Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Fantasies ❯ Nuriko's fantasy ( Chapter 2 )

Warning!!!!

Warning!!!!

Slight bondage in this chapter! Nothing too S/M but it's still bondage. Oh, and food. There is food. ^^; And...erm...ah...some...cross dressing....I think that about covers it...

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Fantasies Pt. 2

Nuriko's fantasy

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"I said what?" Hotohori eyes narrowed as he looked over his lover suspiciously. His arms crossed over his chest, trying to look opposing. Unfortunately it had no effect on the violet haired man.

Nuriko pouted "Last night you said we could go clubbing." He smiled innocently and batted his long eyelashes, this time leaving out the second part, the one Hotohori was really interested in.

"I'm alright with going out to a club, but what was the other thing I said?" He needed to hear it again, just to make sure he heard correctly. Of course he had no recollection of ever promising to go out that night, but he would waver that, it was the other part he promised to do that made his blood run cold.

"You said I could dress you up." Nuriko toyed with Hotohori's shirt collar and smiled seductively, pressing his smaller body closer, putting pressure in all the right places. "I want to make you pretty." Nuriko bit his bottom lip and made his best effort to look sexy and innocent all at the same time.

"I don't remember any of this." He tried to stare down the violet haired man. Nuriko was dead set and nothing was going to change his mind. His eyes told him so.

Nuriko smiled inwardly. Hotohori was cracking. He always became more stern looking and always stood up straighter right before he--

"Alright. I'll do it." Hotohori held his head down in defeat as Nuriko squealed in delight and flung his arms around the taller man's shoulders.

"You know," Nuriko whispered. "If we're going out, you can dress me up as well." He kissed along Hotohori's jaw, causing the taller man to groan and tilt his head giving Nuriko access to his long throat.

Nuriko giggled and trailed light butterfly kisses across his jaw and throat, occasionally nipping at the soft ivory skin there.

Hotohori gasped and wrapped his arms around his lovers thin waist. "I get to dress you up?" He smiled wickedly.

"It's only fair." Nuriko nipped at his collarbone, leaving a small red mark as his hands traveled up and down Hotohori's back.

"Now." He pushed Nuriko back, the smile still on his face.

Nuriko looked shocked at the sudden movement and gasped as he saw the look in his golden eyes. "Now?" He squeaked.

"It's only fair."

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Nuriko gulped as he stood, watching his reflection in the full length mirror hanging in Hotohori's closet. Although they had practically lived together for almost three months and dating the man for over a year, he had no idea Hotohori even owned cloths that even resembled these! He was going to pay for holding this back.

Nuriko bit his lip and turned, watching his every movement in the mirror. The way these cloths clung to his body. Damn. The pants especially. Correction, the tight, hot, leather pants/second skin that showed off more of his assets than he thought possible. They seemed to be held up by his hips alone and rode low as well. By all standards, these pants barely passed the decency code.

The shirt was not much better, it was looser than the pants, but still clung to his body. In the back of his mind, Nuriko wondered why Hotohori even had a fishnet shirt, he never wore them.

Fishnet. Hell, this was an undershirt, a fishnet undershirt meant to have a tank top over it, except he had no tank top, just the fishnet. The shirt fell not even to his bellybutton and the long sleeves covered his fingers.

He was a sight to behold in just that. But no, Hotohori continued on with the outfit. A pair of black leather knee high bitch-boots completed his look.

He looked like a man. He looked like a man and it scared the hell out of him. Hotohori even refused to allow him to wear makeup! Ok, foundation and powder, but that wasn't makeup! That was just the base! No blush, no eyeliner, no eye shadow, no lipstick. Nothing.

He felt so...naked and a little...butch. Well, as butch as a little fem-gay boy could get. It was still very obvious he was gay but still. He looked like a man!

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Hotohori's jaw dropped as Nuriko exited his closet and came to stand in front of him. He looked so...so...ravishable. The way the pants clung to his well shaped legs, let alone the way the clung to his hips and the shirt! Oh sweet Suzaku.

"Well?"

Hotohori's eyes snapped to his lovers face. He smiled wickedly. "Do we have to go out? I can think of some fun we can have here."

A light blush creped onto his cheeks. "No! It's my turn now! You had your fun and now I get mine!" Nuriko crossed his arms over his chest and stomped his foot against the ground. "I want my turn! You said I could!"

Hotohori stood from his bed and planted a light kiss on the tip of Nuriko's nose. "Lead the way."

Nuriko smiled brilliantly and practically bonded out of his room and down the stairs. Hotohori followed at a much slower pace, just watching his fay lover prance down to the bottom of the stairs (and greatly enjoying his view).

"Hurry up!"

******

All was fine until now. Here he was, the former emperor of Konan, standing in Nuriko's living room and praying to any higher being willing to listen that it wouldn't be as bad as he feared.

"Ok, I picked out an outfit that would work." Nuriko smiled sweetly and Hotohori felt all the blood drain out of his face.

"No way." He shook his head and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "I am not wearing that." He took a step back.

He expected Nuriko to stamp his foot against the ground and argue that he has let Hotohori dress him up to his liking. He expected Nuriko to pout cutely until he gave in. Hell, he even expected to be thrown out of the apartment (Quite literally).

Nothing could have prepared him for this. The bright smile slowly faded off of Nuriko's beautiful face and his violet eyes cast down to the floor.

"Oh." Nuriko said it so softly, it was like it wasn't even there.

Hotohori swallowed hard as he felt his heart sink. 'Please don't be crying.' His mind whimpered. His heart called him a lousy bastard. "Riko?" He slowly moved over to his boyfriend. "Riko?"

Nuriko looked away from him, his eyes still on the floor. He didn't say a word.

Hotohori enveloped Nuriko in a hug. "I'm sorry." He mumbled into Nuriko's violet hair. "I'll put it on." He took the cloths away from Nuriko.

"You don't have to." Nuriko muttered into his shirt.

Hotohori tilted Nuriko's chin up and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. He smiled sweetly and walked off, into Nuriko's bedroom.

Nuriko smiled wickedly. "Miaka's right." He snickered. "It does work." He would have to thank the bubbly woman later for the tip. Yui too. It seemed that the guilt trip was the universal way to get men to do what you want (according to Miaka, that is).

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Hotohori felt foolish sitting there, in a skirt, letting Nuriko play with his hair and do his makeup.

Correction. Mini skirt. Nuriko gave him a mini skirt. He was thankful he had shaved his legs a few nights before, of course Nuriko knew this, which probably aided in the decision of what his sadistic koi chose for him to wear.

He had to admit, he did make a damn beautiful woman though.

Nuriko had chosen an outfit that said 'Drag Queen' all over it, metaphorically, in all truth it actually was a tight hot pink tank top with the word 'Sexy' in sparkling glitter. At least Nuriko gave him the decency of a silk shirt to go over his exposed shoulders. His shoes were black high heals that had a strap around the ankles, but most of his legs exposed.

He hated it from the start and he hated it now. Of course his hair looked magnificent...

Nuriko casually hummed as he continued to put slight waves in Hotohori's hair with the curler. He had decided, makeup first, hair second. And damn, Hotohori make a good drag queen. He would have to watch Hotohori's every movement. He looked like he could be a woman, thus meaning Hotohori was going to be hit on.

Nuriko growled at the thought as he sprayed Hotohori with hairspray. Most everyone at the club knew them, they were regulars. Not one gay guy had the nerve to hit on Hotohori, there was the penalty of Nuriko's wrath if they did that. But right now, they didn't look like they usually do, thus meaning, there was bound to be people hitting on his Hotohori.

And yes, he knew he wasn't sharing, but damn it, he deserved this! Hotohori was his and no one had any say over that! (Including Hotohori.)

"Done!" Nuriko said cheerfully and went to stand in front of his creation.

Hotohori looked up at him, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Well?"

Nuriko smiled. "You look like a queen." He giggled and bent down to place a kiss on Hotohori's lips. "And tonight I get to be the man." Nuriko stopped and though about what he just said and the look of confused bewilderment on Hotohori's face. "Well, at least until we get back home."

"Good." Hotohori smiled. He loved Nuriko more than anything, but he wasn't ready to be topped by his uke.

Hotohori stood up and calmly walked across the room. "Well, are we going or not?" He turned with a look of annoyance on his face.

Nuriko nodded. "I'm driving." He took the keys out of Hotohori's hand and lead the way into the parking garage. 'How the hell did he learn how to walk in heals?' He was about to question his lover, but decided not to.

"If anyone I know sees me," Hotohori muttered as Nuriko started the posh car "I swear you will regret it."

"I'm terrified." Nuriko smiled knowing it was an empty threat. When Hotohori said 'someone he knows' he means another one of the seishi, which was very unlikely to happen. They were going to a gay nightclub and Nuriko was certain at least three of them weren't homosexual, of course Chiriko was too young to tell, though Nuriko decided the chibi was probably not, and Tasuki and Chichiri's relationship was something Nuriko didn't ask questions about. Well, not yet anyways.

Besides, Tasuki wouldn't be caught dead in a nightclub of this caliber and Chichiri didn't seem like the clubbing type.

The two drove in silence, both seemed a little too distracted to make good conversation. Nuriko glanced over to Hotohori as the hit a stoplight. He could tell that even in the faint light cast by the streetlamp, that Hotohori was beet red.

Nuriko turned at a few more lights and parked the car a block away from the club. "You ok?" He smiled sweetly.

Hotohori nodded. "Fine."

They quickly made their way into the club and found a place to sit. "You sure your ok?" Nuriko whispered into Hotohori's ear.

"Fine." Hotohori smiled nervously and crossed his legs. "I hate skirts." He growled and tried to get the material to go farther down his legs with little success.

Nuriko giggled and kissed Hotohori's cheek. "You're beautiful when you blush."

"I'm beautiful no matter what." Hotohori growled again, trying to keep his legs covered. The shoes Nuriko picked didn't help either.

Nuriko glared daggers at all the men that had plans to come over their way. He didn't know if they were going to sit at a table nearby or if they were going to try to pick up his man. Either way, Nuriko didn't care. He made sure no one came near.

It wasn't a busy night, Nuriko noticed. Well, there was no drag show. Most people only came to see the drag show. Tonight was just a normal night at District 202, little gay boys making provocative dance moves on the floor along with a few lesbians. It was not a new sight. Lots of drama going on, again, nothing new.

"Nuriko!" They heard a bright voice over the loud music and looked up to see Miaka bouncing her way through the crowd of people, flailing her arms in the hope to get Nuriko's attention. Unfortunately, it got everyone's attention.

Tamahome was trailing behind her, muttering apologies to anyone Miaka accidentally hit. He did not look like he was enjoying himself.

Nuriko smiled and waved to Miaka. "I'm going to get punished for this, aren't I?" He said through his teeth.

"You bet." Hotohori smiled as well.

"Hey!" Miaka flung her arms around Nuriko's neck "How are you? Where's Hotohori?"

Hotohori flushed and looked away. He waved slightly.

"Hello." Miaka said brightly. "Who are you? Are you one of Nuriko's friends? I'm Miaka!" She continued to talk as Tamahome walked up.

"Hey." He nodded at Nuriko. "Where's Hoto-" He stopped talking as he saw the person sitting next to the flamboyant gay man. "Hotohori?!" Tamahome stepped back in shock.

"You see Hotohori?" Miaka stopped talking and looked at her husband. (1) "Where is he?"

Tamahome shrugged, knowing when to keep his mouth shut. The look of murderous rage in Hotohori's eyes told the martial artist this was one of those times. "Sorry. It was someone else." He waved it off.

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The remainder of the evening was full of Tamahome avoiding Hotohori at all costs, Miaka talking, Miaka eating, Hotohori blushing and thinking up evil ways to get back at Nuriko for doing this to him and Nuriko thinking up perverted things Hotohori would do to him later.

Hotohori was grateful to get back to Nuriko's apartment. He was still in shock that Miaka hadn't figured out who he was. 'Oh well,' He reminded himself. 'She is somewhat of a twit.'

Hotohori turned his attention to the violet haired man in the kitchen. He smiled to himself and walked into the kitchen as quietly as he could.

"Nuriko." His hot breath tickling the back of the others neck. He saw Nuriko tense up and wrapped his arms around his lovers exposed stomach and pressed into his back. "Bedroom. Now."

Nuriko's eyes widened. "Hoto-"

"Now." Hotohori nibbled on the back of his neck. "Or would you rather I take you here?"

Nuriko slid out of his arms and quickly made his way into the bedroom. He took extra care to put a little more sway in his hips.

Hotohori groaned and felt himself growing hard. 'No,' His mind screamed. 'Punishment. Nuriko needs to be punished. Down boy.'

Hotohori moved to the fridge and opened the door.

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Nuriko turned on the lights to his room and tried to get his bearings straight. He had to calm down. The whole night seeing Hotohori act feminine made him incredibly hard, though it was hard to tell with the pants he was wearing. They didn't leave much room for anything and he was dying.

'Hotohori!' He whined. 'Hurry up...'

He slid onto the bed and propped himself up on the pillows and waited...and waited....and waited....

"Hotohori?" he called out, his voice sounding a little more needy than he hoped it would. He rubbed his legs together, hoping for some friction in places he needed it.

"Coming!" Said a cheerful voice from the kitchen.

"And I'm not!" He cursed under his breath.

Hotohori finally came to the room, a grocery bag under one arm. Nuriko raised an eyebrow. "What are we doing tonight, love?"

"Not much." Hotohori said in a mocking sort of way. The guy was very sadistic when he wanted to be. Even more so when he had that slight smile on his face.

"Anything kinky?" Nuriko smiled wickedly and leaned further against the pillows.

Hotohori shrugged and continued to move at a slow pace. He sat on the end of the bed and slowly took off his shoes. "I can't see how you wear these things, they can be so painful."

Nuriko whimpered. Hotohori was so close and yet, not touching him. "Please..."

Hotohori looked up and blinked. "Please what?" He smiled innocently.

"Please do...anything!" Nuriko moaned and fell against the pillows. He wasn't even being touched and he was begging.

Hotohori smirked to himself as he saw this effect. Slowly he moved onto the bed, his hands slowly brushed up and down Nuriko's long legs. He forced Nuriko to bend his knees.

Nuriko happily complied. At least he was being touched now.

Hotohori slowly unzipped the boots and dropped them off the bed. "Better? Those boots can be a bitch if you wear them too long." He smiled at Nuriko sweetly.

Nuriko was in utter shock. Here he was, begging to be taken, about to cum in his pants and Hotohori just took off his damn boots?!

Hotohori looked up at Nuriko with concern. "Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

Nuriko whimpered again and thrust his hips into the air, trying to give Hotohori a clue on what he wanted.

"Are you hungry? I know this Chinese takeout place that is open this late and--"

"Will you fuck me?!" Nuriko cried, his face was flushed with need and his arms were trembling. He threw his head back and sobbed. "PLEASE!"

Hotohori smiled in satisfaction and moved up the bed to Nuriko and planted a hot kiss on the others mouth.

Nuriko moaned and opened his mouth into the kiss, allowing their tongues to meet, clashing with the other in a fight for dominance. He wrapped his arms around Hotohori's shoulders and forced him closer.

Hotohori's hands crept up the soft skin on his lovers chest. Slowly he brought the shirt Nuriko was wearing up his chest.

They broke the kiss for air and Hotohori slipped the shirt off Nuriko's body in one swift motion, throwing the light garment somewhere on the floor.

Nuriko moaned in discomfort as Hotohori moved off the bed and to where he left the bag he brought in earlier. "Nuriko, I told you I was going to punish you for what you did." His voice was calm as he took out the bags continents and put them on the floor where Nuriko couldn't see.

"Hotohori..." Nuriko begged.

Hotohori smirked and climbed back into bed. He had something in his hands that Nuriko couldn't see.

"What are you-"

Hotohori put his hand to Nuriko's mouth. "Shhh, you'll like this." He whispered removing his and ravished Nuriko's mouth again.

Slowly he too both of Nuriko's hands in his own and held them above their heads.

Nuriko gasped as he felt silk cloth tightening around his wrists. He looked above his head and saw red silk tying him to his headboard. "Hotohori?" He looked up with confusion.

Hotohori smiled, an identical red silk cloth was still in his hand. "What are you--?"

The silk material softly went over his eyes. He felt Hotohori tie it behind his head. he knew exactly what was going on, but still he asked again. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

Hotohori took something off the floor and set it on the nightstand and quickly rid himself of his cloths. He opened it and smiled wickedly as he slowly scooped it out.

Nuriko hissed as something cold hit his chest. He arched his back as he felt it slowly melt. "Hotohori!"

Hotohori pushed Nuriko back down onto the bed and slowly licked the path the ice cream had made. Hotohori purred as his tongue did quick swipes across the hot skin and the cold dessert.

Hotohori finished cleaning off Nuriko's chest and dribbled a bit onto Nuriko's nipple.

Nuriko screamed at the sensation and arched his back, crying even more as Hotohori slowly cleaned the hard nub.

"You taste delicious." He gently bit the sensitive flesh and began the same slow procedure on the other.

Nuriko arched his back and cried out for more as Hotohori continued to tease. It was driving him mad. He couldn't see, but he knew full well what Hotohori was doing. Oh Suzaku he wanted to see what Hotohori was doing.

"You know, Nuriko." Hotohori's husky voice was right n his neck. "I could do this forever."

Nuriko moaned. Not forever, he couldn't take that much teasing. "Please..."

Hotohori kissed down Nuriko's throat. "I didn't like those cloths you made me wear. I just had to take them off."

Naked. Hotohori was naked and teasing him and Nuriko couldn't see a damn thing! "Please..." He moaned again as he felt something cool against his cheek. It slowly made it's way into Nuriko's mouth.

Strawberries. Hotohori was feeding him strawberries.

"These are good, aren't they?" Hotohori moved away from Nuriko's mouth and began to kiss and nip down his abdomen. He stopped as he reached Nuriko's pants. "Love, these look painful." He toyed with the waistband. "Do you want me to take them off?"

"Yessss..." Nuriko hissed as he felt the button pop open. He lifted his hips as the teeth of the zipper slowly went down. "Faster."

Hotohori smiled, though Nuriko couldn't see. He didn't move any faster as he slid the material off his hips and down his long legs. "Better, Love?"

Nuriko sighed. He didn't realize how chafing those pants really were. He gasped again as Hotohori slowly played with his thong.

"My my..." Hotohori smiled and kissed Nuriko's abdomen. "You really need to learn some control, Nuriko." Hotohori made slowly took down Nuriko's last article of clothing, but stopped.

"Hotohori!" Nuriko cried out. Tears spilt out and onto the red material over his eyes. "Please! Don't stop!"

Hotohori smiled and quickly removed the garment. He slowly stroked Nuriko's length, but not enough to satisfy the violet haired beauty. Hotohori leaned over the bed and picked up his last idem.

Nuriko cried out and arched his hips as something cold hit his member with a soft hiss. He could tell Hotohori was moving slowly again. "Hotohoriiiii...."

It felt like a short eternity, but soon the hissing stopped and Nuriko was left whimpering.

Slowly, something warm enveloped his head and he knew what it was that covered him. Slowly, Hotohori took him in deeper.

Gods, this was amazing....He wished he could see exactly what Hotohori was doing to him.

Hotohori slowly took his lover farther into his mouth. More than anything, he loved to see Nuriko in pleasure. He watched Nuriko's face as he took him in deeper and then came back up and releasing his head.

Slowly he moved his tongue down to the base of Nuriko's manhood, then back up. this, he realized, was much more erotic than he first conceived. He lapped at the whipped cream then took Nuriko back into his mouth, humming as he moved up and down. He would never admit it, but he loved to do this to the smaller man.

He finished cleaning off Nuriko and moved up the bed and removed the tied. He quickly removed the one over Nuriko's eyes then kissed the other, his need finally getting the better of him.

Nuriko moaned and let his hands get tangled in Hotohori's soft hair. "Take me....now...."He moaned and arched his back again.

Hotohori growled as Nuriko rubbed their manhood's together. He couldn't take much more of this. Torturing Nuriko was also torturing him. He moved closer to the nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. His hand finally grasped what he was looking for and he moved in between Nuriko's legs.

Nuriko bent his legs, giving Hotohori better access. He watched with lust lidded eyes as his lover put a liberal amount of lube on his fingers. He slowly began to move one finger into the violet haired man withering beneath him.

"Faster." Nuriko moaned. "Please, just...more."

Hotohori smiled and complied. He added another finger and quickly stretched Nuriko.

Nuriko grabbed the bottle of lubricant and put some onto his hand. He reached down to stroke Hotohori in time with the fingers inside him. "I'm ready." Nuriko panted.

Hotohori removed his fingers from Nuriko's warm body and quickly replaced it with his erect member.

He watched Nuriko arch his back as he entered slowly, hissing with pleasure. Nuriko's arms quickly wrapped around his shoulders, forcing their bodies closer.

"Faster..." Nuriko whispered and kissed down Hotohori's jaw. "Please...."

Hotohori began to move as he felt Nuriko's long legs wrap around his back. He went slow at first, trying to help Nuriko adjust to his size, but soon raw emotion took over. He gripped Nuriko's sides and began pumping faster and faster into the ravishing being below him.

Nuriko met him, thrust for thrust, moaning out his pleasure and burying his hands into Hotohori's long mane, scraping his nails over his scalp and earning a loud moan from the man above him.

Nuriko gasped and his eyes widened as Hotohori began to pump him in rhythm with his thrusts. "Hoto...hori....I can't..." Nuriko panted and grasped to Hotohori's shoulders. "I can't..."

Hotohori leaned in and nibbled Nuriko's ear. "Than cum."

Nuriko arched his back and screamed as jet after jet of his essence spilled over his and Hotohori's chest.

Hotohori grunted as Nuriko created a sweet vice around himself and came as well. He collapsed onto Nuriko's chest as the world crashed down around him. His kissed Nuriko's neck and smiled. "That was nice." He mumbled, too comfortable to move.

"Nice doesn't begin to cover it."

Hotohori smiled and sat up on his elbows. "Hey, 'Riko," He kissed his chin. "Since you got to have fun with your little sick fantasy, can I have mine?"

"I thought I was your fantasy." Nuriko smiled.

"You are." Hotohori kissed Nuriko's cheek. "But I want to do something to you." he batted his eyes for effect. "Please?"

Nuriko nodded. "Just tell me tomorrow."

Hotohori smiled wickedly and rested his head on Nuriko's shoulder. "Oh, I will." He yawned. "Trust me, you'll like it."

******

*O.O* (Blushes like mad.) Aw man, that was....more intense than I first envisioned. This was suppose to be a one shot!

Nuriko: I don't mind. *smiles*

CT: >.> I'm sure you don't....

(1) I took this from the Eikoden (spelled it right?) Saga where Miaka and Taka are married. I'm not gonna use his other name in this story because, well, I like Tamahome more.

And I'm sorry if that sounded like Miaka bashing because it's not. I like Miaka I really do, she's just a moron and everyone knows it.

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