Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Control ❯ Good Clean Fun ( Chapter 3 )

Good Clean Fun… Bandit Style!

 

A/N: Yet another `What if…' ending for my other fic. Put in to motion by my beta/muse Miss Elf-chan, she decided to feed me with hentai mental images.

 

Warnings: Bandit-ness, bath-time fun, and language, K/SM/T.

 

Rating: MA You no likey, you no readey!

 

 

 

Things were moving smoothly; Tasuki had agreed to meet in the bath chamber entirely unaware of the devious scheme that two of his three traveling companions had cooked up.

 

If he thought it strange that the two had wanted to see him at the bathing pool, he didn't show it. Instead, he wandered in to the steam filled room clad in only a drying cloth that was cinched loosely at lean hips.

 

His amber eyes scanned the room slowly, searching for the two he was to meet, and widened when he found them; stark naked and eyeing him in a way that friends should not.

 

“Er, what's with th' looks, guys? Somethin' wrong?” He asked, his hands going to his waist to insure that the cloth still covered him.

 

The first of the two stood and casually walked over to him, trailing blue/green eyes over his form in a decidedly hungry manner. “Nope. Now that you're here, everything's perfect.” There was something odd in his friend's voice, if he didn't know any better he would have to say it sounded like… longing.

 

The second friend strode to him and circled his, now, uncomfortable person, the shine in those emerald eyes seemed almost over bright as his friend stopped in front of him.

 

“He's wearing far too many clothes for what we have in mind, ne?” This one's voice was odd as well; “We need to fix that.”

 

Before he could blink hands were tugging at the cloth around his hips and smoothing over his chest.

 

Things were getting a little too friendly.

 

Smacking the hands away in alarm, he stepped back determined to put as much distance between himself and the hentai's standing in front of him. “What th' fuck is yer problem!? Keep yer damned hands to yerself! Both of ya!”

 

The smaller of the hentai's grinned up at him, “aw, but Gen-chan we just want to play.” The sweet smile and the sultry tone finally pierced the fog of shock that had held him.

 

“Arright, what's th' joke? I seriously doubt th' two of ya wanted me down here ta seduce me, so what do ya want-“

 

Warm lips pressed against his own and the feel of a decidedly feminine body pressed against his back; something told him that he just might have been wrong to assume they were joking.

 

He was effectively pinned between two naked and, assumedly, aroused bodies with no easy way out.

 

`Fine. They wanna play fuck-with-Tasuki's-head, I'll play right back!'

 

Tasuki closed his eyes and leaned in to the kiss, using his tongue to force the firm lips apart. His tongue darted forward to taste and tease, enjoying the unique flavor of his long time friend. A groan escaped him as questing hands found and stroked him from root to tip in one motion.

 

His back arched and he pressed fully into the body in front of him, reveling in the feel of warm skin and wiry frame. Those delicious lips pulled away, but before a complaint could be uttered he was spun around and another tongue was thrust into his mouth. Smaller hands worked over his heated flesh pinching nipples, raking fingers over his skin, before working their way down to entwine around the other hand at his manhood

 

A passion-filled sigh was heard as something hard and hot was pushed up against his backside. The motion surprised him for a moment but the intense pleasure of the hands caressing his flesh calmed his protests as it further inflamed him.

 

Moving one hand up, he pinched and rolled the puckered flesh of the breasts before him while the other was busy pulling at the lean hips behind him, demanding more contact.

 

Soft lips pulled away from his mouth, “Now, Kouji. He's ready.”

 

He was on his back with a highly aroused Miaka straddling his hips before his brain had fully processed her words. The passion in her gaze caused his hands to shake as one clasped her hip and the other held his member as he guided her down to his aching hardness.

 

“Ah Tasuki! Mmnnnhhh!” She groaned as he fit in to her, grasped her hips and moved her over him. Her cries of pleasure were soon silenced as Kouji took his place at her side, thrusting his gender in to her waiting mouth.

 

The sight of his best friend fucking his lover's mouth was almost too much to watch. His eyes greedily took in the way Kouji's hands fisted in her hair and pulled her to him, forcing himself down her throat as her hands cupped his hips and she groaned around her mouthful.

 

This wasn't about tenderness or love; this was base and primal, their bodies straining towards release with a reckless abandon that shook the trio to the core.

 

Kouji's thrusts became more frantic, his meager control slipping as he forcefully pushed into her mouth. He gave a strangled cry, his back bowing backwards as his backside clenched and his seed poured out of him.

 

Releasing her head from clenched fists, Kouji knelt beside her and helped move her hips more forcefully over Tasuki's arousal as they shared a deep kiss.

 

He was frantic now, his hips rising from the stone floor to thrust deeper into her trembling body. Her cries of ecstasy driving him as adeptly as the silken passage that sheathed his arousal tightly. A soft hiccuping moan tore itself from her parted lips and her body locked up, clenched around his hardness and pushed him over that final precipice into completion. Their almost simultaneous screams of ecstasy echoing around the stone room as she slumped against his chest tiredly.

 

Kouji grinned and lifted Miaka's languid body high against his chest as he stood to carry her to the rapidly cooling waters of the bath.

 

He washed her quickly and wrapped a thick white robe around her frame before showing the same courtesy to the exhausted Tasuki. By the time he had washed and wrapped himself in his own robe, the other two had recovered enough to voice their thoughts concerning the proceedings.

 

“Next time, all ya gotta do is ask. Hell, if'n I knew what th' two of ya were plannin' I wouldda been here sooner!”

 

Miaka grinned at him, “Good, because Kouji's not done with us yet.”

 

Tasuki raised a brow at the female seishi, “Wha? Are ya tryin' ta tell me this was his idea?!”

 

Miaka nodded, a devious grin gracing her features. “He said that next he's going after Chichiri!”

 

Tasuki's eyed widened as he turned to his best friend, “Yer thinkin' a goin' after `Chiri next?” At Kouji's nod Tasuki shook his head. “Iunno if'n he'd go fer it. He don't seem quite th' type ta get in ta somethin' like this.”

 

Kouji smirked, “Genrou, everyone likes good clean fun now and again, even hentai monks who're watchin' from the doorway.”

 

Everyone turned to find a red faced Chichiri staring in shock, “DA!” He cried as he vanished in a poof of blue/gray smoke.

 

Kouji's smirk widened, “See, I told ya. Everyone likes good clean fun.”

 

 

 

 

 

So… am I looking at many funeral bills to pay? Death by nosebleed seems to be the way I lose a lot of readers… wonder why?

 

LOVE!

 

V.M.