Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Chichiri's Playtime ❯ Chapter 1

Chichiri sat up abruptly, slightly panting. He ran a hand down his mask-less face. He couldn't believe that he had a dream like that. He had dreamt that Nakago had just come up to him, grabbed him with a hand holding onto Chichiri's wrist and the other arm around Chichiri's waist. After Nakago had grabbed him, Chichiri remembered that Nakago smirked at him slightly before bending down and kissing him very deeply. Not only had Nakago put his tongue into Chichiri's mouth, but as Nakago held the monk helpless, Nakago had ground their hips together, causing Chichiri to blush in shame and desire despite attempts to hit Nakago which only wound up bouncing off of him and not hurting Nakago in the least.

Something that Chichiri hadn't noticed, though, was the various sounds of someone else in his room. However, what he heard couldn't have been the truth. He thought he heard Tasuki, Tamahome, and Nuriko all in his room but he knew that all three of the Suzaku warriors were asleep in their beds, and it felt like there was only one person in the room, so that was impossible that he heard all three in his room, wasn't it? He turned his head to see who it was and it looked like Nuriko punching the wall, but apparently the wall was stronger than whoever was impersonating Nuriko, as the person went down and held his right arm.

Chichiri also noticed that the room looked like a pocket in reality. The person who had looked like Nuriko now looked like a small woman-about Miaka's size with a larger chest, dark strawberry blond hair, porcelin skin, and startling storm-blue eyes. Her outfit, though it covered her, it certainly didn't leave much for males to have to make up. She wore a top that was silver and low cut, and a red skirt that was shorter than Miaka's as well. Her boots were thigh-high, and black high-heeled. Chichiri blushed when he realized that he was staring, and worse yet-she was smiling about it. He tried to focus on the simple black choker with an emerald stone center that she was wearing, but wound up failing as he took everything of the girl in.

"You're up." She continued to smile as she pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down, her right ankle under her left knee. "That's good." Her smile faded slightly. "I have to say that I'm sorry here and now because I was a complete and total idiot."

"How were you an idiot, no da?" Chichiri inwardly winced at how rude and awkward the question sounded.

"Well…I-Uh…" She blushed. "…I wanted to-to give you… give you pleasure so much that um…" She rubbed the back of her neck. "When I created this pocket dimension…I kinda made it so strong… that uh-we can't get out until…" She turned her head and her cheeks turned redder.

"Until what, no da?" Chichiri turned his head to the side.

"Until I do what I wanted to do with you…which I kinda started in your dream…" she murmured.

"My dream, no da?" Chichiri's eye widened. "My dream!?" Without really thinking, Chichiri stood and slammed the girl against the wall. "You were the cause of my dream of Nakago!?" Too late, he realized that he should've stayed under his blankets. He was only wearing a pair of loose pants and his necklace.

The girl gasped as her back hit the wall. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I just couldn't think of anyone else that would wake you up as fast!" Tears started to well in her eyes, but didn't fall.

"Wake me up as fast?" Chichiri loosened his grip in shock.

"Like I said…" she shrugged as she quietly sniffled. "I wanted to give you pleasure…"

"Why?"

"I don't know. For some reason, I think that you're hot."

"Hot, na no da?"

"Uh…oh! Terribly attractive!" The girl beamed at having corrected herself for his sake before she realized what she had said and blushed again, turning her head away from him again. Chichiri grinned slightly, as he found her `hot' as well.

Chichiri kept his one arm against the wall, preventing the girl from moving away from him in that direction. He took his other hand and held her chin, turning her head so that she was forced to keep her head in the direction of Chichiri's head. "We can't leave until you get to do what you want to do, na no da?" He looked straight into her eyes. "What exactly do you do with men you find `terribly attractive'?" Her face reddened even deeper. He went to kiss her but she turned her head sharply away. "Isn't this what you wanted?" he asked, slightly startled.

"Not quite…"

He gently ran his lips along her neck. "Show me, no da," he whispered.

She flicked her hand and Chichiri suddenly found himself on his bed again, but this time he found that his hands were bound above his head and the pillow was softer and the sheets were more like the cloth that Hotohori's clothes were made out of. (A/N: The sheets are now a mix of satin and silk.) He gently smirked as he tugged on the cloth holding his hands. He went to say something as she cut him off.

"I want it more like this…" she mumbled huskily as she ran her lips along his neck. She kissed down his throat, along his collarbone and suckled on his nipples. Chichiri's face reddened as he felt himself become more aroused by the girl's actions. His head turned away from her and tried to bury itself in the softer pillow. Encouraged by his responses, the girl continued down his stomach. She kissed and licked along the line of his pants. He gasped and tried to get air into his lungs, which were quickly losing the vital gases. She reached up and grabbed his pants, tugging them down and off of his body. She licked her lips as she looked at his nearly nude form. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to remove his necklace.

"Gods, Chichiri… do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he heard her barely say. He turned to look at her but soon found himself staring at the girl as she took his manhood into her mouth and ran her tongue along the underside of his arousal.

"Ah… ah… ah…" He gasped. "I can't… I can't…" His head tossed on the pillow. He slid one of his legs up next to her and she turned her head towards his knee, nuzzling it slightly as she continued to deliciously torture the monk. "I can't…ah~hh!" He moaned as she removed herself from him. "Please…" he nearly cried. "I… I… I need it…"

She took her shirt and threw it onto the floor. "Wouldn't it be better if I wasn't wearing anything, too?" She gave a small jump, causing her breasts to jiggle as Chichiri ground himself up into her. She tried glaring at him as he smiled up at her, but failed as her glare softened. "Kinky," she smiled. She ripped her skirt off and went to sit on the chair. Chichiri moaned in disappointment. She grinned as she removed her boots. "Wouldn't that be rude of me, to wear my boots to bed?" She tossed them to the floor and walked back to Chichiri. She sat down on his hips.

"Now, no da," Chichiri moaned, tossing his head and what he could of his body back and forth.

"Not just yet," she shook a finger at him. She grabbed a small tube that appeared out of nowhere and opened it, squeezing its contents onto her hand. She gently and torturously coated his member with a smooth, liquid substance. "It'll help, trust me." She sank herself down onto him with a deep, satisfied moan. "Oh, yeah. It helped."

Chichiri couldn't even wait for her to move; he thrust up into her moist heat. Both moaned in the feeling of being completed. She quickly took up the task of maintaining the pace as she bounced on top of the monk, her hands on his chest bracing her.

"Oh, Suzaku…" Chichiri breathed. He looked up at her and caught a flash of silver. He stiffened for a moment before he saw it go above his head and he felt his hands fall. He quickly took advantage of this and flipped her on her back, holding her right hand in his left. He kissed her as he thrust into her, enjoying the suddenly change in dominance in his favor. His body seemed to be beyond his control as his mouth latched onto the neck that she was offering. His lips ran up and down her neck before they took to her collarbone. He continued to push himself into and pull himself out of her as her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Chichiri…Chichiri…Chichiri…" she chanted. Her voice got huskier as she continued to chant. Her left arm was wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to her. She fiercely and hungrily kissed him as they moved together in the most ancient of dances. Chichiri threw his head back as he felt a coil tighten in his stomach as his orgasm came closer. He felt her body tighten around his manhood as her orgasm racked her body with small quakes. He gasped and moaned as he came in her warmth a moment after. He laid to the right of her, still holding her right hand with his left. Both panted as they regained their breath.

"Wow…" the girl breathed. "That was better than I though possible." She grinned at the monk, who simply smiled softly back.

"Hai, na no da," he closed his eye. "I enjoyed it." He pulled her to him and hugged her as they lay together on his bed.

She sighed bitterly. "I'd better be going…"

"Why, no da?" He pulled her head up under his chin and gently rubbed her back.

"I did what I wanted to…" She brought her arms up and hugged him. "But… I don't wanna leave…" She snuggled closer to him as her face was buried in his chest.

"I don't want you to leave, either, no da," Chichiri whispered.

"I'm so sorry." She kissed him as deeply as she could in their position. "I-I…I didn't think I'd grow so attached to you…" She kissed him again. "Chichiri…" she whispered.

"Tell me your name, no da," he begged.

"I-I-I…" She looked straight at his face and sighed. "I'm a fox demon…I'm sorry…"

"I understand, no da, but there must be something that I can call you." He smiled at her, but his grip tightened ever so slightly.

"Sayo. It means `born at night'."

Chichiri chuckled. "That's perfect for you, my little fox." He nuzzled her hair. He noticed that the pocket was dissolving.

"Chichiri-Chichiri…Chichiri!!" He looked at her in shock as her voice took on a more desperate and male tone.

"Sayo?" he slowly sat up, blinking as his hand touched a face. "Wha-!?"

"Whew! You had me worried, Chichiri!" Kouji just gently took Chichiri's hand off of his face and held it in his own for a moment.

Chichiri blinked at the sight of Kouji, removing his hand from the bandit's. "Kouji-kun? What happened?" Chichiri tried to stand up before the left side of his head began to throb violently and he fell, only to be caught by Kouji and put back on the bed.

"Genrou left ya here with me while he and the rest of the warriors went to the village to get some food, and medicine for your head. Mitsukake didn't want to heal it right away because he felt you needed to recover on your own somewhat." Kouji looked at Chichiri with concern. "You got hit pretty hard on the left side." Kouji waited as Chichiri took his hand and felt the left side of his head, finding the dried blood there. Chichiri sighed disappointedly. "What is it? Is it Sayo?" Kouji asked.

"You know of Sayo, no da!?" Chichiri nearly fell over in shock.

"You said that name before you woke up. Actually, you seemed to be chanting it before you woke up." Kouji shifted his weight in the seat. "Was she someone you met on your travels?"

Chichiri shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know." Kouji blinked at the serious tone and lack of `no da' from Chichiri. "I honestly don't know." Chichiri's eyes landed on the black choker and the red, torn cloth next to his bed. It couldn't be…!? But it had to be… He grabbed it and stared at the choker and cloth. "Where did you find this?" he murmured.

"What?" Kouji looked at the material in the monk's hands. "Oh, that? Tamahome and Genrou said that they found it in your hand when you were unconscious. The cloth was around your wrists, according to those two. No one has any idea why it looks like it's been cut."

Chichiri gently pet the stone. He didn't know if the choker had produced Sayo or she had left it for him, but he wasn't going to question it. He was grateful to something tangible to remember her by. He looked at the cloth and smiled every so softly as he remember what it had been used for.

"Chichiri? Are you all right?" Kouji went to touch the other man, but caught himself and stopped before he did.

"Saa, I will be, no da," Chichiri smiled broadly. He snuggled down into the bed. "For now," he yawned. "I think I'll get some sleep, no da."

"Okay, I'll leave you to sleep." Kouji touched Chichiri's shoulder before he left. Chichiri could've sworn he felt the warmth of Sayo's body nestled against his as he fell asleep.

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