Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ The Wolf and the Fox ❯ 1: The Wolf and the Fox ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: Slash, Lemon, major PWP, a little Sap, and something I think I will call BDSM Lite ™ .

Disclaimer: (Boredom alert!) I do not own Tasuki or Chichiri or Fushigi Yuugi.

AN: I should have the sequel available very soon, to be posted as a second chapter.

The Wolf and the Fox

by Xellas M.

Two golden eyes peered through the brush bordering a small path that wound its way up a holy mountain. They belonged to a young wolf silently stalking an intruder that had dared enter his territory. The slender blue fox trotted along merrily, completely unaware of the danger that was lurking in the nearby shadows. The wolf grinned. This hunt would be far from easy, but the reward would be more than worth the effort.

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Chichiri walked along happily, glad to be returning to Mt. Leikaku. He enjoyed walking this particular path more than any other, as it happened to lead to the bandit hideout that the monk had come to consider his home. Today, however, there was a strange feeling in the air that made the tiny blue hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It felt exactly as though he was being watched, but although the Well seishi concentrated intently, he could not sense any chi other than his own. The mage shrugged and tried to ignore the odd sensation.

The path climbed steeply for a while, then leveled out and took a sharp turn. Warily, his senses heightened by the intangible sense of something being not quite right, the monk rounded the corner.

"You have entered the territory of the feared Mt. Leikaku bandits. Give us all your money and we will allow you to pass through these mountains alive." The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, rendered unrecognizable by an echo. Strangely, Chichiri still couldn't sense the speaker's chi.

"I am just a wandering monk, no da. I do not have any money. Anyway, I am here to see Tasuki no da."

"No one passes without paying." The speaker stepped out directly in front of the mage, blocking the path. He was roughly Chichiri's height, maybe an inch or two taller, but broader across the shoulders and quite a bit younger. His hair was a bright, flame-red color and his eyes burned a deep gold. It was Tasuki, but he was looking at his fellow seishi coldly, as though the mage was a complete stranger.

"Tasuki-kun no da! It's good to see you no da. I've missed you!" The cheerful monk removed his mask. Smiling brightly at the younger man, the mage confidently began to advance.

As the blue-haired man began his approach, the bandit reached behind his back. Chichiri was forced to halt in his tracks as he suddenly found himself face to face with the sparkling edge of his fellow seishi's diamond tessen.

"If ya don't have any money, I guess you'll just have ta find another way ta pay." Tasuki smirked as he began taking open inventory of the surprised monk's physical assets. It was obvious that the bandit liked what he saw, perhaps a little too much.

The mage sighed in exasperation. "Very funny, Tasuki no da. Put that thing away before you hurt yourself na no da."

"I'm not the one that's gonna get hurt here, monk. If I were you, I'd be worrying 'bout my own ass just now." The redhead gave a sinister chuckle as he continued, "Then again, I suppose since your ass is about ta be mine it's really the same damn thing."

Chichiri's heart began to pound. Why was Tasuki behaving this way? Was something wrong with the fire seishi or was there another reason? "Tasuki, why can't I sense your chi?"

"None of your fucking business. All you hafta do is shut the fuck up an' do what you're told, bitch."

Chichiri swallowed. His entire body began to shake and his cheeks darkened as he absorbed the statement and particularly that last insult, so unlike the man the monk thought he knew so well. A few deep breaths brought him under control. His single eye narrowed as he raised his hands to perform the simple spell that would put an end to this.

A red swirl surrounded the mage. Before he could say the words that would have stopped the bandit leader dead in his tracks, Chichiri found himself gagged and his arms tied neatly behind his back. He was completely helpless.

"Ya think I'm a fucking idiot? I've dealt with your kind an' there'll be none of that magic shit. You're mine." Roughly, the fire seishi grabbed a handful of blue hair and forced the older man to his knees.

Kneeling in the dirt, the mage was finally forced to take this situation seriously.

He was also forced to admit, if only to himself, how incredibly turned on he was.

He was about to be ravished by a gorgeous young mountain bandit and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He now understood why his lover had pressed so hard to hear all the details of this particular fantasy, even though talking about it had made the shy monk very uncomfortable at the time. The desire that had flushed the mage's cheeks and made his body tremble doubled in intensity as he realized just how far Tasuki would go to please him.

The bound man's thoughts were rudely interrupted when his captor slapped him across the face, not hard enough to leave a mark but just hard enough to remind the blue-haired man of whom was in charge.

Chichiri looked up and met his lover's intense gaze. Unable to speak, the monk allowed his body to relax, conveying his understanding and submission as best he could. The faintest hint of a sweet, loving smile briefly touched the fire seishi's eyes and lips in response to the change.

The soft look vanished quickly, swept away by something hot and hard and filled with lust. The bandit reached out a hand to the monk's upturned face and stroked it possessively. "Good boy. Behave yourself an' I won't hafta hurt ya too much."

Tasuki then grabbed his lover, slung the monk over his shoulder and began walking off the path. Chichiri winced as he found himself hanging upside down, his erection pressing into the redhead's back with every step. It wasn't that the position was all that uncomfortable; it was simply embarrassing. The bandit leader was going to notice his victim's early excitement and would probably tease. The worst part was that the mage couldn't really make himself care. He was going to be fucked, going to be used rough and hard and… Where the hell was Tasuki taking him and why hadn't they gotten there already?

Chichiri did get teased, but not the way he had expected. As the bandit leader walked, he used his free hand to begin rubbing his partner's ass, molding the loose green linen as closely as possible to every inch of the well seishi's backside. The mage began shifting as best he could given his position, trying to press his hardness into his partner, becoming desperate for any friction he could find. The redhead moved his fingers deeper and began rubbing his partner between his cheeks. Chichiri screamed, the sound muffled by the gag.

Tasuki chuckled at the sound, then stopped moving. "We're here." He said simply.

Chichiri heard the sound of a door opening, and then he was carried inside. It was dark, all the windows boarded up, so he could see very little of the place. Frankly, he didn't give a damn what it looked like. He held his breath until Tasuki stopped moving again.

Unceremoniously, the mage was dumped onto a bed. Somehow he ended up lying face down so that all he could see as a small lantern was lit behind him were the red blankets he was lying on top of and the white wall against which the bed rested. He shifted his legs, trying to roll over and get a better view, but the sudden pressure of a knee against his back halted his efforts. He felt his arms being freed, but before he could do anything with them he was grabbed firmly by the wrists. Only when he was held securely was the monk flipped over onto his back. His attacker straddled him, pinning down his prey to prevent it from escaping.

Chichiri took his cue and began struggling, enjoying the fight as he made his lover earn the privilege of ravishing his body. It was hardly a fair fight. Not only was the redhead younger and stronger, but also he had been in a better position from the start. Tasuki won, securing first one of the mage's arms and then the other with cords waiting for just this purpose at either end of the head of the bed. Both men rested a moment, breathing heavily from lust and exertion.

Sitting back, the bandit produced two more of the red silk cords from his pocket. He secured one end of each to his lover's ankles, and then attached the other end with an intricate knot to the bindings at the monk's wrists. The cords were too short to allow Chichiri to continue to lay flat. His only options were to either bend his knees against his shoulders or to raise his legs straight into the air, lifting his arms from the bed. Either choice left him completely vulnerable.

The redhead watched his partner work through these options for a minute with an amused smile. Then a very serious expression crossed the fire seishi's features and he leaned over and removed the gag from the mage's mouth. The bandit leaned close to his lover's ear; his hot breath sent shivers down the blue-haired man's spine as the younger seishi whispered his concern.

"Chiri, love, I know I'm not supposed ta say this, but I need ta know that you're alright with this, that ya still want it."

Chichiri was touched. The question was so like Tasuki: sweet and well meaning but frustrating as hell. Did Chichiri still want it? The monk wasn't sure he'd ever been this aroused; he'd damn well beg for it if necessary. "Tasuki, if you stop now you'll be dodging chi balls from here to the palace no da."

The bandit let out a sigh of relief. "Good. 'Cause I hafta admit, I'm really gettin' off on this an' I don't think I'm gonna be able ta control myself if it goes any farther. This is your last chance ta back out."

Chichiri simply shook his head in reply. He had enough talking already.

The redhead understood. His face hardened again as he produced a small dagger. Quickly, he cut and ripped away the mage's clothing, sparing only the magical kesa which was quickly unclasped and thrown to the side. He ran the flat of the blade along the shivering skin of the naked man's chest.

"Fucking beautiful. I think I'm gonna keep ya here, all to myself, mine ta fuck, whenever and however I want ya." Tasuki set the dagger aside and grabbed an extra pillow. He raised Chichiri slightly from the bed and placed the cushion under his hips.

The monk had never felt this exposed. His ass was raised for the taking, his body bared completely for use of the still fully clothed man. His cock lay full, twitching and weeping against his stomach, revealing what was most shameful of all, that he was enjoying being treated this way. A lot. He closed his eye and waited, wondering what was going to happen to him next.

Chichiri jerked when he felt something cool and wet nudging his entrance. His eye flew open and he looked down to see Tasuki slowly pushing something inside him. The bandit laughed at the bound man's reaction. "This is gonna get ya ready for me, bitch. You should be thanking me."

The blue-haired man merely glared. Yes, he had wanted to be filled but not with some kind of foreign object! But it didn't matter what he wanted. It was quickly done and as the mage adjusted, he realized it wasn't at all unpleasant…but it wasn't enough. It wasn't Tasuki; it could never be nearly enough.

Suddenly that sensation became only one of many as the bandit finally began touching his prize. The redhead's touch was hard, almost painfully so, grasping and taking. His hands, however, were warm and the fire seishi knew exactly where the mage was most sensitive. Fanged teeth soon joined those hands, on several occasions breaking the skin, leaving marks that would label Chichiri as owned.

When Tasuki pulled away, it was all the monk could do to keep from crying out and begging for his tormentor's return. The redhead stripped slowly. The entire time he was undressing he never took his eyes off the blue-haired man writhing lewdly on his bed. When the bandit was completely naked, hard and utterly beautiful, he returned. This time he remained standing, right next to the mage's head.

"I think I wanna fuck your mouth first."

Chichiri pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head. He glared a challenge at the bandit, his eye clearly saying 'Make me.'

The bandit was on him instantly, hands wrapped painfully tightly in blue hair, forcing the mage's gaze to meet his own. Their faces were barely an inch apart. Tasuki's hands tightened their grip, forcing a whimper from Chichiri's throat. His golden eyes burned into his lover's with all the force of an alpha wolf staring down a challenger.

"Do it." He hissed.

Chichiri was unable to hold that golden stare; of course, he hadn't intended to win in the first place, but Tasuki was so incredibly sexy when he was provoked! Blushing, the mage conceded with a nod.

Tasuki climbed on top of the older man's body until he was straddling his lover's neck. The monk watched helplessly as that lean, tan form stretched over him until the redhead was bracing himself against the headboard with one strong arm. With his other hand, he reached down and grabbed his erection.

Chichiri opened his mouth obediently, anticipating the unique feel and taste of the bandit's hardness. The monk was disappointed. Instead of plunging himself in between the waiting man's lips, the fire seishi lightly rubbed the velvet tip of his cock all over Chichiri's face. The mage felt the slight wet stickiness of his lover's excitement everywhere he was touched by that incredible softness. Tasuki's golden eyes were looking down at the monk the entire time, watching every move carefully, like an artist applying the first light touches of paint to a canvas. The mage's face was now marked as territory just as his body had been.

Finally, with a grunt, the bandit leader appeared satisfied and pushed himself into his mate's mouth. The mage did not wait for the redhead to sheathe himself completely. With all the limited movement he had available, he pushed his head upward and managed to swallow the fire seishi nearly whole. To the older man's dismay, the redhead reacted by pulling himself out completely.

"You'll do only what I tell ya, bitch. Got that?" The bandit's voice was harsh. He used his cock to slap the monk's face, punctuating the statement.

Chichiri nodded, dismayed that in his eagerness his control had slipped so far. What must Tasuki think of him now?

"I asked ya a question."

"Yes. I'm sorry." The monk's reply was soft but genuinely heartfelt.

At that, the bandit placed he placed the tip of his erection between the mage's lips. Chichiri didn't dare move. Satisfied, the redhead pushed in a little farther, until the head of his cock was buried in the blue-haired man's warmth.

"Suck me."

The monk's entire world narrowed down to the thickness in his mouth. Greedily, he sucked what he had been given. Eventually his desire began to get the better of him once again and he grew bolder, using his tongue to caress as he varied the pressure he used to pleasure his partner. The mage's eye widened when Tasuki finally slid more of himself in, then slowly pulled back and returned until the bandit was truly fucking the older man's mouth. Chichiri's own arousal tightened almost unbearably as he met the glazed eyes of the man who was taking him like this.

The bandit's thrusts increased in speed and his breath began to quicken. Suddenly, Tasuki stopped and withdrew from Chichiri completely. The monk smirked as he watched the redhead gulp air and desperately try to regain control of himself. Then the younger man's eyes narrowed and the mage knew he had been caught.

"Ya think that's funny, do ya?"

Growling, the redhead moved down from the mage's neck to pull the plug from his body. The resulting empty feeling did not sit well with Chichiri; the mage cried out in disappointment. Tasuki casually grabbed the jar he had set aside earlier and began coating the older man, using a tremendous amount of the oily lubricant, so much that the monk could feel the excess running from his body. He shivered, hoping that this meant the bandit really would fulfill his promise and fuck him mercilessly. The well seishi felt himself being stretched, felt his partner's fingers working inside him and searching for the final key to the mage's self-control. Eventually, it was found and Chichiri was completely lost. All pretences were ripped away; the blue-haired man's mind was numb, gone. He existed only as a single impulse, a desire that was unaware of anything other than it's need to satisfy and be satisfied, yet lacked the power to fulfill itself.

Tasuki pushed himself into the perfection of his lover's body and began thrusting almost immediately. Never before had Chichiri been penetrated so quickly. It was just what he needed, what he'd wanted, but been too shy to request. The fact that this was really happening was almost enough to make the well seishi come immediately. The redhead's pace increased, wet slapping sounds becoming louder as the blue-haired man felt his lover's balls pounding against his ass with every thrust. It was amazing, overwhelming. Then bandit struck his partner's sweet spot. Chichiri felt climax overtaking him and cried out, incoherently beginning his lover not to stop, he was too close. Tasuki, who had much less control than the mage to begin with, lost any claim to restraint at the plea. Reaching in between their bodies, the redhead grabbed his partner's arousal and stroked it roughly. That was all it took. Chichiri came, the release unbelievable, earth shattering. Perfect.

As he was recovering, the monk felt the pulsing deep inside that was his lover's release. He watched the face he loved more than any other become lost in pleasure, wondering if Tasuki understood the true significance of this fantasy. Ever since the monk had lost the people closest to him through his own selfishness, he had lived his life for others. But in this, Tasuki had demanded everything, taken everything, given everything, and prevented Chichiri from doing anything other than enjoying it. Paradoxically, the monk had felt more free than he would ever have imagined possible.

As the waves of Tasuki's release began to die down, he kissed his lover gently, unmistakable love and gratitude in each touch of his lips on Chichiri's face and neck. The redhead then snuggled down, his weight resting on the mage, snoozing lightly. The well seishi could once again sense his lover's chi and it radiated love and contentment. Only one thing prevented the monk from relaxing with his partner.

"Tasuki-kun no da?"

"Yeah?" Came the sleepy reply.

"Could you please untie me now no da?"

"Oh!" Blushing, the redhead removed the restraints. As Chichiri rubbed his sore wrists and assessed the damage, smiling the entire time, the bandit reached over and grabbed a couple of damp towels.

The mage looked over. "Tasuki-kun no da?"

"Yeah?"

"How come I couldn't sense your chi no da?"

"Heh, heh. Found of those scrolls, ya know, the ones I used ta call the wolves with? Thought I'd lost it a long time ago."

The mage nodded; he had heard that story. Many times.

The bandit continued, looking extremely pleased with himself. "Well, I wrote over it. Made a potion so I could hide from ya."

Chichiri was touched that the redhead would go to so much trouble. The mage was also very impressed; all of this had been set up in the three days he had been gone! "Thank you, Tasuki."

The younger man blushed and tried to shrug it off. "It's no big deal. You know I love ya, Chiri."

"I love you too no da." There was something the monk wanted to ask, but he wasn't sure how. He was a little worried that the redhead would think differently of him, that this might somehow spoil the balance in their relationship. It was Chichiri's turn to blush as he continued. "Um, is there anything, I mean, do you ever want anything like that?"

Awkwardly phrased as the question was, the redhead understood just what his lover meant. "Well, 's a matter of fact…"

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Late that night, the wolf curled around the warmth of his mate. His hunt had been successful, the prey the most exciting he had ever taken. Life was good.

~Owari

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