Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday, No Da! ❯ One-Shot

Happy Birthday, No Da!

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//Chichiri's thoughts//
*Tasuki's thoughts*

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"I can't believe Tasuki never told us his birthday was coming up. Exactly how did you find out Chichiri? Oooh, this is going to be sooo much fun!" Miaka gushed, bouncing up and down on her heels.

Frowning slightly, Nuriko cocked his head to the side. "Yeah, how did you figure it out? Tasuki doesn't seem like the kinda guy who'd advertise that, ne?"

"He was drunk, no da. Tasuki tends to start babbling when you ask him the right questions."

At Nuriko's smirk, Chichiri realized what he'd just done. Wincing, he knew Nuriko was going to use this against Tasuki. With a sigh, Chichiri opened his mouth to ask him not to say anything, but before he could, Nuriko kept going. "All right, so we've almost got everything all prepared. Mits and Chiriko are working on the last few things. Hotohori-sama is making sure no one will bother us for the rest of the night. When are you going to bring him down?"

Blushing furiously, Chichiri replied with, "I'll be back down in a few hours, no da. I just want to give Tasuki his birthday present first."

Nuriko's eyes lit up, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "I understand. We'll give you a couple of hours, but then I'm going to go up there and get you." he said with a wink.

Ignoring Miaka's confused glance he quickly stammered out some goodbye, and practically fled the room, ignoring Nuriko's soft laughter as it followed him down the hallway.

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Opening the door to Tasuki's room, Chichiri peered inside. He smiled at the sight that greeted him. Even though it was only early evening, Tasuki was already asleep, having been up the entire previous night. Tasuki was curled up on the bed, arms clutched tightly around a pillow. Like usual, he had kicked the covers off. They were laying in a tangled mess around his legs. Slipping inside, Chichiri closed the door softly behind him, staring at his lover. //Can I really call him my lover though? I mean, we haven't slept together yet. Lover? Partner? Boyfriend? That'll work.// "My boyfriend." He whispered, testing the word, fighting an insane urge to giggle. He liked the way that sounded. "Tasuki's my boyfriend, no da." //I'm hoping to change that to lover. I hope he likes his birthday present.//

His whispered words must have been enough to wake the bandit. Stirring, Tasuki lifted a tousled head up to blink sleepily at Chichiri. When he saw who it was a lazy grin crossed his face, fangs just barely peeking over his lip. "Mmmm…what are ya doin' here Chiri? I thought I had more time 'fore ya came ta drag me ta this party I ain't 'sposed ta know 'bout?"

Chichiri's breath caught in his throat when Tasuki sat up. //Oh, Suzaku, he's beautiful.// His eye swept over the expanse of exposed tan flesh, traveling from his defined chest to the solid muscles of his stomach, to a narrow waist. Unfortunately, he was wearing his sleep pants. Making his way over to the bed, Chichiri muttered, "Well yeah, there's still a few more hours before we need to go, no da."

Sitting on the edge of the bed Chichiri leaned close and pressed his lips against Tasuki's, kissing him gently before pulling back slightly. Lips barely brushing, he murmured huskily, "But there's a few things I want to do to you first Tasuki-chan."

Chichiri sucked at Tasuki's bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth, before trailing feather light kisses across his jaw, moving down towards his neck. Chichiri nipped sharply, before soothing away the slight pain with a quick swipe of his tongue. In a slightly strangled voice Tasuki asked, "An' just what did ya plan on doin'?"

Instead of answering with words, he snaked a hand down Tasuki's body, coming to rest on his groin. Squeezing the semi-hard flesh elicited a throaty moan from the younger man. Tasuki's arms wrapped around Chichiri's back, clinging tighter as another groan slipped out of his mouth. Chichiri pulled him closer for an embrace, his own hard shaft pressing into Tasuki's thigh. Holding him tight, the blue haired man whispered, "Aishiteru Tasuki-chan. I really do."

Amber eyes darkened with emotion, and he swallowed hard, but before he could say anything, Chichiri kissed him, tongue slipping into the other man's mouth, running over the small fangs, sliding across his palate, possessively claiming the other's mouth. They laid down on their sides briefly, then Chichiri pushed Tasuki onto his back. The bandit looked a little bit surprised when Chichiri straddled him, placing his hands on his shoulders to hold him down. "Please Tasuki. Let me do this for you." Voice thick with emotion, serious now that the no da was missing.

Nodding wordlessly, Tasuki craned his neck to reach Chichiri's mouth. The bandit licked lightly at his bottom lip, silently requesting entrance. Tongues met and moved against each other, neither fighting for dominance. With one last kiss they broke apart, gasping. Chichiri gave him another quick kiss before pulling away again, licking, nibbling, and nuzzling his way down the red head's throat. Tasuki's intense gaze followed the path Chichiri took. One hand left its position on a tanned shoulder to run across Tasuki's chest, fingers circling the right nipple. Lowering his mouth to the hardened nub, he sucked earnestly, teeth scraping slightly. Tasuki's breaths quickened, bolts of pleasure shooting to his rapidly hardening length. Smiling against the soft skin beneath his lips, Chichiri thought, //I wonder how vocal he'll get? If he's as loud in bed as he is the rest of the time?// Moving both hands to the waistband of Tasuki's pants, he looked up for permission to go further. His answer was a small growl, and the lifting of his hips, allowing Chichiri to untie the drawstring, and pull the garment down then off slim hips and legs, completely exposing him to the older seishi's heated gaze. Suddenly Tasuki frowned, a look of annoyance crossing his features. At first Chichiri was certain he must have done something wrong, until Tasuki leered at him. "Yer way too overdressed Chiri-chan. Lose the clothin' love."

With a grin of his own Chichiri quickly complied, his clothes soon tossed haphazardly around the room, his attention already returning to his former task of exploration. He abandoned the nipple in favor of Tasuki's navel. The tip of his tongue ran around the sensitive flesh, then dipped inside, producing a startled gasp from the man under him. Tasuki reached out to Chichiri, burying his fingers in gravity defying bangs, trying to push him lower, where he really wanted that mouth. Grabbing Tasuki's wrists, Chichiri pinned them to his sides, preventing them from guiding his movement. Tasuki got the idea, and grasped the silken sheets tightly in his fists.

Chichiri continued kissing and licking his way downwards, avoiding the weeping erection begging to be touched. Instead, he laved kisses on the skin surrounding it, stoking the soft skin of Tasuki's inner thigh with his tongue. Tasuki was withering under him, desperately trying to gain the friction he needed. "Chiri…onegai!" groaned Tasuki.

Finally he stopped his ministrations, not wanting to tease any longer. Watching his boyfriend closely, Chichiri stroked Tasuki gently, just barely taking him into his hand, watching as a look of absolute bliss crossed the bandit's face. He gave a sharp cry, hips raising, arching up into the touch. Rubbing his thumb over the tip, Chichiri spread the pre-cum over the head. Making sure Tasuki's eyes were fixed on him Chichiri wiped the head with a finger, bringing it to his lips. He reveled in the taste of the slightly bitter fluid, yearning to taste more of this beautiful man.

He slid a bit further down the lithe body, till his face was hovering just above the younger seishi's cock. Lowering his head, Chichiri lashed his tongue along the underside, tracing the vein, and a strangled gasp came from Tasuki. Chichiri placed a kiss near the base, just above his balls, before placing open mouthed kisses up the shaft. Wrapping his lips around the head he sucked gently, licking the pre-cum collected there, dipping into the slit. Tasuki's hips bucked, thrusting up into the warm, wet cavern surrounding his cock, wanting more of that incredible heat. Chichiri's hands moved to Tasuki's hips, pushing him back onto the bed and holding him there. With a groan of frustration he pushed futilely against Chichiri's grip.

Lowering his head again, he swirled his tongue around briefly, then took as much of the hard length into his mouth as possible. The monk was somewhat irked that he couldn't get all of Tasuki in at once. Although, since this was a first, he supposed he wasn't doing that bad. He wrapped a hand firmly the base. Bobbing his head, Chichiri quickly set up a rhythm, stroking Tasuki with both hand and tongue, teeth scraping ever so gently across the steel velvet encased in his lips.

Tasuki was panting, hands convulsively clutching at the sheets. Small cries escaped, though his jaw was clenched tight to try to prevent the sounds. Chichiri's own arousal was beginning to ache. He ignored it for the time being, concentrating his efforts on Tasuki. He increased his pace, hand moving faster, sucking harder. Tasuki's whole body was trembling, he was so close to the edge. "Chi…Chiri…I'm…gonna…"

Chichiri knew what was about to happen, if Tasuki's words and the tightening of his balls was any indication. He moved his mouth around the tip as Tasuki came. Tasuki's back arched and a scream was wrenched from the bandit's throat, his eyes squeezed shut, as Chichiri swallowed. He sucked and licked the softening length clean before sliding back up the sweat slicked body to claim his lips in a bruising kiss. Tasuki could taste himself in the other man's mouth, tongue exploring each and every crevice he could. He reached between their bodies, hand curling around the older seishi's cock. Chichiri moaned, thrusting into the hand, face pressed against Tasuki's neck.

*Where the fuck did he learn ta suck a guy off like that? Wonder what else he knows?* Cupping a hand under Chichiri's chin, he tipped the monk's head up, to gaze into his eye. His fingers trailed up a pale cheek, till he reached the scar that permanently sealed his left eye shut. He traced the jagged mark gently, just barely ghosting over the flesh. Looking at him intently, he tried to gauge the effect his next words would have. "I want ya ta fuck me Chiri. Onegai."

The mahogany eye widened slightly, but the look in that beautiful eye was what convinced Tasuki that he'd made the right decision. Love, desire, anticipation, and even a small amount of fear was what he could see. And something else. Something he'd never even thought about with regards to the monk. Pure, unadaltered lust shone in his look. "That's what I had planned to do, no da." Chichiri purred, caressing Tasuki's cheek, leaning in for a quick kiss before climbing off the bed.

Tasuki whimpered when Chichiri's warm body was suddenly gone. "What are…?"

He didn't get any further though, since he knew exactly what it was that his lover was doing. Chichiri was going through his discarded clothes, muttering to himself. Finally he made a triumphant sounding grunt, and grinning, made his way back to Tasuki. The bandit stared at the small bottle of massage oil in Chichiri's hand. "Ya really did plan this, didn't ya?"

Crawling back over Tasuki's body a sheepish look, accompanied with guilt, crossed his face. "Mmmhmm…I…umm…sorta spent time talking to Nuriko lately, no da. You don't mind that he knows about us, do you?"

One slim eyebrow raised in curiosity, a small smirk curving his lips, Tasuki asked, "An' just what did he tell ya? An' fuck no, I ain't mad he knows. I don' care who knows 'bout us."

The grin was back on Chichiri's face then. "Oh, he told me a lot of things Tasuki-chan, no da. But I think I'll save a few things for another time. Don't want to give out all my secrets just yet, no da." he said playfully.

Tasuki was a little worried know, seeing as he'd also had a few chats with Nuriko. He had an idea of some of the things that the cross dressing seishi would have told Chichiri. Thinking about it though, the suggestions suddenly didn't seem so bad. "I can hardly wait Chiri. Now, are ya goin' ta do sumthin' with that oil or not love?"

Blushing, Chichiri leaned down and captured those annoying lips, effectively stopping the red head from saying anything else. This was going to be hard enough, without Tasuki's teasing. He knew what to do in theory, but he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt Tasuki. The young man seemed to pick up on his thoughts. Pulling away slightly, Tasuki whispered, "Don' worry Chiri-chan. Ya ain't gonna hurt me."

"But how do you know for certain. It's not like I've ever done this before. I never want to hurt you." Chichiri mumbled, averting his gaze.

Tasuki took Chichiri's face in his hands, forcing the monk to look at him. "Do ya really wanna know why yer not goin' ta hurt me?" Without waiting for a response he continued, "'Cause I trust ya. I trust that yer not going ta do anythin' to harm me. I've never trusted anyone in my life as much as I do you. Whenever I'm with you I feel safe. I haven't felt truly safe in…well, as long as I can remember. At home I never felt safe with all those women around, and I mean, being a bandit ain't exactly safe either, and I'm not even goin' ta go into the whole seishi thing." Caressing the pale skin beneath his hand he kept going. "It's only you Chiri-chan. Yer the one that I trust with my life. An' not jus' with my life. I trust ya with both my heart and soul, knowing ya wouldn't do anythin' ta break either of 'em. I love ya, and I want ya ta do this. I need you. Need to feel you an' know that this ain't a dream. Please Chiri?"

Chichiri blinked, taken aback by Tasuki's words. He'd never heard Tasuki talk with such conviction before. He realized that what the younger man had said was true. //It figures Tasuki would have known the right things to say to me. He always does, which is one of the reasons I love him so much.//

He still didn't make a move to do anything though. Growling in frustration, and impatience, Tasuki pressed himself full length against Chichiri. They both moaned as their erections met, hard flesh pressing against equally hard flesh. Chichiri kissed a burning trail down Tasuki's already heated skin. Tasuki's hands slid down the monk's back to his ass, caressing the globes lovingly. Concentrating on his nipples Chichiri took one into his mouth, while one hand stroked and rolled the other between his fingers. His other hand moved down to Tasuki's length, stroking from the tip down, then continuing on over his balls, to the sensitive patch of skin behind. Using the hand that had previously been laving attention to Tasuki's chest, Chichiri uncapped the oil. He poured some into his palm, needing to warm the cool liquid.

One oiled finger circled his opening, before moving to dip inside. Tasuki bit his lip when the slick digit started to push its way into his body. He fought the urge to hiss, as Chichiri's probing finger caused a slight pain and a burning sensation. *It's been way too long since somebody did this.* He tried to relax as much as he could, make this as easy for Chichiri as possible, knowing how insecure the monk was at the moment.

Chichiri moved his finger in and out of the young seishi under him. He crooked his finger, searching for Tasuki's prostate, knowing he'd found the spot when the other man bucked, his hips jerking reflexively. He gave a short cry, then gasped out, "More, Chiri, more. Onegai!"

Chichiri worked a second finger in, scissoring them, stretching the tight ring of muscle, watching his lover's face for the first sign of any pain. Soon he had three digits moving easily inside of him. Tasuki was thrusting his hips, trying to impale himself further, pushing back against Chichiri's hand. "Now Chiri, onegai. I can't wait any fuckin' longer!"

Chichiri withdrew his fingers, Tasuki moaning at the empty feeling he was left with. Chichiri shifted, settling himself between the young man's legs, hands spreading Tasuki's thighs further apart. A moment later the head of Chichiri's shaft pressed against his opening. Tasuki wrapped his legs around Chichiri's waist, his calves resting lightly on the curve of the monk's ass. He nodded, silently telling Chichiri that he was ready. The blue haired man leaned down and captured Tasuki's lips before slowly pressing into his tight passage. He stopped when the head of his cock was past the ring of muscle. After a minute he continued, moving a couple inches deeper before resting again, letting Tasuki adjust to the feeling.

It took all of Chichiri's remaining self control to stop himself from slamming into the young man's velvety warmth. Tasuki, however, had never been big on self control. Ignoring the internal voice of reason, that was telling him this was going to hurt like a bitch, Tasuki pulled his legs forward, effectively pushing the monk into him up to the hilt. Two identical gasps were issued, though one in pain the other in pleasure. Breathing hard, Tasuki blinked back the tears that threatened to spill, not wanting Chichiri to feel bad. Besides, the pain was already subsiding into the wonderful feeling of being filled. *Suzaku, I've missed this.* Before Chichiri could reprimand him for his hasty actions, Tasuki clenched his inner muscles. The monk's grip on his shoulders tightened, a moan slipping from between his lips. The bandit rocked his hips, his own aching arousal rubbing against Chichiri's stomach.

"Oh…Suzaku…tight…you're so tight Tasuki-chan." Chichiri groaned, eyes riveted to the place their bodies were joined, growing even harder at the fact that his member was actually buried in this beauty.

"Onegai Chiri, move, onegai!" complained Tasuki, letting out a whine of impatience, which quickly turned into a mewl of pleasure as Chichiri complied with his request.

Not wanting to deny the bandit anything, Chichiri pulled out until just the tip of his length was still inside his body, before slowly trusting back in. he set up a painfully slow rhythm, torturing not only Tasuki but himself as well. He took this time to look, really look, at his partner. Tasuki's face was flushed, the sweat on his frame glistening in the pale moonlight filtering through the palace window. His lips were bruised and swollen, and, Chichiri observed with a small amount of pride, there were numerous marks on his throat and collarbone, that would definitely still be there in the morning. Due to the joys of youth, the bandit's erection was back full force, begging for attention, laying across his abdomen. The red head's eyes were glazed over with pleasure, lust and love shining within the trusting golden depths. "You're beautiful Tasuki."

"Chiri, I'm not…" Tasuki argued.

"One time, just this one time, don't argue with me. You are beautiful. You're absolutely perfect. All bronze skin and lean, sleek lines. Perfect." His hands moved reverently across the bandit's chest. "I wouldn't want to change anything."

Tasuki knew he was blushing, although he didn't know that his flaming cheeks had made another word pop into the monk's mind. //Adorable. He's so kawaii when he blushes, but I think I'll keep this to myself. I don't think even I would be able to escape the tesson's wrath if I called Tasuki adorable. My bashful lover.//

Not for the first time Chichiri found himself wondering if anyone else had ever seen this side of Tasuki. He wasn't naïve enough to believe that this was his first time, since he'd all but gotten a confession from Tasuki about his previous relationship with Kouji. No, he was wondering if anyone else had seen the gentle, loving young man hidden behind the boisterous attitude that Tasuki showed the world.

Chichiri's hands slid down lightly muscled arms, fingertips tracing the delicate veins in Tasuki's wrists, before twining their fingers together. The slow pace was obviously wearing away at what was left of Tasuki's patience. He thrust up hard and fast, Chichiri penetrating deeper into the young man's body. Tasuki's grip on his lover's hands tightened, just shy of causing pain. "Not that I don' like makin' love slow…but I ain't gonna break. An' I wanna prove that ta ya. Ya don' hafta treat me like I'm made of glass. An' besides, I thought I said I wanted ya ta fuck me Chiri-chan."

He gave in then, knowing there wouldn't be any point in trying to take things slow, not when it was Tasuki who was the one setting the pace. He pulled out again, grinning down at Tasuki's exasperated visage. "Well, seeing as it's your birthday, I'll give you what you want. For today anyways, no da."

Before the words had even registered, Chichiri sheathed himself in Tasuki's passage in one quick, hard thrust. He pulled out again just as fast, roughly slamming back in, making sure the head of his cock brushed Tasuki's prostate with each movement of his hips. With each stroke across his prostate, the young seishi cried out, words spilling from his mouth in an indistinguishable mess, the monk only managing to make out what could possibly have been a very garbled version of his name.

Between long, deep moans, and his panting, Tasuki managed to form semi-coherent words. "Har…harder, Chiri, fa…faster!" He couldn't have stopped himself from pleading with Chichiri even if he'd wanted to.

With their hands still tightly entwined, the pace of their lovemaking sped up, Tasuki meeting each thrust halfway with one of his own. Chichiri was so close to the edge, balancing on a precipice, but not yet ready to fall. He wanted to make the younger man lose control first. Freeing one hand from the vice grip on his fingers, he reached out and grasped Tasuki's weeping member in his fist, pumping it in time with his thrusts into the lithe body.

Pleasure coursed through Tasuki's veins, Chichiri's stroking of his body both inside and out too much for the young seishi to handle. When Chichiri changed the angle of his thrusts to hit Tasuki's prostate straight on, while at the same time running his thumb across the head of his cock, that was all he needed.

He came with a scream, yelling his lover's name, his seed spattering against his own stomach and chest. His back arched until he felt like his spine was going to snap. After his convulsing frame had settled down some, Tasuki sagged back onto the pillows, dragging Chichiri with him. Locking his hands around Chichiri's neck he pressed him closer for a kiss, his lips soft and pliant to the monks hungry and demanding lips.

Chichiri groaned, Tasuki's still spasming muscles tightening around his length. He gritted his teeth against the feeling, not wanting his release to be wrenched from him. Not yet, not before he got to spend more time inside the man he loves. Once he had himself more or less under control, he continued pounding into Tasuki. The small whimpers and grunts that were pulled from Tasuki's throat guaranteed his quick loss of fought for control. He drove once more into the body beneath his, before Tasuki's warmth and the tightness gripping his cock ripped Chichiri's own release from him, his seed spilling deep inside the bandit's passage.

Tasuki swallowed his cries with a kiss, not wanting to draw more attention then they already had to the room. Chichiri's whole body shook with the force of his orgasm, Tasuki's muscles milking every last drop from his softening length. Exhausted, Chichiri's shuddering arms no longer able to support him, the monk collapsed on top of Tasuki, not caring about the sticky mess he landed in. Realizing his weight would eventually squish Tasuki, he rolled to the side, his softened member slipping out of Tasuki. They both moaned at the feeling, Chichiri missing the heat and comfort the young man's body gave him, and Tasuki mourning the feel of the monk filling him so completely, knowing he was loved.

Chichiri pulled Tasuki into his arms, and was met with no resistance. Tasuki snuggled up to him, resting his head over Chichiri's heart, listening to the rapid heartbeat start to slow. Tasuki slipped a leg between both of Chichiri's, tangling their legs together. Chichiri's arms snaked around the bandit's waist, holding him tight, rubbing small soothing circles on his thighs. Tasuki's body was completely limp in his arms. His breathing had slowed back to normal, the relaxed even breaths making him think Tasuki had fallen asleep. When the red head shifted to place a lazy kiss on his chest he realized the bandit was very much awake. "Chiri?" A soft sated voice, that he barely recognized as Tasuki's, questioned.

"What is it Tasuki-chan?"

"Umm…I know I wasn't exactly quiet when we were makin' love, so…why didn' any of Hotohori's guards come rushin' in here?" Once again he cursed himself for the fact that he blushed so easily in front of Chichiri.

Chichiri chuckled, Tasuki could feel the reverberations beneath his cheek. "I'm pretty sure Nuriko had something to do with that, no da. I'd forgotten about that little fact, but next time I'll set up a ward that will keep sounds from escaping."

One hand left Tasuki's waist and moved to the fine strands of fiery hair, carding his fingers through it. "Next time, huh."

"Hai. Next time. Which, if I have my way, will be right after your party."

"Arigato Chiri-chan." Tasuki murmured.

"For what?" Chichiri wanted to know if Tasuki had figured out why he'd picked tonight for their first time.

"For the best birthday present I've ever gotten. Aishiteru Chiri-chan."

"Aishiteru Tasuki-chan. Happy birthday, no da."

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~Owari~