Hi all!  ::grins:: Just to send something out, I'm sending a fic that I 
co-wrote with my friend Ender (or Saki, yes that's her in the fic).  It can 
be really silly at times and there is *some* lime.  Just making sure you all 
know what you're getting into... 

All C&C can go to her at DuoMxwll@aol.com or me... All C&C, MSTs and 
chocolate covered Chichiris welcome.  Flames will be fed to the dragons.

On to the show! 
~~~
Silk to Velvet
A Dragon Death production

Chichiri:  I don't like you two no da.
Tasuki: Ditto.
The Prince of Dragons: ::aside:: They don�t need to like us.  They just have 
to follow the script, ne?
Ender: True.  ::to our main characters:: Shut up. :::glomps them:::: ::they 
shut up:: Anyways on with the story!!
Dragon:  ::giggles conspiratorially:: Have fuu~un!


	Chichiri found himself wearing only his pants, chained to a wall in a 
cellar.  The monk had no idea how he had gotten there.  Quickly he realized 
he was gagged.  "Mgffffsh, noph daghh!" (translation: Mmpphh no da!) Giving 
up struggling, he realized that he couldn't escape and looked around.  Next 
to him was Tasuki, also only in pants.
	"Took you long enough. I was getting fucking bored, waiting for you 
to wake up," Tasuki commented.
	"Whpfffff arrrghntt yphg gagfhred, noph daghh?" asked Chichiri. 
(Translation: Why aren�t you gagged no da?)
	Tasuki shrugged as much as he could against his bonds.  "Because," he 
gulped, "Saki-chan, the director, said she wanted me to have my mouth 
available for usage.... and she likes my fangs."  He groaned, "Fan-girls..."  
Both men looked up as a loud bang sounded, the door slammed shut.  They 
recoiled, seeing Tamahome bounding down the stairs, dressed entirely in 
tight, black leather, and wearing a dog collar.  He was carrying a large 
purple trunk on his shoulders, and set it down in the middle of the room, 
leaving with a flirtatious wink at Tasuki and a blown kiss at Chichiri.  The 
two Seishi could only stare at each other, wondering what happened to their 
companion and curious as to what was in the trunk.  The two men looked up as 
another loud bang sounded, signaling as the door opened and closed once more.
	Nuriko bounced down the stairs wearing much the same thing as 
Tamahome, but with pieces of white lace showing in various places.  He 
sauntered up to Chichiri and ungagged him, then happily skipped out.  "Daa!  
Thank Suzaku!  They finally took that thing out of my mouth, no da!"  
Chichiri laughed, relieved.
	"I wouldn't be so happy," Tasuki warned, "apparently they want to use 
your mouth too, and after what we just saw of Tamahome and Nuriko, I'm 
freaking scared... is Taits-kun really letting this happen?"
	Taits-kun's voice came from thin air, "Yes... Saki-chan is a nice 
girl.  She got rid of those annoying Nyan nyans for me."  A small cry of 
�Heal heal� was quickly ended with a scream of intense pain, and a maniacal 
laugh.  Tasuki groaned and Chichiri caught himself thinking about just how 
cute Tasuki's fangs were when he groaned... and just how cute his groans 
were, too!  
	The red-head noticed his friend blush.   "What's wrong, Chiri-san?"
	Chichiri quickly snapped out of his daze.  "Uh... Nothing, Tasuki-san 
no da," he said.  �He called me Chiri-san no da!  How cute no da,� Chichiri 
thought, and sighed a little, catching himself again.  �What am I doing no 
da?! Tasuki is only a friend no da!�
	Unaware that he was the subject of his friend�s thoughts, Tasuki 
inquired, "are.... you okay, Chiri-san?"  The bandit was suprised to see his 
friend blush fiercely.
	"H-hai no da!" Chichiri exclaimed.  The door opened again.  Hotohori 
happily bounced in, only wearing very skimpy leather shorts, which were made 
to draw the beholder�s eyes to his powerful physique.  He stopped for a 
moment and pulled out a mirror, made a brief narcissistic comment on his own 
beauty and then pulled out his sword.  The Emperor gave the nervous seishii 
an innocent smile and lay the flat of the blade on Chichiri�s stomach, moving 
it languidly down the other man�s torso.  With lightning speed, Hotohori cut 
off Chichiri's pants, the parts of which floated to the floor, soon followed 
by Tasuki's.  He commented on his beauty again, then on how cute they looked 
in their underwear, then happily bounced out, to do something to Nuriko that 
neither of the captives were going to think about.  Both boys were flushed by 
that time.
	Tasuki frowned.  "Not Tamahome, not Nuriko, not even freaking 
Hotohori.... I wonder..."
	Finding himself staring at his friend, admiring his build, Chichiri 
frowned as well.  He shook his head, letting his large bangs fall in his 
face.  "There are still lots of people left, Tasuki-san no da."  As if to 
prove his point, the door opened, and Suboshi, Amiboshi and Nakago strolled 
in, wearing red leather.  Suboshi glanced at the prisoners, giggling a 
little, and coloring a lot, then unlocked the trunk.  Inside were many 
peculiar odds and ends, on top, however, were several brands of lubricant.
Amiboshi snickered at Suboshi's reaction to the prisoners, noting his 
brother's reddening face.  He skipped up to Tasuki and ran a finger over the 
contours of his chest.  The bandit was unable to stifle a small groan of 
pleasure as Amiboshi massaged the sensitive skin of his nipples.  "He's kinda 
cute,  don't you think, Suboshi?" Amiboshi giggled to his twin.  They turned 
and nodded at Nakago, then skipped out.
	Nakago raised one eyebrow, surveying the pair, stifled a mischievous 
chuckle and walked up to Chichiri. He stroked the short blue hair framing 
Chichiri�s face.  The monk blushed again, unable to resist nuzzling the 
large, warm hand next to his cheek.  The golden-haired general smiled. 
"Saki-chan was right... you two are perfect for this."  With that he 
sauntered out as well.  
	Gulping, Chichiri realized he had been aroused by the blonde, his 
fellow seishii observing the same thing of himself concerning the gentle 
touches of Amiboshi.  "So... What the hell do you think that was about, 
Chiri-san?" Tasuki hoped to Suzaku his friend knew.
"Maybe its going to be Miaka... or Yui... daa..." Chichiri said 
unenthusiastically, "or maybe she's just going to have us sit here, being 
tormented by all this until we crack no da."  Tasuki looked down and realized 
his friend was aroused so much it looked like it hurt.  Since Chichiri was 
pretending he didn�t feel it, Tasuki tried to pretend he hadn�t noticed it.
"I know Saki-chan..." Tasuki growled, "and she may force us have 
girls...or..." he scowled.  The bandit gasped, wide-eyed, "you... you don't 
think it could be Chiriko or Ashitare, do you?  That�s just beyond fucking 
sick!"
The monk swallowed hard.  "I hope not no da...."
The door opened and Saki-chan skipped cheerfully into the room, keyboard in 
hand.  "Hi boys!" she greeted her two prisoners.
The bound seishii blanched  "It... its a.... A SELF-INSERTION LEMON?!!!" 
Chichiri looked more afraid than he ever had before.
	Tasuki recovered first, and snarled, "BITCH!!  KISAMA!!  You... 
you.... How fucking DARE you!" 
	Saki-chan seemed non-plussed by their reactions.  "Don't worry, 
sugar! I won't hurt you... much.  Besides, it's not a self-insertion... I'm 
just making a cameo."
	Chichiri lifted an eyebrow, his mask mimicking the motion perfectly.  
"So.... you're NOT gonna torture us...?"  He squirmed a little and Tasuki had 
a hard time pretending that he didn�t know what was wrong with his friend.
	The director grinned at her captives.  "You sound disappointed, 
Chichiri-san, but don�t worry, you'll both be satisfied."  She grinned 
evilly.  "I just wanted to make some modifications, that's all."  Saki-chan 
bent over her laptop and began typing rapidly.
	Both boys were no longer in chains, but also found themselves unable 
to move.  They regained their strength as Saki-chan quickly hopped out the 
door, locking it behind her.  Tasuki blinked.  "Why do you think she let us 
out of those damn chains?" he asked, faintly suprised.
	"Daa... I don't know... but she locked the door no da... that 
means...."  The monk looked at his friend gasped, and blushed worse than 
before, squirming, trying to release some of the pulsing tightness he was 
feeling.  
	Face burning, Tasuki caught on, blushing just as violently as 
Chichiri.  He pretended he still had no clue what Chichiri was talking about. 
 "Means what, Chiri-san?  Oro, I wanna know what else is in that fucking 
box... what about you?"
	Despite having a hard time believing his friend was so ditzy, 
Chichiri looked into Tasuki's emerald eyes, and forgot the potential dangers 
just long enough to agree. "Hai, Tasuki-san no da,"  Chichiri smiled shyly at 
the bandit.  They crawled over to the large trunk in the center of the room, 
and began rummaging through it, tossing all sorts of things behind them 
(lubricants, dildos, whips, handcuffs, ect.).  When he drew out a pair of red 
thong underwear, Chichiri turned a bright shade of pink.  Tasuki glanced over 
at his friend, laughed quietly, and caught himself thinking how cute his 
friend would be wearing the small piece of silk in his hand.  Nervously, 
Chichiri tossed the underwear behind him as he noticed the odd, slightly 
dreamy look on Tasuki�s face.
	Tasuki�s eyes glittered and he smiled, moving a little closer to his 
friend.  "What other stuff do you have over here?"  Tasuki barely glanced at 
the trunk, having eyes only for Chichiri.
	The pink in the monk�s cheeks did not fade, as he felt his friend�s 
warm breath on his neck.  "Not much like that, Tasuki-san no da.  What about 
you?"
	"You don't have to call me ' Tasuki-san'... I mean... you ARE one of 
my best friends and all."  Tasuki breathed lightly on the older man�s neck, 
making Chichiri shiver in expectation.  He edged a little closer, peering 
down into the trunk.  Tasuki examined the contents of the box and pulled out 
a madonna cone-bra.  His eyes got wide.  "Where does Saki-chan get these 
ideas?"  He shook his head and threw it behind him.  Chuckling at the look on 
Tasuki�s face when he saw the bra, Chichiri started digging again as well.  
The two men sifted through all the strangely arousing objects in the trunk, 
and found an old copy of Yaoi Weekly, a wonderful little magazine that Nuriko 
likes to read.  Both reached for the magazine, and Chichiri looked up, 
surprised, when Tasuki's hand rested on his own.  Tasuki gazed at Chichiri, 
the same shocked expression on his face.  They were so close that their noses 
touched.   Tasuki's hand did not leave Chichiri's, both boys having frozen in 
place.  Tasuki and Chichiri both leaned in slightly, expecting the other to 
do the opposite, and their lips connected, silk to velvet, causing a thrill 
of excitement to run through them. Tasuki continued the 'accidental' kiss, 
gently pushing his friend to the floor.  Chichiri opened his mouth slightly, 
as if to say something, and Tasuki's tongue darted inside, like a thief 
darting out to capture a wonderful treasure.  Chichiri wanted to push the 
red-haired boy off of him, tell him to get his control, but he found his own 
control deserting him, and discovered himself kissing back, his tongue 
stroking Tasuki's, with his fingers curling through Tasuki's silken mop of 
red hair.  The bandit's hands wandered, stroking the muscles of Chichiri's 
chest, prodding and playing gently with his hardened nipples.  He was 
reveling in the little groans of the blue-haired monk.  He nibbled Chichiri's 
lower lip playfully with his small fangs, while stroking his friend's back.  
He nibbled his monk�s earlobes, and kissed down his neck, nibbling sensitive 
spots, causing the older of the two to gasp and moan, encouraging him to do 
more. Tasuki�s strong hands were now stroking the monk's well built rear, and 
the monk�s fingers were digging into the muscles of his back.  His hands 
floated back up to the monk�s back, as his lips and fangs progressed 
downwards to Chichiri�s nipples.  The monk was lost in a state of ecstasy as 
Tasuki did amazing things to Chichiri�s senses.  Every nerve in his body 
wanted Tasuki, and he felt proof of Tasuki�s identical desire for him 
pressing into the inside of his leg. Moans echoed through the room, belonging 
to both the red-head and the monk.  Chichiri pulled Tasuki�s lips back up to 
his own, now hungering for more of the intoxicating taste that was uniquely 
Tasuki.  This action caused their hips to grind together, producing a loud 
moan from Tasuki and a gasp from Chichiri.  The two continued this grinding 
action, in tight, rolling circles.  The moans that came from the cellar 
echoed throughout the house, causing Saki-chan, in the dining room, to giggle 
as she typed away, the keys clacking wildly. Chichiri again pulled his lover 
to him, tasting and kissing his lips and neck.  Tasuki�s eyes were filled 
with love for the older man underneath him as they simply watched each other, 
continuing the grinding motion.  Tasuki was close, so very, very close.  His 
moans grew louder, and so did Chichiri�s.  He was almost there...almost...
	"CHIRI-SAN!"   Tasuki�s eyes were as wide as saucers.  His body was 
covered in sweat and he was trembling violently.  "that... same... dream," 
Tasuki felt a warm dampness soak through the sheets, "GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled. 
 Chichiri ran into the room and turned on the light. Neither one could 
breathe.  Tasuki huddled in a corner rocking back and forth, mumbling one 
thing over and over.  	Chichiri walked to his friend, " What is wrong, no 
da?"  Concerned, he sat on the edge of the bed, and put his arms around 
Tasuki.  
	The other seishii looked up, his green eyes were huge, as he breathed 
the words for only the monk to hear.  	" I... I love you, Chiri-san.... I 
love you."
~~~

Dragon: I hope you all like!  I *will* write a sequel eventually... But if 
anyone wants to draw a pic of these two maybe it will inspire me and I'll 
write faster!

Damius: Yeah, right.  Like anyone wants to encourage you.  Don't make me 
laugh!

Dragon: Minna, don't pay attention to him, he's just one of my other 
personalities.  As stated above:  All C&C, MSTs, money, and chocolate covered 
bishounen are welcome.  Thank you.

The Prince of Dragons
Karasu no Tsuma
Keeper of SD Karasu
Proud member of KINKK (Karasu INtimately Knew Kurama)
Member of the Meeping Faction (Kuronue must MEEP!)
Keeper of Shizuru's Attitude
((A chocolate covered anime character of your choice if you can tell what my 
favorite show is!))