Author’s notes and warning:  Thank you so very much for your reviews.  You guys are the sweetest! 

Arigato, no da!  I see you want poor Tasuki to get some, so this chapter is dedicated to all the hentais out there…  ~.~

Hmm…after this story, you’ll have a different appreciation for the word patience.  Man!  A thousand years of searching, I would have given up the next month… **giggles** But that’s why Chichiri-sama is so damn special…**sigh**

Disclaimer: Not mine…

By Moonraven

**Ancient China – Bandit Hideout**

Chichiri woke with a thundering headache.  He moaned softly as he clutched at his pounding head wondering what Tasuki had gotten them into this time.  Tasuki.

UGH! Tasuki!  Sake…warmth…hands on his body…coaxing lips…delicious tongue…  Images flashed through his tormented head and Chichiri bolted upright in bed – mortified.  Then fell back among his blankets, groaning in agony.  What had he done?  What was he thinking?  He practically begged Tasuki to make love to him last night.  “I can’t believe I did that.”  He moaned into his pillow.  What will he think of me?

But Tasuki was more than cooperative.  He recalled the desire burning like embers in the young man’s eyes.  He blushed furiously, remembering the sincere words that Tasuki had left him with.  ‘ I want this more than anything…When we make love, you’ll know that it’s me…If ya still want this…

I want this more than anything…

…nothin’ is gonna keep me away from ya…

Those words echoed in his mind over and over making him warm all over.  He could feel the tightening of his groins at the thought of the fanged bandit’s promise. 

But then again it could have been his imagination, the monk reasoned.  He has had plenty of dreams where he and Tasuki were much more than friendly.  In fact they were very intimate and did things that would normally make Chichiri turn beet red.  Why would Tasuki want him?  He couldn’t possibly feel the same way about the monk!  With a sinking heart, Chichiri decided that it was all a very nice but sake induced dream.  He sighed forlornly; he wished that it wasn’t and that the fiery bandit really wanted him.  He rubbed his temple and wished that this pain were just a dream as well.  He blinked resentfully at the bright sun streaming through his opened window.  Aaahhh!  The pain.  He regretted not closing the windows though it had been warm lately and he had gotten used to sleeping under the stars in the clean clear air. 

Chichiri sat up very slowly; every movement brought a gasp of pain to his lips.  This was not good.  Chichiri concentrated his chi and willed the pain away.  Several minutes of intense meditation and visualization later, most of the pain was toned down to dull aches.  He stretched and went over to the opened window.  Now that his pain was semi gone, he was happy to see the bright sunlight and eager to feel it on his face.  The sun was just over the mountain peak facing his window, signaling that it was mid morning.  Chichiri frowned; he had never slept this late and he had missed his morning worship.

Sounds of laughter in the courtyard below caught his attention and he looked down at the group of men gathered below.  His attention was immediately drawn to one figure in particular.  Tasuki.  His bright fiery hair stood out brilliantly against the brown and green background of his surrounding.  In the mid-morning heat, he had the collar of his white shirt open and sleeves rolled up; exposing the smooth sun kissed skin of his throat, chest and arms.  He was sitting on a low stonewall and had his arm thrown casually over Kouji’s shoulder as they both laughed at something the other bandits were saying. 

Chichiri’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the beautiful man among his elements; surrounded by friends and laughter.  Lonely travels with one silly old monk, surely wasn’t what he needed.  Tasuki was so full of life.  This was where he belonged. 

As if he felt someone watching him, Tasuki looked up to Chichiri’s window and their eyes met.  Tasuki held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity and Chichiri knew then that last night was not a dream.  He blushed hotly and moved quickly away from the window, his heart pounding almost painfully in his chest.  ‘Suzaku!  What must he think of me?’ 

But Tasuki’s gaze held no contempt, no ridicule, not even a hint of playfulness that was an intricate part of Tasuki’s being.  It held only a single promise.  A promise to finish what they had started…had Chichiri wanted to.  Did HE want to?  Did he want those heated kisses and caresses?  Did he want the younger man to do more than that?

Yes… more than anything.

Now what?  What do they do now?  Their friendship was changed forever, even if they decided now that they did not want to finish what they had started, they can no longer hide the fact that they had found each other desirable.  He could pretend that he didn’t remember anything, that way it won’t be awkward.  But Chichiri knew that it was too late.  That look they had exchanged at the windows left no room for doubts; they both remember it very well.  And they both want what happened last night to find it’s conclusion.

So, now what?  Chichiri didn’t know.  He had never done this before.  Kouran was different.  It was practically arranged and expected of him.  His parents did most of the work since it was customary for the head of the family to ask for the hand of the bride.  And since they grew up together, they had known since they were young what was expected.  It was a given.  But was it really love?

Tasuki was different in every way.  What he felt for Tasuki was not a given, though it had started the moment he had set eyes on the boisterous bandit.  Chichiri had felt a sudden pull in his chi, which he didn’t understand at the time.  The pull tightened with every moment that they had shared and before he knew it, the monk was reigned in.  He had fallen in love with his brother seishi.  Tasuki was everything he was not.  Bright, warm, loving.  Tasuki was like a shining beacon in the dark and gloomy void that was his life.  Tasuki was life itself. 

Laughter rang from his open window and Chichiri could just make out Tasuki’s familiar pitch, adding to the turmoil in his heart.  So the question remained, what now?  Chichiri had no immediate answer and he knew he wasn’t going to get it any time soon.  Tasuki can wait.  What he needed now was a nice bath.

Gathering his things to go to the bath, Chichiri noticed the charred linen and the remains of his candles.  He winced as he recalled his disastrous attempt to light his room and Tasuki’s battles with the flames.  How embarrassing.  He shook his head in disgust as he left his room and nearly ran into Toki, one of the youth working in the stronghold.

“Morning, Chichiri-san.  How are you feeling?”  The tall youth grinned.  “They’re all talking about how you’ve really blended in last night.”

“Oh.”  Came the intelligent reply of the eloquent monk.  He bit his lips trying to recall everything that had happened and ended up with more headaches.  “I hope I didn’t offend anyone, na no da.”

“Nah.  The boss cleared everything up, don’t you worry none, Chichiri-san.  The boss will take care of you!”  He winked conspiratorially at Chichiri, who blushed even deeper.  “Oh and the boss had me kept something warm for you in the kitchen.  He said you would be hungry when you’re up.”

“Thank you, no da, Toki.  I’ll be by in a bit.  Right now I need to soak away this smell of sake, na no da.”  He wrinkled his nose delicately and Toki laughed.

“Are you going to the bathhouse?”  Asked the youth.

“No.  I need some alone time.  I’ll be at the lake.”  He ruffled Toki’s dark hair and walked down the corridor.  Even at this time of day, there were just too many people roaming around to really have privacy in the bathhouse.  Today, he just didn’t feel like dealing with it.  The lake was a few minutes walk up the mountain and the bandits were just too lazy to hike up there to bathe in cold water while there’s hot water in the bathhouse.

Toki rounded the last flight of stairs and crashed into Tasuki.

“OI, boss!”  He jumped back, dropping the pile of clean linen he was carrying.

“Sorry, kiddo.”  Tasuki stooped to help the boy pick up the mess.  “I was in a hurry.”

Toki looked at Tasuki knowingly.  “If you’re going to Chiri-san’s room, you’ve just missed him.  He went to the lake to take a bath.”  Toki conveniently left out the ‘alone time’ part.

Tasuki paused.  Images of a very wet and naked Chichiri flashed through his needy mind and his body responded immediately to the vision of his love.  Tasuki shook himself mentally to clear his thoughts before Toki notice that his pants had suddenly became too tight in one particular place.  The boy was already looking at him strangely.

“Um…well, you’re done.  Here’s the rest.  See ya later.”  He got up quickly and made a dash back the way he came.

“Are you going to the lake?”  Toki called after him.

Tasuki jumped guiltily, blushing.  “Of course not!  He’s taking a bath for fuck sakes.  Er…just keep everyone else away, okay?”  He kept walking, mumbling about idiots.

Toki grinned toothily.  “Got it boss!”  He yelled after the bandit and shook his head.  Why can’t Tasuki just tell Chichiri already?  He acted like NOBODY knew how he felt about the monk.  EVERYBODY knew!  Adults!  They can be soooo dense!

“Fucking kid.”  Tasuki mumbled.  “What the hell is he thinking?  Me, going to the lake after Chiri…I mean he’s taking a bath, right?  Naked as the day he was born…” Shit!  Tasuki found himself harder with every step.  ‘Damn it, Chiri, what do you want me to do?’

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Chichiri scrubbed and scrubbed.  He couldn’t seem to get rid of the scent of alcohol permeating through his skin and gave up when he was beginning to feel raw.  He sank deeper into the cool water letting it soothe his heated skin and pondered his current problem.  Tasuki.  Images of the fanged bandit with his vibrant hair, laughing and smiling happily drifted across his mind.  Tasuki was always full of life.  Everything he did he threw his whole mind, body and soul into it.  The monk had given up on living before he met Tasuki.  He gave up living for himself, gave up on feeling and he had definitely thought that love was denied to him forever.  But Tasuki changed all that.  With the 3 years they had spend traveling together, Tasuki had made Chichiri want to live again.  Want to feel again. 

What would it be like to be loved by Tasuki?  Recollection of eager hands and seeking lips left Chichiri breathless and warm, very warm in spite of the cool water.  He ducked underwater to cool off his flushed face.  He was so deep in thoughts that he did not notice that the object of his current state of turmoil was leaning against a tree by the side of the lake.  Watching him intently.

Tasuki couldn’t move even if he had wanted to.  He was rooted to the spot the minute his gaze fell on the naked Chichiri in the water.  Okay, so he couldn’t really see that Chichiri was naked being that the water was high enough to deny Tasuki that.  But where his perfect body met the water…the strong clean line below his navel…the curve of his smooth hips…the slope below his lower back…all gave Tasuki such an erotic preview that had him trembling with desire almost instantly.  The monk was flawless. 

Tasuki watched fixedly at the water glistening on creamy skin that hid the strength of his toned muscles.  Chichiri looked so delicate yet Tasuki knew that he was probably the strongest of them all.  Not in physical strength like Nuriko although Chichiri can hold his own in a fight, he’s definitely seen it.  But it’s the inner strength that had gotten them through everything they were thrown into.  He was such a paradox that had the easily confuse bandit totally stupefied.  The fascination he felt the moment they met became an obsession and he found life without his companion to be worthless.  He could not go on if his friend reject him now…so he waited, and he watched. 

Tasuki let out a long sigh as Chichiri went under the water.  Suzaku, he was so beautiful.

When Chichiri emerged, he did not feel much better.  The heat was burning from places that can’t be cooled by water and he craved the touch of a certain bandit with fiery hair, hair that matched the raging fire that threatened to consume him.  Tasuki.

Chichiri sighed and stood up.  It was time to go back.  He tipped his head back and smoothed back his hair, squeezing out the water.  That’s when he sensed the burning presence behind him.  Without turning, Chichiri knew who it was.  His chi was blazing like a torch, Chichiri was surprised he hadn’t noticed it until now.  Chichiri turned slowly to face his friend, fully aware that the water barely covered his necessities and most of him was bared to the bandit. 

Tasuki growled low in his chest and gripped the tree he was leaning on.  It took every ounce of his control to stay where he was.  They stared at each other silently across the small bank, wondering, hoping, and needing.  Chichiri could feel the desire flaring in Tasuki’s chi and his breath caught in his throat.

“Tasuki…” His voice was mere whisper not meant for the other man to hear but heard he did.  And in that single word, Tasuki had found his answer.  The fucking monk was his!

“Are ya coming out or am I going in?”  He asked as he moved closer to the water.  The knowledge that Chichiri still wanted him had given the bandit more than courage; he was riding on cloud nine.

“You ha…hated water, na no da.”  Chichiri stammered, his body flushed red at the thought of Tasuki naked in the water with him.

Tasuki laughed, taking of his boots.  “Yeah well, it’s not like it’s deep and ya won’t let me drown will ya, Chiri?”  Chichiri shook his head mutely, fascinated by the bare chest gleaming as Tasuki rid himself of his shirt.  “Besides, traveling with you had gotten me used to washing in rivers and shit.”  Tasuki was now working on the ties of his pants.  Chichiri’s eye widen as Tasuki made a move to pull down his pants.  He eeped and whirled quickly around.  Tasuki chuckled behind him.

“C’mon, Chiri.  You’ve seen me naked plenty times.”  It was true but because of what happened last night, they can no longer go back to that innocent platonic relationship they had.  Chichiri wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Water sloshed about as Tasuki made his way towards the asphyxiating monk.  Chichiri had stopped breathing the second he heard Tasuki’s pants hit the ground.  His whole body was trembling with anticipation; he wanted Tasuki so badly.

“Chichiri.”  Tasuki was right behind him, his body heat pulsing against Chichiri’s back, fueling the monk’s own raging heat.  “Tell me what you want.”  Chichiri shivered.  The words were soft, and affected him to the core.  Tasuki was asking for permission.

Chichiri closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing.  Where is that meditation discipline when you needed it?  He wanted badly to tell Tasuki that he wanted him.  That he wanted the bandit to touch him, kiss him, and fulfill the promise he had made last night and make him FEEL. 

But Chichiri couldn’t find his voice.

So he did the best thing he could.  He leaned back into the hot hard body behind him, pressing his backside against the other man.  Tasuki gasped at the contact and wrapped his arms around Chichiri, burying his face in the monk’s neck.  Gods…he had wanted this for so long. 

Chichiri felt Tasuki’ hard length pressed urgently against his cheeks.  He moaned and ground himself against that hardness, his head thrown back onto Tasuki’s shoulder.  Tasuki shuddered behind him and gripped Chichiri’s hips to stop the maddening friction as his lips found the smooth column of the older man’s neck.  His tongue flicked out, licking away the stray moisture and droplets of water clinging to what he considered his. 

Chichiri spun around in his grip and Tasuki found strong arms wrapped around his neck and hot hungry mouth latched desperately to his lips.  The need and desire for this man in front of him burned away all the inhibitions in the shy monk and he pressed himself harder against Tasuki.  He wanted this man, needed this man, loved this man and he felt he couldn’t get close enough, never close enough.  He rubbed his aching shaft insistently against Tasuki’s hot length, moaning all the while into his lover’s mouth.  The water slicked members rubbed deliciously against each other and Tasuki knew that in his current state, he was too aroused to hold on much longer.  Chichiri was so fucking HOT! 

Tasuki grunted as he pushed Chichiri’s hips away from him.  A desolate cry escaped the monk but Tasuki slipped his tongue between his lover’s lips again and scooped him off his feet.  He’ll be damned if he’ll waste anything in the damn water.

He gently lowered them onto the grassy bank in the warm sunlight and hovered silently above the panting Chichiri.  The monk moaned at the loss of the heated skin against his and opened his eye to see Tasuki’s passion filled eyes looking at him.  He blinked, confused.  Had Tasuki changed his mind?

“I love you, Chiri.”  Tasuki said suddenly, his voice hoarse with need.  “I just want you to know before we go on.”

Chichiri’s heart soared.  Tasuki loved him as well.  It wasn’t just lust.  His world was now complete.  He smiled, heart aching with such tenderness for the bandit leader.  He reached up and caressed Tasuki’s cheek softly. 

Tasuki closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.  “Ya don’t know how fucking long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

“Me too, Tasuki.”  Chichiri said softly.

“You too, what?”  There was a slight hint of fear in Tasuki voice.  Was it just lust for Chichiri?

“Both, no da.  I love you and I want you, na no da.”

Tears glistened in the bandit’s eyes.  “Why?”  He whispered.  “You’re so fucking perfect, Chiri, so pure, so good.  Why would you want a fucked up crazy bandit like me?”

Chichiri pulled Tasuki down on top of him and kissed him gently.

“I’m far from perfect, Tasuki and you’re not fucked up, no da.”  He said kissing Tasuki’s eyelids.  “You’re crazy, yes, but that’s adorable.”  He kissed the tip of Tasuki’s nose.  “You are the most loving, caring, generous, kind, courageous and wonderful man I know.”  Chichiri gave Tasuki a peck on the lips for each description.  “You are my life, Tasuki.”

Happy tears slid from the bandit’s eyes.  He was so happy he almost burst at the seams.  “Fuck, Chiri.  After that speech, I’m never gonna let you go.”

“I’m counting on it, no da.”  He responded and boldly rocked his hips hard into Tasuki’s, grinding their arousals together.  Tasuki moaned and thrust back down, starting a rhythm that can only end in their mutual release.  Which is not what Tasuki had in mind at the moment.

Breaking away, he moved down his lover’s body, trailing hot tongue down the hard plane of Chichiri’s chest.  He paused to pay loving tribute to his lover’s pert nipples, earning him a heated moan, as he continued to that throbbing junction between the writhing monk’s legs.  Chichiri bucked his hips, desperate for the torture to stop.  He so needed Tasuki to reach that aching core of his needs.

Chichiri nearly scream when he felt Tasuki’s hot tongue ran up the underside of his erection.  He unconsciously thrust his hips upwards as that tongue swiped the base of his engorged head, then swirled over the tip, lapping at the moisture pooling there.  He arched his back, gripping tightly to his lover’s shocking hair as waves of incredible sensation washed over him.  He cried out, clutching Tasuki’s head urgently as the bandit swallowed him whole.

Tasuki continued the sweet torture with his gifted tongue and lips.  His head bobbing up and down, varying the pressure he gave to the ultra-responsive man below him.  His hand caressed the swollen sac at the base of Chichiri’s shaft before it went on to tease at the puckered entrance.  Tasuki applied gentle pressure at the opening, releasing and again pressing.  When he slipped the tip of his thumb into the tight ring, Chichiri screamed. 

At the added sensation of Tasuki’s finger, Chichiri’s overloaded senses exploded and he thrust deeply into the heat of Tasuki’s mouth.  Tasuki greedily suck on the pulsing length, swallowing every drop.  He was right; he had never tasted anything like Chichiri.  The man was perfect.

Tasuki slid back up the sated body and gently kissed his beloved.  The monk slowly opened his eyes, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

“That was incredible, no da.”  He breathed.

“Ya ain’t feel nothin’ yet.”  Tasuki promised, snuggling into the older man’s embrace.  “We should get back before someone come ta find us.”

Chichiri frowned.  There was something wrong with this picture.  He was satisfied, very satisfied but Tasuki hadn’t been.  And he’s talking about going back?

“Tasuki, no da.  What about you, na no da?”  He reached down and grasped the bandit’s rock hard arousal and tugged gently.

Tasuki groaned loudly and pulled Chichiri’s hand away from his VERY engorged and unhappy second in command.  And we’re not talking about Kouji.

“I want you, Chiri.”  He murmured into the crook of Chichiri’s neck.  “So fucking bad; but not here.  I want your first time to be perfect.  I’ve waited 3 years, Chiri, I can wait a few more minutes.”

Chichiri was touched but he couldn’t help teasing.  “What makes you think it’s my first time, na no da.”

Tasuki head flew up in shock and his incredulous eyes searched Chichiri’s.  “It isn’t?”

Chichiri laughed at his startled expression.  Was he such a prude that the thought of him having sex before was such an impossibility to Tasuki?

“Yes Tasuki-chan, I was teasing.”  Chichiri smiled.  “I have never wanted anyone like this before.”

Tasuki growled deep in his chest and grabbed the monk tightly.  “Chiri, can you do that teleport thing and get us into my room?”

“I thought you’d never asked, Tasuki-chan.”  And before Tasuki can come up with a proper reply, they were on his bed.

“Damn, you’re so fucking cool!”  Tasuki’s face was shining with love.

“Do you just love me for my powers, no da?”  Chichiri pouted.

Tasuki flashed his fangs.  “Yeah, them and this…” Tasuki devoured the monk’s mouth once again. 

Chichiri moaned into the kiss relishing the intoxicating taste of the bandit.  He sighed his protest when Tasuki’s lips left his mouth to travel down his neck, licking at the soft skin, then down further to kiss and nip at his chest. He gasped when he felt lips at his nipple, then falling into a shuddering groan as Tasuki moved his tongue over it, licking and sucking until it was hard between his lips.  He positioned himself between his lover’s legs and moved up to claim those delectable lips again.   Pressing his hips down slowly, he ground his aching shaft into Chichiri’s hardening one.

Soon Tasuki felt himself coming too close to the edge, and he didn't it to finish like this. He sat up and pulled Chichiri up to straddle him, their mouths never breaking contact.  He began stroking Chichiri’s regain arousal, reveling at the little sounds of pleasure from the monk. Then, slowly his hand stroked lower, then slipped between and rubbed against the sensitive opening to Chichiri’s body. 

Chichiri cried out softly, trembling hard.  Tasuki removed his hand and fumbled under the pillow for a moment then brought out a small jar.  Chichiri watched him quizzically.  Tasuki opened the jar and dipped his fingers in it before setting the jar on the floor.  He slipped the slicked fingers between Chichiri’s legs again and pressed his finger once more at the opening, rubbing gently.  When he felt Chichiri relaxed, he slipped one finger slowly in, withdrawing, then pushing in again. He added a second finger when he felt that Chichiri had adjusted to the first.  He watched in fascination as his lover began moving up and down on the fingers, his face an expression of pure pleasure.  Chichiri was ready.  Tasuki removed his fingers and dipped them into the jar of oil, smirking at the impatient monk.  Chichiri was giving a most unhappy look.  He coated his own dripping length and slowly guided Chichiri down into his lap.  Chichiri gasped in delight as Tasuki’s engorged tip pressed against his aching opening and slowly sank down on the wonderful thickness.  The pain was eclipsed when Tasuki wrapped his hand around Chichiri’s hardness and began to stroke him in earnest.  The sensation was so powerful Chichiri needed to feel more, he need to be filled completely and he pushed down in one smooth motion, engulfing Tasuki completely.  They both shuddered at the intensity of the pleasure that rocked them.

Tasuki went still so that Chichiri could get used to the feeling, his mouth nibbling at the delicate neck while his hand continued to stroke Chichiri.  As his lover relaxed around him, Tasuki gave a careful thrust upwards with his hips, watching Chichiri intently, making sure there was no pain.  When Chichiri responded by thrusting down, he thrust again, this time harder. 

“Mmm…Tasuki.  Faster…ah…gods…” Chichiri moaned and rocked himself up and down on the bandit, wanting to feel more.  At first Tasuki was alarmed, he didn’t want to hurt Chichiri but the incredible sensation his lover was creating drove all sane thought from his mind and he rolled Chichiri onto his back.  Pulling the monk’s legs over his shoulders, he drove deep and hard into the writhing monk.  Chichiri threw back his head moaning and crying out in ecstasy.

The erotic sounds his lover was making, drove Tasuki on; he thrust tirelessly, almost mindlessly into his lover, his only thought was to pleasure Chichiri. 

Tasuki could feel the tightening in Chichiri’s body and knew his lover was close to the edge.  He quickened his pace as he pumped Chichiri’s arousal and deepened his thrusts into the trembling body.  Chichiri’s whole body tensed as he came hard into the bandit’s hand, his muscles clamped down exquisitely around Tasuki.  With one last powerful thrust, Tasuki cried out and poured his essence into his lover’s quivering passage. 

Exhausted, Tasuki rolled next to his partner, pulling Chichiri to him.  He kissed Chichiri’s brows and held him close.  Now that he had a taste of heaven, he would never be able to live without his Chichiri again.  How he loved this man.

“I love you, Chiri.  Forever.”  He promised.

“I love you too, Tasuki.  Forever.”  They were bounded, body and soul.

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There!  Tasuki got laid!  And to think that a couple of weeks ago I was nervous about writing yaoi lemon…what a little hentai I turned out to be!  Anyway, there are hints to what’s coming…sniff…sniff.

Next chapter – Finding You.  It will be in present day Los Angeles. I’ve written it already, I just have to type it now. 

Just out of curiosity for all you writers out there…when you do write stories, do you write them on paper first, like me, and then type them?  Or do you just type them as they come to you?

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