered the short incantation without thinking.

Energy coalesced in his hands, solidified, and became matter. He held a mask, ever smiling, ever cheerful. Blinking, he stared at it.

:In the last life, I hid my pain behind laughter and smiles. In this one, I hid it behind roughness and frowns. But I was always hiding.: Hesitantly, he raised the mask to his face. He felt a tingle in his skin, as the magical mask fastened itself securely to him. Looking in the mirror again, he was surprised at how odd the smiling face looked.

:That's not me, anymore. I don't need to hide behind a mask now. Hikou has forgiven me, in both lives - and I have Tasuki. I'm not afraid to face who I am anymore.: Reaching up, he removed the mask, and was surprised to find a hint of a real smile on his face. :I was hardly wearing it anymore, by the time Tasuki died, anyway,: he remembered. :He always hated it when I hid my real feelings from him.:

The sound of a key turning in the lock broke him from his reverie, and he turned as the door swung open.

"Man, Chichiri, I just ran into Soi - Kaen, you know - in the hall, and you wouldn't believe how bad she looks! She took one look at me and went tearing off in the other…" Tasuki broke off as he saw the mask in Chichiri's hands.

His eyes widened, and he stormed forward and grabbed the mask from his roommate's grasp. "Don't you dare," he snarled, anger glimmering in his amber gaze. "Don't you DARE start hiding from me like that, dammit!"

Chichiri felt the last of his sorrow melting away, washed out of him by the familiar argument with his lover. "I wasn't," he replied, smiling. "The incantation just came to me, and before I knew it, I was holding the mask. But I don't need it anymore."

"Yer damn straight you don't need it anymore!" Tasuki replied, crushing the offending object in his hands and tossing it into a wastebasket. "Dammit, I thought you worked through all this shit, when the demon-Hikou forgave you… OH!" He broke off, eyes wide. "Chiri… you went to prison… 'cause…"

"It happened again," Chichiri nodded, his smile wavering a little. "But… this time, I didn't let him go. He jerked out of my grasp. He remembered, I think, and wanted to spare me this time."

"Then… how did you get the scar?"

"In prison, like I said. I lost my eye in a fight." His expression darkened, and he looked away, unable to meet Tasuki's eyes.

Gentle fingers beneath his chin forced his face back up again, to meet a loving amber gaze. "You were raped, in prison, weren't you?" Chichiri nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. Tasuki pulled him into a crushing embrace. "It ain't your fault, Chiri. Don't EVER think any less of yourself 'cause of it, okay? Promise me."

"I… I don't, not really," Chichiri replied. "And I do promise you… as long as you promise me, you won't let what Kaen and Chuin did to you, make you think less of yourself."

"That's a promise, buddy," Tasuki said. His warm gaze became more serious, and Chichiri felt caught in the deep amber pools. "Chichiri, I love you. No matter what your past is, in this life or the last one, I love you with all my heart and soul."

"Tasuki… I…" he licked his lips, and swallowed hard. The heat in his once-lover's expression seemed to sear through him. "Tasuki, I love you too," he whispered finally, and was rewarded by the feel of Tasuki's lips on his own.

The kiss was hot and sweet, as they explored and relearned the taste and feel of one another. It felt strange, and yet familiar, and Chichiri was breathless by the time they finally pulled apart.

He buried his head in Tasuki's shoulder, as the ex-bandit's arms came up to surround him. Tasuki's hands traced soothing circles on his back, and Chichiri wound his own arms around his lover's waist.

"That's all in the past, Chiri," Tasuki murmured softly. "All that matters now, is that you and I are together again, like we were meant to be. Gods, I've missed you so much, even though I didn't know it!"

"I've missed you too, Tasuki. I've dreamed about you for years."

Tasuki gave him a fanged grin. "Yeah, I know. You talk in your sleep, didja know that?" Chichiri blushed, and he laughed. "I dreamed about you too. And it just about drove Kouji nuts."

Chichiri blinked. "Why did that drive Kouji nuts?"

Tasuki laughed. "'Cause every freakin' time he ever got me off, it was YOUR name I was callin'. And neither of us had a damned clue who the hell 'Chichiri' WAS."

Chichiri's good eye widened, and he blushed more. "You… when he… got you…" he squeaked. Suddenly many of the exchanges between the two friends, which had confused him at the time, made much more sense. "You're… together?"

Tasuki's expression darkened suddenly. "We were. But he didn't take the news that I was in love with you very well."

"Ah…" Chichiri was beginning to understand. "That's what you fought about, just before he left?"

"Yeah." Tasuki raked his hand through his hair. "It doesn't matter, though… if past experiences are anything to go on," he winked, "Kouji'll get over it eventually."

With a sudden move, Tasuki swept Chichiri off his feet, and dumped the protesting older boy onto his bed. "Enough talk," he growled, catching Chichiri's hands in his and leaning over till their faces were only inches apart. Chichiri felt his heart racing at his nearness. "It's been waaaaay too long since we've been together, dammit."

"Hai, no da," Chichiri whispered. He grinned to hear himself say it - the silly speech patterns of his past returned so easily, when he wasn't thinking about it. "Tasuki-kun no da… let's make our dreams into reality."

Tasuki's eyes sparkled with lust and love. "One dream-turned-real, comin' up," he replied, and leaned in for another kiss.

This one was a little less gentle than the last, and a good deal hotter; Chichiri felt as if his very bones were melting beneath Tasuki's fiery assault. He returned the kiss with equal fervor - he might have been somewhat shy and submissive in the last life, but he was a good deal more aggressive now!

Tasuki broke the kiss with a laugh as Chichiri's hands on his shoulders tumbled him backwards onto the narrow bed. Their positions now reversed, Chichiri half on top of him, he gave a fanged grin up at his partner. "What? You want somethin'?"

"You know what I want," Chichiri returned heatedly, as he leaned down to nibble delicately on Tasuki earlobe. The flame-haired youth gasped and squirmed beneath him, hands clenching in Chichiri's shirt.

"Ahhh… Chichiri!" Tasuki cried out as Chichiri thrust a wet tongue in his ear. Giggling, he wriggled away from the odd sensation. "Quit it, that tickles… oh!" He gasped again and threw his head back as Chichiri's tongue trailed down to the arch of his neck.

"So passionate," Chichiri murmured, drinking in the sight of Tasuki writhing beneath him. "Suzaku, I've dreamed of having you like this…" He bent his head to kiss his lover once more.

Tasuki's tongue swept out to meet his, tangling and dueling in a battle of lust. One of his hands threaded through Chichiri's silky dark hair, while the other came to rest firmly at his lower back.

When they broke for air, Tasuki brought a handful of Chichiri's longish hair around to the front, rubbing it between his fingers with a thoughtful look on his face. "For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why I had this nagging feeling that your hair was supposed to be BLUE," he chuckled. "But I like it this way, too… I like the way it frames your face."

Chichiri laughed. "I could turn it blue again fairly easily no da," he murmured, "If I used my magic. But I'd have a hard time explaining to people how I managed to get my bangs to stand straight up na no da!"

"Hair gel," Tasuki replied, chuckling at the image. "But if you really want to freak them out, just wear your mask. Good luck explaining where your scar went."

"I don't need to hide behind those things any more no da," Chichiri replied firmly. "I am myself no da, and I'm not ashamed of who I am now. I learned that much, at least, in the last life na no da."

"Well, good, 'cause I like ya best just as ya are," Tasuki replied, his voice husky with emotion.

Chichiri swept his own fingers through Tasuki's fiery locks. "Remind me to chop off both Kaen and Chuin's hair, in retaliation for cutting yours off, no da," he said fiercely. "It was beautiful. I lost a lot of sleep, picturing how it would look, loose and flowing around you in the midst of passion."

Tasuki blushed. "Geez, yer as bad as Kouji. I'm kinda glad it's short again, it was drivin' me nuts anyway. But feel free to do anything nasty you feel like to the bitches."

Chichiri blinked. "Did you say, earlier, that Kaen was SOI no da?"

"Yeah, they're Soi and Tomo. Can't you tell?"

"Yes, now that I think about it, it's obvious na no da. Great Suzaku… I wonder where Nakago is no da."

"Funny, I thought the same thing, when I realized who they were. But!" Tasuki wagged an admonishing finger in his face. "You're changing the subject! No more talking!" He fused his lips to Chichiri's to prevent the older boy from saying another word.

Chichiri readily complied, his body aching for Tasuki's touch. He leaned into the kiss, putting all the years of repressed, pent-up passion he had into it.

Tasuki gasped beneath the onslaught, then returned it with equal fervor. Without losing their liplock, he leaned upwards and tugging Chichiri downwards, reversing their positions once again.

Smirking, he broke away, his hand trailing down to the front of Chichiri's shirt. Chichiri gasped as nimble fingers found and toyed with his nipples through the thin cotton, while his other hand was busy with the buttons. As each clasp was released, Tasuki worshiped the newly-revealed expanse of golden skin with his tongue, causing Chichiri to cry out and writhe beneath him.

Chichiri grasped the bottom of Tasuki's t-shirt, and tugged, pulling the material out of his jeans. He continued pulling it upwards, and Tasuki sat up obligingly, allowing him to remove the shirt entirely. For a long moment, they just stared at one another, cataloguing the differences and similarities between their bodies now and then.

Both of them had more scars - without the Seishi's near-inhuman ability to heal wounds, more of their fights had left marks on them. Chichiri's body was a little firmer, and more muscled, though not much. Tasuki had one long scar, which wound upwards from his right lower abdomen to his left shoulder, from the knife fight that had gotten him sent to this school in the first place.

Chichiri traced the line with gentle fingers, his eye sad. Tasuki squirmed beneath the light touch, chuckling softly. "Oi, quit ticklin' me," he muttered, as he leaned down to claim another kiss. Chichiri arched up to meet him, and electricity crackled between them as their bare chests met.

Tasuki rolled himself over so that they were facing one another, neither dominant or submissive. "Chiri, I love you," he murmured breathlessly, his hands tracing winding paths over all of Chichiri's torso. Chichiri shivered beneath his touch, his own hands moving restlessly.

"I love you, too, Tasuki," he replied softly. "I've waited so long to find you again."

Tasuki let his hands dip lower, tracing the waistband of Chichiri's jeans teasingly. Sliding his hands around to his partner's back, he dipped beneath the denim at the small of his back. Chichiri tensed as his fingertips brushed along the top of his ass.

"It's okay," Tasuki soothed him. "I won't hurt you… you know that. You remember how good it felt, ne?"

"I… I trust you, Tasuki," Chichiri whispered in return. He grinned, suddenly. "And what makes you so sure you get to be seme? I'm not as passive as I used to be." With a shove, he was looming over his lover again, his fingers playing idly with Tasuki's nipple.

Tasuki's eyes widened. "Are you serious? I mean… if that's what you really want…" he broke off with a moan at Chichiri's ministrations.

Chichiri laughed. "Maybe, someday, I'll try it. But I like what you do to me. Still… I'm not just going to lie back and let you do what you want this time."

Tasuki gave him a fanged grin, eyes glittering with lust. "That's okay with me… but I'll warn ya, I like it a little rough."

Chichiri smirked. "That doesn't surprise me in the least, no da." He raked his nails down Tasuki's chest, and was rewarded with a gasp as Tasuki arched his back off the bed. Leaning in, he fastened his mouth over one of Tasuki's nipples, and began to suck hotly.

Tasuki twined the fingers of one hand in the hair at the back of Chichiri's head, his other hand going down to twist at Chichiri's own nipple. "Ya sure are a lot less shy," he husked. "I like it." He gave a little growl as Chichiri bit down gently, and bent to nibble at his lover's neck.

Chichiri's free hand wandered down to pass lightly over the front of Tasuki's jeans, where his arousal strained the fabric. He thrust his hips up, encouraging his partner to touch harder, but Chichiri trailed his hand away teasingly. Tasuki groaned against his neck, and bit him slightly in retaliation.

Chichiri moaned as Tasuki's tongue swept out to taste the skin just beneath his jaw. Shuddering, his fingers found and released the snap at the top of the younger boy's jeans.

Tasuki let his hands wander down Chichiri's back again, until he encountered the waistband once more. Teasingly, he slid his fingers around to his front, just barely brushing the skin beneath the fabric. Chichiri moaned and squirmed, falling back on the bed to give his lover better access.

Tasuki released the button at the top with a practiced flip of his wrist. He lowered the zipper slowly, allowing the back of his hand to brush up against Chichiri's arousal repeatedly, enjoying the way his lover moaned and threw his head back.

Slipping his hand beneath the denim, he snickered to encounter silk briefs. Massaging Chichiri's swollen member through the delicate material, he grinned to hear the older boy moan louder.

"Tasuki!" Chichiri gasped, thrusting his hips up and driving his erection harder into Tasuki's palm. Tasuki responded by freeing him from the briefs, tugging his jeans down around his thighs and leaving him exposed to the chill air in the room.

Chichiri shivered, bringing his hands down to tug his jeans off completely. Now he was completely naked before his lover, Tasuki's eyes hungrily taking in every inch of exposed alabaster skin.

He traced his fingers lightly over Chichiri's thighs, loving the way the other boy's eyes lit up with lust at his actions. Slowly, he moved his hands to his own pants, drawing them down his legs and tossing them off the bed.

Tasuki stretched out, facing Chichiri, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Wrapping their arms around each other and tangling their legs, they strove to get as close to one another as was physically possible. Their groins brushed together, making them both gasp and moan, as their tongues battled back and forth for dominance.

"I wanna make you feel good, Chiri…" Tasuki whispered, pulling back a little and wrapping his hand around Chichiri's erection. Chichiri's head thrashed on the pillow as Tasuki pumped his fist slowly up and down, his thumb rubbing over the tip gently.

Tasuki grinned to feel several drops of moisture already formed there, and he brought his fingers to his lips to taste. The sweet, salty flavour was like honey on his tongue, and he licked his lips in anticipation, before wiggling downwards and ducking his head.

Chichiri cried out as Tasuki swallowed him whole, his tongue dragging across the sensitive tip and swirling down the sides. Slowly, deliberately, he pumped his head up and down, drawing out the exquisite sensations. One hand came down to fondle his swollen sacs, before trailing further downwards to tease at his hole.

Chichiri thrust his hips against Tasuki's restraining arm, panting hard. He grabbed at Tasuki's shoulder, tugging upwards firmly.

Tasuki raised his head in confusion. "What? You don't want me to?"

Chichiri shook his head, his voice hoarse with passion. "No… I want to taste you, too. Turn around!"

Tasuki's eyes widened, and he gave a little growl of pleasure. Never had Chichiri been so forward in their lovemaking - it was a change he definitely approved of. He squirmed around until he was facing the foot of the bed, sprawled out on top of his lover. Hungrily, he swallowed Chichiri once more, licking and sucking at his entire length.

He nearly screamed aloud when Chichiri returned the favour, his hot, warm mouth engulfing the tip of his member and then withdrawing. His tongue licked up and down the length, then swirled around the tip like he was licking an ice cream cone.

Tasuki gasped, pulling away for a moment. "Chiri… where'd you learn to do that?"

He could feel Chichiri's smirk against him. "By remembering what you used to do to me, no da," he answered, before returning to his efforts to drive Tasuki absolutely crazy.

Tasuki was lost in the pleasure, swept up and carried off by a million sensations. Nothing in this life had ever felt so RIGHT, as making love to his Chichiri. Finally, he had to jerk his hips out of Chichiri's reach, before their fun was ended prematurely.

"Nani?" Chichiri gasped. "Did I do something wrong?"

Tasuki shook his head, turning to face his lover once more. "Hell, no. You were doin' just fine. TOO fine… was about to choke ya." He grinned, to see a dazed, passionate look in his lover's eyes.

Chichiri kissed him passionately, urgency clear in both of their actions. Tasuki pulled away, gasping, to mutter, "You ready for this? I wanna draw it out, but it's been too damn long…"

Chichiri nodded. "I want you… Suzaku, I want you so badly, Tasuki! Take me, please… I want to be yours again. I want to be one with you!"

Tasuki shivered at the raw passion and longing in his lover's voice, and slipped off the bed. "Chotto," he muttered, padding across the room to dig through one of his desk drawers. Chichiri watched him, curious, then blushed as he pulled out a small tube triumphantly.

"One improvement over the last life," Tasuki grinned at him, flipping the cap open and squeezing some of the oil onto his palm to warm it. "We don't hafta improvise."

The lubricant sufficiently warmed, he coated two fingers in the puddle on his palm, and carefully began to work them into Chichiri's body. The older boy fisted his hands in the sheets and arched his back off the bed, striving to push those intrusive fingers deeper inside himself. Tasuki smirked and kissed him, but took his time, not wanting to hurt his lover.

When he was able to fit three fingers all the way inside Chichiri's body, he pulled back and used the remaining oil to lubricate his own shaft. Chichiri trembled with anticipation and desire, his warm brown gaze melting with passion. Shivering slightly, Tasuki positioned himself carefully over his soul mate's body.

"You ready?" he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of Chichiri's ear and making him shudder a little.

"Hai no da…" Chichiri moaned, barely coherent. Tasuki probed forward, and they both gasped as the head of his erection slipped past the resisting ring. "Deeper, Tasuki! Please…"

Tasuki slid forward an inch at a time, reveling in the tightness and heat of his lover's body. Chichiri's legs came up to wrap around his waist, driving him further in, until with a last gasp, he was engulfed to the base.

They were both panting as he halted, wanting to draw out the incredible sensations. Chichiri squirmed beneath him, trying to make him move, his hands clenching and unclenching against Tasuki's back.

Finally, he just couldn't stand it anymore. He drew back, then thrust in again, rocking his hips forward to get the maximum penetration. Chichiri sobbed in pleasure, thrusting his own hips up to meet Tasuki, as they began a driving rhythm. Their bodies perfectly in synch, they thrust together again and again.

Tasuki felt his vision graying out at the edges, as the pleasure began to overwhelm him. Shifting his weight to one hand, he brought the other down to wrap around his lover's straining erection, pumping in time to his thrusts.

With a wild cry, Chichiri came, his body tightening around Tasuki's as his seed spurted forth to coat his stomach. Tasuki threw his head back and screamed as he too came, emptying himself into Chichiri's body.

Unable to support himself on his trembling arms, he collapsed into his lover's embrace. Chichiri stroked his back gently, as their bodies unwound and cooled down slowly.

"Wo ai ni no da," Chichiri murmured sleepily, his arms tightening around Tasuki's torso in a brief hug.

"Wo ai ni, Chiri-chan," Tasuki replied, reaching down and snagging the covers to pull them over their sweat-soaked bodies. "Zutto. Wo ai ni."
 
 
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