Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ The Chambers of My Heart ❯ Chapter 1

The Chambers of My Heart

 

 

By: V.M.

 

Disclaimer: Don't own it, Watase Yuu does as well as a slew of other marketing companies and crap.

 

Warnings: All right, there is a pairing that is not Tas/Chi in this fic but don't worry, Tas/Chi IS the pair I am telling this story about. No Worries! Much love to Miss moonraven_croft for inspiring this with one of her fics. Let's see if she can figure out which one was the inspiration. Heh heheheh!

 

 

Chichiri was deep in thought. Not a strange thing by any means, but it was the content of his thoughts that would raise a few brows.

 

Tasuki.

 

Somehow his thoughts always returned to Tasuki. No matter if he had begun thinking about something as mundane as the amount of rainfall they had been getting, his thoughts would always return to the boisterous redhead. It was starting to worry him.

 

To add to things, Tasuki had begun acting strangely about four days before they had gotten back to Mt. Reikaku and the odd behavior continued as the long welcoming party wore on. He was sitting in a corner with Kouji talking heatedly to the other man about something in low tones. Though Chichiri may have been unable to hear the conversation, he could feel the distress in his friend's ki. It flickered and wavered as if deeply upset, causing Chichiri's thoughts to focus on the redheaded thief that had run away with his heart.

 

He'd been keeping his feelings for Tasuki buried as deep as possible, in the dark recesses of his soul, since he had held him against his chest after Tamahome had beaten him to within an inch of his life in the gardens of the Kutou palace. At times he had more trouble than others in hiding his love for the younger man, but had never come so close to taking what he wanted as he had just a few days ago.

 

They had bathed together on many occasions, but this one instance had driven home exactly how much he had wanted the younger man. Chichiri had been sitting in a hot spring, enjoying the warmth of the water and daydreaming about his bandit, when Tasuki had made an appearance. His cheeks had been flushed with color and he had been staggering, alerting Chichiri to his friend's drunken state, when Tasuki had stripped himself down and attempted to climb in to the spring he tripped over his own feet in his drunken haze and fallen into Chichiri's lap… face first.

 

Chichiri knew that Tasuki had gotten an eye full when he had leaned back up out of the water, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Tasuki's cheeks had turned pink and he had fled the spring as quickly as drunkenly possible.

 

He hadn't spoken much in the four-day trip back to Mt. Reikaku and Chichiri was beginning to worry that his friend knew exactly how he felt… and was repulsed.

 

That had been the worst part; knowing that Tasuki was disgusted by his feelings for him.

 

Shaking off his melancholy thoughts, Chichiri raised his head to look at the man who held his heart as he walked away with Kouji, Tasuki's ki flickering and flaring in his distress.

 

The monk dropped his head to rest against the worn table in front of him and tried with all his might to keep his mind from wondering just what Tasuki had told Kouji in their short conversation.

 

The party had begun to wear down to belching and drinking contests between already drunken bandits when he felt it. Tasuki's ki flared and pulsed and after the strange flickering of earlier, Chichiri could not keep himself from pulling his kasa from its place around his neck and stepping through.

 

The sight that greeted him was one he had played out in his dreams only with one major difference…

 

Kouji had Tasuki pinned to the wall and was fucking him mercilessly; the wet slap of skin that filled the air and the grunts of satisfaction issuing from both men were enough to tear a strangled groan from Chichiri's throat.

 

Kouji paid no mind to the interruption and kept his pace furious and fast while Tasuki was helpless to do anything but stare at Chichiri with lust glazed eyes and an open mouth.

 

Chichiri stood there taking in the sight of his love being screwed into the wall with growing horror even as his pants tightened at seeing the one he loved in the throws of ecstasy. Tasuki's jaw clenched and his back went rigid as a cry of completion tore it's way out of his throat, his seed splattering against the wall as climax stole over him.

 

Kouji was soon to follow but Chichiri couldn't watch anymore as Tasuki's eyes cleared and flooded with shame, with a `pouf' Chichiri was in his assigned room, silent tears working their way down his cheek as he fell to the bed.

 

His heart was broken not just because Tasuki had been fucked right in front of him but because he knew then that Tasuki wasn't against a male lover… as long as that lover wasn't him.

 

 

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Tasuki sagged against the wall feeling as if he had just destroyed something special.

 

He had asked Kouji to help him out with his problem and the other bandit had reluctantly agreed, it had taken almost an hour to get Kouji in an `action' ready state but it had been worth it… at first.

 

Though Kouji was not against gay pairings, it had been hard for him to see Tasuki as a potential bedmate. They shared too much history and, apart from some teen-aged exploration, were like brothers, but Kouji was the only one Tasuki felt he could turn to for help to ease his pent-up need for his monk companion.

 

Usually Tasuki could either keep his desire in check or take care of things on his own, but after feeling Chichiri's naked cock pressed against his face when he had fallen into the spring he knew that no amount of fantasy or self-gratification was going to help him. He had tried several times during their four-day trip back to Reikaku to relieve the painful erection straining against the front of his pants and every time he had failed. His own touch would not bring him to completion and so he had enlisted the reluctant help of the only one he could trust.

 

Kouji.

 

It had been awkward at first, Kouji just could not bring himself to feel lust for his leader but Tasuki had taken things into hand and slowly Kouji had responded. Kisses were sparse and uncomfortable but the feel of smooth skin and panting breath had helped them over come their aversion to what they had viewed as inscest, allowing lust to reign and bodies to connect.

 

Though it had felt pretty good to have a warm male body pressing into him, the turning point had come when Chichiri had appeared not ten feet from him. His pleasure had heightened and pulled at him more strongly as Chichiri's naked gaze had roved over him, his mind created the image of Chichiri being the one pounding him into the wall and that image had thrown him over the precipice into completion.

 

As he had been coming back to himself, the raw pain shimmering in that lone mahogany eye had caused shame and dejection to pierce his chest. He had almost cried out in physical pain when Chichiri had teleported out of the room but the feel of Kouji's cock sliding out of him pulled his mind away from the urge.

 

“Kouji, I think I really fucked up.”

 

Kouji panted behind him, face resting against Tasuki's back. “Why's that?”

 

“Chiri was just here… I-I I think I just destroyed our friendship.” A lone tear escaped and merged with the sweat on his skin, “Suzaku! Kouji, what th' hell am I gonna do if'n he hates me?”

 

Kouji leaned away from Tasuki's back, his breathing more under control. “Yer gonna find him an' explain yerself; if'n he turns away from ya I don't know what t'tell ya, but there's always th' possibility he won't. He may be feelin' th' same as you do an' is just hurt t'see ya fuckin' someone other than him.”

 

Tasuki turned tearful eyes to his best friend and nodded.

 

Things were about to get difficult.

 

 

End Chapter 1.

 

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