March themed challenge.

[merikuru]

No master list for Februantasy, so onward!

March's challenge is:

M/March!

This is the month to bring out all your male/male relationships. A cuddle before a warm fire, a romp in the sheets, a day spent fixing up the house or car or something else in friendly contemplation - here's where it all belongs. Let there be men!

If your work has spoilers, please add an [S] tag to the comment title. If it has mature content, please add an [MA] tag.

This theme challenge will end on March 31st, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.

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Fushigi Yuugi, Tomo/Nakago, "This Is Fine"

[sarajayechan]

He knows perfectly well Nakago will never love him, he accepted that years ago. Oh, he tried all the usual tricks in the past; treating Soi as a rival, trying to use his and Nakago's similar trauma as a bonding point, even trying to trick him into bed. Backing off won him Nakago's respect, and let him understand that his failure to win the man's heart didn't lie with him, but with Nakago himself. He doesn't even seem to love Soi, who regularly shares his bed, or the Priestess of Seiryuu, whom he doted on endlessly when she arrived.

It's because they're so alike that Tomo understands why Nakago cannot love him.

And it's fine. Sometimes it aches to be reminded of this fact, but it's a dull ache compared to the immature heartbreak he used to feel. Now, all that matters is that he can be useful to Nakago.

At this moment, he's going over the map on which Suboshi marked the Suzaku Priestess's tracks. Judging by the territory, she won't be going any further today, so there's no need to hurry after her.

Good. Nakago is asleep on his shoulder. Nakago never falls asleep beside anyone, even Soi, much less using their body as a pillow. Tomo imagines his sleep is not peaceful, but right now he seems closer to content than Tomo has ever seen him. He can't help feel a bit of satisfied, selfish pride. He's the one Nakago happened to let his guard down for, even if just tonight. It's more than he's come to expect or hope for, and he'll gladly take it.

He smiles a little, daring to stroke the general's hair.

"Sleep well."

This is more than he could ask for, and this is fine.

Fushigi Yuugi, Amiboshi/Suboshi, "Going-Away Present" [NSFW, cw: incest]

[sarajayechan]

Tomorrow was the day, and to say Suboshi was dreading it was an understatement. Konan. He's going to Konan for Seiryuu knows how long? What if he fails, what if they figure him out? They have all of the other Warriors, who knows how strong they are? If they find him out they'll attack him. If they don't, Nakago...ugh, I don't even want to think of it!

Or what if Amiboshi got too cozy there? What if...what if he fell in love?! Suboshi clenched his fist, squeezing his eyes shut. Some pretty palace girl, some cute village boy, they could work their charms on him, convince him to stick around, he'd forget all about me...!

He bit his lip, tightening his fist. The last time Amiboshi had left him behind...he didn't want to think about that, either.

Stupid Nakago. Why does he have to separate us again? Tomo's the one with the freaky illusion powers, why can't he do it? Of course, he'd tried asking, and of course Nakago had had the answer. Amiboshi was just sweet and gentle enough to trick the Suzaku warriors and their priestess, it had to be him!

Not fair, not fair, not fair.

He heard the faint sound of Amiboshi's singing from the bath, though, and that calmed him instantly. This is our last night together for a while. I shouldn't sit here pouting, I should be making the most of it...and I think I know just the way.

Amiboshi returned, still damp from the bath, robe carelessly half-open. Suboshi grinned as his body instantly reacted. This wasn't the first time they'd taken their relationship beyond simple brotherly love; while not a full-blown affair, they'd been each other's first sexual experience and often revisited that one hot, sticky summer night when the mood struck them.

With any luck, Amiboshi would be in the right mood tonight.

"Hey."

"Oh, look, he remembers how to smile. I was wondering about that," Amiboshi teased, sitting down beside him. Suboshi didn't even bother to ease into it, rolling on top of him to kiss him. Amiboshi let out a surprised noise, but gladly returned it. "Something on your mind?"

"I want to make sure I'll be on yours the whole time you're over there," Suboshi murmured, tugging at Amiboshi's robe.

"You know you would be," Amiboshi said, starting to take off Suboshi's shirt, "not that I would object to this." It didn't take long for their clothes to fall in a heap beside the bed; their lips coming together in another fierce kiss, Suboshi groaned as he felt Amiboshi's cock hardening against his thigh. He shifted so that he could grasp Amiboshi, eliciting a groan from his twin as he gave a squeeze.

Their first time, they'd explored each other's bodies so tentatively, pointing out anywhere they might be different save for their symbols, or the tiny mole on Amiboshi's left hip, or the light dusting of freckles on Suboshi's back. By now, Suboshi had every inch of his brother's body committed to memory, so there was no need for such things. His hand worked slowly, even without all the fanfare he still wanted this night to last.

"S-Suboshi-ah! L-let me please you, too..." Amiboshi's hand wrapped around him and they began a clumsy rhythm, rocking against each other, Amiboshi occasionally seeking out a sensitive spot on Suboshi's shoulder to kiss and press his teeth against. It had surprised him the first time his brother bit him; it wasn't hard, but definitely nothing he'd have figured someone so gentle for. And I'm the only one he'll ever show that side to...!

Hotter, faster, rougher, they moved together, Suboshi gripping his twin's shoulder and digging his nails in. Mine, mine...only I get to see you this way, nobody will ever share what I do with you! Right now, in this moment, all his worries and insecurities were nothing. Mine, mine, mine...!

As always, it was hard to tell who came first, he was only aware of the thick, wet heat and Amiboshi's shouts and the electricity pulsing through his veins. He panted, falling atop Amiboshi's chest and snuggling as close as he could.

"Mmm..."

"Good thing our room's all the way at the end of the palace," Amiboshi murmured as he came back, "and that Ashitare sleeps like a log."

"Very good thing. Because I'm not done with you yet, aniki," Suboshi said with a smirk. Amiboshi hugged him close, and Suboshi let a kind of smug warmth spread through him.

Nothing bad's gonna happen to you, no one's gonna take you away from me. Because I'll kill the first person who even tries.