Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Blizzard ❯ Testament of Love ( Chapter 2 )

Testament of Love

 

A/N: Hope this one is better! Thank you Xellas for the link, I think I learned a few things. ^^

 

 

By the time we made it to the hideout, Chichiri was completely silent. Not even a `daaa' when I asked him a question, just utter silence.

 

It was really starting to piss me off.

 

I tried to say sorry for how rough I was with him, I tried to tell him that I'd be gentler next time, -hell- I even promised he could be on top and do whatever he wanted to me; did I get an answer?

 

Fuck NO! Wouldn't even look at me!

 

I'm starting to think he regrets what we did. Hell, I'm starting to. I couldn't help but feel like shit watching him limp up the mountain; I guess I hurt him real bad. Fuck! I didn't mean to! I… I-I just wanted him so bad and he'd been rubbing against my ass-gods did that feel good- but he started squirming and trying to get away and I lost it! I had no idea what I was doing but I knew that I had to have him, make him mine, make sure he wouldn't go to someone else before I could woo him.

 

I really fucked up.

 

Now I'm sitting in my room unpacking my travel bag, thinking over what all I could have done differently. Maybe if I had gone a little slower it wouldn't have hurt so badly. Maybe if I'd been the one with a cock up his ass, Chichiri wouldn't have been so pissed. Maybe if I'd snagged his scroll -the one that got all this shit started in the first place, damnit!- I would have known what I was doing and made sure he enjoyed it as much as I did.

 

Did I do any of those things? Hell no, I just jumped in with both feet and now he fuckin' hates me.

 

Kouji's right, I am an aho. The biggest baka that ever lived and I say that I'm a seishi of Suzaku, for fuck's sake!- the god of fuckin' love! Che! As if I can claim that illustrious title now!

 

I give up trying to pull things out of the pack and just dump it out on to my bed, not caring that the half-empty bottle of sake clinks loudly against one of my knives, but something odd falls out of the pack. Something I hadn't put in there.

 

A scroll.

 

Not just any scroll, I realize as I unwind the cord holding it closed and roll it out slowly, but the scroll that Chiri had been reading that last night before I fucked everything up.

 

My eyes devour the text, lingering over the sketches, and committing to memory every bit of information that I could. I learned that you're supposed to `prepare' your partner before you fuck them. Heh, learn somethin' new every day.

 

When I got to the sucking and oral fucking parts I knew I had hit on a way to make it up to him and I stood from the bed with a new determination. I was going to make nice with Chichiri, even if it killed me.

 

Tossing the scroll to the bed I strode out of the room, intent on finding my monk and damned if a little thing like other people being around was going to stop me! I was committed to making him feel better than he ever could have dreamed… all I had to do was find him.

 

That shit took for-fucking-ever! Goddamned monk could be a real asset to us in the `hidin' from your enemy department.' But I really wasn't thinkin' about that; I was more worried about finding him.

 

Funny how when ya look for something, it sometimes just falls in to your lap - or rather bumps in to you.

 

From the drying cloth he had on, I'd say he had just come from the bathhouse. Perfect.

 

Without a word I grabbed him and slung him over my shoulder, carrying him out of the hideout and down to my private retreat. He was pissed at me, beating at my back and screaming for me to put him down; did I listen? Shit no.

 

I just rubbed his ass affectionately and told him to wait a minute.

 

By the time I opened the door and set him on his feet he was beyond pissed, his shakajou appeared in his hand and he stepped away from me with a menacing glare.

 

“No, Tasuki-kun. You are not hurting me again.” He was real fuckin' pissed!

 

“This ain't about hurtin' ya, this is about sayin' I'm sorry.” I moved towards him and had to duck when he swung that blasted staff at my head. I quickly grabbed it and pulled him close, pecking his lips softly.

 

He froze in my grasp; shit this was going to be harder than I thought.

 

I slowly pulled back and took the staff from his hand. “I'm gonna do this real easy now, I just want t'appologise fer bein'a dumb-shit bandit what couldn't control him self. I'm gonna go slow, `Chiri, an' make y'enjoy it.”

 

His brows furrowed and he looked at me like he wanted to say something but I moved in and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth. I licked his closed lips, gently asking for entrance, as I wrapped my arms around him. The embrace was a lot less tender than I had wanted it to be, but he had opened his mouth and let me in- I can only control myself so much.

 

Kissing him like this was very different from the kisses I had forced on him in the cave, he participated, gave just as much as he got, and even wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. I knew that this was my last chance and I was going to make it unforgettable.

 

I slowly trailed soft kisses down the length of his throat, feeling his groan even as I heard it break the silence of the room. I tried to move slower, to drown in the scent and feel of him under my lips, but hearing him moan as I licked and kissed over particularly sensitive areas fired my blood and I knew if I didn't get to the `apology' soon, I would screw up again.

 

Leaning back from that wonderfully scented neck with a final kiss, I looked into the single shining eye of the man I loved and pulled him to the bed situated behind me.

 

He looked nervous as I made him sit down on the edge of the bed, but I soothed him with feather-light kisses that trailed over his shoulder and across his collarbone as I kneeled between his slightly parted thighs. I moved as slowly, yet as quickly, as I dared. Fearing that he would push me away before I could show him how much he meant to me.

 

Slow, sensuous sweeps of my tongue over the hard plains of his chest seemed to arouse him and I took my time teasing the sensitive, pink peaks of his chest. Suckling one into my mouth and abrading the hardening nub with sharp fangs while my fingers twiddled its mate, pinching slightly.

 

His breath hitched as I trailed my lips down the flat expanse of his stomach, his hands clenching in my hair as I parted the drying cloth that covered his lap and ran the flat of my tongue over the thickening shaft of his hardness.

 

Gods did he taste good!

 

With a groan of my own, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked him hard- jerking a pleasured shout from his throat. The taste and feel of him in my mouth set an inferno blazing through my gut but I held my wants back. I needed him to feel loved and cherished, and if this was how I would get it, I would love him like this forever. He lay back on the bed, his hips shifting as he tried to get me to take more of him in, his voice deepened with each guttural moan.

 

Who was I to deny him?

 

I swallowed and took him further into my mouth, enjoying both the feel of him trembling under my mouth and the cries he loosed to show his approval. Glancing up through my lashes I could see his skin taking on a shine as his body burned and began to sweat, an arrow of triumph shot through my chest- I had made him feel that good. Me!

 

With a growl I swallowed as much of that delicious cock as I could take in, not as much as I wanted, but for a first timer it was enough.

 

He bucked wildly under me, hips lurching upwards, he nearly gagged me but swallowing again -as it said to in the scroll- I managed to accept his thrusting length. His hips and hands worked in counterpoint, hands shoving my head down as his hips thrust up, fucking my mouth in earnest.

 

I could feel his tension, the trembling in those velvet sacks of flesh that brushed my chin with his every stoke, the quivering of his thighs as they worked to bring himself to the peak of ecstasy.

 

A wordless cry escaped him and his back bowed, hips locking on his upward thrust, hands clenching my hair as he forced me down to swallow every inch of him. Something warm and wet slithered down my throat and I swallowed around my mouthful, a slightly bitter, smoky flavor tinged the back of my throat.

 

He came in my mouth, down my throat! I felt on top of the world. I had been the cause of his passion, I had caused his release, and I had finally made things a bit better.

 

I was nowhere near done.

 

As he relaxed back to the bed- fists uncurling from my hair, and breathing ragged as he tried to calm down- I leaned back to survey my handiwork.

 

A hard flush stained his cheeks and worked down his heaving chest, slightly damp hair mussed and spread out over the bed- he was looking at me with something akin to shock and joy shining in the warm recesses of that single mahogany eye. A promise of future passion shone there as well, one that I would be collecting on very soon.

 

A small smile came to his lips and he tried to sit up, I wasn't going to allow that.

 

Pushing him back to the bed I- again- licked and suckled his limp flesh, trying to arouse him a second time so that I could fulfill my plans. I was rewarded as his flesh twitched between my lips, slowly hardening under my tender assault. His groan of renewed passion was music to my ears, challenging me to bring him to the brink before pulling back and releasing him.

 

He gave a wordless moan of agony as my mouth left him, reaching up to try and bring me back to him. I stood and shed my clothes, watching as worry filled that eye and he tensed again.

 

“Shhh, Chiri. Don't be afraid, I'm not goin' t'hurt ya.” To prove my words I straddled his hips, my own arousal falling to the side as I ground against his.

 

I reached back and grasped him firmly, holding him steady for what I was about to do.

 

Lifting up, I tilted my hips back and felt him against my entrance, forcing myself down on to it, cringing at the agony of this unprepared union of bodies. He tried to stop me; I wouldn't let him- of course.

 

This is my repayment. My gift of vengeance unsought. I would have him fill me just as cruelly as I had filled him; no care for preparation or gentleness as our bodies became one.

 

I did pause for a moment, to catch my breath, before lifting my hips again and dropping- hard.

 

Fuck, this hurt! I deserve it for what I did to him; he probably gained no pleasure from our joining the first time… so neither would I.

 

My arousal died as I rode him, forcing back tears in my need to repay him for the hurt I had caused, enjoying his broken moans as he grasped my hips to help me move. I tilted my head back so he wouldn't see my pain, the groans I released had nothing to do with pleasure.

 

He rolled me over quickly, pressing me in to the bed beneath him. I gasped at the angle of this new position, feeling him brush against a small bundle of nerves that made my vision go white.

 

No! I don't deserve to enjoy this when all I had caused in our first joining was pain!

 

He was looking down at me regretfully, a small apologetic smile curving his lips ever so slightly. “Tasuki, making love isn't about hurting. It's about joy and love, no da. I can't let this hurt you when I enjoyed having you make love to me before.”

 

“But, Chiri I hurt ya. It's only fair t'hurt me, too.” I had to turn my face away or risk crying. I won't have him feeling sorry for me! I raised my hips as best as I could, cringing against the lingering pain. “Just do it, Chiri. I want you to.”

 

He sighed and reached up to turn my face to his, “Yes it hurt at first, but you made me feel so good after the pain went away Tasuki-kun. I am only repaying you for the pleasure, never the pain.”

 

His kiss was sweet as he pressed our mouths together, enough to force a single tear to escape. This is what I almost lost. This gentleness, this devotion, this love is what I almost destroyed in my ferocious ravaging of his body.

 

He moved slowly, making me feel more loved that I had ever felt before. His thrusts languorous and tender, causing the pain I had felt vanish completely as he showed me what true lovemaking was.

 

It wasn't wild taking, it wasn't hard and forceful, it was a joyous joining- a physical confirmation of love that had been sullied in the name of base satisfaction in the eyes of the mass public.

 

We rose to the peak together under his masterful lovemaking, shattering in to a million pieces and reforming into one being that would never be separated no matter the distance between our physical bodies.

 

And that was enough for me.