An Immortal Love

A.N: I wrote this as a late Christmas present for my dear friend, Vampryna. I hope you experience happiness as great as our two protagonists have it. Enjoy, love! And for you other reader, sink your teeth in to this hot little one shot that has been revised to fit the format of your pants! ^_- Read, review… you know the drift.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fushigi Yugi

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Tasuki waited in the desert hills until the sun was almost down before he started for home, his dog at his heels. Though night had swallowed the valleys, heat radiated from rock and parched earth as he picked his way down the trail. The first stars hung over the village, and lamps glowed in the windows along the deserted street. The scent of stewed sukiyaki and hot bread drifting from the houses made his stomach growl. His own supper of dried fish and water waited. Though he knew everyone was inside, he pulled the folds of his turban-esque shawl closer around his flaming red hair, feeling safer with that concealment, even in the dusky shadows of evening.

The men of the Konan Empire always let him use the well after their warriors had drank and for that he was grateful, but he knew better than to presume on that favor. Years of taunts and flung stones had taught him to avoid the villagers and to keep his hair covered, even though the men of the Empire did not veil.

He didn’t blame them for their insults. Not really. How could he? He didn’t know his offense, but a god had cursed him at birth. The flaming red of his hair was clear and an obvious bane in a land that was renowned for its coal black locks. His parents were so horrified, they left him on the village trash heap as an infant. He didn’t blame them, either. Who would want a child so ugly that he was cursed by a god?

Since money and jewels would not care what he looked like, a bandit picked him up and raised him on watered down cow’s milk. When he displeased her, which was often, she slapped him. But she fed him when no one else would look at him, and when she died, childless, her stolen goods, sheep, and dog became his. They became his passion, the dog even protecting him from irate villagers the countless times he had almost been caught stealing.

The sheep surrounded the trough, bleating and butting their heads against Tasuki, eager for a drink after a long day in the rocky desert hills. Grass was scarce this far into the month of August, and he had scavenged far. He knew better than to let his sheep browse the common pasture with the villagers’ herds.

He bowed his head and thanked the god of water for the gift of hydration, as he did everyday. The Well of Nakago was very old and very deep, but by the time of his eighteenth birthday, it had started to dry. The villagers had begun charging caravans for its use. He was glad they didn’t charge him… yet.

He set a cup of muddy water to clear, then drew bucket after bucket to fill the trough. His arms ached by the time the sheep were satisfied.

Tasuki heard a sound and looked out to the vast desert where night hovered on great blue-black wings above the last glow of the sun. A man walked out of the desert. His body was whip-lean, and his stride was long as he came to the well. Like the Tozoku-Gumi, the brigands of the desert wastes, the stranger was enveloped in night blue fabric. But there was no ornament about him, and he was alone and on foot. He wondered how the stranger had come to be lost from his caravan and mount. Pulling his shawl tighter around his hair, he stilled as the man approached.

His face was swathed in several folds of the same blue fabric. His dark blue eyes gleamed in the pale evening light. Somehow, those eyes made him think of pools of water, wider and deeper than any he had ever known. He realized he was staring and quickly looked down. The man’s eyes crinkled as if he’d just smiled, and a strange cold light danced in their depths.

“You are up late, boy,” he said in a voice as deep and quiet as his eyes. “I have walked a long way. I thirst.”

Tasuki swallowed a surge of anger and quickly offered him the cup he had set aside. It wouldn’t do to upset a possible desert thief. Despite the similar career choice, he had no doubt that this man was a part of something greater than he could ever imagine. It was in the subtle power of his tightly coiled muscles.

The man took the cup. His long, elegant fingers brushed the back of the red head’s fingers, and he felt a strange quivering deep inside. He had never seen such fine hands, uncallused and so clean. These were not the hands of a seasoned thief. If his hands were so smooth and powerful, he wondered if the rest of his body would be the same way. What would it be like to touch such fine skin, to feel those elegant fingers touching him? He blushed at the direction his thoughts had taken him.

Then the man did something no Tozoku-Gumi member would ever do- he unfastened his kaf and showed him his face. Tozoku-Gumi men did not risk their identities to anyone, no matter how serious the situation. Only those closest to them were allowed a glimpse of their faces.

Tasuki had never seen a man like him before. His skin was smooth and clean shaven, high of cheek and firm-jawed. Once, after a caravan had passed, he had stolen a small stone carving of the fierce warrior, Nakago. It would have fetched a suitable price on the underground market. A villager had beaten him and taken it away from him, of course, but he had never forgotten the face on it, the most beautiful face he had ever seen- fierce and exquisitely deadly. And now, that same face looked at him with grave amusement, as if used to such reactions.

As the man raised the water to his full lips, the thief remembered the mud that had settled to the bottom. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. “I’m sorry the water isn’t clear. The damned well is goin’ dry.”

“All water is good when you thirst.” He drank deeply and handed the cup back. Their fingers touched again and Tasuki trembled. “I owe you a gift. In the morning, take the trail between the Hwang and Niangnan mountains. But you must not tell anyone what you find.”

It wouldn’t have been the wisest thing to call the man a liar, so he promised to follow the trail. He told him he could find lodging at the village elder’s house and pointed the way. When he turned back, the stranger was gone. He moved as silently as the night. He couldn’t even hear his footsteps.

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It was a long walk to the path between the mountains. He knew the trail led only to a dry as bone canyon and he cursed himself for making such a pointless promise. But when push came to shove, he was first and foremost a man of his word. As he neared the pass, the sheep began to bleat and then run. He followed them as they ran down on a twisting trail he had never noticed before. Then the trail opened, and he stopped in amazement. A wide green valley stretched before him, greener and lusher than anything he had ever seen. A stream of sparkling water twisted and turned its way across the pregnant land, enticing the sheep. Even more wondrous was the sparkling pile of gems nestled deep in the rich brown silt by the stream. He would get to that later.

The lush grass tickled his bare legs as he ran after the sheep. He waded into the stream and sighed with pleasure at the cool caress of water. Pulling his tunic over his head, he tossed it back onto the bank. It felt strange being naked in the bright sunlight. It was oddly arousing. He knew that he was alone, but he felt like someone was watching him; stalking him like a predator. The sensation was not exactly unpleasant, but it was disturbing, nevertheless. The water felt like cold silk on his bare skin.

He tossed the head shawl on the grass as well, and shook his hair free. Water swirled around his thighs, tickling the bottom of his balls and pushing cool fingers between the rounds of his ass.


He cupped a handful of the clear water and trickled it over his chest. He laughed at its cool kiss. Tripping on a stone, his head went under and he came up, sputtering. He leaped and splashed as gleefully as a young child. He didn’t give a damn. It had been a long time since he felt this free and open. No one was around to tell him otherwise so he would enjoy it to the fullest.

Nose-deep in the lush grass, the sheep were too content to notice his antics. His dog snoozed under an enormous tree, twitching slightly.

It was a new delight to feel the sun on his skin and grass tickling his feet. Even more wonderful was the feeling of his hair, free of its confines. He was naked and free, feeling no need cover himself. Carefree, he explored the valley.

Birds sang in the branches of the fruit trees beside the stream. Bees bumbled drunkenly among overripe dates fermenting on the ground. White butterflies danced over a field of scarlet poppies. He couldn’t remember a more wonderful day. He feasted on plump dates and ripe pomegranates. When he could hold no more, he sat in the thick grass and sang, trying to capture the tunes travelers had sung of distant lands in fields of gold.

The sheep were so full of sweet grass, they gathered in the shade and listened to his lullaby. He grew sleepy and stretched out on the cool grass, languidly stroking his half-hard member. It felt so warm and smooth underneath his fingers. He loved touching himself, but sometimes he ached to touch something someone else, the way he once watched two men holding and groping each other. They had seemed to find so much joy in each other’s bodies, the soft gasps of pleasure, the hurried fondling. But he knew no one would ever touch him like that. Love him like that. Not with his strange hair; the curse of the gods.

But when he was alone, he could pretend he was beautiful. That the fingers sliding up and down his cock were not his own. That the hand that caressed his chest belonged to another. He traced the edges of his lips with his thumb and wondered what it would be like to kiss someone. Sometimes he saw couples kissing in the shadows. Their soft gasps and frenzied touching excited him, but always left quickly. Watching them made him feel alone as he never did when he was in the hills with the sheep or looting.

Lulled by the music of water and the song of insects, his eyes grew heavy.

He awoke when a shadow blocked the sun, but he felt too god to open his eyes. And for a moment, he still thought he dreamed. Warm fingers drew spirals and strange patterns over his chest. He whimpered when the fingers touched his nipples. They squeezed gently, and a line of fire sped straight to his cock. He became aware of someone’s soft breathing and the musky, spicy scent of a man. He wanted it to be a dream. He was afraid to wake and have the touch disappear. He knew it had to a joke, someone from the village wanting to see him aroused and wanting so that they could torment him. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed they would go away…

But he couldn’t resist opening his eyes. And when he did so he looked into the dark blue eyes of the stranger. The warrior look alike.

Ashamed to have him see his hair, he grabbed the head shawl to conceal his shame. But the man’s hand closed on his. “You wish to hide yourself from me? From what is mine to take? To claim?”

Tasuki trembled as a wave of desire tore through him. The dark clear eyes seemed to gaze straight through him to all of the hidden secret places inside.

“Do you not yet know me?” The voice was cold, and it rumbled deeply through his naked body. Then the hand gently touched a strand of fiery hair, rubbing it between two fingers. “This is a sign from the gods themselves that you were made for me. I claimed you at birth, Tasuki.”

And then the thief knew him, knew the handsome stranger with the glorious eyes and the voice as cold as ice- Nakago, the fierce, immortal warrior and owner of the well- and it would seem the owner of Tasuki.

“Why?” He couldn’t help asking. “Why would ya want me?”

“I knew what you would become- this thin, fine body, your gentle heart, the deft thievery of your fingers, your beautiful voice- and I wanted no other man to touch you. You are mine. I have waited a long time for you, and you will not deny me.”

Could he give himself so wholly, body and soul, to such a possessive man?

Nakago bent over him and their lips touched. His lips were warm and hard as they pressed against Tasuki’s quivering ones. He opened his mouth and shuddered as the warrior’s laved his own with wetness. Every touch, every stroke sent a ripple of pleasure through the thief’s body. He couldn’t get enough of him. The man’s tongue was sweeter and more luscious than any fruit. He felt like crying when he finally broke the kiss.

With a graceful move, he flung off his kaf and the deep blue robes of the Tozoku-Gumi and stood proudly naked before the trembling red head. Muscles rippled under his sleek skin. He looked as lithe and powerful as a desert lion. His hair was long and sand-colored, blowing in the wind that came sweeping from the desert. And his face- sensuous and deadly beautiful.

Tasuki’s eyes lowered to the thick shaft swaying between his powerful thighs, and he gulped. It was so big. His sac was covered with coils of hair like fine golden wires. His lean flanks were carved with muscle, promising a powerful ride. His staff was straight and thick, a mighty warrior’s sword with a crown likes that of a ripe pomegranate. He wanted to taste his cock, to glide his tongue over the thick head. His mouth watered and he blushed. Never had he had such an embarrassing reaction. He wanted to hide from this powerful man. Muscles tensing, he made himself read to take flight when the warrior grabbed his face.

He put his hand under his chin and made the thief look at him. He smiled, and the red head felt his heart tremble. “Look, touch, do as you will but do not run from me, little one. I will always find you.”

The man’s skin was the finest thing he had ever touched. He smelled so wonderful. Nakago kissed the base of his throat and trailed his tongue down the red head’s shoulder and along the hollow under his arm. Tasuki whimpered and clutched at his golden hair, burying his nose in the long, thick strands. His scent was stronger here. More dominating. He was so aroused he wanted to fall apart. Any small touch would shatter him into a million little pieces and he wondered if the hardened warrior would hold him together afterwards.

Nakago’s hand stroked down his spine and cupped the small mound of his ass, and he sighed and pressed tighter into the larger body above him. His cock was hard and hot, sometimes twitching against his thigh as he nuzzled into the warm strength of the blonde warrior’s chest. The man guided his head to his nipples and Tasuki tongued his flat nipples, catching the tip of one between his teeth. It hardened between his lips, and he suckled the tender point as greedily as a newborn child. He needed more.

He looked down at the massive column of living flesh rising from the immortal warrior’s groin like a pillar of living rock. He was so consumed by the power of the man’s scent that he craved more. The masculine scent seemed to waft from this area by the droves. Moisture dripped from the open slit- the clean, rich scent filling his nostrils.

“That’s right, little love. Take what you desire. I will not deny you.”

He trembled as he knelt. He had to taste. He leaned forward letting his lips brush over the glistening crown. His tongue sought the opening. He licked, The taste was overwhelmingly masculine, making him whimper in pure desire. Sweet and musky and all male.

His strong hands held Tasuki in place as he used his mouth as a sheath for his weapon, plunging inside of him again and again. He sucked as hard as he could, uncaring. The warrior stiffened, and his muscles convulsed as he spewed deep in his throat. The thief pulled back so he could taste him. He was… amazing. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of him. He flooded his mouth. He couldn’t hold it all and it dripped down his chin and onto his chest. He didn’t think the man was ever going to stop, and he swallowed and swallowed more of his precious juices.

Tasuki’s hunger only grew. He wanted him all. He wanted the warrior deep inside of him, where he would never forget his presence. The man’s shaft didn’t soften. It stood proudly erect, a spire of strength pointing to the sky.

He pushed against his shoulder and the thief lay back. He looked up at the man towering over him and turned crimson. He was behaving like a whore yet he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to stop. The man’s body was perfect, every muscle sharply chiseled. The red head could have looked at him forever but his body ached with need. He moaned and drew his legs up, lewdly exposing himself to the immortal. Nakago’s eyes darkened with desire, and for a moment, he was afraid of the intensity in them. Then the man smiled that cruel smile of his and dropped down to cover his body with his.

His cock pushed against Tasuki’s portal, slow and sure like the conqueror he was, entering the “city” he had taken, demanding entrance. He had no wish to deny it; he belonged to this man. There was pain as he entered him. He sort of expected it. His was no mortal shaft. He welcomed him in the only way he knew how. Pushing back against him, he opened for him, his hole softening like a flower in the rain.

The warrior entered him triumphantly. He strained to take all of him and when his balls finally rested against his cheeks, he sighed in contentment. The pain was forgotten as he moved within. Each stroke of his hard body was incredibly sweet. Tasuki wrapped his legs around the thrusting hips, striving for that most wonderful feeling. His cock danced between them, painting their abdomens with pre-cum. The man pumped harder, rocking the thief’s body with the force of his thrusts. His mouth plundered his, driving his tongue deep into his mouth. The red head couldn’t hold back. His body ached as fire tore trough him and he thought he would die from the joy of it all. He had no idea it would be like that. Nakago’s seed spurted inside of him, so hot and abundant. There was no way he would be able to contain it all.

At last the immortal finished, lowering himself down on the trembling red head. Kissing the tears from his eyes, he smiled softly. Tasuki didn’t want to move. He never wanted to move again. Here, in this cold, immortal warrior’s arms, he was safe and protected. There was no unforgiving world to deal with. Here he could rest easily and know he was loved. Pierced by that exquisite shaft, suspended between earth and sky, pleasure and pain, he felt truly happy. He filled the emptiness inside of him, filling it utterly and completely.

Nakago took him again and again, filling his body with his seed and driving him to ever higher peaks of ecstasy. His body was an instrument for the warrior’s pleasure. Nothing else existed. He was tireless, riding Tasuki to an agonizing peak of pleasure. When the thief thought he could bear no more, he was taken again, more gently this time. His slightest touch sent rivers of desire through out and his body could no longer contain it. He fell into a boneless heap, head protectively in the blonde’s arms.

“Sleep, my love. I will be here when you awaken.” Nakago smiled down at him, brushing a matted strand of red hair from his face.

Tasuki nodded and blushed, searching the man’s face. “Will you… Will you stay with me… forever?” He buried his head into the man’s sweat-soaked chest, embarrassed. The warrior lifted his chin up and forced him to meet his cold eyes.

“Forever, if you wish.”

A.N: This as been fun and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Once again, this is for you, Vampryna.