An Emperors' Love of Dragons
Van Donovan
trowa@trowa.com
1999


	One day, Makkura, the Goddess of Makkura Dimention of Darkness, decided to slash two of her
favourite bishonen anime characters.  She opened a dark dimentional portyal in the courtyard
of Konan, where a certain beautiful Emperor was taking an evening stroll.  He was surrounded
by darkness without warning.  Nearby, Chichiri, his friend and monk, witnessed the event.
	"Hotohori!" he cried out as the bishonen vanished into the blackness.
	Hotohori hit a black ground, his long chestnut hair pooling around his chiseled face.  
The entire "room" was eternal blackness with no limits.  No seams, no doors, no walls.  
There was no beginning and there was no end.  He felt himself on the verge of panicking.
Behind him, a flash of light occured, and he spun around in time to see a young Asain man 
appear, weilding a wicked scimitar.  Hotohori put his had on his own katana as well, but
put out his other hand, to show he intended no malice.
	"Who are you?" Wufei demanded, black eyes narrowed.
	Hotohori smiled gently, realizing this boy too was lost like him. "I am Hotohori.
I arrived here unknown to why as well."  He removed the hand on his katana away.  "I mean
you no harm."
	Wufei looked darkly at Hotohori, but after a long moment of hesitation, he resheathed
his sword.  "I am Wufei Chang."  At the finish of his name, the absoulute darknes above
them rumbled like thunder, and large drops of rain began to fall.  Hotohori approached
Wufei slowly, minding the rain.  
	"Where are we?" he asked.  Wufei crossed his arms, looking around the blackness, 
ignoring the rain even as it fell harder and trickled off his nose.  "Are you from Konan?"
He added.  Wufei eyed him oddly, then shook his head.
	"No.  I'm from Colony Five.  But I've lived all over Earth." he answered.
	Hotohori frowned, oddly.  "Earth?"
	Wufei looked at him again, curiously.  "Yes. It's a planet.  Are you from the 
Colonies?"  he asked.
	"A planet?  Another world you mean?" he asked, his breath a little faster, his 
heart a little tighter.
	"Yes, it would be, if you weren't from it . . ." Wufei answered, hesitantly.
	Hotohori's mind raced back to his memories of the Suzaku no Miko, coming to his 
world from another . . . he had always held quite a high place in his heart for her.
	The two finally stood nearer as the rain turned into a downpour.  Wufei, in 
traditional Chinese pants and a short navy tanktop, seemed to look worse off than the
Emperor.  Despite the boys efforts, he was shivering from the cold of the rain.  Hotohori,
Emperor that he was, was bedecked in several layers of warm robes, and thus, he removed one
and offered it to Wufei, moving closer.  "We have no place to go to escape this rain, so 
take this to keep warm." he said, still offering it.  The Chinese boy accepted the the 
robe, but it did liitle to make him warmer.  Before long, both were entirely drenched.
Fortunately, the rain seemed to vanish upon hitting the ground, so no puddles formed
amoung them.
	They sat in silence for awhile, but before long, began to discuss reasons why they
would be taken here.  Wufei dismissed all of Hotohori's theories of blaming Nakago or Tomo
of trapping him in an illusion, saying he was from another world, and Nakago wouldn't know
him, and would have no reason to trap him as well.  Hotohori used the same theory to 
dismiss Wufei's ideas that he was OZ planted.  
	"I can't stand sitting here doing nothing!" Wufei growled as he wiped rainwater from
his eyes.  Hotohori smiled sadly.
	"Shall we walk to see if we can find anyone else?"  With a simple nod the two set
out.  They walked in the perpetual darkness for what seemed hours until the rain stopped and
both were equally exhausted.  Hotohori paused and Wufei turned back to him.  "I'm tired.
We should rest." the Emperor said.
	"This is futile.  There isn't anything here." Wufei yelled.  Hotohori sat down in
sopping wet clothes and sighed.  He looked up when Wufei sneezed.
	"We'll both get sick if we stay inthese wet clothes." Hotohori said.  Wufei glared
at the older man, but nodded, knowing he was right.
	He tossed off the robe Hotohori had given him, and it fell to a wet heap on the
ground.  Hotohori gathered his long wet hair into a ponytail and then began to shead the rest 
of his Royal robes as well.  Soon both men were nude, ignoring one anothers' nakedness, and 
attempting to air dry their clothes.
	Hotohori finished laying his robes out in the best way he could, and looked up to 
see Wufei arranging his clothes, shivering as he moved around wet and nude.  He felt a pang
of sympthay for the boy.  He tossed his long wet hair over his shoulder and approached the 
boy.  Wufei looked up, his eyes for once appering a little more frightened.
	He knelt and put a hand on the boys shoulder.  "I . . .," began Wufei.
	Hotohori could tell the boy was more than just cold, but also scared.  Comfortingly,
"It's alright." he said, comfortingly.  "I'll make sure nothing happens to you."
	Wufei turned to look at him sharply, and Hotohori was surprised by the slight red
flush he saw on the boys cheeks.  He felt his own heart-rate increase.  Suddenly, he was
very aware of just how close they were, and the akward situation they were in.  Wufei 
turned away quickly, his face darkening, showing he obviously had been thinking along the 
same lines as Hotohori.  He sneezed again.
	Hotohori laughed slightly, and Wufei felt a little more relaxed by the sound of the
mans laughter.  He turned and smiled a little.  The two made eye contact and they instantly
slipped into silence.  Both men were experiencing feelings that were foriegn to them, and
neither knew how to react to them.  A few droplettes of water condensed on Wufei's back,
and trickled down his spine.  He reflexively arched his back.  Hotohori's hand traced the
pattern of the fallen raindrop from Wufei's shoulder where his hand was resting, down to
the small of the boys back.  
	The two kept their eyes locked during the exchange and when Hotohori recieved no
negative feedback about the move from the boy, he decided to act on impulse.  Hotohori 
swallowed and leaned closer to Wufei, his heartbeat sounding so loudly in his ears he felt
Wufei could hear it.  He noticed the boys eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.  As he drew
in, Wufei turned towards him slightly, to meet him.  Their lips touched briefly, like a
butterfly to a flower, but Hotohori drew back with a sharp intake of breath.  Wufei's eyes
were wide.
	"I . .  I'm sorry." the Emperor sputtered, moving to stand, his hand off Wufei's
back.  "I'm not . . . really . . . I mean . . ." flushed, he stood.  Wufei turned away,
blushing but then moved to stand as well, angry with himself.  As if the Gods that be were
angry at this move between the two, the ground of blackness began to quake.  Wufei stumbled
backwards first, loosing his balance.  Hotohori stepped forward to brace himself against
the quaking earth.  Wufei flailed his arms as he fell backwards into Hotohori.  Hotohori 
caught the offguard boy and held him until the ground ceased shaking.
	Still, Wufei trembled.
	Hotohori held him a moment longer, unable to deny that he wanted to protect this boy
he just met, wanted to keep him from harm, and do anything to stop his fears.  "Shhh, it's
over.  You're alright." he whispered into the boys ear, and then let him go.
	For several long seconds Wufei didn't move away, and then he turned around slowly,
his hands in front of him, clasped at his chest, his dark eyes looking up at the beautiful
man before him.  Hotohori felt compelled to as he lifted his right hand and put it atop 
Wufei's head, and trailed it down along the boys face.  Wufei's eyes half closed at the
motion, and Hotohori realized the boy was caught up and wanted this too.  He repeated the 
caress again, but this time his fingers stopped at the knot of hair at the back of Wufei's
head where his ponytail joined.  With a skilled hand, Hotohori undid the tie to Wufei's
hair and thus released the boys wet raven locks.  
	His fingers played lightly through Wufei's hair before cupping the boys chin and
raising his face to look at him.  At first, Wufei avoided eye contact, but then he turned to
look at Hotohori.  Hotohori's hand trailed from his face to his shoulders to his hips and 
pulled the boy closer to him, until their bodies were touching.  Wufei oblidged, eventually
putting his hands around Hotohori's neck, crushing the long hair there but not bothering
either of them.
	This time, their kiss was long and intimate.  Before very long, Wufei had played
enough with Hotohori's hair to let it release, and it hung about them like veil.  Their
kiss drew deeper as their mouths opened and their tougnes met and intertwined.  Their bodies
pressed closer together.  Wufei moved to stand on his toes to better reach the man, and 
Hotohori held him strongly, bending to reach him.  They were both caught up in a fiery
passion neither one understood but could only act upon.  They pressed against one another,
feeling one anothers arousals, and every move the other made.  They forgot their predicament,
forgot the cold, and their fears.  There was only them, and this kis, and these feelings.
	When they finally pulled back both were breathing heavier and longing for 
more.  It was with silent consent that the two moved to the ground.  Wufei rested his head
on his hands, his arms behind his head. Hotohori covered him, hair draping around them like
silk, kissing his lips tenderly.  He moved slowly, kissed along his jawline, and then down
to his neck, his hair tickling the the boy as he worked his way along, kissing and sucking
the tender plaes on Wufei's neck, spending extra time at the dip where his neck and shoulders
joined, because Wufei squirmed when he licked him there, and let out a soft gasp which 
Hotohori wanted to elict again.
	Wufei's breath icreased with each gentle touch, his eyes open, staring up into the
blackness above him.  He thought of his own world, and the people he knew and had known 
there.  He tried questioning what he was doing with the gorgeousman, but no matter what his
mind said, he still wanted this to happen.  It was as if some greater force was intervening
and altering his feelings.  He'd never felt such pleasure, and never felt so protected
before.  This Hotohori was almost like himself.  Prideful, strong, but gentle and kind.
	His hips thrust upwards a little as Hotohori's mouth incircled his nipple, gently
teasing the puckered flesh there.  He reached his hand down and placed it on the Emperor's
head, combing his thin fingers through the soft hair that trailed over his body.  Hotohori
had never done anything like this to a man or woman before, but he seemed skilled at it, as
he brought his thumb and index finger up to pinch at Wufei's other nipple.  The boy squirmed
in pleasure, his buttock flexing and unflexing.  Hotohori continued his way down, kissing
feather soft on the boys lithe hard frame.
	The Emperor reached his bellybutton, and licked around it slowly, his hands trailing
up and down the boys thighs, still damp from the recent rain.  He could feel Wufei's tension
rising as he worked his way down lower, and felt his own excitment build in him at the 
love-making.  He slipped his hands to the inside of Wufei's legs, and caressed his thighs
lightly, as he worked his way back up to the boys mouth.  The child beneath him fixed his
eyes on him when they were level again.  Hotohori stopped his movements short at the boys
gaze, but then resumed when Wufei reached up, and pulled him down for a fierce kiss by the 
hair.  At that moment, Hotohori slipped his hand between the boys legs, and soon both were 
lost in the black void, caught up in a long night of love-making.  A night neither would
ever forget.
	Dawn came the morning after, and Wufei awoke with his head nestled in Hotohori's
arms, his right ear against the Emperors chest. They were both covered by the Emperor's
now-dry hair.  He found himself smiling at the sleeping man beneath him and leaned over
him.  His own black hair hung freely around him, touching the Emperors face as he bend to
awake his sleeping Prince with a few soft kisses.  Golden eyes soon opened to look up into
ebony ones, but as they moved to sit up together, they realized their black room of nothing
had transformed into not only a bed but a gorgeous adorn room, complete with sunlight
streaming in.  Hotohori's eyes opened wide as Wufei looked around perplexed.  He thought the
interior of this place was like it was taken from a book on ancient China.  
	"Where are we?" the boy asked, quietly, not minding Hotohori's arm as it slipped 
around his middle under their covers.
	"My room!" he breathed, holding to Wufei, as if to make sure he was real and not
an illusion.  He exhaled sharply.  Wufei was alarmed for some reason. He sensed someone
approaching.
	As if on cue, a rapping sounded on his door, and an urgent and surprised voice 
sounded.  "Your . . . Your Majesty!?  Are you in there?!" it was one of Hotohori's many
personal guards.  Wufei's eyes widened slightly.
	"'Majesty'?" he questioned, aloud.  Hotohori pulled back from Wufei slightly, his 
eyes wide, but before he could reply, a voice was heard outside, down the hall.  It wasn't
friendly sounding, and was loud, and familiar.
	"In bed with a girl?! Are you SURE you looked in the right room?!" Nuriko shrieked,
as heavy feet pounded on the walkway outside.
	"Aaah.  No!! YES I mean! I mean, I'm not sure, he . . . was he's in there now!  I
think he just wok--, oh no! You can't go in the--!" but the guard was cut short as Nuriko
used his mighty strenght to knock the door down.  Hotohori forced as smile at the purple
haired wraith now standing in his bedroom.  Wufei glared and pulled the covers up to his
chest.
	"Hotohori," he whipsered, leaning toward the Emperor, eyes focused on Nuriko with
a venom. "who is she?"
	"DON'T get too familiar with him!" Nuriko shouted, pushing up a sleeve.  Wufei 
fixed Nuriko with a look that could kill.
	"I believe I already -have-." he replied, with a significant tone of pride in his
voice.  Nuriko almost looked like he had been slapped, and took a step backwards.
	"That . . . that voice!" he exclaimed.  "You're a man!" he cried.
	"Like Hell I am!" Wufei agreed, angrily, letting the blankets drop to reveal his
manly, well-formed chest.
	Nuriko's eyes widen, and then welled up.  He focused his gaze on Hotohori, with a
pleading look.  "HOTOHORI!" he cried, the tears streaming now.  He turned and fled through the 
open doorway, running blindly.
	Hotohori's heart wrenched, and he moved to get out of bed, to chase Nuriko down.
	"Hotohori! Your pants!" Wufei shouted, as a reminder.  Hotohori flung a robe on and
fastened it as he raced outside after the path of destruction Nuriko had left.  Before long
Wufei had thrown on some of Hotohori's clothes, his own no where in sight, and hurried 
after the Emperor, starting to regret his words.
	Hotohori found Nuriko sobbing amoung some garden flowers.  He approached cautiously,
and rested a hand on Nuriko's shoulder, kneeling beside him.  "How . . . how could you?" 
Nuriko sobbed.  
	Hotohori didn't know.  He wasn't sure why he had done what he had with Wufei, 
but he didn't regret it. He didn't love that boy though.  He didn't love Nuriko either.  
All he could think of to say was: "Nuriko . . . I'm sorry."  
	Wufei arrived then and stood off aways, watching the two.  "I . . .," Nuriko 
faltered, getting to his knees.  He could've accepted Hotohori falling in love and sleeping
with a woman.  But not with another man.  It was tearing him apart.  Hotohori stood, as did
Nuriko.  The crossdressing man fixed his gaze on the Emperor, and then slapped him hard.
"I hate you!" he shouted and stared at him another second longer, before running off again.
	Hotohori put a hand to his stinging cheek and didn't notice Wufei's approach until
he felt the boys soft hand on his chest, and hear his voice quietly saying: "Let me see it.
She has quite a temper." then, he paused as Hotohori revealed the red handprint on his
cheek.  "Your wife?" he cooly asked, raising an eyebrow, and keeping his eyes on the
Emperor's cheek and not his eyes.  He steeled himself for the worst, not sure why he would
be angry.  He'd only just met this man . . . but he knew he respected Hotohori, and respect
was big for Wufei.  He didn't mind having had sex with another man, but if the other man
was married . . . then it was unforgiveable.
	Hotohori shook his head negatively.  "No.  He is a good friend." he answered, as 
Wufei arched an eyebrow.
	"'He'?" he asked, and took a step back from the Emperor.
	Hotohori sighed audibly.  "Nuriko is an important person in my life.  He has helped
me and my commrades in many ways.  Also . . .," he paused, looking down at Wufei's concerned
face, the boy looking younger and more innocence with his hairblowing lightly in the 
afternoon breeze.  "He loves me.  He has always.  But . . . I don't love him." he finished.
	"Nor me." Wufei stated, but not coldly, just matter-of-factly.
	Hotohori averted his eyes, looking away.  "Wufei . . . I don't pretend to understand
what happened last night.  How we arrived where we did, or why you came back with me this
morning.  I don't regret it either." he swallowed, carefully thinking of his words before
saying them.  "What happened between us was unintentional." he added, and Wufei nodded a 
little, as if in agreement.  He did truly feel the same way, but even so, he couldn't forget
how wonderful he'd felt, not only during the lovemaking, but in just being held, and holding
Hotohori in the night afterwards, basking in the afterglow, each other warming the others
body.  Hotohori had given him a wonderful feeling.
	"Ah! Emperor Hotohori no da!" called a familiar voice that bordered on frightened.
"You're back no da!!!"
	Wufei blinked at the title again, and addressed Hotohori, while Chichiri arrived.
"'Emperor Hotohori'?" Wufei demanded.  "You're an Emperor?"
	Hotohori averted his eyes again from Wufei as Chichiri approached.  The monk looked
like he was worried, and rightly so, as he'd seen his Emperor vanished the day before into
a black void.  He eyed Wufei warily.  "Emperor! What happened to you no da?!  I saw you
vanish yesterday, but even my magic couldn't trace you no da.  And now, you mysteriously
reappear in your bed with him nan no da?" he questioned with a glance to Wufei.
	"My name is Chang Wufei." Wufei proudly stated rather boldly.  "Is this man an 
Emperor?" he demanded of the monk.  Chichiri looked at him rather flabberghastedly.
	"Of all of Konan no da." he dumbly replied.
	"Why did you not tell me!?" Wufei shouted, rounding on Hotohori.  The Emperor took
a step backwards.
	"At the time, it seemed unnecessary." he replied truthfully.  Wufei took a deep 
breath and exhaled it.  "I didn't mean to decive you."
	"What happened?" Chichiri asked.  "I saw Nuriko just run from here crying, but he
refused to stop and tell me what happened no da."
	Hotohori shook his head.  "I'm not sure myself." and he began to retell the story of
his troubles in the Makkura Dimention to the monk.

	In a chair in the digital skyways, the Goddess Makkura let out a peal of laughter,
purely for amusement.  "O-hohohohohohoho!!!"

Owari
-Van