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Warnings: LEMON! Slash…and worst of all, horror or horrors…Language (ack! Has she no decency?)

Disclaimer: No Happosai, No Tasuki, No Chichiri, No Duo, No Heero, No WuFei. Fortunately, no real assets and no money being made here, so it's all even.

AN: There IS one final chapter coming. A few of you have requested some 3x4, so I'm trying to figure out how to work that in…plus, we need to discover the Fate of WuFei, and well, the rest is a secret. ^_^ Thanks as always for your support and especially reviews!

Tasuki and the Hentai Monks

by Xellas M.

Chapter 6

Tasuki wasn't awake, but he wasn't exactly sleeping either. He lay in that blissful in-between state, relishing the warmth and the scent of the body lying partly atop him, the feel of the man who slept in his arms. A gentle arousal and the feeling of rightness suffused him. He had everything he needed and did not care whether he ever got up again.

Eventually, Chichiri began to stir. The monk awoke relatively quickly, energetic as was normal for him in the early morning. He began gently removing his weight from its warm, comfy seishi-pillow.

The pillow reacted swiftly. Two of its extensions, the ones that had been wrapped around Chichiri's torso, proved themselves to be in fact arms by tightening their hold and pulling back. Off balance, the monk toppled right back into place.

Chichiri twisted around to smile up at his captor. "Ohayo, no da." He gave the redhead a light peck on the lips. "Did you sleep well, no da?"

It had been about the best night's sleep Tasuki had ever had. He had been so *tired* last night, especially after…

The bandit groaned. After *nothing*! Finally, he'd had Chichiri exactly where he'd wanted him. Or at least most of the way there. And what had he done with the opportunity? Fallen asleep, for Suzaku's sake! He looked around for something hard to bang his head against, but found nothing he could reach without letting go of his monk. He settled for cursing soundly.

The older man accurately tracked the flow of thoughts as they crossed his companion's face and began to laugh.

"It's not fucking funny!" The fire seishi exclaimed. It was a complete catastrophe!

"I'm sorry, no da." Chichiri didn't sound it in the least. He buried his face in Tasuki's chest, but was shaking with suppressed laughter.

"So…" The redhead began, his expression taking on a look meant to be playful, cunning and seductive all at once. "What are your plans for this morning?"

The mage raised his head and placed another light kiss on the smirking lips.

Liking that answer very much, the bandit began to press his advantage. The elder man refused, however, gently pulling away and disengaging himself from the source of temptation.

"Well, let's see, no da. It is probably nearly breakfast time, no da, and then Elder Happosai wanted me to take a look at a few magical scrolls they've recently discovered, na no da."

Chichiri kept his back to the pouting seishi as he grabbed a shirt from his drawer and began quickly putting it on. Tasuki actually whimpered and further berated himself for passing out the night before. With every second that passed, more of that delicious-looking flesh was hidden from sight.

"But Chiri, I - "

"I'm sure you can find something to do, no da. Your friends might be able to suggest something fun, no da."

The thought of spending the day with Duo and Quatre was less than tempting under normal circumstances. Hanging out with them when he'd much rather be snuggling (and doing lots of other fun things) with Chichiri sounded like Hell. Although it wasn't as if the young monks-in-training would know Tasuki had fallen asleep the night before. THAT he would never live down.

Voices suddenly became audible from the other side of Chichiri's door. Speak of the Devil…

"Do ya think they're doing anything?"

"Duo, quiet! I can't hear!"

"There probably isn't anything *to* hear. That's the last time I ever let you guys talk me into something this dishonorable."

"No way, 'Fei. Tasuki's been waiting for something like this. They are probably in there screwing like rabbits. Not everyone's as loud as Maxwell."

"Hey, I resent that!"

"I'm gonna try the door."

The doorknob rattled slightly. By this time, Chichiri had finished dressing, put his mask on and was standing near the door with his arms crossed. Tasuki, who had fallen asleep fully dressed, had arranged himself in what was (he hoped) a casual position sitting on the end of Chichiri's bed. Composed, he was now able to concentrate a little. Something about what he had just heard didn't sit well. What exactly was it?

"It's locked."

"Baka! The guest rooms don't *have* locks!"

"Maybe Chichiri-sama put a ward up."

"Then they *must* be doing something interesting!"

Dead silence followed this statement. The mask smiled briefly at Tasuki for a moment; then the mage reached out and yanked the door open.

Three boys landed in a pile in the entryway. The one on the bottom looked up at his companions and growled.

"Quatre, you're on my knee. OFF!" Slowly, they sorted themselves out.

"Good morning, no da. Anything we can do for you, na no da?" The set of Chichiri's shoulders told the fire seishi that his friend was about to dissolve into helpless laughter at any moment.

"Um, yeah! Good morning. We just brought over Tasuki-san's things."

All of a sudden, the elusive something in Tasuki's mind clicked. A brilliant red chi-glow lit the bandit as the meaning of WuFei's words outside the door finally sank in. That creep had actually had the audacity to go so far as to kiss HIS Chichiri as a part of one of Duo and Quatre's juvenile pranks to set them up?

The black-haired young man was completely unaware he had been overheard and was scowling around the room at everyone and no one in particular. How dare he be so damn smug?

"KISAMA!" The curse erupted from Tasuki like lava exploding from a mountain. Quickly, Chichiri grabbed the redhead around the waist from behind and physically held him back from assaulting the young trio. "You ALL were in on this? Hentai bastards!"

"Leave the things here. You'd better go now, na no da!" The mage tightened his grasp and even through the red haze surrounding him, Tasuki couldn't help but enjoy the contact, if only a little.

The young monks didn't question the edict. They left as quickly as possible and all would have been well…if Duo hadn't started laughing out loud on his way out.

"I'm gonna FRY their asses! Lemme go!" The fire seishi's struggles increased. Eventually he knew he would break free and by Suzaku, those damn perverts were gonna pay!

"Tasuki." Chichiri practically purred into his overwrought lover's ear. "I have a better idea, na no da…" Aggressively, he began to kiss and bite on the younger man's neck.

Tasuki groaned deeply in his throat and his chi aura vanished instantly. "That's playin' dirty."

"Oh, is *that* how you like it, Tasuki-chan no da?" The "attack" intensified.

The redhead didn't answer; he was too busy feeling. He stopped struggling and the mage began running his hands lightly up the younger man's chest, pausing over his rapidly beating heart.

Tasuki covered his partner's hands with his own, then playfully grabbed the older man's wrists and held them away from his body.

The monk stopped his attack on the redhead's neck and ear, questioning. It was long enough for Tasuki to turn around. One quick movement and the mask was gone. Before the monk could even react, the fire seishi crushed his lips against his friend's, determined that this time there would be no way for Chichiri to escape. Consciously he set out to seduce the older man through the kiss. His tongue stroked the mage's, aware of every minute sensation the contact provided, making certain he left no doubts as to his feelings and intentions.

But then Chichiri responded in kind, throwing his partner off balance with a rapid shift in personality. The impact on the bandit's heart rivaled the one he remembered from the branch of a tree one night in Kutou - the night the monk had first removed his mask for his brother seishi. The beauty and purity of Chichiri's countenance had stunned Tasuki then, and the same qualities were revealed in the monk's unadulterated passion now.

Eventually the kiss broke and the pair were left staring at each other in awe, breathing raggedly. Up until that moment there had always been an element of play between them, a protection against emotions that couldn't be properly expressed even through their declarations of love. All that was gone. It was no use pretending they didn't know what was going to happen next or that it meant anything less than everything.

Tasuki swallowed and held Chichiri's hands in his own. His mind made a last-minute check of their surroundings before it would surrender entirely.

"Door?" His voice shook and he looked away, hoping he hadn't ruined things, but temporarily petrified that yet another attempt at interruption would be made. This was by far too personal, too serious to be made into a joke.

"Still locked." As though the question had been some sort of signal, Chichiri began pulling his partner back to the bed. The mage lay back but did not release the bandit, instead pulling him down until the redhead was lying on top. As one, their lips reclaimed each other's, kissing until kissing alone wasn't enough anymore.

Tasuki slowly removed the monk's clothing, piece by piece, tasting the delicious skin underneath. Chichiri's scent was everywhere. The bandit had caught teasing hints of it before but now it flooded his awareness, driving his exploration of his partner's body and making him desperately crave a deeper type of possession.

The blue-haired man was far from idle. Though dimly Tasuki was aware of his partner removing his own clothing - and had even managed to help with the process - it was still an exciting shock to feel that smooth, hot flesh sliding against his. At one point, the hardened nub of Chichiri's nipple grazed the redhead's own and he threw his head back and cried out, only to have his cries swallowed by the return of his lover's mouth.

Eventually, even their pants were gone and the exciting bulge in the monk's dark green trousers was exposed to the younger man's lustful gaze. One quick taste, Tasuki decided. Then he wanted *that* and he was going to have it, hard and hot, and he was going to make it his own. He was going to fuck Chichiri until his name became synonymous with sex in the blue-haired man's thoughts.

He ducked his head down and drew his lover's dick into his mouth. It was thick enough to make sucking difficult, so he drew it in further still until the tightness of his throat did what his mouth alone could not. He felt the pressure slowly releasing, pulling on the head of his lover's shaft as he slowly drew his lips back upward. A low cry distracted him and he looked up to find Chichiri's face tightened in passion, his shoulders shaking as the soft skin finally passed completely from the younger man's lips, leaving a salty kiss behind to reward him for his efforts.

"Please." The soft plea left both their lips at the same time, their hearts and their bodies fully synchronized.

Chichiri's eye focused on his partner, communicating his need even more clearly than his spoken words. "Jar. Top drawer."

Tasuki nodded, relieved that his lover had anticipated his thought. Regretfully, he pulled away, aware of the monk's eyes on his body as he retrieved the item in question. For a brief moment he worried that he wouldn't please Chichiri. He was, after all, new at this despite his education. The concern grew when he approached the beautiful man lying naked, expectantly awaiting his return. Chichiri shifted his legs apart, silently giving permission for Tasuki to take him.

That wasn't what the younger man needed, what he wanted, at least not now. If anyone was going to be hurt through his inexperience, it wasn't going to be Chichiri. Besides, he had felt that beautiful cock in his throat; he wanted the rest of it. He wanted to feel it pulsing in orgasm buried deeply inside his body.

Wordlessly, he unscrewed the lid and took a bunch of the slick stuff onto his fingers. Catching and keeping Chichiri's eye, he slowly lowered his hand to his lover's erection, waiting for any sign of rejection from the monk. He let out a breath of relief when none came, which turned into outright panting when, as he was smoothing the stuff onto Chichiri's shaft, the mage grabbed the jar and began preparing him.

It felt too good, too right to only be the blue-haired man's fingers. He had no idea what was happening inside his body when a shudder of pure bliss left him gasping for air. He barely prevented himself from coming.

No time or desire left for play, Tasuki leaned down for one more soul-searing kiss before straightening. Chichiri obligingly held his cock upright, one hand helping to steady the redhead's hips, guiding him gently to the weeping head.

The bandit wasn't sure what to expect as he slowly pressed himself down. At first the sensation almost killed his erection. It wasn't painful, rather unpleasant. Like he had to go to the bathroom, actually, which was the last thing he wanted to think about under the circumstances. Then he looked at his partner. Chichiri's breath was coming in short gasps, his face and body flushed, but he wasn't moving and his face held only love and concern.

The sight relaxed the younger man completely. This was Chichiri. Inside him. A growing warm and very erotic feeling replaced the earlier discomfort. He rocked, rooting his lover even more deeply within, relishing the moan torn from the older man's throat. He lifted himself up, testing, amazed at the pleasure that coursed through him when they fully rejoined. Fear gone, the final nervousness overcome, he sought for more and more of that feeling, taking Chichiri and making him his own. He groaned in satisfaction when the monk lost control and began meeting his thrusts with his hips.

He never wanted it to end, never, but as the monk's frenzied pace increased, their angle shifted and once again he was overwhelmed by sensation. This time there was no holding back, his whispered "Gods…" a true prayer spoken in ecstasy.

When he came to himself, Chichiri was still driving up into him, heedless of the small drops of come that marked him to his neck, the thicker liquid lying atop a thin sheen of sweat. His fingers suddenly dug tightly into Tasuki's ass and the bandit was thankful he had recovered in time to see and feel the monk's orgasm. It was so damn hot; the monk's face completely out of control, the shudders wracking his slender body, and best of all, the wetness inside and throbbing stretching him even further.

Easing himself off the dazed man, Tasuki gathered his lover into his arms.

"Still want breakfast?" He asked, giving the monk a fanged grin.

"I have a better idea, no da." Chichiri leaned over and kissed him lightly.

"Oh? What's that?"

"Let's stay here and 'screw like rabbits' all day, na no da." The mage replied, mimicking Quatre's high voice.

"You're just as hentai as the rest of 'em!"

"If you say so, no da." Chichiri agreed, his hands beginning to roam once more.

"But what about breakfast?" Tasuki replied with mock concern.

"I'm sure we'll figure something out…" The monk's voice trailed off as he found something more interesting to do with his mouth.

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~End Chapter 6

There! Tasuki got laid! ^_^ Did I do right by him, or does he need more cuddles? Maybe a turn on top? Whatcha think?

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