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The beautiful emperor sighed as he gazed at himself in the mirror; he unbound
his hair and it flowed over his shoulders. As gorgeous as he was, he was
lonely. He had finally accepted the fact that Miaka truly loved Tamahome, and
that his feelings for her were wishful thinking, a child's fantasy. This left
him with a big empty space in his heart, though, and no more justification
for his avoidance of other female company. After a great deal of reflection
he had had to accept some basic facts about himself. He had thought he was in
love with Miaka, but in truth he had never felt any sexual attraction for
her, merely a strong protective feeling.
Hotohori felt satisfied with this revelation, but it still left him at loose
ends, alone every night. He knew that soon there would be increased pressure
for him to produce an heir; but the thought of it invariably produced a wave
of nausea. He also knew this was a telling fact, but was having a hard time
dealing with what he suspected it meant.
This train of thought brought his mind to someone whose existence, while
welcome, had complicated his feelings: Nuriko. He had recognized the beauty
of the seishi at first meeting, and respected his strength. That was when he
had believed Nuriko to be female, and he thought he was in love with Miaka.
Now, Hotohori was bemused to find Nuriko in his thoughts more often, and in
disturbing ways. He was being forced to rethink his entire philosophy.
Unfortunately, his body was making its needs known, and didn't care about
philosophy. Hotohori suspected he was thinking too much.
As he thought of the purple haired seishi, he felt his body react; he found
that he thought of Nuriko more and more often, and these thoughts often
brought on unexpected arousal. This was a new feeling for him, and he was
becoming frustrated with not being able to alleviate it. That wasn't quite
true; he knew theoretically about the mechanics of sexual relations, but he
had no firsthand knowledge. Literally, as he had never touched himself in
that way. He knew he could ask for any of the court ladies, but he knew now
that was not where his interest lay. More and more, his interest pointed him
toward the beautiful cross-dressing seishi.
Hotohori's arousal grew, and accordingly his thoughts of Nuriko increased.
The ache between his legs drove him to distraction, yet he felt reticent
about doing something about it. Experimentally, he brushed his hand over the
bulge in the front of his robe; he was so surprised by how good it felt that
a small moan escaped his lips. That was when he heard the crash outside the
door. He immediately grabbed his sword and rushed to the door to investigate.
Nuriko had been walking up and down the halls, unable to sleep as usual.
During the day, the fact that he would never have a chance with the man he
loved was bad enough, but manageable; but at night, with nothing else to
distract him, thoughts of the beautiful emperor plagued him. So he walked;
and invariably his steps would bring him to Hotohori's door, hoping for a
glimpse. This time, the door had been left slightly ajar; Nuriko slowed his
steps, hoping the emperor was on his way out so they could "accidentally" run
into each other.
But the door showed no sign of opening; silently, Nuriko approached, worried
about Hotohori. He approached the opening, peering through guiltily. He was
just in time to see the emperor loosen his hair, and was transfixed as always
by the man's beauty. Nuriko knew it was wrong, spying like this, but he
couldn't help himself. Just gazing at the longhaired seishi aroused him;
Nuriko was thankful for the loose robe he was wearing that disguised this
fact. Nuriko told himself that he would linger but a moment, then move on;
but he hardly ever had a chance to just watch the emperor, and he couldn't
pull himself away from his contemplation of Hotohori's perfection.
Hotohori appeared to be deep in thought; he gazed into the mirror as if
searching for something. Nuriko watched, and watched; then the emperor did
something completely unexpected: he touched himself. Nuriko was so stunned he
lost his balance, swaying against a plant and knocking it over. Then Hotohori
came rushing through the door, pushing it open with great force and right
into Nuriko. This knocked the smaller man to the floor. Nuriko looked up at
the gorgeous emperor, sword drawn and hair flowing, towering over him, as he
scrambled back out of the way. Hotohori looked ready to kill; his eyes blazed
as he looked around.
Then he looked down and saw Nuriko crouched on the floor, holding the side of
his head where the door had hit him. "Nuriko!" he cried out, his expression
softening. "What happened? Are you all right?" He sheathed his sword, and
held a hand out to the other man.
Nuriko looked up; the door hadn't really hurt him, just knocked him off
balance; and the emperor standing over him like this was incredibly arousing.
But he said, "Forgive me, Hotohori-sama. I am unforgivably clumsy. I was
passing by, and saw your door ajar, and was worried..." he dropped his eyes
as he accepted Hotohori's hand, trying to ignore the feel of the soft skin,
then realized he had just given himself away.
Fortunately, the emperor was far more concerned by the fact that he had
inadvertently injured the other seishi that he didn't realize the
implications of Nuriko's statement. "Are you hurt?" the emperor said again,
more softly. He gazed at the other man, noticing how large and expressive
Nuriko's eyes were.
"No, I'm fine, Hotohori-sama. My head is like a rock," Nuriko answered
ruefully. The emperor was even more beautiful close up.
Suddenly both men realized they were still holding hands, and both dropped
their hands quickly. Hotohori saw the bruise forming on Nuriko's beautiful
face. "Nuriko! You are hurt! Shall I call Mitsukake?" he exclaimed.
Nuriko put a hand up to his temple. "It's nothing, really, Hotohori-sama. No
one will ever notice." He laughed self-deprecatingly.
Hotohori looked deep into Nuriko's eyes, and took a deep breath. "It pains me
to see anything mar such beauty."
"B-beauty?" Nuriko was stunned.
Hotohori looked around. "Please, come into my rooms. I may have something to
alleviate the swelling." He held out his hand.
Nuriko stared at Hotohori, still confused. Had Hotohori called him beautiful?
He reached out and tentatively took the emperor's offered hand, heart racing
and cock stiffening. He allowed the other man to lead him into the sumptuous
"Please, sit down," Hotohori indicated the chair before the mirror. Then he
brought a cool cloth and stood behind Nuriko, pressing it gently to the other
man's temple. Nuriko closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Nuriko, does it hurt?"
"No, Hotohori-sama, it's fine," Nuriko said, trying to control his body's
reaction to having the beautiful man so close behind him.
"Please, Nuriko, just call me Hotohori, when we're alone," the emperor said,
mesmerized by the scent of the pretty seishi. Nuriko smelled like cinnamon
and jasmine. He felt his arousal return, harder than ever.
Nuriko could barely concentrate; his cock throbbed, wanting attention. He
managed to say, "I'll try, Hotohori." The throbbing in his head abated,
though, and Nuriko unthinkingly leaned his head back against Hotohori,
Hotohori tried not to moan as the longhaired seishi leaned against his
stomach, so close to his sensitive arousal. This set off all sorts of
thoughts about Nuriko's mouth and what it could do to him. He stared at
Nuriko in the mirror. The two most beautiful men in all the land looked
incredible together, Hotohori thought, and the emperor wanted to see more.
Images filled his mind; images of their two bodies pressed together,
entwined, and he was watching in the mirror.
"Hotohori? Are you all right?" Nuriko asked nervously. The beautiful emperor
Hotohori nearly moaned, the images in his mind were so intense. Impulsively,
he drew Nuriko to his feet, kicking the chair away, and pulled the other
seishi close. He pressed his whole body, his whole being, against the other
man, and was startled to feel hardness digging into his thigh. His eyes wide,
he looked down at Nuriko, and whispered with his last ounce of self-control,
"Tell me to stop."
Nuriko looked up at Hotohori, stunned by the man's actions as well as the
undeniable proof of his desire pressing into him. It couldn't be happening,
couldn't be... not to him, not to Nuriko. Hotohori loved Miaka, everyone knew
that. But Nuriko loved Hotohori enough that he didn't care right now, and
would rather have died than say no to the beautiful man. Instead, he rose up
on the tips of his toes and did the unthinkable; he kissed the emperor.
Nuriko's lips felt like silk, and his mouth tasted like honey; Hotohori
kissed back, opening his mouth and entwining tongues with the other man. They
kissed for what seemed to be an eternity, until they were both gasping for
air. They broke apart, panting, and gazed at each other from inches away.
"Forgive me, Hotohori," whispered Nuriko, eyes wide.
"Whatever for?" Hotohori answered, holding him tight. And this time he kissed
Nuriko. The smaller seishi moaned and melted in Hotohori's arms, raising his
arms to go around the emperor's neck. They fit together perfectly, their
bodies lining up and molding together. Erections strained against silken
cloth, aching to be touched.
As the kiss finished, Hotohori opened his eyes to catch sight of the image in
the mirror. The sight was breathtaking; long hair intermingled, beautiful
faces flushed, eyes filled with desire; Hotohori knew what he wanted.
Gently, he turned Nuriko around, so his back was to Hotohori and he faced the
mirror. Nuriko gasped at the sight of Hotohori behind him; he looked even
more delicate next to the powerful emperor.
Hotohori stood behind the smaller seishi, and wrapped his hands around him
from behind, looking over Nuriko's shoulder. "You are so beautiful, Nuriko,"
he said, running his hands over the other man. "I want to see all of you."
And his hands found the fastenings of Nuriko's clothing; he looked
searchingly at the smaller man, asking for permission.
Nuriko was incredibly aroused at Hotohori's actions, but frightened; would
seeing the undeniable proof of his maleness frighten the emperor? But he
wasn't about to say no; putting his hands over Hotohori's, he helped unfasten
the clothes. Soon all were gone, dropped carelessly on the floor, and Nuriko
stood in all his rock hard, male glory in front of the mirror and the man he
Hotohori watched as Nuriko's body was revealed to him bit by bit; he found
himself waiting anxiously for the final moment, when all was revealed.
Nuriko's beauty made him ache; the smooth porcelain skin, the lithe body he
knew contained incredible strength, the long hair trailing over a bare
shoulder... The last clothing dropped to the floor, and Hotohori gazed at
last upon Nuriko, unadorned. More beautiful than he could have imagined,
Nuriko's body was perfect. Any doubts were dispelled as the sight of the
other man's stiff arousal made his own throb. Words wouldn't come; so
Hotohori showed how he felt about the other seishi.
Pressing his arousal against Nuriko's back, he kissed the delicate neck as
his hands moved. He touched the smooth skin almost reverently, until Nuriko's
moans of approval made him more aggressive. Down the planes of Nuriko's
smooth chest roamed Hotohori's hands; as they brushed over the other man's
erect nipples, Nuriko gasped and arched his back. Lower and lower the
emperor's hands strayed, exploring.
Nuriko held hid breath as Hotohori's hand reached for his dripping erection.
He wanted the emperor to touch him so much, it was painful. All the months of
wanting, fantasizing, were finally over; he was finally in Hotohori's arms.
Then the bigger man's hand wrapped around him, and Nuriko stopped thinking.
Hotohori squeezed Nuriko's length gently, experimentally; it felt like silk
over steel, softer than velvet. He stroked slowly; Nuriko leaned against him,
mouth open. Hotohori looked in the mirror, and watched as he pumped Nuriko's
cock; the sight was incredibly erotic. "Look," he whispered to Nuriko, "Look
what I'm doing to you."
Nuriko raised his eyes to look in the mirror; he moaned as he felt, and
watched, Hotohori stroke him. The emperor stroked faster, gaining confidence,
gratified by the reaction he was causing in the smaller man, and intoxicated
by the sight of what he was doing. He watched Nuriko's face twist in passion,
and wanted to see it again and again.
"Hotohori..." gasped Nuriko, eyes fixed on the mirror.
Hotohori felt Nuriko's knees weaken, and wrapped his arm around the smaller
seishi's chest to support him. He never took his eyes off the mirror,
mesmerized by the sight of the two beautiful men entwined.
Nuriko lifted his eyes to meet the emperor's in the mirror, then he arched
against him. "I... I..." then he climaxed, waves of nirvana taking over his
body; pumping his passion all over himself and Hotohori's hand.
Hotohori watched, fascinated, and his cock throbbed insistently, as he drove
Nuriko to completion. The pleasure the smaller man was experiencing looked
exquisite, and he ached to make him feel it again and again.
Climax left Nuriko weak, and he collapsed against Hotohori, leaning on him
heavily. Hotohori pulled him close, bringing his hand to his mouth.
Nuriko moaned softly as he watched the emperor taste his seed. Hotohori
licked his lips and whispered, "You taste wonderful, Nuriko."
Nuriko smiled and slid his hand behind him, stroking the emperor's hardness
through the fabric. "You feel wonderful, Hotohori."
The emperor moaned, arousal aching for release. Nuriko turned in his arms and
set to work on the other man's clothes. Soon, the last garment fell away, and
Hotohori's beauty was fully revealed.
Nuriko's breath caught; as long as he had wanted the emperor, he had never
dreamed this far; the man was beyond beautiful, perfection incarnate.
Perfectly proportioned, toned muscles slid underneath flawless skin; flowing
hair cascaded over broad shoulders down to a narrow waist. Lower still,
Hotohori was even more beautiful; glistening arousal framed by powerful legs;
Nuriko hardened again just from gazing at Hotohori.
Then the vision moved, crushing Nuriko to him, holding him tight. Naked skin,
burning hot, pressed together, and Hotohori claimed the smaller man's mouth.
Hands moved everywhere, and both young men needed more.
"Hotohori," breathed Nuriko when the kiss ended. "I want you inside me.
Hotohori replied, "I want that so much, Nuriko. Are you sure?" The smaller
seishi nodded, and took a bottle of oil from the table. Hotohori retrieved
the chair, placing it in front of the mirror. Nuriko indicated Hotohori
should sit, then he kneeled in front of the emperor, pouring some of the oil
in his hand.
Hotohori moaned as Nuriko applied the oil to his erection, coating it
liberally. Then Nuriko turned around so they were both facing the mirror and
straddled Hotohori's lap. Nuriko lowered himself slowly, positioning the
emperor's length carefully.
Hotohori gasped as he felt his rock hard cock enter the other man. Nuriko
slid down, whimpering softly, and enveloped the emperor within his body.
Hotohori stared into the mirror, transfixed, at the scene. His arousal
disappeared into the smaller seishi, and he was drowning in new feelings.
Finally Hotohori was fully seated inside Nuriko; both beautiful men gazed at
the mirror. The smaller man's legs were spread wide, draped over Hotohori's
legs, and both could clearly see their joining. Hotohori brought his arms up
to Nuriko's chest and ran his hands possessively all over the smooth skin.
Nuriko's body arched when Hotohori brushed his nipples. Nuriko's erection
stood up against his stomach, trembling and glistening. Long hair entwined,
the two gorgeous seishi began to move.
Nuriko raised and lowered himself slowly, then Hotohori got the idea. He held
Nuriko's hips and easily lifted the lithe seishi up and down, his lubricated
arousal sliding smoothly in and out of Nuriko's tight body. The sensations
were incredible. Nuriko's body gripped his cock, exquisite friction set his
nerves on fire, and heat spread through his whole body. Hotohori moaned and
moved Nuriko faster, thrusting his hips in counterpoint.
Nuriko gave up on trying to move, and just gripped the emperor's arms and
enjoyed the ride. Hotohori filled him perfectly, his hot length possessing
him and driving deeper inside him with every thrust. He couldn't help but
moan Hotohori's name; between the incredible penetration and watching the
scene in the mirror he knew neither man could hold back much longer. Watching
Hotohori's face in the mirror, Nuriko marveled at the emperor's beauty,
especially in passion; he brought his hand up to stroke his own cock.
Hotohori growled as he watched the ethereal seishi pump his own arousal;
Nuriko had never looked more perfect as his beautiful features reflected the
ecstasy he felt.
"N... Nuriko," gasped Hotohori, "Let me see you see you... come for me."
Hotohori continued to drive into Nuriko, and the purple-haired seishi cried
out, "Hotohori!" Then his body contracted around the emperor's cock, and he
was releasing his passion, wave after wave of euphoria washing over him as he
was stroked inside and out. Nuriko's creamy seed spilled over him, dripping
down onto Hotohori's legs.
The unbelievable tightness of Nuriko's body, the sight of his release, and
the beauty screaming his name took Hotohori over the edge as well. He thrust
one last time, then his whole body stiffened; arching his back, he cried out,
filling the other man with his pent-up desire, throbbing again and again.
Indescribable pleasure flooded him; time stood still and the world no longer
The two men slumped, sated, and nearly unconscious in the chair, Hotohori
still inside Nuriko. Finally, they stirred, their eyes meeting in the mirror
almost shyly. Then Hotohori smiled, and wrapped his arms around Nuriko from
behind, holding him tightly. Nuriko smiled back, and suddenly neither felt
alone any more.