Last Chapter for Archive
LOL. I think I rewrote a third of this chapter!
Title: Once Upon a Dream - Chapter Four: Fulfilled
Author: M. Raven Croft
Fandom: Fushigi Yuugi
Pairing: Tasuki X Chichiri
Warning: Rating for bad bandit language, and some sexual contents…
Beta: swirly_ayuri
…..If I know you, I know what you’ll do
You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream………..
“Nothin’ happened, Chiri! I swear.” Tasuki’s voice was tense with emotion.
“You don’t even remember, Tasuki. But it’s alright, na no da. You two were together long before I came into the picture, and I understand the attachment.” His own voice was quiet and almost emotionless. He felt the need to shut off all feelings or he would drown in the sadness threatening to engulf him. Feelings he hadn’t felt since the incident with Kouran and Hikou emerged, and he feared he would lose control. Not Tasuki. He never thought he would feel that pain of betrayal from Tasuki. “It’s probably better this way.” He turned to walk away, but a strong hand gripped his arm and whirled him back to face the angry bandit.
“Why won’t you fuckin’ believe me? I love YOU, Chiri. I would never do that to ya.” Tasuki was nearly shouting in his desperate attempt to get his lover to believe him.
Chichiri turned sad mahogany eye to his lover. “I saw you. In his bed.” Naked and wrapped in another man’s arms was left unsaid. A single tear rolled down his cheek in spite of his attempts to stay unemotional. “I saw you.” It was barely a whisper but Tasuki heard it.
“I… don’t remember any of it.” Tasuki cradled his head in his hands and choked back sobs.
“You were pretty drunk already when I left the dining hall. Maybe it was my fault; I should never have left you to drink more. But whatever the reason, it happened.” He paused, not able to stop the quivering in his voice. He cleared his throat and continued, “I’m not leaving you, Tasuki. I… just need some time alone, no da. I’m going for a walk, that’s all.” He walked out the door, leaving Tasuki crying brokenheartedly.
The sun was warm and high when he got to the lake. In his solitude, he allowed himself to cry to his heart’s content. He kept telling himself that even if it had happened, Tasuki was not in total control of his faculties. He couldn’t even remember it, so it couldn’t have been important. But his heart ached at the thought of the man who brought love and life back to him naked in another man’s bed.
He wasn’t sure how long he was there and was surprised to feel Kouji’s chi approaching. He let out a sigh, not sure he was ready to deal with this. With a sinking heart, he waited for the other man to join him.
“Chichiri?” Kouji’s voice was strangely contrite. None of the silly one-man greeting chorus Kouji always used.
Chichiri nodded his greeting. His smiling mask effectively hid any emotional turmoil from the bandit.
“Can I sit with you?” Kouji asked, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
“Of course, no da.” He patted the spot of grass next to him.
They sat silently looking out into the lake for some time. Finally Kouji spoke up.
“He loves you so damn much, Chiri,” Kouji said quietly, so quietly that Chichiri almost couldn’t hear him.
He remained silent. It was strange that this man would come to tell him that. Wasn’t what happened last night what Kouji had wanted?
Kouji continued, “I’ve never seen him like this the whole fuckin’ time I’ve known him.” Kouji’s voice shook slightly. “I’ve never seen him happier than when he is with you.” Here Kouji turned to look pointedly at him. “And I’ve never seen him this broken.”
Kouji continued to look at him. “Nothin’ happened, Chiri. I’m sorry to say that I really did want somethin’ ta happen but he won’t have none of that.” Kouji began to cry silent tears. “Shit! I missed him so badly I thought if I could just get him in my bed, we could go back to the way things were. I don’t know what the hell I was thinkin’. He fuckin’ passed out on the way back to your room so I just put him in mine.” Kouji bowed before the stunned man in front of him. “I realize now that you two belong together. I love him; he’s my fuckin’ best friend. But I know that only you can make him happy. Please Chiri, he didn’t cheat on ya!”
He stared dumbfounded at the man bowed in front of him. ‘Nothing happened.’ He bolted to his feet, remorse flooding his whole being. Tasuki! What had he done to his Tasuki?
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“Ryo. Ryo, we’re here.” Someone shook his shoulders gently, calling him.
“Tasuki, I’m sorry,” Ryo mumbled, coming out of his sleep. He blinked sleepily and found gentle blue eyes staring down at him.
“Who’s Tasuki?” Randy asked.
“Oh… um… a friend.” Ryo swallowed the aching lump in his throat.
“You must have been really beat; you were out like a light.” Randy came around and helped him out of the taxi. The intensity of the dream left Ryo breathless and weak, so he allowed the other man to help steady him as they walked to his apartment.
Once inside, Randy helped Ryo to the couch and deposited his pack on the dining table. He came to stand arms akimbo in front of Ryo and studied him critically.
“You look pale. I’m making you some tea.” Randy went towards the kitchen.
“Hm… that sounds good, no da.” Ryo blinked in surprise. Did he just say “no da”? He looked around towards the kitchen to see if Randy had noticed the strange little speech pattern, but the younger man was busy rummaging around the cupboards.
“Chamomile okay?” Randy called from the kitchen.
“Yes, thank you.” There! That sounded perfectly fine. He leaned back on the couch and took several deep breaths. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that he had wronged the most important person in his life? ‘Because you had,’ his mind reproached him. In his dream, he had wronged Tasuki and now he had hurt Terry. Terry who said he was Tasuki. Terry whose only crime was to offer him love.
“I promise you this: whatever happens, I will never stop loving you, Tasuki.”
“You’ll forget…” Tasuki said sadly.
“Never,” he told his lover firmly.
A soft knock on the door brought Ryo back to the present.
“I’ll get it,” Randy called. “You sit,” he told Ryo firmly and went to answer the door. Ryo couldn’t fathom who could be visiting him; he didn’t usually have visitors. And why the heck was this foreign stranger so bossy?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” came Terry’s clear, hard voice. Ryo’s eyes widened in surprise, and he swung around in his seat to face the door. His jaw dropped. A very pissed off Terry was standing in the doorway sizing up Randy, who had to be at least four inches taller than him.
“I told you I was taking Ryo home. What the hell are you doing here?” Randy was not fazed. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he realized what was going on. “Wait a minute. Don’t tell me that Ryo had something to do with your fight with Ken.”
“It’s none of your damn business, Randy. I need to talk to Ryo. Alone.” He pushed his way into the apartment and stopped short when he saw Ryo watching them silently over the back of the couch.
“Damn it, Terry!” Randy’s voice was edged with suppressed anger. “I don’t know what the hell your game is but leave Ryo out of it.” He came to stand between Ryo and Terry. “I know you, man. I won’t have you adding Ryo to your Men-I-Fucked list. What possessed you to do this shit to Ken?”
At the mention of his ex-lover’s name, Terry eyes clouded over and his expression became pained. When he spoke, his voice was strained and hoarse with emotion.
“You have no idea how sorry I am about that. I’ve never wanted to hurt him; he’s my best friend.” Terry opened his eyes and turned to Ryo. Pain was clearly etched on his features. “But you. You are my life, my breath… my very soul.” His eyes filled with tears. “You promised you’d never forget,” Terry accused brokenly. “You fuckin’ promised.”
Ryo gasped at the pain in Terry’s eyes, and images from the dreams came unbidden to his mind.
Tasuki crying when Chichiri abandoned him.
Tasuki trying to convince his lover of his love.
Tasuki wronged by him.
Tasuki telling him sadly that he’ll forget… and his own denial…”Never”…
But now he wasn’t so sure they were just dreams…
Ryo let out a strangled cry as he leapt off the couch into Terry arms. “Tasuki, I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.” He wasn’t sure if he meant that he was sorry for doubting him then or that he was sorry he had caused him so much pain here and now. All he knew was that he needed to make this man feel better. He needed to make everything right again. He clung to Terry as if he would disappear should Ryo ever let him go. Gods, this felt so good, so right. Ryo had never in his entire life felt this completeness, this contentment that he was feeling now. Who cared if it was decided a thousand years ago? He had made that decision, he and Tasuki. He could live with that… forever.
“Er…” Randy cleared his throat uncomfortably. “What’s going on, guys?” He looked really confused, poor guy.
“Randy! Um…” What could he possibly say?
“Do you guys…” Randy waved a hand back and forth between Ryo and Terry. “… like… know each other or something?”
Ryo looked back to Terry - Tasuki - and ran a hand tenderly down the side of the younger man’s face. “Yeah,” he said without looking away from the sparkling golden eyes. “A long, long time ago.” With a sigh, he turned to the confused Randy and said, “Thank you so much for bringing me safely home.” His hold tightened on Terry when he felt the other man stiffened. “Terry’s right, we need to talk. I’m sorry…” Ryo trailed off, unsure of how to boot the man out.
Silence was thick in the room as Randy looked from him to Terry.
The teakettle decided to create a diversion at that moment, and they all let out breaths they weren’t aware they were holding. Ryo disengaged himself from Terry and went to turn off the gas. When he returned to the living room, he found Randy and Terry still locked in the staring contest. After what seemed like hours to Ryo, Randy nodded curtly and said, “I’ll check on Ken.”
“I’d appreciate it,” Terry said quietly as Randy headed for the door. Randy did not reply but nodded again as he gave Ryo a quick glance before leaving the apartment.
Left alone, Ryo suddenly couldn’t find his voice. They stood there, staring at each other, not sure how to start now that the adrenaline had worn off.
Terry broke the silence with, “I’m not supposed to rush you.”
Ryo raised his brows. “Really? Why?”
“Because…” Terry broke off, frowning. “I don’t know, some crazy old coot was telling me that.” Ryo nodded, having a pretty good idea who the “old coot” was. “I also read the paper you gave us at the shrine. You know, the ones with the stories. I think I know what’s going on.” While Terry was talking, he had moved closer to Ryo and was now only inches away.
“Tell me,” Ryo urged softly.
“It’s pretty weird,” Terry warned.
Ryo smiled, nodding in encouragement. “It’s okay. I think I can handle it.” And he could. He knew that now.
Something in his expression must have reassured Terry that he wouldn’t laugh or actually kick him out. “Our dreams… they were our memories… I remember those guys. You know… the other warriors.” Terry reached up and gently stroked Ryo’s scar. “I’m glad you didn’t lose your eye this time around.”
Ryo took in a sharp breath and barely managed to refrain from flinging his arms around the ex-bandit. “Me too,” he said breathlessly.
He traced Terry’s lower lip tenderly with his index finger, marveling at the familiarity of the act. He hissed sharply when Terry took his finger in his mouth and sucked gently. Yes, this is so familiar. He closed his eyes and moaned. The delicious sensation rushing through his body made Ryo weak in the knees, and he was infinitely grateful as he felt strong arms circle his waist and pull him against Terry’s strong, lean body. Ryo felt the hardness pressed insistently against his own growing arousal and shuddered uncontrollably as Terry ground their hips together.
Ryo moaned a protest when Terry removed his finger but was promptly pacified when warm lips covered his. All complaints forgotten as persistent tongue probed and caressed the recesses of his mouth. Ryo had never experienced anything like this before. Dreams - memories - of Tasuki was one thing, but outside of that, he had never been so plundered. Both hands came up to cup the redhead’s face as he gave as good as he got and was rewarded when Terry moaned into his mouth.
Ryo’s own arousal was becoming painful, and with every friction he was brought closer to his release.
“No.” He broke free abruptly, panting hard.
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Terry released Ryo immediately and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I… I wasn’t going to rush you.” He was also breathing hard, and his own aching member was screaming at him to grab Ryo again.
“No. I meant not here. Not like this.” Ryo took Terry’s hand and towed him into the bedroom.
Terry let out a huge sigh of relief, and when they had reached the bed, he pulled the older man to him once more. “Look, we don’t have to do this,” he forced himself to say.
Ryo blinked at him dazedly. “We don’t?”
“No…”
Ryo frowned and tried to move out of his arms.
“It’s not that I don’t want to because I do! Very, very much!” He reassured Ryo quickly with a kiss. “I just don’t want to rush you.”
Ryo regarded him with more than a little exasperation. “You keep saying that.”
Terry tightened his hold around Ryo’s slim body. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said solemnly.
Ryo studied him silently for a few moments, and he thought his lost lover had a change of heart. He knew that Ryo was thinking about Ken and his comments in the wooden shack earlier in the day. He made no excuses as there were none to offer; he had been a cad. But if Chichiri’s memories really had returned, then the man would surely know that nothing - and no one - else mattered now that they had found each other.
As if Ryo understood his apprehension, he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on Terry’s lips. “You won’t lose me,” he murmured softly.
“Even if I get drunk and do stupid things?” Terry asked hesitantly as he remembered one of the fights they’d had.
Ryo smiled and tenderly caressed his cheek. “We’ll just have to make sure you don’t drink without me, no da.”
Terry took a shaky breath and crushed Ryo to him, his face buried in the older man’s neck. “I’ve missed that so much! Every time I hear it - in my dreams I… I… and then I wake up and it’s gone! This feeling just…”
“It’s okay. I know. I feel it too.”
He looked up and gave Ryo a heartfelt smile before pulling the older man into a hungry kiss. While he understood that Ryo recognized him and their bond, he had intended to remain controlled and take things easy. Ryo had seemed reserved and inexperienced in this life, and he would hate to do anything that the other man would regret later. All those good intentions, however, flew out the window when Ryo moaned into his mouth and pressed closer to him. The hardness that rubbed against his hips was clearly an invitation to ravish, if not downright a demand. With a suppressed groan, he deepened the kiss, devouring every soft whimper that escaped Ryo. Terry had never felt such need as he was feeling now. Of all the men and women he’d been with, none had affected him the way this man was affecting him now. All those people…. He now understood the restlessness in his sexual activities. He was looking for this man, and he had found him.
When they reluctantly broke apart for air, Terry kept a firm hold of Ryo; his hands framed both sides of the man’s face tenderly. He rested his forehead against his lover’s and closed his eyes. “This is so much like the dreams but… way hotter,” he murmured shakily.
Ryo laughed softly, his breath warm on Terry’s face. “I know what you mean. All of a sudden, I feel like I’ve never lost you. Like… we’ve done this everyday, yet…”
“Like we’ve taken a long trip apart and we’re finally home,” Terry added.
Ryo nodded. “Yeah, that.”
“I feel like we should talk and shit but I’m gonna die if I don’t get ta come like now.”
Ryo laughed, pulling him closer so that their erections ground together. “You sound just like Tasuki,” he said breathlessly.
Terry groaned, shuddering violently at the sudden pressure. He gripped Ryo’s ass and drove his cock against him shamelessly. “I am Tasuki, Chiri,” he panted between thrusts. “Always have been and always will be. Forever your Tasuki.” He couldn’t believe he was still coherent. Fuck, he was so close.
Ryo choked back a sob, his eyes tearing up. Then he shuddered, his breath caught suddenly as if surprised. Terry felt Ryo’s cock jerk against his. Warmth soaked through Ryo’s pants, and the smell of his cum filled the air between them. Fuck! That was so hot! Terry grunted as his climax hit him abruptly. He continued thrusting, riding out his orgasm while nuzzling and nibbling at his lover’s neck.
“Fuck,” he said shakily. “I feel like I’m fifteen or somethin’.”
Ryo tilted his head back, allowing Terry free reign of his neck. “It just means we can take our time on the second round.”
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The second round was definitely slower, though not any less pleasurable - more so if anything. There was no urgency, no rush, just tenderness that left an aching sweetness in Ryo’s chest. He sighed and writhed on the bed as Terry paid homage to one particularly sensitive spot on the inside of his thigh.
Terry grunted and looked up at him with a happy smile. “That’s the same spot ya used to go crazy for, too.” Then he dove back down and reacquainted himself with Ryo’s “spot.”
While he loved the attention Terry showered him with, he wanted to pleasure the other man as well. He urged Terry up and pulled him to lie down on his side facing him. “You’re doing all the work,” he said. “I feel selfish.”
“Are ya nuts?” Terry took his hand and brought it to the leaking length between Terry’s legs. “I totally get off on making you feel good. I could come by just watching you, baby.”
That was Terry talking - Ryo could now discern between the two easily. Tasuki had never called him baby. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Part of him knew that for twenty odd years, Tasuki had been Terry just as he himself probably had characteristics that weren’t quite Chichiri-like. It would take getting used to, he supposed.
“What is it?” Terry asked. “You want me to slow down a bit?”
Ryo shook his head. “No. Sorry. Just thinking.”
Terry gave him an affectionate look. “You still think too much.”
Ryo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and you still talk too much.”
“Hey! Let me remind you that I was not talking earlier. You’re the one who wanted me to stop what I was doing.”
Ryo laughed and pulled his lover in for a kiss - one that would prove he did not think too much.
Terry groaned in appreciation and kissed back hungrily. His hands slowly moved to caress down Ryo’s chest, pausing to rub tantalizingly at the sensitized nubs. Ryo moaned into his mouth and arched into the teasing hands. Encouraged by Ryo’s reactions, Terry continued his assaults. He gently pushed Ryo onto his back, his tongue flicking out to lap at the skin, leaving a wet trail down Ryo’s neck to the collarbone. As his lips advanced to Ryo’s chest, his hands wandered lower to play with the area just above the pubic line. Ryo couldn’t decide what he wanted to feel more of, the torturously sweet sucking at his nipples or the rough hands toying so close to his arousal.
Nudging Ryo’s legs apart, Terry positioned himself between them while his lips and tongue continued to descend, bathing Ryo with slick, delicious heat. When he thought Terry would tease him forever, the torture stopped - only to crest when Terry took his entire length in his mouth. Ryo came almost instantly, shooting spurts of hot seeds into his lover’s mouth. Still panting, he rode out the waves of his orgasm as Terry continued to suck and lick him clean.
“Gods, you taste just like I remember - perfect.” Terry crawled up along his spent body and kissed him. “Ya liked that?” he asked, as he flicked his tongue teasingly across Ryo’s lips.
Ryo nodded, speechless, as he slowly returned to a less chaotic state. He licked his lips where Terry had touched and saw that Terry was watching his tongue intently. He flicked the tip of his tongue across his lips again, tasting himself. Terry let out a feral growl and swooped down to plunder Ryo’s mouth hungrily.
Although he knew that this was not new in their past lives, some part of him was still uncertain - shy almost. Terry’s obvious need and desire for him gave Ryo confidence and courage. He flipped the other man onto his back and hovered over him.
“My turn,” he said huskily, then leaned down to place a lingering kiss on his startled lover’s lips.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Terry grinned.
“If you’re still talking, I’m seriously out of practice.”
Ryo thought he’d have to do some deep Chichiri-channeling to get his nerve up, but when he looked down at Terry, flushed and aroused, spread pliant under him, he knew he wouldn’t have a lot to channel at all. The thick, hot length, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum pressing into his hip bone boosted his confidence even more, and all of a sudden he wanted nothing more than to have that hard flesh inside him.
Ryo wrapped his hand firmly around Terry’s cock and gave him short swift strokes. Terry moaned and thrust up urgently into the hand. With every touch and every stroke, Ryo knew that he was bringing the younger man that much closer to the edge… and while he would love to see the cocky Terry unraveled before his eyes, he wanted something else as well. Ryo pulled his hand away and whispered huskily, “Would you like me to finish this now or would you like to finish inside me?”
“Shit, shit, shit!” Terry all but hopped off the bed to stand practically vibrating next to it. “Are you sure about that?”
“Very sure, Tasuki no da.” Ryo lied back on the bed and spread his legs invitingly. “I think you’d need to be a little closer, though.”
Terry swallowed hard and nodded vigorously. “Right. Right. Be right back, Chiri. Gotta get something to make it easy on ya.” He ran out of the room before Ryo could tell him about the supplies in his nightstand.
Ryo propped himself up on his elbows, listening as the ex-bandit mumbled and rummaged through something. Then the redhead came back with the tube of lube and a foil packet held triumphantly in his hand, his impressive erection bobbing in obvious agreement.
Ryo raised his brows at the supplies, not surprised in the least that Terry would have them with him. Terry grinned sheepishly. “Gotta be prepared, you know…” he trailed off, cheeks flaming to nearly match his hair. “Chiri…”
Ryo waved the younger man over and Terry settled uncertainly between his legs. “That was before I found ya, Chiri. There’s never gonna be no one else but you.”
Tears filled Ryo’s eyes. “Make me yours, Tasuki. I’ve been empty without you for so long.”
“For you, Chiri, anything.” Then he looked sharply at Ryo. “You called me Tasuki!”
Ryo laughed at the comical look on Terry’s face. “Do you mind?” he asked softly, also recalling that Terry had called him “Chiri.” It felt right.
“Nah! I guess it could be like having a nickname or somethin’. I mean, he’s me and I’m him, right? We’re one and the same.”
“Yes. I realize that now. Souls don’t ever change; they move on and they learn new things, but fundamentally, they’re the same.”
Terry couldn’t thank his lucky stars enough for bringing his soul mate back to him. “Relax, love, I want to make this good for you.”
Ryo wanted to tell Terry that it had always been good with him, but the younger man eased one slicked finger into his hole, gently working it in and out, making it impossible for Ryo to speak. Oh gods, that felt good. Why hadn’t it felt like this with anyone else? A finger was a finger… wasn’t it?
Once Terry was sure that he was comfortable with one finger, he slowly inserted another, moving them inside his passage. Ryo was now thrusting down into his lover’s hand, wanting and needing more of that friction. His erection was prominent again, and pre-cum dripped from the purple engorged tip, pooling on his stomach.
Terry removed his fingers, and Ryo protested the loss of that brain-numbing feeling. He looked disapprovingly at his lover, and his breath caught in his throat. Terry, gloriously tan and lean, was sheathing his cock and coating it with lube. That was seriously hot!
“Are ya ready, Ryo?”
Chichiri’s sense of humor wanted Ryo to say no just to see what his bandit lover would say, but they’d both waited too long for this, so he put a lid on it… for now. “Yes would be an understatement, no da.”
Terry groaned and braced his arms under Ryo’s knees. “We’ll go slowly. None of that stuff you pulled like the last time.”
Chichiri’s memory recalled how he’d impatiently impaled himself on Tasuki and the pain was more than a little uncomfortable. Yeah, none of that this time, though he was getting desperate. He could just feel the head of his lover’s cock nudging gently at his entrance, and he ached to have that hard length inside him. Tasuki, however, was determined not to hurt him again. Damn bandit.
“Just do it, Terry!” Ryo pushed himself downwards, intending on taking the length himself, but Terry was prepared for that. He resisted Ryo’s attempt and slowly, maddeningly eased his way inside. Ryo arched up, trying to hurry him along, but Terry continued to rock his hips forward, slowly but steadily sheathing himself.
“Fuck!” Terry gasped between pants. “You feel so fucking good.” He remained completely still, waiting for Ryo to adjust to the thickness. Ryo moaned, feeling almost too full, but the elusive pleasure dancing just beyond reach of his prostate was too much. He needed Terry to move, to touch him there…
Ryo rolled his hips, moaning loudly. “Move! Gods, please move!” he cried as he rocked into Terry. “Now!”
That seemed to be all the encouragement Terry needed. Muttering something about a bossy monk, he withdrew until only the head remained embedded in Ryo’s ass, and then slammed back in with force that made Ryo scream in pleasure. Tirelessly, his partner drove into him, determined only to bring them both shattering pleasure.
Sparks exploded behind Ryo’s closed eyelids as Terry hit that spot deep inside again and again. His aching cock twitched at the friction generated by their two bodies, sending chills throughout his body. They continued this pace until Terry shifted his weight and gripped Ryo’s erection in hand, pumping in time with his thrusts.
Suddenly it was all too much for Ryo. The pressure that had been building uncoiled, spreading through his body like Tasuki’s flames. Ryo’s world went white as intense pleasure erupted from the very core of his being. He came with a shout, pumping hard and sending hot liquid into the hand that gripped him. The spasms of Ryo’s body around Terry’s cock caused his lover to moan his name as he too stiffened and, with a hoarse cry, spilled himself into Ryo's still trembling body.
Spent and completed sated, they lay silently holding each other. No words could describe the utter bliss they were experiencing. They were complete. Their destiny fulfilled. They were one once again. Somewhere in the back of their minds, they heard a bird cry as they drifted off to sleep, bathed in the ethereal red glow of their God’s love.
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“Mmm… Chiri…” Ryo woke to someone murmuring his name. He blinked in the dim light and looked at his alarm clock. It read six p.m.
Warm legs tangled around his, and he jerked away abruptly until he recognized the bright flaming hair of his lover. He laughed softly; not even the low lighting could snuff out the brilliance of Tasuki’s hair.
Tasuki. Terry. Warm fuzzy feelings grew in the pit of his stomach at the sight of his soul mate cuddling next to him. This was perfect. Why had he resisted it in the beginning?
Then Ryo jerked upright in bed. Six p.m.! “Oh, no,” he groaned. He had a reception to go to at eight. This was not good. Gently he pushed Terry off him and heard the other man mutter his name again. Ryo smiled as he stripped and hopped into the shower. He didn’t want to leave his love now that they’d found each other again, but this reception was for his mentor and he simply could not miss it. Maybe Terry would come with him…
The shower door opened suddenly, and Ryo whirled around, catching his breath as a very naked Terry stepped into the stall with him. He blinked and swallowed as blood rushed to his groin once again at the sight of the gloriously golden Terry. His lover sure was good for his ego. How many times had they gone at it last night?
“Hi,” he squeaked. Nothing else came to mind.
“I can’t sleep if you’re not with me, Ryo.” Terry pulled him into his arms and nuzzled his neck. Water trailed down the former bandit’s hair and body, making them both slick as they moved against each other.
“Er… Terry?” he breathed. “We don’t have much time; I have to go to a… a thing.” What was it called again?
“We’re halfway there already, Chiri.” Terry licked the cascading water from the side of his throat, while his hand tucked and pulled at Ryo’s hardening length. “I need you,” Terry murmured into his mouth as the redhead devoured his lips hungrily. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Well! What could he possibly say to that?
Terry grabbed the shower gel and coated Ryo’s cock, rubbing just a little longer than necessary. “Please, Chiri. I want ya to fuck me.”
Jeeeeezuz. Ryo nearly came right there. He looked into Terry’s amber eyes, dark with desire, and then turned the younger man around to face the wall of the shower stall and spread his legs wide. Ryo took some of the gel and worked it between Terry cheeks, seeking out the hidden entrance. He pressed one finger in gingerly while he reached around the younger man to grab his erection. Terry moaned and thrust back into Ryo’s finger, then thrust forward into his grip. As Terry pumped back and forth, Ryo inserted another finger and worked to loosen the tight ring.
Terry was moving frantically against the double stimuli. “Now, Ryo. NOW!”
“Who’s bossy now?” Ryo muttered. “I need to go get the condom.”
Terry snorted, and then handed him the foil pack. “Told ya I’m always prepared, Chiri.”
“You little slut,” Ryo mumbled affectionately as he ripped the packet open.
“Just your slut now, baby.”
“You better believe it.” Ryo rolled the condom on and coated that with more lube. Then he slowly pushed into Terry’s body. Terry rocked back against him, and Ryo found himself embedded to the root inside the trembling body.
“If you recall, I like it rough, Ryo. I ain’t gonna break.” He thrust back hard against Ryo to demonstrate.
Ryo was seeing red as he pounded into the incredibly tight heat. Their bodies slick with water and shower gel, they continued the familiar rhythm, gasping and grunting their pleasure. Terry moaned as Ryo hit his prostate and shuddered uncontrollably. He grabbed his arousal and pulled it in time with Ryo’s long strokes, and within seconds shouted out his release, spilling into his hands and the shower wall.
The sound of Terry’s climax and the tightening of the already tight passage pushed Ryo over the edge as well, and he emptied himself with a strangled cry into the condom deep inside his lover.
They helped each other wash up as best they could, though they stopped here and there for quick kisses and caresses. Ryo, deciding that he did not want to be without his love for even one minute, insisted that Terry join him. Since they were similar in build, Terry being only an inch or so taller, he was able to fit into Ryo’s suit. Within half an hour of their bath time fun, the two men were out the door.
* * * *
The reception hall was filled with professors and teachers, and Terry had never felt more like he was back in school. Ryo looked great! He was in his element. Terry felt like the dunce they let out for good behavior.
“TASUKI!” Terry whirled at the sound of his name and was glomped by a gorgeous girl with hair so black it had looked dark purple at first glance. Then he realized that it was those crazy colorful glitters that girls were into nowadays. He pushed her off of him roughly.
“Who the fuck are you?” He looked around for Ryo, hoping he didn’t see that.
“That is no way to talk to a lady, Tasuki,” a rich deep voice answered. He turned towards the voice and found a tall man beside the crazy girl. He was beautiful, with long dark brown hair. They looked so very familiar. Then Terry blinked and gasped as he remembered who they were…
“CHICHIRI!” The crazy girl screamed and rushed past him to jump his lover. “See, Hotohori-sama? I told you Chichiri would find us.”
“Ack! Ano… Nuriko… I can’t breathe, no da…” His love was turning blue.
“GET OFF HIM, YOU MUSCLE BOUND FREAK!”
“Ah… Tasuki-chan…”
*SMACK* “WHO’RE YOU CALLING A FREAK, FANG BOY?”
“Nuriko, please remove Tasuki from the wall.”
And so the journey to collect the rest of the seishi began…
~owari~
Title: Once Upon a Dream - Chapter Four: Fulfilled
Author: M. Raven Croft
Fandom: Fushigi Yuugi
Pairing: Tasuki X Chichiri
Warning: Rating for bad bandit language, and some sexual contents…
Beta: swirly_ayuri
…..If I know you, I know what you’ll do
You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream………..
“Nothin’ happened, Chiri! I swear.” Tasuki’s voice was tense with emotion.
“You don’t even remember, Tasuki. But it’s alright, na no da. You two were together long before I came into the picture, and I understand the attachment.” His own voice was quiet and almost emotionless. He felt the need to shut off all feelings or he would drown in the sadness threatening to engulf him. Feelings he hadn’t felt since the incident with Kouran and Hikou emerged, and he feared he would lose control. Not Tasuki. He never thought he would feel that pain of betrayal from Tasuki. “It’s probably better this way.” He turned to walk away, but a strong hand gripped his arm and whirled him back to face the angry bandit.
“Why won’t you fuckin’ believe me? I love YOU, Chiri. I would never do that to ya.” Tasuki was nearly shouting in his desperate attempt to get his lover to believe him.
Chichiri turned sad mahogany eye to his lover. “I saw you. In his bed.” Naked and wrapped in another man’s arms was left unsaid. A single tear rolled down his cheek in spite of his attempts to stay unemotional. “I saw you.” It was barely a whisper but Tasuki heard it.
“I… don’t remember any of it.” Tasuki cradled his head in his hands and choked back sobs.
“You were pretty drunk already when I left the dining hall. Maybe it was my fault; I should never have left you to drink more. But whatever the reason, it happened.” He paused, not able to stop the quivering in his voice. He cleared his throat and continued, “I’m not leaving you, Tasuki. I… just need some time alone, no da. I’m going for a walk, that’s all.” He walked out the door, leaving Tasuki crying brokenheartedly.
The sun was warm and high when he got to the lake. In his solitude, he allowed himself to cry to his heart’s content. He kept telling himself that even if it had happened, Tasuki was not in total control of his faculties. He couldn’t even remember it, so it couldn’t have been important. But his heart ached at the thought of the man who brought love and life back to him naked in another man’s bed.
He wasn’t sure how long he was there and was surprised to feel Kouji’s chi approaching. He let out a sigh, not sure he was ready to deal with this. With a sinking heart, he waited for the other man to join him.
“Chichiri?” Kouji’s voice was strangely contrite. None of the silly one-man greeting chorus Kouji always used.
Chichiri nodded his greeting. His smiling mask effectively hid any emotional turmoil from the bandit.
“Can I sit with you?” Kouji asked, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
“Of course, no da.” He patted the spot of grass next to him.
They sat silently looking out into the lake for some time. Finally Kouji spoke up.
“He loves you so damn much, Chiri,” Kouji said quietly, so quietly that Chichiri almost couldn’t hear him.
He remained silent. It was strange that this man would come to tell him that. Wasn’t what happened last night what Kouji had wanted?
Kouji continued, “I’ve never seen him like this the whole fuckin’ time I’ve known him.” Kouji’s voice shook slightly. “I’ve never seen him happier than when he is with you.” Here Kouji turned to look pointedly at him. “And I’ve never seen him this broken.”
Kouji continued to look at him. “Nothin’ happened, Chiri. I’m sorry to say that I really did want somethin’ ta happen but he won’t have none of that.” Kouji began to cry silent tears. “Shit! I missed him so badly I thought if I could just get him in my bed, we could go back to the way things were. I don’t know what the hell I was thinkin’. He fuckin’ passed out on the way back to your room so I just put him in mine.” Kouji bowed before the stunned man in front of him. “I realize now that you two belong together. I love him; he’s my fuckin’ best friend. But I know that only you can make him happy. Please Chiri, he didn’t cheat on ya!”
He stared dumbfounded at the man bowed in front of him. ‘Nothing happened.’ He bolted to his feet, remorse flooding his whole being. Tasuki! What had he done to his Tasuki?
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“Ryo. Ryo, we’re here.” Someone shook his shoulders gently, calling him.
“Tasuki, I’m sorry,” Ryo mumbled, coming out of his sleep. He blinked sleepily and found gentle blue eyes staring down at him.
“Who’s Tasuki?” Randy asked.
“Oh… um… a friend.” Ryo swallowed the aching lump in his throat.
“You must have been really beat; you were out like a light.” Randy came around and helped him out of the taxi. The intensity of the dream left Ryo breathless and weak, so he allowed the other man to help steady him as they walked to his apartment.
Once inside, Randy helped Ryo to the couch and deposited his pack on the dining table. He came to stand arms akimbo in front of Ryo and studied him critically.
“You look pale. I’m making you some tea.” Randy went towards the kitchen.
“Hm… that sounds good, no da.” Ryo blinked in surprise. Did he just say “no da”? He looked around towards the kitchen to see if Randy had noticed the strange little speech pattern, but the younger man was busy rummaging around the cupboards.
“Chamomile okay?” Randy called from the kitchen.
“Yes, thank you.” There! That sounded perfectly fine. He leaned back on the couch and took several deep breaths. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that he had wronged the most important person in his life? ‘Because you had,’ his mind reproached him. In his dream, he had wronged Tasuki and now he had hurt Terry. Terry who said he was Tasuki. Terry whose only crime was to offer him love.
“I promise you this: whatever happens, I will never stop loving you, Tasuki.”
“You’ll forget…” Tasuki said sadly.
“Never,” he told his lover firmly.
A soft knock on the door brought Ryo back to the present.
“I’ll get it,” Randy called. “You sit,” he told Ryo firmly and went to answer the door. Ryo couldn’t fathom who could be visiting him; he didn’t usually have visitors. And why the heck was this foreign stranger so bossy?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” came Terry’s clear, hard voice. Ryo’s eyes widened in surprise, and he swung around in his seat to face the door. His jaw dropped. A very pissed off Terry was standing in the doorway sizing up Randy, who had to be at least four inches taller than him.
“I told you I was taking Ryo home. What the hell are you doing here?” Randy was not fazed. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he realized what was going on. “Wait a minute. Don’t tell me that Ryo had something to do with your fight with Ken.”
“It’s none of your damn business, Randy. I need to talk to Ryo. Alone.” He pushed his way into the apartment and stopped short when he saw Ryo watching them silently over the back of the couch.
“Damn it, Terry!” Randy’s voice was edged with suppressed anger. “I don’t know what the hell your game is but leave Ryo out of it.” He came to stand between Ryo and Terry. “I know you, man. I won’t have you adding Ryo to your Men-I-Fucked list. What possessed you to do this shit to Ken?”
At the mention of his ex-lover’s name, Terry eyes clouded over and his expression became pained. When he spoke, his voice was strained and hoarse with emotion.
“You have no idea how sorry I am about that. I’ve never wanted to hurt him; he’s my best friend.” Terry opened his eyes and turned to Ryo. Pain was clearly etched on his features. “But you. You are my life, my breath… my very soul.” His eyes filled with tears. “You promised you’d never forget,” Terry accused brokenly. “You fuckin’ promised.”
Ryo gasped at the pain in Terry’s eyes, and images from the dreams came unbidden to his mind.
Tasuki crying when Chichiri abandoned him.
Tasuki trying to convince his lover of his love.
Tasuki wronged by him.
Tasuki telling him sadly that he’ll forget… and his own denial…”Never”…
But now he wasn’t so sure they were just dreams…
Ryo let out a strangled cry as he leapt off the couch into Terry arms. “Tasuki, I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.” He wasn’t sure if he meant that he was sorry for doubting him then or that he was sorry he had caused him so much pain here and now. All he knew was that he needed to make this man feel better. He needed to make everything right again. He clung to Terry as if he would disappear should Ryo ever let him go. Gods, this felt so good, so right. Ryo had never in his entire life felt this completeness, this contentment that he was feeling now. Who cared if it was decided a thousand years ago? He had made that decision, he and Tasuki. He could live with that… forever.
“Er…” Randy cleared his throat uncomfortably. “What’s going on, guys?” He looked really confused, poor guy.
“Randy! Um…” What could he possibly say?
“Do you guys…” Randy waved a hand back and forth between Ryo and Terry. “… like… know each other or something?”
Ryo looked back to Terry - Tasuki - and ran a hand tenderly down the side of the younger man’s face. “Yeah,” he said without looking away from the sparkling golden eyes. “A long, long time ago.” With a sigh, he turned to the confused Randy and said, “Thank you so much for bringing me safely home.” His hold tightened on Terry when he felt the other man stiffened. “Terry’s right, we need to talk. I’m sorry…” Ryo trailed off, unsure of how to boot the man out.
Silence was thick in the room as Randy looked from him to Terry.
The teakettle decided to create a diversion at that moment, and they all let out breaths they weren’t aware they were holding. Ryo disengaged himself from Terry and went to turn off the gas. When he returned to the living room, he found Randy and Terry still locked in the staring contest. After what seemed like hours to Ryo, Randy nodded curtly and said, “I’ll check on Ken.”
“I’d appreciate it,” Terry said quietly as Randy headed for the door. Randy did not reply but nodded again as he gave Ryo a quick glance before leaving the apartment.
Left alone, Ryo suddenly couldn’t find his voice. They stood there, staring at each other, not sure how to start now that the adrenaline had worn off.
Terry broke the silence with, “I’m not supposed to rush you.”
Ryo raised his brows. “Really? Why?”
“Because…” Terry broke off, frowning. “I don’t know, some crazy old coot was telling me that.” Ryo nodded, having a pretty good idea who the “old coot” was. “I also read the paper you gave us at the shrine. You know, the ones with the stories. I think I know what’s going on.” While Terry was talking, he had moved closer to Ryo and was now only inches away.
“Tell me,” Ryo urged softly.
“It’s pretty weird,” Terry warned.
Ryo smiled, nodding in encouragement. “It’s okay. I think I can handle it.” And he could. He knew that now.
Something in his expression must have reassured Terry that he wouldn’t laugh or actually kick him out. “Our dreams… they were our memories… I remember those guys. You know… the other warriors.” Terry reached up and gently stroked Ryo’s scar. “I’m glad you didn’t lose your eye this time around.”
Ryo took in a sharp breath and barely managed to refrain from flinging his arms around the ex-bandit. “Me too,” he said breathlessly.
He traced Terry’s lower lip tenderly with his index finger, marveling at the familiarity of the act. He hissed sharply when Terry took his finger in his mouth and sucked gently. Yes, this is so familiar. He closed his eyes and moaned. The delicious sensation rushing through his body made Ryo weak in the knees, and he was infinitely grateful as he felt strong arms circle his waist and pull him against Terry’s strong, lean body. Ryo felt the hardness pressed insistently against his own growing arousal and shuddered uncontrollably as Terry ground their hips together.
Ryo moaned a protest when Terry removed his finger but was promptly pacified when warm lips covered his. All complaints forgotten as persistent tongue probed and caressed the recesses of his mouth. Ryo had never experienced anything like this before. Dreams - memories - of Tasuki was one thing, but outside of that, he had never been so plundered. Both hands came up to cup the redhead’s face as he gave as good as he got and was rewarded when Terry moaned into his mouth.
Ryo’s own arousal was becoming painful, and with every friction he was brought closer to his release.
“No.” He broke free abruptly, panting hard.
* * * *
Terry released Ryo immediately and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I… I wasn’t going to rush you.” He was also breathing hard, and his own aching member was screaming at him to grab Ryo again.
“No. I meant not here. Not like this.” Ryo took Terry’s hand and towed him into the bedroom.
Terry let out a huge sigh of relief, and when they had reached the bed, he pulled the older man to him once more. “Look, we don’t have to do this,” he forced himself to say.
Ryo blinked at him dazedly. “We don’t?”
“No…”
Ryo frowned and tried to move out of his arms.
“It’s not that I don’t want to because I do! Very, very much!” He reassured Ryo quickly with a kiss. “I just don’t want to rush you.”
Ryo regarded him with more than a little exasperation. “You keep saying that.”
Terry tightened his hold around Ryo’s slim body. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said solemnly.
Ryo studied him silently for a few moments, and he thought his lost lover had a change of heart. He knew that Ryo was thinking about Ken and his comments in the wooden shack earlier in the day. He made no excuses as there were none to offer; he had been a cad. But if Chichiri’s memories really had returned, then the man would surely know that nothing - and no one - else mattered now that they had found each other.
As if Ryo understood his apprehension, he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on Terry’s lips. “You won’t lose me,” he murmured softly.
“Even if I get drunk and do stupid things?” Terry asked hesitantly as he remembered one of the fights they’d had.
Ryo smiled and tenderly caressed his cheek. “We’ll just have to make sure you don’t drink without me, no da.”
Terry took a shaky breath and crushed Ryo to him, his face buried in the older man’s neck. “I’ve missed that so much! Every time I hear it - in my dreams I… I… and then I wake up and it’s gone! This feeling just…”
“It’s okay. I know. I feel it too.”
He looked up and gave Ryo a heartfelt smile before pulling the older man into a hungry kiss. While he understood that Ryo recognized him and their bond, he had intended to remain controlled and take things easy. Ryo had seemed reserved and inexperienced in this life, and he would hate to do anything that the other man would regret later. All those good intentions, however, flew out the window when Ryo moaned into his mouth and pressed closer to him. The hardness that rubbed against his hips was clearly an invitation to ravish, if not downright a demand. With a suppressed groan, he deepened the kiss, devouring every soft whimper that escaped Ryo. Terry had never felt such need as he was feeling now. Of all the men and women he’d been with, none had affected him the way this man was affecting him now. All those people…. He now understood the restlessness in his sexual activities. He was looking for this man, and he had found him.
When they reluctantly broke apart for air, Terry kept a firm hold of Ryo; his hands framed both sides of the man’s face tenderly. He rested his forehead against his lover’s and closed his eyes. “This is so much like the dreams but… way hotter,” he murmured shakily.
Ryo laughed softly, his breath warm on Terry’s face. “I know what you mean. All of a sudden, I feel like I’ve never lost you. Like… we’ve done this everyday, yet…”
“Like we’ve taken a long trip apart and we’re finally home,” Terry added.
Ryo nodded. “Yeah, that.”
“I feel like we should talk and shit but I’m gonna die if I don’t get ta come like now.”
Ryo laughed, pulling him closer so that their erections ground together. “You sound just like Tasuki,” he said breathlessly.
Terry groaned, shuddering violently at the sudden pressure. He gripped Ryo’s ass and drove his cock against him shamelessly. “I am Tasuki, Chiri,” he panted between thrusts. “Always have been and always will be. Forever your Tasuki.” He couldn’t believe he was still coherent. Fuck, he was so close.
Ryo choked back a sob, his eyes tearing up. Then he shuddered, his breath caught suddenly as if surprised. Terry felt Ryo’s cock jerk against his. Warmth soaked through Ryo’s pants, and the smell of his cum filled the air between them. Fuck! That was so hot! Terry grunted as his climax hit him abruptly. He continued thrusting, riding out his orgasm while nuzzling and nibbling at his lover’s neck.
“Fuck,” he said shakily. “I feel like I’m fifteen or somethin’.”
Ryo tilted his head back, allowing Terry free reign of his neck. “It just means we can take our time on the second round.”
* * * *
The second round was definitely slower, though not any less pleasurable - more so if anything. There was no urgency, no rush, just tenderness that left an aching sweetness in Ryo’s chest. He sighed and writhed on the bed as Terry paid homage to one particularly sensitive spot on the inside of his thigh.
Terry grunted and looked up at him with a happy smile. “That’s the same spot ya used to go crazy for, too.” Then he dove back down and reacquainted himself with Ryo’s “spot.”
While he loved the attention Terry showered him with, he wanted to pleasure the other man as well. He urged Terry up and pulled him to lie down on his side facing him. “You’re doing all the work,” he said. “I feel selfish.”
“Are ya nuts?” Terry took his hand and brought it to the leaking length between Terry’s legs. “I totally get off on making you feel good. I could come by just watching you, baby.”
That was Terry talking - Ryo could now discern between the two easily. Tasuki had never called him baby. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Part of him knew that for twenty odd years, Tasuki had been Terry just as he himself probably had characteristics that weren’t quite Chichiri-like. It would take getting used to, he supposed.
“What is it?” Terry asked. “You want me to slow down a bit?”
Ryo shook his head. “No. Sorry. Just thinking.”
Terry gave him an affectionate look. “You still think too much.”
Ryo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and you still talk too much.”
“Hey! Let me remind you that I was not talking earlier. You’re the one who wanted me to stop what I was doing.”
Ryo laughed and pulled his lover in for a kiss - one that would prove he did not think too much.
Terry groaned in appreciation and kissed back hungrily. His hands slowly moved to caress down Ryo’s chest, pausing to rub tantalizingly at the sensitized nubs. Ryo moaned into his mouth and arched into the teasing hands. Encouraged by Ryo’s reactions, Terry continued his assaults. He gently pushed Ryo onto his back, his tongue flicking out to lap at the skin, leaving a wet trail down Ryo’s neck to the collarbone. As his lips advanced to Ryo’s chest, his hands wandered lower to play with the area just above the pubic line. Ryo couldn’t decide what he wanted to feel more of, the torturously sweet sucking at his nipples or the rough hands toying so close to his arousal.
Nudging Ryo’s legs apart, Terry positioned himself between them while his lips and tongue continued to descend, bathing Ryo with slick, delicious heat. When he thought Terry would tease him forever, the torture stopped - only to crest when Terry took his entire length in his mouth. Ryo came almost instantly, shooting spurts of hot seeds into his lover’s mouth. Still panting, he rode out the waves of his orgasm as Terry continued to suck and lick him clean.
“Gods, you taste just like I remember - perfect.” Terry crawled up along his spent body and kissed him. “Ya liked that?” he asked, as he flicked his tongue teasingly across Ryo’s lips.
Ryo nodded, speechless, as he slowly returned to a less chaotic state. He licked his lips where Terry had touched and saw that Terry was watching his tongue intently. He flicked the tip of his tongue across his lips again, tasting himself. Terry let out a feral growl and swooped down to plunder Ryo’s mouth hungrily.
Although he knew that this was not new in their past lives, some part of him was still uncertain - shy almost. Terry’s obvious need and desire for him gave Ryo confidence and courage. He flipped the other man onto his back and hovered over him.
“My turn,” he said huskily, then leaned down to place a lingering kiss on his startled lover’s lips.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Terry grinned.
“If you’re still talking, I’m seriously out of practice.”
Ryo thought he’d have to do some deep Chichiri-channeling to get his nerve up, but when he looked down at Terry, flushed and aroused, spread pliant under him, he knew he wouldn’t have a lot to channel at all. The thick, hot length, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum pressing into his hip bone boosted his confidence even more, and all of a sudden he wanted nothing more than to have that hard flesh inside him.
Ryo wrapped his hand firmly around Terry’s cock and gave him short swift strokes. Terry moaned and thrust up urgently into the hand. With every touch and every stroke, Ryo knew that he was bringing the younger man that much closer to the edge… and while he would love to see the cocky Terry unraveled before his eyes, he wanted something else as well. Ryo pulled his hand away and whispered huskily, “Would you like me to finish this now or would you like to finish inside me?”
“Shit, shit, shit!” Terry all but hopped off the bed to stand practically vibrating next to it. “Are you sure about that?”
“Very sure, Tasuki no da.” Ryo lied back on the bed and spread his legs invitingly. “I think you’d need to be a little closer, though.”
Terry swallowed hard and nodded vigorously. “Right. Right. Be right back, Chiri. Gotta get something to make it easy on ya.” He ran out of the room before Ryo could tell him about the supplies in his nightstand.
Ryo propped himself up on his elbows, listening as the ex-bandit mumbled and rummaged through something. Then the redhead came back with the tube of lube and a foil packet held triumphantly in his hand, his impressive erection bobbing in obvious agreement.
Ryo raised his brows at the supplies, not surprised in the least that Terry would have them with him. Terry grinned sheepishly. “Gotta be prepared, you know…” he trailed off, cheeks flaming to nearly match his hair. “Chiri…”
Ryo waved the younger man over and Terry settled uncertainly between his legs. “That was before I found ya, Chiri. There’s never gonna be no one else but you.”
Tears filled Ryo’s eyes. “Make me yours, Tasuki. I’ve been empty without you for so long.”
“For you, Chiri, anything.” Then he looked sharply at Ryo. “You called me Tasuki!”
Ryo laughed at the comical look on Terry’s face. “Do you mind?” he asked softly, also recalling that Terry had called him “Chiri.” It felt right.
“Nah! I guess it could be like having a nickname or somethin’. I mean, he’s me and I’m him, right? We’re one and the same.”
“Yes. I realize that now. Souls don’t ever change; they move on and they learn new things, but fundamentally, they’re the same.”
Terry couldn’t thank his lucky stars enough for bringing his soul mate back to him. “Relax, love, I want to make this good for you.”
Ryo wanted to tell Terry that it had always been good with him, but the younger man eased one slicked finger into his hole, gently working it in and out, making it impossible for Ryo to speak. Oh gods, that felt good. Why hadn’t it felt like this with anyone else? A finger was a finger… wasn’t it?
Once Terry was sure that he was comfortable with one finger, he slowly inserted another, moving them inside his passage. Ryo was now thrusting down into his lover’s hand, wanting and needing more of that friction. His erection was prominent again, and pre-cum dripped from the purple engorged tip, pooling on his stomach.
Terry removed his fingers, and Ryo protested the loss of that brain-numbing feeling. He looked disapprovingly at his lover, and his breath caught in his throat. Terry, gloriously tan and lean, was sheathing his cock and coating it with lube. That was seriously hot!
“Are ya ready, Ryo?”
Chichiri’s sense of humor wanted Ryo to say no just to see what his bandit lover would say, but they’d both waited too long for this, so he put a lid on it… for now. “Yes would be an understatement, no da.”
Terry groaned and braced his arms under Ryo’s knees. “We’ll go slowly. None of that stuff you pulled like the last time.”
Chichiri’s memory recalled how he’d impatiently impaled himself on Tasuki and the pain was more than a little uncomfortable. Yeah, none of that this time, though he was getting desperate. He could just feel the head of his lover’s cock nudging gently at his entrance, and he ached to have that hard length inside him. Tasuki, however, was determined not to hurt him again. Damn bandit.
“Just do it, Terry!” Ryo pushed himself downwards, intending on taking the length himself, but Terry was prepared for that. He resisted Ryo’s attempt and slowly, maddeningly eased his way inside. Ryo arched up, trying to hurry him along, but Terry continued to rock his hips forward, slowly but steadily sheathing himself.
“Fuck!” Terry gasped between pants. “You feel so fucking good.” He remained completely still, waiting for Ryo to adjust to the thickness. Ryo moaned, feeling almost too full, but the elusive pleasure dancing just beyond reach of his prostate was too much. He needed Terry to move, to touch him there…
Ryo rolled his hips, moaning loudly. “Move! Gods, please move!” he cried as he rocked into Terry. “Now!”
That seemed to be all the encouragement Terry needed. Muttering something about a bossy monk, he withdrew until only the head remained embedded in Ryo’s ass, and then slammed back in with force that made Ryo scream in pleasure. Tirelessly, his partner drove into him, determined only to bring them both shattering pleasure.
Sparks exploded behind Ryo’s closed eyelids as Terry hit that spot deep inside again and again. His aching cock twitched at the friction generated by their two bodies, sending chills throughout his body. They continued this pace until Terry shifted his weight and gripped Ryo’s erection in hand, pumping in time with his thrusts.
Suddenly it was all too much for Ryo. The pressure that had been building uncoiled, spreading through his body like Tasuki’s flames. Ryo’s world went white as intense pleasure erupted from the very core of his being. He came with a shout, pumping hard and sending hot liquid into the hand that gripped him. The spasms of Ryo’s body around Terry’s cock caused his lover to moan his name as he too stiffened and, with a hoarse cry, spilled himself into Ryo's still trembling body.
Spent and completed sated, they lay silently holding each other. No words could describe the utter bliss they were experiencing. They were complete. Their destiny fulfilled. They were one once again. Somewhere in the back of their minds, they heard a bird cry as they drifted off to sleep, bathed in the ethereal red glow of their God’s love.
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“Mmm… Chiri…” Ryo woke to someone murmuring his name. He blinked in the dim light and looked at his alarm clock. It read six p.m.
Warm legs tangled around his, and he jerked away abruptly until he recognized the bright flaming hair of his lover. He laughed softly; not even the low lighting could snuff out the brilliance of Tasuki’s hair.
Tasuki. Terry. Warm fuzzy feelings grew in the pit of his stomach at the sight of his soul mate cuddling next to him. This was perfect. Why had he resisted it in the beginning?
Then Ryo jerked upright in bed. Six p.m.! “Oh, no,” he groaned. He had a reception to go to at eight. This was not good. Gently he pushed Terry off him and heard the other man mutter his name again. Ryo smiled as he stripped and hopped into the shower. He didn’t want to leave his love now that they’d found each other again, but this reception was for his mentor and he simply could not miss it. Maybe Terry would come with him…
The shower door opened suddenly, and Ryo whirled around, catching his breath as a very naked Terry stepped into the stall with him. He blinked and swallowed as blood rushed to his groin once again at the sight of the gloriously golden Terry. His lover sure was good for his ego. How many times had they gone at it last night?
“Hi,” he squeaked. Nothing else came to mind.
“I can’t sleep if you’re not with me, Ryo.” Terry pulled him into his arms and nuzzled his neck. Water trailed down the former bandit’s hair and body, making them both slick as they moved against each other.
“Er… Terry?” he breathed. “We don’t have much time; I have to go to a… a thing.” What was it called again?
“We’re halfway there already, Chiri.” Terry licked the cascading water from the side of his throat, while his hand tucked and pulled at Ryo’s hardening length. “I need you,” Terry murmured into his mouth as the redhead devoured his lips hungrily. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Well! What could he possibly say to that?
Terry grabbed the shower gel and coated Ryo’s cock, rubbing just a little longer than necessary. “Please, Chiri. I want ya to fuck me.”
Jeeeeezuz. Ryo nearly came right there. He looked into Terry’s amber eyes, dark with desire, and then turned the younger man around to face the wall of the shower stall and spread his legs wide. Ryo took some of the gel and worked it between Terry cheeks, seeking out the hidden entrance. He pressed one finger in gingerly while he reached around the younger man to grab his erection. Terry moaned and thrust back into Ryo’s finger, then thrust forward into his grip. As Terry pumped back and forth, Ryo inserted another finger and worked to loosen the tight ring.
Terry was moving frantically against the double stimuli. “Now, Ryo. NOW!”
“Who’s bossy now?” Ryo muttered. “I need to go get the condom.”
Terry snorted, and then handed him the foil pack. “Told ya I’m always prepared, Chiri.”
“You little slut,” Ryo mumbled affectionately as he ripped the packet open.
“Just your slut now, baby.”
“You better believe it.” Ryo rolled the condom on and coated that with more lube. Then he slowly pushed into Terry’s body. Terry rocked back against him, and Ryo found himself embedded to the root inside the trembling body.
“If you recall, I like it rough, Ryo. I ain’t gonna break.” He thrust back hard against Ryo to demonstrate.
Ryo was seeing red as he pounded into the incredibly tight heat. Their bodies slick with water and shower gel, they continued the familiar rhythm, gasping and grunting their pleasure. Terry moaned as Ryo hit his prostate and shuddered uncontrollably. He grabbed his arousal and pulled it in time with Ryo’s long strokes, and within seconds shouted out his release, spilling into his hands and the shower wall.
The sound of Terry’s climax and the tightening of the already tight passage pushed Ryo over the edge as well, and he emptied himself with a strangled cry into the condom deep inside his lover.
They helped each other wash up as best they could, though they stopped here and there for quick kisses and caresses. Ryo, deciding that he did not want to be without his love for even one minute, insisted that Terry join him. Since they were similar in build, Terry being only an inch or so taller, he was able to fit into Ryo’s suit. Within half an hour of their bath time fun, the two men were out the door.
* * * *
The reception hall was filled with professors and teachers, and Terry had never felt more like he was back in school. Ryo looked great! He was in his element. Terry felt like the dunce they let out for good behavior.
“TASUKI!” Terry whirled at the sound of his name and was glomped by a gorgeous girl with hair so black it had looked dark purple at first glance. Then he realized that it was those crazy colorful glitters that girls were into nowadays. He pushed her off of him roughly.
“Who the fuck are you?” He looked around for Ryo, hoping he didn’t see that.
“That is no way to talk to a lady, Tasuki,” a rich deep voice answered. He turned towards the voice and found a tall man beside the crazy girl. He was beautiful, with long dark brown hair. They looked so very familiar. Then Terry blinked and gasped as he remembered who they were…
“CHICHIRI!” The crazy girl screamed and rushed past him to jump his lover. “See, Hotohori-sama? I told you Chichiri would find us.”
“Ack! Ano… Nuriko… I can’t breathe, no da…” His love was turning blue.
“GET OFF HIM, YOU MUSCLE BOUND FREAK!”
“Ah… Tasuki-chan…”
*SMACK* “WHO’RE YOU CALLING A FREAK, FANG BOY?”
“Nuriko, please remove Tasuki from the wall.”
And so the journey to collect the rest of the seishi began…
~owari~