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Changing Fate Series 1: Comfort	By : ctsama Category: +. to F > Fushigi Yuugi Views: 2096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning:
Not entirely consensual sex coming up; if that squicks you, stop here!

Ch. 1: What Grief Causes

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Tasuki groggily awoke to lips bearing down on his with
bruising force; Tamahome was on top of him frantically tearing at his
clothes.� �Tama?� What the hell!?� he gasped.� He grabbed the wandering hands and held them
firmly to stop their progress.� He was
about to yell at Tamahome for thinking he was in bed with Miaka and
sleep-groping him when he saw his friend�s eyes.� They were desperate, miserable.�
It took his breath away.

What was he supposed to do?�
Tasuki had no idea.� He�d lost
people close to him before, but never family, and never in such a gruesome
way.� He was completely at a loss.� Finally coming to a decision, he let
Tamahome�s hands go.� Obviously,
whatever he needed, he didn�t feel comfortable going to anyone else.� He loved his friend and there was no way in
hell he was going to lose him to his own grief.

It took only a few moments for Tamahome to have him stripped
to the skin, his grief driving him on.�
Tasuki�s senses were reeling as his friend learned his body in a way no
one ever had before.� Every touch sent a
jolt straight to his groin.� It was
amazing; as Tamahome�s tongue trailed down his body, it left behind a path of
fire.� But it was nothing compared to
the feeling of Tamahome�s mouth engulfing his cock.� �Tama!� he cried as his hips bucked involuntarily upward.� Tamahome held his hips down with
considerable strength and sucked hard.

He never imagined anything could feel so good; he knew he
couldn�t last long.� When he felt that
his climax was imminent, he tried to warn his friend, but the man only
tightened his grip and looked intently into the bandit�s amber eyes.� Tasuki found he couldn�t look away.� He came with a hoarse shout and Tamahome
swallowed around him.� He let his head
fall back onto the bed, he felt completely drained.

As he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath he let
himself drift.� �What the hell just
happened here?� he thought, dazedly.� He
heard fabric rustling, felt the mattress shift, and then Tamahome�s hands were
on his body again, running up his legs, lifting them around his waist.� What?�
That meant Tamahome was going to�

His eyes snapped open, confused.� �No!� You an� Miaka,
remember?� This can�t happen, Tama!�

�I�m� cold!� Tamahome pleaded, seeming to struggle for
words.� �You�re warm, no one else is,�
he added in a strangled whisper, �Help me, please.�

Tasuki looked into those wild eyes, frustrated at his own
inability to understand what Tamahome was trying to tell him.� This sucked.� If anyone else had even tried this he�d have beaten the crap out
of them long before now.� He could stop
this if he wanted to, but what kind of damage would that do to Tamahome?� And what kind of damage would it do to
himself to allow this thing to happen?

He cared about this man a lot more than he liked to admit, a
lot more than was wise.� As he looked
into the wide, pained eyes of his friend, he realized that the battle was
already lost.

He signaled his surrender by locking his ankles around
Tamahome�s waist, and watched in awe and confusion as profound relief flooded
Tamahome�s features.� He leaned down to
kiss Tasuki, tasting the sweetness he found there, trying to wordlessly convey
the gratitude he felt at that moment.

When he felt Tamahome raise his hips and position himself,
Tasuki tried to will his body to relax, but it wasn�t enough.� His head flew back and he screamed as
Tamahome entered his unprepared body in one brutal thrust.� Tasuki had known it would hurt, but the
magnitude of the pain lancing up his spine was staggering; he felt completely
split in two.�

Tamahome set a vicious pace and Tasuki bit his lip hard
enough to break the skin, trying not to scream again.� However, he couldn�t stop the tears from falling as Tamahome
pounded into him relentlessly.� He just
clung to the other man as best he could, both to keep him from seeing the tears
and to help ride out the waves of pain.�
At some point, he dazedly realized he was bleeding, but there was
nothing he could do.

It seemed to go on forever.�
Then, at last, Tamahome�s hips began to thrust erratically as his orgasm
hit him.� When he cried out, Tasuki
heard both pleasure and sorrow in the sound.�
He crumpled onto the bandit, body wracked with sobs.� Tasuki ignored the sharp ache of his own
body and held his friend close, whispering reassurances as the grief poured
from his friend in waves.

Eventually the sobbing subsided.� Tamahome finally fell into a restful sleep, cradled safely in the
arms of his best friend.� Tasuki
wondered what all this would mean in the light of day, but he was too exhausted
to think about it.� He soon followed
Tamahome into sleep.

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Tamahome awoke at dawn feeling calm and warm for the first
time since he found his family slain.�
He lay on his side curled into Tasuki�s body, an arm wrapped around him
holding him close.� He felt
renewed.� He had thought that living
with the sole purpose of protecting Miaka would be enough, but it hadn�t
been.� He found himself drifting further
and further into despair every time he thought of his brothers and sisters
being cut down so cruelly and so young.

At first he tried to blame Miaka for leading Kutou assassins
to his home in the first place, but he couldn�t bring himself to be angry with
her for it.� She had no concept of the
dangers of his world; she didn�t know any better.�

Then he blamed himself.�
If he hadn�t been one of the Suzaku seishi, then his family would never
have become a target!� He hadn�t been
there to protect his family when they most needed him.� He�d even failed in avenging their
deaths.� Doubt, anger and self-blame had
slowly frozen him inside, numbing him to everyone who might have offered to
help.� He had shut himself away from his
friends, and even the girl he professed to love, and prayed for it all to just
go away.

But then Tasuki had come and he had felt something
again.� Tamahome couldn�t name the
emotion, but he knew he needed more of it.�
He reached for the connection and held on tight, and the more he
demanded, the more Tasuki had given until he knew he felt� loved.� By someone who could see and accept all
parts of him, both the good and the bad.�
Tasuki had never been frightened away by his violent side the way Miaka
had been.

At that moment, the icy walls imprisoning him had come
crashing down and he had wept for the family he had devoted so much of himself
to protecting.� Now when he thought of
them, the pain remained, but he wasn�t drowning in it like he had been.

Tamahome shifted to bring himself closer to the man who had
rescued him, and heard him grunt in pain in his sleep.� Alarmed, he looked up and saw the tracks of
dried tears on his friend�s face in the growing light from the room�s small
window.� Almost reluctantly he raised
himself off Tasuki and looked down at the sheets, at the crimson stain under
the bandit�s ass.

A slow frown touched his features.� �What� did I do�?��
Unbidden, details of the previous night began to surface.

Awakened, feeling cold again.� Tasuki, warm Tasuki next to him.�
Trying to absorb that heat through touch.� Warmer, but not enough.

Ripping his clothes off, trying to get closer.� Holding him down, trying to take that
life-sustaining heat into himself.�
Better.� But still not enough.

Tasuki, allowing his own body to be offered up as a
sacrifice to Tamahome�s grief.� Burying
himself that heat and being consumed by it.

Tasuki lying under him, screaming, crying, bleeding.� Tasuki, holding him despite the pain,
comforting him.

Finally melting the ice that was slowly freezing his soul
to death.� Finally warm again.

Tamahome felt sick.�
He tried to extricate himself from Tasuki�s embrace without waking him,
but it didn�t work.� �Where�re ya
goin�?� he asked sleepily.

�I�m going to get Mitsukake.� I� hurt you last night, you�re bleeding,� he whispered, ashamed.

Tasuki came awake all at once at that, and stifled a cry as
he tried to sit up and failed, sharp pain shooting up through his body as he
tried to move.� �No freakin� way!� He�s always yellin� at me for gettin� hurt
and I don�t wanna hear it anymore.�
Besides, I heal fast.� I�ll be
fine in a couple �a days.�

�That�s no reason to walk around hurting for nothing!�

�Tama,� Tasuki sighed, serious, �I know you don�t want
anyone to know we were doin� in here last night and if you go lookin� for Mits,
it�s gonna bring out a bunch �a questions you probably don�t wanna answer.� You got bigger things ta worry about besides
getting me fixed up.�

Tamahome stared at him, incredulous.� ��Bigger things��?� Are you completely nuts?!�
What could possibly be bigger than this?�� He would have gone on, but a thumping at the door interrupted
him.� Both of them froze, not sure who
should answer, and what they should say.�
Mitsukake�s impatient voice settled the issue.� �Will one of you please come open this door?�

Tasuki groaned theatrically while Tamahome searched frantically
for their pants.� �Just a second!� he
called.

�Oh, will you just open the door?� I�m a doctor, I promise not to see anything I haven�t seen
before!�

Tamahome finally gave up the search and opened the
door.� If Mitsukake was surprised to see
them both naked and Tasuki laid out on the bed, he didn�t show it.� �How did you know?�� Tasuki asked as the doctor dragged a chair
over to the bedside.

�Chichiri said you might need some help.�� Mitsukake laughed at Tasuki�s mortified
expression.� �He�s the one keeping
everybody else from getting curious about what�s going on in here, and with
Nuriko to worry about, that�s no small task.�
Do you honestly think there�s anything going on with any of us that he
doesn�t know about?�

�I guess not,� Tamahome commented as Tasuki grumbled
something about nosy monks under his breath.�
�Can we get this show on th� road so I can get some clothes on?� I�m bare-ass naked here and I can�t move.� This is embarassin�!�

�Good grief,� Mitsukake thought as he ordered Tasuki to roll
over onto his side.� He did so while
gasping, a testament to the amount of pain he was in.� It never failed to amaze the doctor that the man could be in so
much pain and still find it in himself to put on a good show for everyone else.

�Thanks Mits,� he heard as he began sending healing energy
into the boy�s body.

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Yahnkehy: Waaaaaah!!! My first review for this story! Thanx!!! :) I had no idea
Yuu Watase wrote it that way! I usually like Chi/Tas best, but for some reason,
this story just kept banging around in my head; when I first started writing
this, I wasn�t sure about it, but the pairing just sorta clicked, and now I
know why. :) And the chapters do get longer as the story goes on.� Thanx for reviewing!!!

To tasukigirl78: 2nd review! Shannaro!!!! Yeah, I wonder
why there aren�t more Tama/Tas stories; it�s a good pairing. Though it�s really
hard to keep the guys in character. One minute they want to be all cute and
mushy, and the next minute they�re fighting! ^_^ Thank you so much for
reviewing!! :)
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