A Tentative Good-Bye

~~ I hope that I've done everything properly. If not please inform me, this is my first time posting. My memory is running from five years plus of not watching Fushigi Yuugi... please forgive any errors. Please don't flame, but constructive criticism is alright. Thank you and enjoy. ~~

The shock of Nuriko’s death took the seishi by surprise. It took a while for them to calm Miaka down and get her to go to sleep. Hotohori made his way to the room that he had rented; he was weary and ready to sleep. With one of the seishi dead it would make the rest of the search for the talismans difficult, but they had to gather them so that they’d be able to summon Suzaku properly. Hotohori collapsed on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes as he closed them. It tore his heart seeing Miaka hurting so badly and the fact that he wouldn’t have the motherly Nuriko with them anymore. He fell into a restless slumber; his mind grew foggy as he heard a voice calling to him, a friendly and comforting voice.

“Hotohori, don’t worry about me; I’m right here.” The gentle voice said as he felt a cool touch along his cheek, and soft lips brushing his lightly. “Wake up.”

Hotohori opened his eyes and found them looking into gentle purple eyes, the bangs hanging forward a bit. “Nuriko? But you’re…” His sentence was stopped by an elegant finger on his lips.

“Shhhh, don’t speak my beloved emperor. I’m here with you now, please accept this gift.” His lips met with the black haired emperor’s lips.

Hotohori found his arms wrapping around the other man, who was only a month older than him. His grief driving his body on; he didn’t want this dream to end. It felt so real, he could smell Nuriko’s scent, a blend of jasmine and musk. He could feel the solidity of the other man and the warmth. “Don’t leave us Nuriko, please, I beg you.”

Nuriko smiled sadly down at the man he loved so much, placing flowery kisses on his cheeks, trailing them down to his neck. He didn’t want to speak anymore; he had only this one night. He untied the belt around Hotohori’s waist and removed the over tunic, supporting the other man’s weight. “May I your majesty?” He asked before he started undoing the frog clasps that held the white tunic closed.

Hotohori found himself shaking for the first time; he was no stranger to sex, but this was a man, and a comrade. Thoughts clashed in his head; he should stop this madness… but he found the delicate attentions so arousing and full of love, for the man not the emperor, it would be the last time for anyone to ever feel Nuriko or hear him. “Yes…” He whispered trying to watch the other man through his brown eyes.

Nuriko smiled up at him, capturing his lips as he worked the clasps. His fingers were nimble and sure as they laid open the emperor’s tunic leaving his pale flesh bare to him. “Beautiful… so beautiful.” He murmured leaving light kisses over his love’s adam’s apple and leading them down the well toned chest, brushing his lips over the darkening nipples. Hearing the deep intake of breath from the man under him made Nuriko smile. He sat up and started working his own top to remove the material that hid him from his lover, when strong hands trapped his, settling them down at his sides and worked the clasps themselves.

“Let me.” Hotohori said softly as he revealed Nuriko’s thin, but distinctly masculine chest. He knew that the purple haired seishi was a man, but he couldn’t help but think of him as a woman until the flesh met his eyes. He ran his hand over the heated flesh, amazed at the softness of the skin as it covered hard, toned muscles. He reached up and took a chunk of the purple hair in his fingers, sighing sadly. “If only I had felt this silky hair when it was long.”

“I’m a man; I finally let Kourin rest in peace.” Nuriko said, his hand resting lightly on top of the other warriors as he shrugged out of his tunic, letting the linen fall to the ground, leaving him in just his pants, and pushed Hotohori back down. “Relax my love.” He cooed running his fingers down Hotohori’s chest and teasing the top of the silk breeches.

Hotohori was feeling his body light on fire at the ministrations, if only he had realized sooner how Nuriko’s soft touch would have felt over his body before… he had to still that train of thought, they were together now. A soft breath escaped his lips as he felt Nuriko’s tongue tracing the lines of his muscles, none of the courtesans had ever felt like this. He found his hand running along the other warriors back not knowing what to do and hoping for guidance from the man that was his lover.

Nuriko repositioned himself over Hotohori’s body, covering the other man, his purple eyes taking on a lusty glow, but the lust was tempered by a sad smile. When Hotohori tried to speak he didn’t hesitate to silence him by a kiss. He ran his tongue over the emperor’s lips asking for admittance which was granted. The kiss was shy and uncertain as he slipped his tongue into Hotohori’s mouth. It was the sweetest flavor he could have imagined. Hotohori’s innocence in this situation was a sweet aphrodisiac to him. He wanted this to last forever, but he knew his time was short.

Hotohori wrapped his arms around Nuriko as he returned the kiss, uncertain of his reaction. His groin was starting to heat with the soft, seductive touches and the gentle coaxing. He moaned into the mouth as his manhood was caressed softly through the pants, teasing him and tantalizing him. “Please Nuriko…” He begged softly, thrusting up into the other man.

Nuriko nodded smiling down at the other man, so graceful and beautiful, and becoming so elegantly disheveled below him. He untied the breeches and slid them down the well toned legs discarding them with the other forgotten clothes. He then knelt between the other’s thighs, taking the hardened member into his mouth, suckling and savoring the feel and taste. His tongue caressing the length as it took in every texture that was there for him.

Hotohori’s eyes shot open when he was engulfed into the wet warmth of Nuriko’s mouth, and his hands instinctively tangled in the silken hair. “Nu…nu…Nuriko…” He stuttered shocked at the sensations that were going through him.

Nuriko lifted his head and looked into Hotohori’s eyes as he slipped his fingers into the others mouth. The light sheen of sweat on Hotohori’s body sent a wave a pleasure through him; he was filled with joy that he was the one to see that, the one that caused it.

Hotohori mimicked on Nuriko’s fingers what Nuriko had been doing to him previously. He wasn’t sure what to expect next but was placing all his trust into the other seishi, knowing that therein was the key to his pleasure.

Nuriko took his fingers away from Hotohori’s mouth and massaged his entrance, trying to relax the other when he felt him tense up with the touch. He stroked his lovers side and made soft noises to relax him before he took him back into his mouth to distract him from the invasion as he pushed his finger inside Hotohori.

Hotohori tensed and let out a painful whimper when he felt his private most place invaded by a slender finger, but what the mouth was doing to him was placing him at ease while he felt himself slowly being stretched, when another pushed into him. “AH Nuriko… stop… stop…” He cried out.

Nuriko slid up the length of Hotohori’s body, his fingers moving slowly inside the other. “It’s okay my love… just relax and bear with it.” He captured the swordsman’s lips with his own feeling Hotohori relax under him. He started sliding his fingers in and out of the other man’s entrance, reaching his most sensitive spot and pressing his fingers against it.

Hotohori broke the kiss as a wave of pleasure washed over him, and he clutched at Nuriko’s lithe frame, a cry escaping his lips when the purple haired warrior slid a third inside of him.

“It’s okay my love.” Nuriko reassured the other man as he slipped his fingers out, removing his own breeches, exposing his own arousal. “I apologize for the pain I know that you will feel, just relax and trust me.” He said in Hotohori’s ear as he eased himself between the well defined legs. He guided his manhood to the entrance and pressed up against it, sliding only the tip of his head in.

“Ahhh! It hurts… Nuriko!” Hotohori cried out, tears springing to his eyes from the pain of penetration, trying to push the smaller man off of him.

Nuriko gathered him into his arms, trying to soothe him. “Relax Hotohori, I know it hurts, but relax.” He peppered soft kisses along Hotohori’s jaw line and neck, leading them down to the shoulders. “It’s okay.” He purred as he pressed further into the resisting entrance until he was completely swallowed by the other warrior’s body. He stilled himself as he gasped at the tightness that squeezed around him and allowing Hotohori to get use to him. He licked the tears from his lover’s eyes, whispering comforting words to him.

Hotohori felt like he was being ripped in two when Nuriko entered into him, the pain was so excruciating. Tears fell from his eyes just to be gently licked away by the man that was above him. Nuriko’s words and caresses started to ease his pain as he was finally able to relax and allow Nuriko to move. The fullness made him feel complete.

Nuriko feeling that Hotohori was ready began to move slowly inside of his lover, feeling the sheath of his body move against his manhood. It was all he had imagined and then some.

Hotohori started pushing against Nuriko, requesting silently to have more, which the older of the two complied more than happily with. His long legs wrapped around the purple haired warriors waist as he felt his most pleasurable spot hit repeatedly as the cadence increased. Moans and sounds that he wasn’t use to making escaped his throat as he pulled Nuriko down into a demanding and passionate kiss, praying that it would keep him there with him forever.

They both felt the fire explode within their bellies. Hotohori’s seed released onto their bellies as he felt his orgasm rock his body, more powerful then he ever felt with the courtesans. The tightening around Nuriko’s manhood was the one thing that undid him as he thrust his last few thrust’s emptying his own seed inside his lover, marking him forever his.

The two collapsed, entwined with each other’s bodies stilling their breath, the sweat glistening on both of them from their bittersweet lovemaking. Nuriko pulled free from the warmth of Hotohori’s body and held him close as the song of sleep took him over. Hotohori noticed the body next to him cooling, but it didn’t register to his clouded mind.

Nuriko kissed Hotohori softly one last time on his lips savoring the flavor on them. “I love you Hotohori, but now I must leave this place. Take care of Miaka for me and summon Suzaku. Now I must say good-bye, but it’s not forever. We will meet again my love, in another time and place, I just hope that your heart will be mine next time.” A tear fell from his eyes as he placed his hair ornament in Hotohori’s hand, closing the warm fingers around it as he vanished.

Hotohori awoke the next morning and instantly looked for Nuriko. He was fully clothed and there was no one in the bed with him. “A dream?” He said out loud. “But it felt so real. How?” He felt a cold weight in his hand and opened it, seeing the lotus flower hair ornament the Nuriko wore, then he smelt the pillow next to him which had the faintest hint of Nuriko’s smell on it. Tears welled up in his eyes as his dream came back to him. He brought the ornament to his heart and curled over it, tears falling unstopped from his eyes. “Nuriko… no…Suzaku!” He cried out. He felt empty as the dream slowly left him; though he remembered Nuriko’s words. It was a cruel and unjust realization that he couldn’t get a hold of, a part of him he never knew he needed was ripped away from him as quickly as he acquired it. He got up and washed his face and combed his hair as he went to find the rest of the seishi and Miaka.
They were waiting for him in the dining area of the small inn, Miaka still looking crushed over Nuriko’s death and the others trying to cheer her up, though failing because they too felt the loss, but not as keenly as he did.

“We need to go and finish our quest, otherwise Nuriko would have died in vain.” Hotohori said, taking Miaka’s hand and leading her and the others out of the inn and to their horses. He looked at the sun as it peeked over the horizon. “We’ll meet again my love.” He whispered into the air and helped Miaka up onto his horse.