Warnings: Slash, Lemon, Major PWP and more BDSM Lite ™.

AN: Chichiri in particular may seem a little OOC here. The general idea (and I've tried to work this in as best I could considering it's a PWP) is that he and Tasuki have been together for quite a long time, that they have had time to get comfortable and experiment and do things they (especially Chiri) might not have done in the beginning.

I'm not as happy with this portion as I am with the first half…hope you like!

Disclaimer: At the rate things are going lately, I'll be lucky to own enough change to buy soda, much less these lovely bishies or Fushigi Yuugi. *Sigh*

The Fox and the Wolf

by Xellas M.

Tasuki knelt on the floor despite the discomfort the hard surface gave to his bare knees. He was slicing various fruits and vegetables, muttering curses under his breath the entire time. He realized he had no one to blame for his current predicament other than himself, but that did not make cooking, a chore he loathed, any more tolerable.

Glancing up, the fire seishi tried his best to remember what it was about this situation that had seemed so exciting. He looked to Chichiri, but the mage was sitting on their bed, studying a scroll and not even looking at his partner. The redhead looked back down at the remnants of what had once been edible food and growled in disgust.

"Aren't you finished yet?" The mage replied. "If you keep trying to cut the vegetables by glaring at them, we'll never get anything to eat."

Tasuki ignored the thrill he always got whenever his lover used his natural, drop-dead sexy tone of voice and managed to focus on his growing irritation.

"Chiri, this ain't exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to be a slave, ya know. The general idea was for you ta fuck me silly." The younger man silently congratulated himself on his patience and tact.

Chichiri laughed. "Maybe after dinner. If it's edible. I swear you're a worse cook than Miaka, no da."

The return of the no da's pushed the fire seishi over the edge. "Fuck this!" He hissed, standing up and ripping off the ridiculous apron that was the only covering his lover had allowed him to wear.

The mage finally put down the scroll he had been examining so intently. His single eye narrowed as he took in the sight of his fuming, naked lover. "Tasuki, having a tantrum isn't going to get the food done any faster either."

Sparks exploded behind the redhead's eyes. Automatically, he reached behind his back for the tessen that should have been there, ready show the fucking monk just how quickly the fire seishi could cook the damn dinner.

But of course, the tessen wasn't there. By the time that fact registered in the younger man's brain, it was too late.

Chichiri snorted derisively. He stood, muttered something under his breath and waved his hand.

Tasuki couldn't move. At all. He tried to argue but he could no more open his mouth than he could sprout wings and fly like the Phoenix God. All he could do was blink in astonishment and fury.

"You act like a child, so maybe I should punish you like one." The blue haired man began circling his immobile partner. Suddenly, the mage reached out and smacked Tasuki's bottom, hard. The sound rang through the room. It even drowned out the almost audible curses that hung in the air begging to be used by the bandit leader but doomed by the monk's spell before they ever had a chance. The redhead waited helplessly and not without excitement for the next blow. It never fell.

"Or…" The older man continued, as his circling brought him back around to his partner's front. Without warning, he reached forward and twisted one of the fire seishi's nipples. Tasuki wasn't particularly sensitive in that area, but the amount of force his lover had used more than made up for that fact. Lightly, the blue-haired man stroked the redhead's inner thigh, the gentle caress a complete contrast.

"Maybe…" The mage wandered away for a moment to grab a few things from his chest of drawers. He soon returned, the items hidden from the younger man's curious gaze as the monk walked around behind his partner once more. Something cold was rubbed in between his cheeks then abruptly removed before the sensation started to become too pleasurable.

"I'll punish you by…" The mage was moving again. By this time, the redhead was developing an erection of formidable size. Not that he could do anything about it. Standing at the younger man's side, Chichiri lightly ran his tongue along the outside of his lover's ear, then scratched sharply down the sensitive skin just above the redhead's hip.

"Making you…" The mage was in the redhead's face again. Smirking, the blue-haired man held a plug before his mate's stunned golden eyes. It was the same one the bandit leader had used on Chichiri. The fire seishi had been distraught upon not finding it the next morning, as it was a trip of several days from Mt. Leikaku to find a town large enough to purchase something like that. Apparently the monk had been planning this all along.

Gently, Chichiri placed one hand at the top of Tasuki's forehead. With the hand holding the plug, the mage placed two fingers on his lover's chin and forced his mouth open. As soon as there was enough room, the toy was placed between the redhead's lips. The mage twisted it around, stepped back and looked at his partner's face critically, then shook his head. He removed the plug and gently closed Tasuki's jaw.

"By making you wait, Tasuki-kun." The monk finally finished, his tone mischievous. He quickly kissed the younger man's nose, and then began stalking around the redhead once more. Standing directly behind the fire seishi, the older man used one of his feet to separate his partner's legs slightly. The bandit waited for the inevitable, curious and aroused by the thought of the plug being shoved up his ass. He was not disappointed. The invasion was more than welcome, even though it only made him hunger more for his lover's body.

The mage moved in, so close that Tasuki could feel the heat of his lover's body radiating against his back, so close that he swore he could feel his partner's thickness burning a hot line against the curve of his ass. Arms wrapped around his body but did not touch him. Elegant fingers began tracing the lines of his chest, gentle caresses too light to do more than tease. They outlined his ribs, ran lightly down the center of his body to his navel, then danced upwards, following his collar-bone to his neck, then dropped down and gently stroked the inside of his trembling thighs, the backs of his knees, every inch of flesh they could reach.

Had the fire seishi been able to move, he would have collapsed. It was too hard to remain upright; he became dizzy as the distance grew between his growing need and the ceaseless teasing. But he had no choice.

Eventually relenting, Chichiri easily moved limbs that the younger man could not move himself, bringing his lover first to his knees, then resting back on his ankles. He then dropped back to admire his work.

"Perfect." The blue-haired man sighed happily as he went to stand directly in front of Tasuki one final time. The younger man found himself face to face with the impressive bulge that had formed under the loose green linen pants.

The fire seishi was thrilled, anticipating what was to come next. He loved sucking on Chichiri's cock. Sometimes Tasuki even thought he preferred giving head to the act of sex itself, usually at times like this when his lover's erection was so very close to his waiting lips. The redhead congratulated himself on losing his temper. If he hadn't, he still might be trying to cook that miserable dinner! Instead, dinner was being slowly and tantalizingly revealed, mere inches away from his face, as the older man took down his pants in an elaborate and teasing display.

"Do you want this, Tasuki? Do you want me in your mouth?" Gods, that voice, that sweet voice, that it should be saying such things…of course Tasuki wanted to, even more at having both the idea and the flesh presented to him so boldly. Seeing Chichiri like this, so confident and calm and so damn hot was more than the bandit leader could handle.

"If you want it, just say so." Fingers began playing in the hair on top of Tasuki's head, moving the fire seishi's lips even closer to that delicious erection in a seemingly inadvertent manner. The younger man tried to give voice to his desire, ready to beg for the beautiful treat that was so close to being his.

But he still couldn't talk.

"What's wrong, Tasuki-kun? Tama-neko got your tongue?*" Chichiri smirked.

Tasuki's eyes narrowed. He had been set up. The fire seishi shivered; no one had ever been able to manage him the way Chichiri could. This was the first time the blue-haired man had taken full advantage of that fact.

If the younger seishi had anything to say about it, it would be far from the last.

The older man gave a small sigh of mock disappointment, then took himself in his own hand and began stroking slowly. The mage was so close that his knuckles occasionally whispered against Tasuki's skin as the well seishi worked himself.

Gods, this was so unfair! Chichiri's other hand now tangled itself completely in the mass of red hair it had been playing with, essentially using the touch to keep himself balanced while he tormented the younger man. The mage's strokes increased in speed. He moved his hips back a little to keep from accidentally striking his lover. Soon the older man's head tilted back and little sounds of pleasure escaped from between his slightly parted lips. To watch the reserved man like this, to be taunted with that raw sensuality but not be able to do anything about it at all, was torture.

Tasuki was incredibly frustrated; his own arousal was aching, burning. His golden eyes drank in the awe-inspiring sight of Chichiri touching himself, so abandoned, so goddamned sexy. The monk's breath started to quicken, causing the bandit to hold his own, waiting for what he knew was coming, wanting to drink in the sight if he could not drink the release.

Just before the mage came, he pointed himself directly at the redhead's mouth. Tasuki felt the warm liquid striking his face, wanting more than anything to part his lips and catch it. Instead, most of it dripped from his chin, wasted.

A few seconds later, surprisingly quickly, the monk pulled himself together. He spoke, his voice just the slightest bit breathless. "Tasuki, I'm going to release the binding so you can beg me to finish you. If you make the slightest move on your own, I will bind you again and -" Here Chichiri paused a minute to make sure the bandit was paying attention. Tasuki blinked; it was all he could do. Apparently it was enough for the monk continued. "I will not take you later. Do you understand?"

Suddenly, the redhead was able to move once more. His tongue darted out to his lips, becoming even more aroused now that he was finally able to taste his lover. His entire body was thrumming with desire; desperately he tried to focus, to remember what it was he had to do to come. Oh yes, he had to beg. Fine, he could do that. He just hoped the older man wouldn't make him wait too much longer.

"Ch-Chichiri, please…" Finding his voice was harder than he thought it would be.

"Please what?"

"Please let me come. I need to. Please?" The redhead was desperate, all he hoped for was the right to touch himself as Chichiri had, to find his own satisfaction.

But the mage was kinder than Tasuki had expected. The blue-haired man stepped forward himself, bending down to touch his slave. His elegant hands lightly brushed the younger seishi's sacs, causing the redhead's hips to jerk forward wildly. Chichiri nodded and slowly trailed his index finger along the underside of Tasuki's shaft, one feather-light caress.

That was all it took. The bandit leader's world exploded, his release intense. Eventually he calmed down, his body occasionally spasming with aftershocks.

Chichiri smiled down as the younger man regained awareness. "Now, clean yourself up and finish dinner. I'm hungry."

* * * * *

Eventually, dinner was made and although it didn't look very appetizing, it actually tasted pretty good. Tasuki mentally patted himself on the back as Chichiri fed him another small piece. The bandit had initially protested when his lover had instructed him to lie on the floor while the mage ate, but that turned out to be so that the older man could have fun feeding him personally. The fire seishi certainly wasn't complaining. He grabbed his lover's hand and looked adoringly into that deep, warm mahogany eye as he slowly licked every trace of food from the older man's fingertips.

The mage chuckled. "You are very spoiled for a slave, Tasuki-chan no da."

The bandit grinned. He decided to try and push it, just a little bit. He crawled forward a short way until he could rest his head in the blue-haired man's lap. Twisting around, he playfully bit at the ties to his lover's pants, only to be playfully swatted away as the older man continued eating.

Finally, the meal was over and Tasuki began experiencing the pangs of another type of craving altogether. He had done his job. He had cooked for them, pretty damn well at that, and soon it would be time to play.

"That was very good, Tasuki. Clean up the dishes and then you can have your reward."

Just the words the fire seishi had hoped to hear. He had every intention of using his Suzaku-granted speed to get the table cleared and was just about to do so when the mage suddenly grew very still, his head cocked to one side.

Tasuki groaned. He recognized the look on his lover's face; it was the expression the mage wore when he sensed the presence of another.

The monk sighed. "Get dressed, we're going to have company." The blue-haired man rose and began walking to the table upon which lay his paper mask.

Damn, damn, damn and damn! Whoever was disturbing them was going to get fried to within an inch of his life! Tasuki's fantasy may not have been very specific, but that damn mask with its fake smile and the silly voice the monk used in company, although cute, certainly weren't a part of it in any way, shape or form.

The bandit had just finished fastening the last button on his coat when Chichiri spoke again. The mage was still standing in front of the little table, his back to both Tasuki and the door. "It's Kouji. Answer it before we get the whole routine."

What the fuck did Kouji want anyway? He knew better than to disturb the redhead in his private quarters unless the hideout itself was about to burn to the ground. Growling, he threw the door open.

"Oi, Genrou! You've just gotta come see - "

"Tasuki is busy right now. He will be busy all night. If you have anything to say to him, I suggest you do it quickly." The mage used his most serious voice, placing emphasis on his lover's seishi name. Then the blue-haired man turned around, and Tasuki's breath caught in his throat.

Chichiri had not put on his mask. Of course, Kouji had seen him without it before, when Hotohori had died, but this was different. The monk was making no effort to hide the powerful sensuality that he had been flaunting all evening. Tasuki knew just what an effort it was for the normally shy man to continue their game despite the interruption. He couldn't believe the monk would go so far, just for him.

Kouji just stared, stunned. The mage met the blue-haired bandit's shocked gaze evenly. "Your friend looks thirsty, Tasuki. Get him a drink."

At that point, the younger man would have dropped down on his knees in worship right there if Chichiri had asked it of him. He poured out a small bowl of sake and carried it to Kouji.

Kouji accepted gratefully, downing the liquor. By the time he had finished, the shock on his face had been replaced by a wicked smirk as he took in his friend's submissive behavior. "It can wait. I'll just be going now, thanks. Don't worry, I'll be sure ta tell the guys ta leave ya alone."

Tasuki just bet he would, too. He walked his friend to the door, intending to use the opportunity to threaten the older bandit with his tessen if one word of this got out. Not that the redhead minded so much, but the teasing would certainly bother Chichiri. But he didn't need to say anything. As soon as they were in the doorway, Tasuki's back shielding Kouji from the monk's view, the bandit turned to his boss in the silent communication shared by long-time friends.

Fuckin' hot! Way ta go, man! Kouji said through a series of easily translated, if crude, gestures.

Heh, heh, heh…I'm gonna get some! Tasuki beamed back, his pride in his lover very apparent. Then his eyes narrowed. You'd better keep your mouth shut though, or else…

What the hell do ya take me for? The older bandit was affronted.

You don't really want ta know, do ya? But the redhead smiled, knowing that he could trust his friend.

"Tasuki, are you finished playing yet?"

Oops! Gotta go!

"Goodnight, Kouji." Tasuki said as he closed the door in his friend's face.

* * * * *

It was all the younger man could do to keep from throwing himself at his lover when he returned. The mage hadn't moved except to lean back against the table, his arms folded across his chest. He was smiling knowingly at Tasuki, obviously very much aware of the effect of his little display on the fire seishi. All Tasuki knew was that he wanted to please the mage in return, that he would do anything and everything asked of him if it would make Chichiri happy.

A long moment of silence filled the room while the younger man waited for his instructions. But the monk just stood there, looking at the redhead, giving every indication that the mage was willing to wait forever.

It was too much for Tasuki. "Chichiri?" He asked, timidly.

"I'm waiting for you to clear off these dishes, Tasuki-kun, so I can fuck you senseless. Or had you forgotten?"

The fire seishi had forgotten about the dishes, of course. But there was no sense in trying to explain and risking compounding his error. Besides, that would take valuable time.

In less than two minutes the bandit had everything put away nicely. Speed may not seem like much when compared to some of Chichiri's abilities, but there were times it definitely came in handy. A little bit breathless, the redhead waited for directions.

He didn't have to wait very long. Chichiri still hadn't moved, nor had the smile left his face. "Take off your clothes."

Tasuki knew how much his lover enjoyed looking at him, the mage had told him so often enough. Playfully, he began unbuttoning his coat, his slow movements a complete contrast to the speed he had used to bring them to this point. Finally, he undid the last button and slowly slid the heavy blue wool from his broad shoulders. His chest was bare; he hadn't bothered to put on a shirt earlier.

"Faster." The monk said, his voice a low growl. He still hadn't moved, but the younger man could see both the quickening of the blue-haired man's breath and the flush that had already begun staining his pale cheeks. Chichiri never could hide it when he was turned on.

Tasuki sped up, but only marginally. He couldn't help but bait his partner a little; Chichiri was so incredibly sexy when he was provoked! He loosened the tie holding his pants, then slowly slid them over his hips. Finally, he stood naked, waiting for Chichiri to take him.

"Kneel down and put your arms on the bed." Tasuki complied, stretching himself out invitingly, braced against the low mattress. He heard the soft rustle of clothes being removed behind him, then felt his lover's gentle hands spreading his cheeks apart.

"Tasuki, I didn't tell you that you could take the plug out."

The bandit began to panic. He had displeased Chiri, after all the older man had done for him. "I had ta, when I got dressed, it wouldn't have stayed in, an' - "

A slicked finger invaded the younger man, effectively ending his sentence in a loud moan.

"Don't think I'm going to make it any easier on you."

The finger inside Tasuki twisted, turned, and stretched, quickly joined by another that began pumping in and out of him rapidly, scissoring, lubricating him, opening him. Then they were gone and what was pressing against him was hard and hot and wet and definitely Chichiri.

The mage pushed into his lover's waiting body, moving with a slowness that was truly agonizing for the impatient younger man. He tried to push back, tried to impale himself on that wonderful thickness, but the older man had taken a firm grip on his ass, prepared for the attempt. The well seishi continued at the torturous pace, easing himself in inch by inch until he was completely rooted in the redhead's body. Then, Chichiri did begin to thrust, but still so slowly, so teasingly, that his partner began crying out, cursing and begging for more.

After a few minutes of this, the older man slid himself almost all the way out and slammed back into the bandit's body without warning. This time the cry Tasuki gave was one of sheer joy, relief and overwhelming arousal. The man on top repeated his actions, aiming carefully until on the third try he hit his lover's prostate with force.

The redhead was beside himself, for all he knew this could go on forever, he loved what was happening to him as much as he desperately wanted to come. Finally, Chichiri released his grip on the younger man's ass, allowing the fire seishi to meet his thrusts. Together they moved in perfect rhythm, their minds and hearts focused on this, only this, the single, primal desire for union. The mage reached his end, reaching around and firmly gripping his mate's hardness, unconsciously squeezing the younger man in time with the pulsing of his release. Tasuki followed, screaming his lover's name as he too was overwhelmed.

Tasuki was dismayed when Chichiri left his body immediately, but the feeling was short-lived. The mage fell into bed and pulled the younger man down with him, kissing him deeply.

"Chiri?" The bandit leader asked when he was finally released.

"Yes?" The mage replied, sleep creeping into his voice.

How to ask? The redhead was suddenly uncharacteristically shy. He was happy, sated, but this had been his fantasy, after all. What if Chichiri hadn't enjoyed it as well?

"Did - did you - "

"Yes, Tasuki. I enjoyed that very much. Except - "

Tasuki held his breath, worried that he had somehow failed his lover.

"You really are a very spoiled slave. Next time I might not be so nice about it." Chichiri grinned as the redhead exhaled in relief.

"Next time, you're mine." The fire seishi growled in reply.

He received no argument.

~Owari

*OK, so I tried to work cute little Tama-neko in somehow. It's a PWP, what can ya do? ^_^