Only Time: The Sacred Power

Chapter Twenty-Eight

By J. Marie


Warning!!! This is a lemon yaoi fanfiction starring Nakago and Tasuki from Fushigi Yugi. It is rated NC-17. See, I promised I'd get to more Tas an' Nak scenes. Get it while the gettin's good. Sorry for the wait. Usual excuses. Real life is hell. Simple as that.


Tasuki shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled along through the hallways of Taiitsukun's palace, idly wondering where Nakago was. He spotted Suboshi and Amiboshi, Nakago's fellow seishi, but judging by the rather serious looks on their face, they were having a private conversation, and Tasuki felt uncomfortable enough around the twins as it was, so he shuffled past them.

He shuffled around some more, wondering if maybe he should just find his own room, when he realized there was nyan-nyan in front of him. Tasuki sneered and backed away. He loathed nyan-nyans.

"You're looking for Nakago, I know you are..." the nyan-nyan said in a sing-song voice, her green pigtails bobbing up and down as she bounced on her heels excitedly.

Tasuki sweatdropped. "Does everyone around here know everything there is to know about my private life?" he asked irritably.

The nyan-nyan looked thoughtful and placed a finger to her lips. "I don't think Yuiren has caught on yet," she said seriously.

"Argh!!! So only the nine-year-old has no clue about Nakago and me being a couple?" Tasuki cried in exasperation.

Tasuki suddenly realized that Yuiren, who was walking with Subaru, was staring at him with wide hazel eyes. He grinned sheepishly, and began to laugh nervously.

"So they are gay..." Yuiren said aloud, shaking her head and walking off with a snickering Subaru.

"Well, now everyone knows about you and Nakago," the nyan-nyan said cheerfully.

Tasuki took out his fan and hit the nyan-nyan square on the forehead as quick as lightning. "Normally, I'd feel bad about hitting a little girl, but since you're actually a minor goddess, I'm not feeling terribly guilty about it. Just be glad I didn't flame ya!!" Tasuki cried, shaking his fist angrily at the small green-haired girl.

The nyan-nyan stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes at Tasuki, while sticking her thumbs in her ears and waggling her fingers. Tasuki returned the insult by puffing his cheeks out and crossing his eyes, while pulling up his nose to reveal his nostrils to the nyan-nyan.

"Oh, that's an attractive face."

Tasuki paused in mortification when he discovered Nakago was standing nearby, watching the exchange with an amused expression. The nyan-nyan giggled in triumph and skipped away while Tasuki screamed at her unintelligibly and hopped up and down in anger. Nakago chuckled.

"Nice to see you back to normal...Dollface," Nakago rumbled.

Tasuki paused and looked seriously at Nakago for moment, and scrunched his lips to the side. "Well, I let everything get to me in my previous life. I'm not gonna go down like that ever again. 'Sides, I got Junko back in one piece...and maybe might even have a sort of father when we get back home!" Tasuki smiled happily.

It was the wrong thing to say, Tasuki found. Nakago's expression chilled and he turned around and abruptly walked away from Tasuki. The redhead bit his lip and chased after the blond. Nakago was walking quickly and disappeared into one of the rooms. The door was slammed in Tasuki's face.

Tasuki sighed. "Nakago? Um, I didn't mean to, um, you know, rub it in and all. Junko says you still have her, it's not like you have nothing. And if it means anything...you have me..." Tasuki admitted softly, staring at the floor in front of his feet.

The door was slowly opened and Nakago's expression wasn't quite as frosty as before. He studied Tasuki intently, and Tasuki raised his eyes, if not his face, to meet Nakago's. Warm gold and deep blue met, and countless conversations seemed to pass between them with a single gaze.

Nakago wasn't moving or saying anything, so Tasuki took the iniative and stepped forward and threw his arms around Nakago's neck. He rested his head on the blond's broad shoulder, and closed his eyes.

"It's funny, after all these years without a mother and father, I don't know if I want them. It was easier, when Junko was my big sister, and my mother was dead, and my father a complete mystery..." Tasuki whispered.

Nakago finally embraced Tasuki, pulling the redhead into his room, shutting the door quietly behind them. "It was easier when I didn't know my real parents at all, and didn't know that they actually loved me...it was easier when I didn't know what I lost," Nakago whispered after a long time.

It was the first revelation of any sort of deep emotion on Nakago's part. A baring of his heart and soul that he had never truly done before. He was showing Tasuki a side of himself no one had ever seen. And Tasuki was touched by that.

"Our parents were all great friends. Junko and that Nicky guy...they're gonna wanna be part of your life, too. And I want to...I want to be part of it. If you still want me..." Tasuki whispered.

Nakago's embrace tightened. "Aren't you still scared of me, of who I was...?" he whispered.

"No, not really. Because you're not him, anymore. And I have faith now that you won't turn back into him. I'm okay with everything. I'm tired of being scared, of being lonely, and having nothing," Tasuki whispered.

Nakago was silent as he held Tasuki, absorbing what Tasuki was telling him.

"I know you don't love me. But it's okay, Nakago, because I love you, and I can live with it. You like me, care about me. That's more than what I've had before. I just want to be with you as long as I can," Tasuki smiled, looking up at Nakago's face.

Nakago swallowed, and then returned the smile, a rare, genuine smile that very few people ever saw. "If I have my way, Tasuki, it'll be a very long time," he whispered back, and Tasuki grinned at him.

Nakago felt something. Maybe it wasn't what exactly Tasuki had dreamed of, but it was more than ever before. And it was enough to banish the fears of Nakago's past life. They had the here and now. Live for today, not for tomorrow.

"I want to make love to you..." Tasuki whispered, touching Nakago's sculpted cheek while grinning lazily at the beautiful blond. It was rare that he was the one to initiate sex.

Nakago didn't answer the redhead in words. Instead, he held Tasuki to him tightly, kissing the redhead passionately. Tasuki's body thrilled, swelling with heat he had almost forgotten, though in actuality, it had only been a few weeks since he and Nakago had last made love.

Tasuki pushed the tall blond back on the bed, straddling Nakago's hips as he kissed him. Nakago chuckled into their kiss, his chest rumbling against Tasuki's.

"I assume this means I am forgiven," Nakago whispered.

"There is nothing to forgive you for. You're all right, Nakago-chan. And I love you, okay?" Tasuki smiled down at the blond.

Nakago smiled back, and he could not recall a time in any life that he had been happier.



The purple-haired woman looked up, to find Hotohori standing over her, his hands shoved in his pockets. He was staring at the ground, and if Nuriko didn't know better, she'd swear Hotohori looked bashful.

"Yes, Hotohori?" Nuriko asked softly, setting aside her book.

Hotohori sighed, looking rather pained. "You look very pretty tonight," he finally said.

"It's all right, Hotohori. I'm female now. You don't have to worry about competition from me to be the prettiest," Nuriko smirked.

Hotohori glared at Nuriko. "Funny. I'm trying to be nice," he sighed.

"Try harder. You've spent the past two lifetimes stringing me along to feed your ego. I deserve a good dig once in a while, I think."

Hotohori chewed his lip for a moment, visibly garnering courage. "Fine, you deserve that. And more, I won't deny it. But in my defense, Nuriko, I always wanted a woman, not a man. The perfect woman. My excuse to you was that you weren't a woman. But now you are," he said evenly.

"Yes, now I am," Nuriko sighed and picked up her book. "And as much as I love you, I don't obsess over it anymore. I'm my own woman. So it's fine, Hotohori, I'll make it on my own. I don't need you."

Hotohori closed his eyes. It was now or never. Truth or dare. Fish or cut bait. Confess or lose what he needed most for the past two lifetimes forever.

"But maybe I need you, Nuriko. I'd be lost without you. And I'd hate to lose you because I've been an asshole," Hotohori admitted.

Nuriko grinned behind her book. "Say it, Hotohori."

"Aw, please, don't make me-"

"Say it!"

"I love you more than life. Please forgive me and take me back," Hotohori sighed irritably.

Nuriko grinned and threw herself on top of the man she'd loved for the past two lifetimes. "About time you said that, you jerk!"

Hotohori grinned up at the perfect woman he'd been looking for his past two lives. "It is, isn't it?" he agreed.


It had been too long since they’d touched. Words were unnecessary, for the slide of their fingers, the brush of their lips, and the looks in their eyes conveyed all that lay in their heart.

Tasuki kissed Nakago softly on the lips, nimbly unbuttoning Nakago's blue silk shirt. Nakago responded eagerly, having sorely missed Tasuki's touch. The redhead began to kiss his way down the sculpted muscles of Nakago's chest, pulling open Nakago's shirt as his lips trailed downwards.

Nakago sighed in anticipation, his body relaxing under the shower of Tasuki's kisses. He reached up and massaged Tasuki's scalp, winding his fingers through the silky red hair. Tasuki was deftly unbuttoning Nakago's pants, his lips not pausing in their southbound travel. Tasuki peeled Nakago's pants off, apparently eager to make up for lost time.

Nakago's breath hitched when the redhead's soft lips trailed along the length of his shaft, eliciting thrills of pleasure. Tasuki delicately took the tip into his mouth and sucked gently, bringing the blond to full arousal in mere seconds. Tasuki swirled his tongue along the velvet-like flesh, bringing more of Nakago's cock into his mouth. Nakago nearly choked in pleasure, his hands tangling in Tasuki's hair.

Tasuki's hands ran along the smooth flesh of Nakago's thighs, his mouth causing the blond to arch back, his hips lifting off the bed. Nakago was moaning softly, feeling his body tense and heat. But this wasn't what he wanted, he wanted more than just a simple release. He didn't want to come alone.

"Tasuki...stop," Nakago croaked, shakily drawing Tasuki up and away from him. The redhead blinked in confusion. Nakago sat up, and leaned himself back against the headboard of his bed. He pulled Tasuki onto his lap, meeting the soft lips with his own.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tasuki asked in bewilderment as Nakago swiftly undressed him.

"I want to us to be together, to come together," Nakago murmured quietly, not really wanting to admit his sudden sentimental desires.

Tasuki smiled wide, his golden eyes appearing far larger than normal. He wrapped his arms around Nakago, sliding along the blond's muscular thighs. He kissed Nakago passionately as the blond pressed their bodies together.

"Now I remember why I fell in love with you," Tasuki whispered. Nakago was pressing himself against Tasuki's opening, his shaft slick with both saliva and precum.

"Sshhh," Nakago whispered, sliding into Tasuki. A strange sense of guilt rankled in his heart every time Tasuki told Nakago he loved him. He wanted to hear it, but he couldn't return it.

Tasuki threw his back and moaned loudly as Nakago entered him, his slim body rocking up against Nakago's. Nakago leaned back, letting the smaller redhead ride him. He half-closed his eyes, resting his hands on Tasuki's smooth hips, aiding the movement of the other boy's body over him. He felt as though he was adrift of a warm cloud of love and pleasure. Nakago wondered how he could have ever enjoyed sex at all before Tasuki came into his life.

Nakago realized, even through the haze ecstasy had enshrouded his mind in, that he was fulfilled. That he had never been happier. He knew, without a doubt, that he wanted Tasuki in his life, and didn't ever want the redhead to leave. It was as though Tasuki completed his circle, finished him, made him whole. Life had a whole new meaning with Tasuki in it. The amount of time Nakago spent without Tasuki forced him to realize that he needed the fiery redhead.

Even as their bodies melded and came together, releasing in a glorious moment of pleasure, fear stabbed at Nakago's heart. He knew now what his weakness was. He could be hurt. He was vulnerable. If Tasuki ever left...

Nakago and Tasuki rolled to the side, kissing each other gently after their pleasure was spent and the quakes subsided from their bodies. Nakago pushed aside his doubts. Fears of that nature were part of who he used to be, not who he was now. He couldn't let fear rule him. He would enjoy Tasuki, he would enjoy the present.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, never happier than they were at that moment.


Chichiri gasped as he sat up, sweat pouring from his brow.

The blue-haired Suzaku seishi shivered as his body chilled, his mind wrestling with the dark memory of his lingering nightmare.

Tasuki. Nakago. Nakago killing Tasuki. Tasuki dying in Nakago's arms as the blond sobbed in unimaginable grief. Tasuki’s sightless eyes fixing on Chichiri.

Chichiri covered his face. Would the dreams not stop haunting him? Would he forever envision Tasuki's death at Nakago's hand? Why did it not stop? Why couldn't the dreams leave him be? Tasuki was happy with Nakago, and Chichiri didn't want to ruin their happiness.

But he couldn't force the sense of foreboding away, no matter how hard he tried. Chichiri lay back down on his bed, wondering if Tasuki was really going to die.

And wondering if he could prevent it.


To be continued...


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