Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Getting In Touch ❯ Getting in Touch ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Getting in Touch
Series: Fushigi Yuugi
Rating: NC-17


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Apparently, my brain wasn't done with the Phoenix Gen. universe, so here's the start of a few fics that I'm working on that feature moments involving the other characters in the story. Enjoy!

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*Set the day before "The Phoenix Generation"*

Kourin woke up with a start. He pressed one hand on his chest to stop his hammering heart and the other on his temple to keep his thoughts from spinning out of control. Blue sheets tangled into knots around his legs, soaked with sweat. If it were not for the raging erection tenting his pajama pants, it would have looked as if he had an awful nightmare.

He glared down at his arousal. "Oh, calm down," he complained, "It was just a dream." But what a wonderful dream it was. A mystery man held him close and they made passionate love. Warm hands wrapped around his body, fingers threading into his violet tresses to hold his face still for hot kisses that sent fire through his veins. Slow, powerful thrusts filled his body over and over again, driving him closer to a spetactular climax. He never knew the person doing those wonderful things to him. Most nights, he ended up writhing on his bed trapped in sleep-filled pleasure. Of all the Phoenix Dreams he had, this was both his favorite, and his most hated. The last thing the crossdresser needed was further proof of his maleness. The real Kourin would have better self-control.

He wished he was rooming with Koji again. At least then, Koji would already be awake long before he roused out of his dream, ready to taunt him in that playful way that only Koji could get away with. After the back and forth of mock insults, the two would talk until Kourin could comfortably roll over and fall back asleep. Koji had to be the most open-minded person he had have met. He was not bothered at all with rooming with a boy that pretended to be his own sister. He readily called him "Kourin" and did not seem fazed at all when said crossdressing roommate had erotic dreams that caused him to call out strange names and wake with erections.

"You know, Kourin," Koji mused one night. "You could just take 'care' of that little problem. You know, rub one out? Diddle yourself? Jack off?"

"No, no, I couldn't do something like that with you in the next bed. Wouldn't that freak you out?" Kourin felt his cheeks warming.

Koji chuckled. "Okay then, I could suddenly have to use the bathroom whenever you have one of those dreams..."

Kourin sat straight up, convinced that his face was glowing in the dark. "No! That's-that's really not necessary! I would never do something like that!"

The chuckle increased in volume to a laugh. "Relax, will ya? It's perfectly natural to feel those urges. You're a growing boy-that-dresses-like-a-girl, and under those pretty pjs, you're still a dude, you still have a dick, and it still gets hard when you have a hot dream. Do something about it."

He made a very good point. As much as Kourin looked like his sister, talked like his sister, even acted like her, his body was not the same as his sister.

And now, the most male part of his body was making its presence known. Kourin leaned back on his pillows and kicked the damp sheets off his legs. With a deep deciding breath, he carefully touched the silk covered bulge, and moaned at the contact. He did it again, just to make sure it was not a fluke. Two more strokes, and Kourin could not stop even if he wanted to, rubbing the cool fabric against his heated flesh. Memories of that delicious dream mixed with the frustrations of past denials of this pleasure guided his hand up and down.

It was not enough. The hunger, the need, gnawed at him. He stroked harder, then slid his hand into his pants to increase the contact. Precum dripped from the slit, providing a slippery aid to his masturbation. His other hand reached for his aching nipples, plucking them, then twisting, then pulling, and it still was not enough. Frantic, frustrated moans tumbled from his lips as he once again writhed on his bed. Yet release eluded him still.

Suddenly, there was a flash of red light, and the hands that touched him so intimatly were no longer his. They were larger, stronger, and rough enough to give him the friction he desired. Warm, strong arms surrounded him, holding him close to an equally strong and warm chest. A heady, musky male scent invaded his nostrils, and a slick tongue gently traced the shell of Kourin's ear before a deep voice whispered, "Come, Nuri-chan, my love. Please come for me."

His dream lover had returned; and it was all he needed.

"Yes!! Yes! Oh, Tasuki, yes!" he screamed into the empty room. Shuddering, he felt the dream and the dream lover slowly fade away as he climaxed. Reality quickly set in as he felt his release slowly cooling in his silk pants, ruining them and leaving him feeling sticky. With a grimace, he rose from the bed.

This is a pair that's not going back to Kourin when she wakes up, he thought as he pulled them off and tossed them into a hamper. I should probably get cleaned up before everyone else wakes. I don't know if anyone actually felt that mini-dream, and I don't want to run into anyone who did.

He wrapped an old towel around his body, tucking it around his chest. As he searched for his bucket of bathing supplies, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. He chuckled at his flushed face and mussed hair. If only Koji saw him now, he thought. He'd say I looked like I just got laid. And if Saiheti were to see me like this...

Kourin quickly made the short trip to the girl's bathroom. He heard a shower running in the neighboring boy's bathroom. Panic crept in, causing his heart to pound in his chest. If was four in the morning, and no one usually got up that early to take a shower, not even Chuin-of-the-floor-length-hair. He muttered under his breath, trying to decide between slowly creeping out and just taking his intended shower, hoping that whoever was showering would not notice.

"Hey Kourin," Koji's familiar voice called to him from the occupied shower stall. "Calm down, will ya? Your brain's flipping back and forth and giving me a headache. Come on in."

A sigh of relief exploded from Kourin's chest. "Thank Kami it's you. I was so worried that it was someone else." He stepped into the boy's bathroom to hear his friend better. Six stalls lined the back wall with blue curtains for covering. Koji's head and legs peeked out from the second stall. He kept his back turned, though Kourin noticed that the empath was shivering. "Um, Koji, are we out of hot water? You're turning bluer than your hair."

"That's because, Kourin dear, I'm taking what is commonly known as a 'cold shower'. One normally takes one to kill a hard-on. And don't bother blushing or apologizing, you didn't mean to Dream like that. I'll have to admit, though, that was the most intense Dream I've ever felt from you. I've haven't been this worked up since, since...I can't remember."

Kourin's cheeks flushed anyway. "So you didn't take your own advice and 'rub one out'?" he teased.

Koji laughed and turned to Kourin. "Nope, I couldn't. You're cute and all, but I don't believe our relationship has progressed to the point where I can jack off to your wet dreams." He gestured to the stall next door. "Care to join me? The hot water works just fine here, honest."

Kourin remembered the reason he had even left his room and shook his head. "That's okay. I'll just skip next door and get in and out quickly. I've got to keep up the routine, you know?"

"Aww, come on, Kourin? Just this once? The new guy is supposed to be here tonight, and this'll be the last buddy-buddy alone time we'll have for a while until he gets his bearings. You can go back to the frilly lacy girly thing when the sun comes up, and I won't tell a soul. Please?" Koji's lips curled into an irresistable pout.

Kourin couldn't say no to his best friend, especially a best friend with a cute pout. He rolled his eyes and stepped into the next stall amid Koji's triumphant cheering. The hot water served to relax and soothe him as well as clean him off, and the warm silience between the friends was a comfort. He was feeling better fast.

"And don't worry, " Koji interjected. "I won't tell Houjun about the one night you got in touch with you masculine side-hey!" Anything else Koji would have said was drowned by a flying mesh sponge. He wisely decided to shut up.

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