Dirty Laundry

Manga / anime: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing: Muraki x Tsuzuki

by Lyrebird and Demonprist
Lyrebird's Notes: This is based on a rp that went wrong...or right, depending on your view. Thanks to Gengkotsuya for her comments: she's warned about some OOC elements. Maybe ;)
DP's Notes: What she said. :D Fun for everyone! cackles maniacally
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Tsuzuki, you IDIOT!" Whenever this harsh accusation was made, Tsuzuki Asato usually did one of two things: smile sheepishly at his accuser and apologize, or ignore the insult as he went on his merry way. Tonight he made an exception as he shoved Hisoka aside with one hand and waved his other hand - clutching a fuda for protection - at the demon that was currently trying to prove Hisoka right.
"Um, Hisoka, can we talk about this later? I'm kinda busy right now!"
"Now is as good a time as any since you don't listen to me otherwise!"
Tsuzuki felt something shoved into his free hand - the french fries he'd asked Hisoka to hold for him while he went inside the warehouse to investigate. He stuffed them into a pocket of his coat, paying no mind to Hisoka's blistering diatribe.
"How many times have I told you never ever to go on decoy missions! You said you'd only be gone five minutes tops and I find you playing around with him!"
The 'him' in question stood off to one side, chuckling nastily at their predicament. "You're off your turf, bouya. These are adult games, by invitation only. No children allowed. Isn't it past your bedtime?"
Hisoka gave Muraki his best drop-dead glare and pointed his gun at him. "How would you like to sew up that fat mouth of yours after I put a bullet through it, Doctor Demento?"
Muraki's visible eye narrowed. He'd almost forgotten what a rude little brat his doll could be. "How would you like a nice glass of shut the hell up, boy? Or do you want extra curses to go with those fries?"
Barely had he finished speaking then the normally-invisible marks on Hisoka's skin began to glow a discomforting red. Hisoka winced and snarled something to the effect of wishing several generations' worth of pox on the Muraki lineage.
Muraki ignored him and turned to focus on Tsuzuki, who was holding a standoff with the demon responsible for instigating the Shinigamis' latest case. Several souls had been reported missing from the Kisekai, and Tsuzuki and Hisoka had been assigned to track them down. The demon - a foul, odoriferous bloat - had been swallowing them up in its belly as it preyed upon the area. It was a lower-level demon that derived power from the souls it devoured - the souls could be freed once the demon was destroyed - but as Tsuzuki was coming to learn, it was an adaptable beast that wasn't about to be defeated so easily.
Muraki kept well off to the side; with his formidable talents he was confident of his own safety, but he preferred not to risk becoming something else's dinner by getting in the way. He had come across them by chance on his way home from visiting a housebound patient. Watching Tsuzuki in action was an opportunity too good to miss.
Tsuzuki moved like a dancer, displaying a rare confidence that was seldom seen by most. He parried the demon's advances and counter with fuda attacks, herding it into a corner, those beautiful violet eyes steadily focused on a clear goal. The ragged tears in the tail ends of Tsuzuki's trenchcoat lent ample testimony to the fact that this demon wasn't picky about munching on stray souls, Shinigamis, or mortals, but Tsuzuki's fearless courage took Muraki's breath away. Here was Tsuzuki in his true element - power - and it made Muraki long to possess him all the more. Such strength of will...small wonder that his lovely body had refused even to the end to succumb to death.
"Hisoka! Use the reibaku!" Tsuzuki called out to his partner, eyes never leaving the frustrated demon's face as he held steady with a fuda offensive.
It was interesting, Muraki decided, how those two worked together. Despite their bickering, they covered for each other's weaknesses to present a united front when faced with adversity. And yet, it was their partnership that made them even more vulnerable as each risked his existence needlessly for the other. Perhaps instead of separating them, it might be better to keep them both together...but for now, it was best to concentrate on Tsuzuki, for where he went, so too would the boy follow. It was a comforting thought to know that he had claim on both these lovely beauties.
The demon belched and moved in on Tsuzuki, who distracted it while Hisoka began the binding spell. Tsuzuki feinted to the left and, when the demon followed, he quickly shifted to the right and hurled a fuda at it.
The demon shrieked and clawed at the offending item, but the small piece of paper clung to the bulging side of the demon's gut like velcro. The spell it carried popped and sizzled with energy bolts, infuriating the beast but causing no serious injury. With its attention occupied, Hisoka was free to run through his chant and loosen the reibaku at it.
Grinning, Tsuzuki pumped a fist in the air - now all they needed to do was administer the banishing spell to release the souls and return the stray demon to whatever dimension it had come from.
Muraki smiled when he saw the dangerous glint in Tsuzuki's eyes; the Shinigami could deny it all he liked but there was no hiding the truth that Tsuzuki was born for the exercising of power.
Wait, what was that barreling towards - him...!
Crazed with pain from the sizzling energy bolts, the thrashing demon chose to direct its impulsive rage towards the first thing its yellow gaze had landed on…and it was charging Muraki's way.
"Serves you right for wearing white all the time!" Hisoka yelled.
"How unfortunate," Muraki remarked, somewhat sourly, to no one in particular. He wound his coat about his body and threw up a defensive barrier spell around himself.
"Muraki!" Tsuzuki broke into a run, his coat flying around him. "Move, you idiot! Get out of the way!"
Hisoka fumed as his reibaku attack sail past its intended target and smash uselessly into the opposite wall of the warehouse. Not that he would have minded Muraki getting the brunt of the demon's fury, but now this was going to make their job harder.
Tsuzuki charged towards the demon. "Hey, you're going the wrong way! We're over here!"
The demon charged into the barrier Muraki erected around himself. But instead of shattering it, as Tsuzuki feared, the demon bounced off it and ricocheted back towards him.
Tsuzuki yelped and scrambled out of the way. Obviously, fat rubbery demons and solid surfaces did not mix. The mass of screeching foulness dragged its claws on the concrete floor as it skidded past him - heading straight for Hisoka.
"Hisoka! Watch out!"
A hand grabbed Tsuzuki's shoulder. "Really, are all your cases this...interesting?"
Tsuzuki glared. Muraki was beside him, so close he could feel his breath against his neck.
"May I?" Muraki gestured at the scene before them. A powerful energy bolt crackled from his hand to fill the space between the demon and Hisoka. "It wouldn't do to let my favorites be damaged, of course."
Tsuzuki shook off his hand. "Don't do my job for me." He marched off to confront the startled demon. "Stay back and don't draw attention to yourself!"
"Why, Tsuzuki-san, are you worried about me?" Muraki cooed. But he did as ordered and moved away from the battleground, much to Tsuzuki's relief.
"We should have used him as bait," Hisoka said disgustedly as the demon regained its senses and prepared to charge them once more. "Would've gotten rid of Muraki and given this ratbag severe indigestion at the same time."
"You know we can't do that." Tsuzuki fished through a pocket of his coat for another fuda. "I'll try to lead it off again. As soon as its back is turned, hit it with another reibaku."
The demon, however, had other ideas. Having been fooled once, it was not about to fall for the same trap a second time. It stalked Tsuzuki warily, keeping an eye on his movements while refusing to turn its back completely on Hisoka. Even when Tsuzuki left himself wide open for several easy shots, the demon still did not take the bait, but continued to track each Shinigami's actions.
"Dammit," Hisoka cursed under his breath. "This isn't working, Tsuzuki!"
"Hang on, hang on, I'm thinking," Tsuzuki said, gnawing his lower lip in such a way that stirred the hunger in Muraki's blood. Tsuzuki was a delightful mix of contradictions - one moment defiant and proud, the next hesitant and unsure.
"Perhaps I might be of assistance. It can't very well track three of us at once."
"Absolutely not!" Tsuzuki and Hisoka shouted in unison.
"At the rate you're going, it will be Christmas in Meifu before you manage to capture that creature. The more power you have at your disposal, the better chance you stand of succeeding in your mission and keeping the damage to a minimum, ne?"
Tsuzuki frowned. Much as he hated to admit it, Muraki had a point. The demon had given them enough trouble tonight, and Tatsumi wasn't going to be pleased about the damages bill. He glanced at his partner. "Hisoka?"
"Forget it. It's his fault we're in this mess to begin with."
"How easy it is to assign blame when you are so assured of your own supremacy," Muraki replied in razored tones. "Perhaps if you had paid more attention to certain details you might not find yourself having to choose between the lesser of two evils, boy."
"You arrogant bas-"
"LOOK OUT!"
Having settled on its prey, the demon decided to take advantage of their inattention. He lunged at Tsuzuki with jaws agape. Tsuzuki cursed and stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding a chomp on his midsection. The demon spun around lightning-quick and snapped at him again, this time hooking its teeth in the tails of his trenchcoat. Tsuzuki found himself being dragged along the floor as the demon reeled him in.
"Tsuzuki!" Hisoka trained his pistol on the demon but couldn't get a clear enough shot. Tsuzuki was wriggling around too much trying to free himself.
"Never mind me! Shoot it!" Tsuzuki shouted as he was tossed by his coattails into the air and flipped about like a toy - right over the demon's gaping jaws.
Hisoka frantically tried to line up a decent shot, one that would do the most damage and spare his partner from becoming the demon's next meal.
A hand clamped down on the barrel and pushed it away. "Let a professional handle this, bouya."
"Creep! What do you think you're doing!" Hisoka hissed and shoved Muraki hard. Even so, the doctor merely swayed a little on his feet before regaining his balance. He gave a haughty little sniff and flicked his fingers at Hisoka.
"Bullets won't stop that thing. Besides, you may hit Tsuzuki-san, and you don't want to do that, do you?"
"We're Shinigami - we can take it. You, on the other hand-" Hisoka gave Muraki a nasty glare and hefted his gun once more.
Muraki wasn't the least bit intimidated. "I believe it was your partner who explicitly stated that he wanted no further damage to anything or anyone. That, I would presume, includes me. Unless you'd like to waste further time arguing-" He cast a glance at the thrashing Tsuzuki, who dangled by his coattails from the demon's lower jaw as it tried repeatedly to flip him into its mouth. "-I suggest you stand down and allow me to offer my considerable assistance."
The tension crackled in the air between them for a few seconds. Much as he hated to admit it, Hisoka knew the jerk was right: they needed help and Muraki was the only one around with power to spare. "Don't screw it up," he spat, reholstering his weapon.
Muraki chuckled and added insult to injury by ruffling Hisoka's hair, a gesture that was met with a snarl and swipe of a hand. "Oh, ye of little faith, bouya." He turned to assess the current situation.
Tsuzuki was kicking, punching, clawing, doing whatever he could to stave off the demon's jaws every time it tried to toss him into its maw. So far he'd remained successful in avoiding dinnertime, but the demon was persistent. It smelled an energy feast and it wanted it bad. Its tongue slithered out and wound around Tsuzuki, cradling him in its lumpy mass as it propelled him into the last place he wanted to be.
"NO!"
He expected to feel hot pain slicing through his torso when the demon's teeth chewed him to pieces; he was prepared to choke on the foul streams of drool that copiously adorned its inner recesses. So the sudden thud against a solid barrier was a shocking but welcome surprise. He blinked, realizing that an invisible something was keeping him from becoming food.
Muraki.
The doctor nodded with satisfaction as the demon, frustrated yet again in its attempts at open dining, bellowed as it futilely tried to snap its jaws shut around its prize. His spell cast an invisible barrier extending to the perimeter of the demon's mouth, blocking Tsuzuki from entry. However, Tsuzuki was still caught on its lower jaw, and the tongue wrapped around him prevented his escape.
Muraki was not deterred. He walked right up to the tantrum-pitching demon with a flash of silver that hadn't been in his hand moments before. Two quick slashes of a scalpel, and Tsuzuki's coat was free. Another slash, and the tongue instantly recoiled, dropping Tsuzuki to the ground.
"That's much better, ne?"
"Muraki, you fool! Move it!" Tsuzuki grabbed him and flung them both out of the way - just as the demon's fist came smashing down on the spot where they'd been standing. It shrieked a deafening cacophony of rage as it nursed its injured tongue.
They landed on the ground a few feet away, Tsuzuki lying half on top of Muraki. "Your concern for my welfare is really quite touching, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki graced him with a beaming smile. "But I can assure you, I'm all right."
"Shut up! I told you to stay out of the way!" Tsuzuki looked up as loud gunfire echoed in the warehouse. To his horror, Hisoka was emptying his pistol into the demon's face, further enraging it. "Hisoka! No! Get away from it!"
"You're just adorable when you're upset," Muraki laughed, reaching up to stroke Tsuzuki's cheek.
Tsuzuki flinched. "I can't believe you're even thinking that at a time like this!"
"One should always try to find the positive in a bad situation, ne?"
Face hot with indignant outrage, Tsuzuki didn't bother responding: he would deal with the lunatic later. He rolled off of Muraki and scrambled to help Hisoka.
Hisoka was not impressed by his frantic concern. "I'm fine, you idiot! One of us has to take care of business while you tumble with your boyfriend." Hisoka pointed with his gun at the squalling demon. "It can't stalk us if it can't see us, right? So get busy and zap it with the containment spell!"
Even as the last of the words left Hisoka's lips, Tsuzuki obeyed, yanking out the necessary fuda paper and assuming a spellcaster's stance. He'd almost gotten through the recital when the entire building shuddered from a tremendous roar.
The injured demon had been cradling its bullet-blasted face with its meaty paws. Now it drew those paws back to reveal pools of curdling flesh that steamed from its multiple wounds. It screamed once more with rage - and flung itself headlong at its attackers. Apparently it figured that if it was going down, it was going to take them with it.
Everything happened much too fast. Tsuzuki rushed through the ending of his spell, loosed it, saw Hisoka run through the sequence of the reibaku faster than he'd ever thought possible, watched that spell collide into the creature a second after his own. A blinding burst of white light swallowed everyone. Then came the rain - a slick and soggy mess of splattered demon flesh, the stench of it ungodly enough to kill even the dead.
"GROSS!" yelled Hisoka as he tried in vain to duck an incoming blob of God-only-knew-what. It slammed into the side of his head and sent him sprawling unconscious across the floor.
Grimacing at the slop that pelted him, Tsuzuki stumbled across the gooey floor to get to Hisoka. Off to one side, a rather bemused-looking Muraki brushed a stringy piece of intestine from his sodden arm.
Tsuzuki quelled his impulse to pursue Muraki. He needed to make sure Hisoka was all right. Determining that his partner had suffered nothing worse than concussion, Tsuzuki scooped him up and took him back to Meifu.
In the infirmary, Watari looked up in surprise to see his two bedraggled friends appear before him. "Hey, how'd the-"
"Hisoka took a blow to the head. He's okay, but I need you to look after him while I finish the job," Tsuzuki said, sounding far calmer than he felt. He brushed Watari aside when the other tried to inspect him for damage as well. "I'm fine. I just have to track down one more stray."
Watari took Hisoka from his arms and peered at him. "Ooh, that's gonna hurt when he comes to," he remarked. "Got a troublemaker, eh?"
"You have no idea," Tsuzuki muttered as he began to vanish before him.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Much as he wanted to, Tsuzuki wasn't able to immediately search out Muraki - duty called, first and foremost. He spent ten minutes rounding up all the souls that the demon had eaten - thankfully not a difficult task, since most of them were too stunned by their sudden freedom to wander much further than the immediate area - then used a summons spell to send them to the appropriate checkpoints where they would receive their respective judgments. That chore done, Tsuzuki resolutely ignored the voice of reason and set off in search of Muraki. No way was he going to let the dear doctor waltz off thinking he could freely interfere with Shinigami work any time he felt like it.
He created and sent off several winged messengers - one of the bird-spirits was bound to spot his prey sooner or later. When it did, it streaked to Tsuzuki with a sharp trill, and he ran after it down a nearby street. Sure enough, there was Muraki - shoulders hunched, hands deep in the pockets of his trenchcoat. Like Tsuzuki, his clothes were splattered with demon-muck, but the stains looked ten times worse on the white fabric.
"Muraki!"
Muraki straightened, then turned. A smile transformed his handsome features. "Tsuzuki-san! Shall we walk? It's such a nice evening, don't you-"
"Put a sock in it!" Tsuzuki ran to catch up with the doctor. "What did I tell you about staying out my way while I'm working? Didn't I warn you NOT to draw attention to yourself?"
"Calm down, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki waited until Tsuzuki caught up, then moved into a steady pace. "I did as you requested. I did not do anything to attract that creature's attention. In fact, I do believe you owe me a thank you for offering my invaluable assistance."
Tsuzuki's jaw flopped and spasmed like a fish's out of water. "You - I owe - you think - thanks!" Purple eyes shot daggers at the doctor. "I don't owe you squat, you arrogant-"
Muraki spun around and kissed him, quick and hard. "You're so beautiful when you're angry," he murmured. "But really, Tsuzuki-san, you should practice a more moderate temperament. A constantly tense personality often sets one up for later health problems."
"I'm tense because you're such a pain in the ass! You don't do what you're told to and you never take anything seriously! That demon could have trampled you in a heartbeat!"
Muraki favored him with a pleased smile. "So you do care about me."
"I - NO, that isn't the POINT!" Tsuzuki raked a hand through his hair and was disgusted to find it coated with slime. "You deliberately disobeyed me and meddled in MY job! MY job, not yours! I'll be lucky if that tight-assed Tatsumi doesn't hit my check for all the damage you caused in that warehouse!"
Muraki frowned. "I did not damage anything. The demon was responsible for that."
"And you were responsible for pissing it off!"
"No, your errant partner was the one who angered it. He shot at it even after I told him not to because of your order."
"My order?"
"Did you not say that you wished no harm to come to anything or anyone? I was merely looking out for your interests, Tsuzuki-san."
Tsuzuki shot him a withering glare. "Dry that one out and you could fertilize half the countryside with it."
"Must you be so crude? I have not done anything to warrant such rudeness, have I?"
"Where on the list should I start?"
Muraki looked rather miffed by that remark. He turned away and began walking in another direction.
"Hey! I wasn't finished talking to you!"
"There is no point in further discussion if you intend to be so rude," Muraki said, rather sulkily. "Especially after I took time out of my own busy schedule to help you and put myself at risk." He pointedly ignored Tsuzuki's glare and continued walking. "And to think that your department places such a high importance on manners! Why, I'm tempted to take up a report with your superiors. That shadow-user secretary - what's his name? Tatsumi-san. I'm sure he'd be very interested in hearing how his pet employee almost bungled a case because he was so intent on harassing a helpful mortal."
"Ha! Go right ahead. Like Tatsumi would even let you finish one sentence before he'd rip you apart."
"Oh, he'd listen, I'm sure. He'd listen if I told him about the monetary damages involved and offered him a nice check to cover those expenses. We both know that I am quite capable of financing such means."
Tsuzuki stopped in his tracks. This was the last thing he needed. "You're bluffing."
Muraki said nothing - only smiled in that infuriatingly enigmatic way of his, and headed towards an apartment complex.
Tsuzuki followed. "Tatsumi would never take money from you, no matter how much he loves the stuff," he insisted, hoping he sounded more sure of himself than he was. "He hates you more than he loves money."
"Whatever you say, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki replied blandly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to refresh myself. It's been a most busy evening, ne?" He entered the nearest building and went to the elevator.
Tsuzuki stayed right on his heels as he followed him inside. "You're crazy if you think tattling to Tatsumi will solve anything. He'll just slice you up with his shadows."
"He has to catch me first. I take this to mean that you are still concerned for my welfare?" Muraki gave him a cool smile. "I suppose I can't stay too piqued at you for long, Tsuzuki-san. You really are such a darling, always worrying about me."
"You can take a long walk off a short pier for all I care. I just want to spare my own hide from the extra workload it'll cost me."
"Well, then, you should have thought of that before you were so rude to me. Your meager attempts at kiss-and-make-up only go so far." The elevator doors slid open at the top floor, and Muraki walked out.
Tsuzuki cursed and chased after him. "Muraki!"
Muraki glided down the hall towards his suite. Damn him - he somehow managed to look dignified and elegant even while plastered with goo. Tsuzuki was glad there was no one else around, or else he'd surely be kicked out by security.
Muraki took out a key and let himself in. Tsuzuki quickly slid in after him.
"Really, Tsuzuki-san, it's rather rude to enter someone's home without being invited," Muraki said, raising an eyebrow. He cast a critical eye over Tsuzuki's muck-splattered hair, coat, trousers and shoes. "Especially considering your current state-"
"Don't pretend you're not thrilled to have me around. I haven't finished with you yet, and I'm not stinking up my place with this goop."
Muraki's lips twisted in a wry smile. "Touche. Very well, I suppose I could offer you the courtesy of cleaning up while you're here. Might I get you some refreshment? A drink, perhaps?"
"So that you can spike it? I'll pass." Tsuzuki noticed several doors leading off a corridor.
Muraki's lips formed a sensuous pout. "Now why would I do a thing like that? Especially since you make such an effort to visit me tonight. You know," Muraki said, tapping a finger against his cheek, "if I weren't so fond of you, I'd ask your department to reimburse me for the dry-cleaning charges I'm sure my next laundry trip will incur." He paused and tilted his head as he watched Tsuzuki wander down the corridor, as curious as a cat inspecting new surroundings. "Perhaps I will do that..."
Tsuzuki chuckled to himself. "Good luck trying to squeeze anything out of those tightwads. I can't even get them to give me a decent meal allowance." He poked his head inside one of the rooms and looked around.
"Poor starving Tsuzuki-san, always denying your appetites. You should let me satisfy your needs. I understand the hunger you carry inside."
"Really?" Tsuzuki looked at him over his shoulder. "You think you know what I need?"
"Yes. And I can give it to you. All you need to do is ask."
Such arrogance. Tsuzuki was amused in spite of himself. So he pivoted around, his muddy and torn black trenchcoat flaring about him. "No one has ever made me such a generous offer before." He looked Muraki over, pretending to consider his options. "I'm half-tempted to take you up on it."
"Why only be half-tempted when you can go all the way?" Muraki took a step closer and lifted Tsuzuki's chin. "There's no need to be ashamed with me, Tsuzuki-san."
"You're right, Muraki." Violet eyes met silver. "I do have one need you can satisfy."
"I knew it." Muraki lowered his head, lips parted. "Tell me," he murmured.
Tsuzuki couldn't look away. This close, he could see the luminous depths of Muraki's visible eye, a shimmering of liquid silver. He could see the dusting of silver lashes, the arch of a slender brow that framed his eye. He could feel the warmth of Muraki's breath. Even covered in demon-muck and smelling like a sewer, Muraki was the most fascinating and frustrating man he'd ever met.
Tsuzuki slid his hands to Muraki's shoulders, then yanked the lapels of a muck-encrusted coat so they were nose-to-nose. "Tell me where your bathroom is so I can clean this crap off me."
Muraki blinked, then recovered his aplomb to chuckle. "Tsuzuki-san, you're even cute when you're demanding. The bathroom is the second door to the left behind you. Would you like any extra towels or a robe, perhaps?"
"I'm fine." Tsuzuki was already halfway into the room. He planted a firm hand on the door to prevent Muraki following him inside. "I know how to wash and dress myself," he said pointedly and shut the door in Muraki's face.
"Of course. Do feel free to help yourself to anything that you might require for your bathing."
"Believe me, I will," a muffled voice replied. A latch clicked, securing the door in place.
Muraki stared at the closed bathroom door, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
Tsuzuki was here in his apartment taking off his clothes - if the sounds behind the door were any indication.
How surreal. How odd.
How delightful.
So what if a locked door stood between them? Did Tsuzuki really think such a flimsy barrier would keep him out? Surely not.
Then…perhaps this was a test. Or a game.
Muraki smiled. He loved playing games...especially with Tsuzuki.
He returned to his bedroom to strip off his own soiled clothing. Leaving the garments in a hamper (and making a mental note to bag them up later, as the demon's stench was extremely unpleasant!), Muraki went to the nightstand, removed a small key, then returned to the bathroom.
Tsuzuki was still in the shower. Good. Muraki's smile widened as he carefully jimmied the latch free. He opened the door and went inside.
At first he couldn't see amid the clouds of rising steam; the instantaneous fogging of his glasses left him in a white-out. He removed them - his glasses were strictly for show anyway - and laid them on the countertop. Then he turned to the stall.
Tsuzuki.
Behind the glass screen stood a perfect vision of raw nature: Tsuzuki naked and wet, his eyes closed in a semblance of near-ecstasy as the water massaged his skin. Lean muscles flexed and drew currents of water down valleys and crevices as Tsuzuki turned, bit by bit, to let the water purify his body if not his soul. As if his body could be any more pure than it already was.
Muraki felt his own 'need' stir instantly in response to the delectable sight. He drew back the stall door.
Tsuzuki whirled around. "Muraki! What are you doing here?"
Muraki's gaze roamed every inch of glistening wet flesh he could see. "I should be asking that question of you." He looked at Tsuzuki's face, one brow raised. "Did you expect me to wait outside like a gentlemanly fool?"
Tsuzuki flicked wet hair off his face. "I'm here to take a shower, not perform the dance of the seven towels-"
"What a coincidence. So am I." Muraki entered the stall.
"Muraki..." Tsuzuki muttered, but he quickly moved to the other corner of the stall. Clothed or unclothed, Muraki was major trouble.
"It will save time and water if we share," Muraki pointed out. He leaned against one corner and ran a careless hand through his silver hair. "I could even wash your back for you, if you'd like..."
Tsuzuki snorted and folded his arms. "I'm sure you'd love that."
"Of course. And so will you." Through the hazy steam rising from the spray of warm water, Muraki's visible grey eye glinted like steel. "There's no need to play the shy maiden with me, Tsuzuki-san. This is the entire reason you're here, ne? So why don't we put aside this tiresome pretence and play a new game - a game between equals who know what they want, and aren't afraid to gamble everything for it." His voice was low and intimate, and it sent shivers up Tsuzuki's spine. "When was the last time you went after something you really wanted?"
Tsuzuki blinked, then lowered his head. His overlong black hair fell into his eyes. "Am I so easy to read?"
"Pitifully so, but it's part of your charm." Muraki reached for the soap and a washcloth, and began to wash himself. He moved to the center of the shower stall, allowing the water to drench his skin as he turned and stretched beneath the spray.
Tsuzuki didn't move or look away. He simply allowed his gaze to follow the path of the water as it sluiced down planes and angles as pale as alabaster, drinking in the vision of Muraki nude before him, unselfconscious in his ablutions. Such a lack of modesty amazed him, but with a physique so lean and muscular and graceful, Muraki had reason for his vanity.
Muraki bent his head to wash his nape under the shower, then threw his head back. His silver hair flew through the air, splashing Tsuzuki with droplets.
"Show off."
Muraki cast him a sidelong look from beneath his lashes, slanted silver eyes sparkling. "And you're enjoying every minute." He moved away, placing a respectable distance between them. "You work so hard as a Shinigami. Surely you deserve some time to unwind and relax...and indulge in more pleasurable pursuits." He lowered his gaze, and his damp hair fell over his face.
Tsuzuki tried to avoid staring at the way the soapy cloth moved in lazy circles across Muraki's bare skin. "I indulge all the time. Just ask my friends."
"Well, if your appetite is so demanding, I'm sure I can find something to occupy that insatiable mouth of yours."
Tsuzuki looked up, violet eyes narrowed to slits.
Muraki turned around. He looked coyly over one shoulder. "Tsuzuki-san...would you mind helping me with my back?" He held out his washcloth.
Tsuzuki didn't move from his corner. He eyed the washcloth as if it disgusted him.
Muraki arched one brow, and his lips twisted in knowing amusement. But he still held out the cloth.
When was the last time you went after something you really wanted?
Muraki wasn't referring to delicious food or luxurious hotel rooms, and they both knew it.
Wordlessly Tsuzuki took the cloth and soaped up Muraki's back.
The doctor's powerful shoulders flexed and rolled beneath his touch. "Mmm...thank you. Ahh, right there - yes, that's it," Muraki's eyes closed in bliss as Tsuzuki's cloth-sheathed fingernails dug into his skin and scratched lightly between his shoulder blades and along his spine.
"Better?" Tsuzuki muttered tersely.
"Yes. Thank you."
Tsuzuki gave him back his cloth, then doused himself under the spray. He spotted a stray bit of goop clinging to his hip and lowered his hand to remove it.
"Let me help you with that." Muraki lifted the cloth to wipe it away.
Tsuzuki started to protest, but Muraki's hands enfolded him with sure, easy strokes, and the stuff rinsed cleanly away. Tsuzuki shuddered as the warm water gently massaged his skin; with Muraki squeezing his hip through the washcloth, it was like a paradise of sensation. A paradise he couldn't afford to indulge in...
"Don't close your eyes." Muraki gripped his shoulders and turned him around so they face each other. "Look at me. Only me." He bent his head to trail slow kisses along Tsuzuki's chest, his lips sliding to caress the soft skin surrounding his nipples. "Tsuzuki-san," he murmured, lifting his head to nuzzle gently at the other's lips. "Focus on me. Focus on what you're feeling right now. Isn't this nice - to be touched the way you've longed for all this time?"
"I haven't..." But Tsuzuki knew he was fighting a losing battle. It had indeed been far too long since anyone had touched him like this, and it felt better than Tsuzuki wanted to admit. Amethyst eyes stared into mismatched silver ones. "You're always so insistent that I have some deep-seated longing for you. Are you sure it isn't just wishful thinking that stems from how much you want me?"
Muraki lifted one brow and arched his hips to rub suggestively against Tsuzuki's body. "I'm not the one in denial, Tsuzuki-san."
"Ahh..." Tsuzuki trembled as Muraki's erection brushed against his, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He moved closer so they touched from shoulder to hip, wet skin clinging to wet skin. "I feel...nothing for you, Muraki."
"Liar."
Tsuzuki couldn't argue further when Muraki's lips trapped him in a kiss. Without conscious volition, he reached up to glide his fingertips along the pale, wet skin of Muraki's back.
Muraki's lips slanted against his in a smile. "It's important to be clean all over, ne?" His tongue slid inside Tsuzuki's mouth, tangling with Tsuzuki's own as he deepened the kiss. Slow at first, he became more demanding as he felt Tsuzuki's response. One of his hands slid down Tsuzuki's back, fingers splayed as he molded the indentations of his spine, the curve of his ass. He pushed Tsuzuki against the cool tiled wall so he could press himself against the eternally athletic musculature.
Tsuzuki growled in his throat and reached around to squeeze Muraki's rear. "One thing we'll never clean is that dirty mind of yours."
Muraki chuckled and shook his head. "Why would you want that part of me clean?" He bent forward to bite the side of Tsuzuki's neck. "We wouldn't be doing this otherwise, ne?" He slipped one hand down to stroke Tsuzuki's cock. "Some things are best left filthy, mm?"
Tsuzuki closed his eyes as he thrust his hips in the same hypnotic rhythm. Strange how taking a shower with Muraki was the only way to get both simultaneously clean and dirty: clean as the water poured over them both, dirty in the things they did together.
The thought excited and unnerved Tsuzuki in equal measure. Why not indulge his desire tonight? Why not go after something he truly wanted?
Muraki wouldn't tell. Muraki wouldn't criticize or judge. In many ways, Muraki was the perfect choice.
Tsuzuki began to lick and nip Muraki's shoulder, tracing his tongue over the pale skin everywhere he could find, before sinking to his knees and letting his tongue trail down Muraki's abdomen to his erection. Tsuzuki nibbled the shaft delicately, sliding his mouth along its length, and then took the head in his mouth to suckle.
Muraki inhaled sharply, and went still. Tsuzuki's lips were so gentle and hesitant, like a child savoring a delicious sweet. So tantalizing and teasing, the delicate touches sent a surge of pleasure through his body. "Tsuzuki-san...?"
Tsuzuki drew back, his eyes almost black in his hunger. "I want this, Muraki. I really want…" His tongue darted out to tease the slit of Muraki's penis, then his lips closed around the head once more.
Muraki clenched his teeth against the whimper that threatened to escape. He blindly felt for the tiled wall behind him, and braced his arms against it as Tsuzuki sucked him in earnest. He let his hair fall into his eyes as he watched Tsuzuki at work, unable to look away in case this vision proved to be an illusion.
Tsuzuki felt the tension coil within Muraki's body, and it pleased him very much. He took more of him into his mouth, sucking harder now, drawing back every now and then to let his breath fan over Muraki's flesh, then suddenly plunge forward to engulf him, tongue sliding around the hard length. Tsuzuki let his hands unclench from Muraki's hips and move around to those pale buttocks, grasping and kneading them in time with his mouth's ministrations.
Muraki gasped in time to Tsuzuki's rhythm, his senses reeling at each lash of Tsuzuki's tongue and lips. His legs trembled as he fought to stay upright against the wet tiles, and he pressed his back against their coldness, desperate for any distraction from Tsuzuki's ravenous mouth. He stared up at the shower, letting the water blind him. But he didn't need to see, for he felt everything. Tsuzuki sucked and swallowed with ravenous glee, and his fingers probed deeper between the rounded globes of flesh they clutched, caressing the sensitive cleft.
Muraki felt helpless. He bucked his hips, seeking more of Tsuzuki's clever mouth. He whimpered softly, and found pleasure in Tsuzuki's growling reply. How could he feel so helpless like this...like a doll...?
Tsuzuki felt his own cock swell further at Muraki's eager response - he was making Muraki want, need, feel - and it was a heady sensation. He released Muraki's cock and teased the sensitive mounds beneath it with his tongue, pausing to suckle them as well, before taking Muraki back into his mouth, swallowing as much of him as he could without triggering the gag reflex. His fingers continued to tease and fondle Muraki's ass, stroking that intimate cleft as one finger slid within, rubbing for that special spot.
Muraki shook his head, but it was too late. Tsuzuki was already inside him, and it didn't take him long to find it. Muraki groaned as the stroke of his prostate sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. His erection, already hard in Tsuzuki's eager mouth, swelled to near-pain. He couldn't take such teasing anymore. He wanted his control back.
With a growl, he bent forward to clench Tsuzuki's hair. He pushed himself deeper into that delicious wet haven, until he felt the contractions of throat muscles against the head of his cock. "Yes," he whispered. He allowed Tsuzuki to withdraw a little to breathe, and then guided him down as deep as he could go. Slower, deeper...that was more manageable. He gasped softly as Tsuzuki pushed a second finger inside him, stroking him in the same slow deep rhythm...finger-fucking him.
Muraki clenched his jaw. He wasn't sure if he wanted this.
Tsuzuki managed to twist slightly and free himself as he sensed the unease in Muraki's demeanor. He gently nipped at the flat expanse of pale abdomen. "You like this...don't you?" he murmured as he stroked his fingers within Muraki's body, seeking that pleasure point.
Muraki shivered, eyes shut briefly as a jolt of pleasure went through him. A throaty purr left his throat.
Tsuzuki kissed his stomach, and traced a line with his tongue down again until his mouth was feasting around Muraki's arousal with the same intensity as before.
"Tsuzuki-san...no..." Muraki was still fighting his desire, but his fingers had eased their grip in Tsuzuki's hair. He looked so reverent, kneeling between his thighs, pleasuring him in this intimate way. His lips were swollen, his eyelashes dark against his flushed cheeks, his hair plastered to his scalp from the water cascading over him. He looked so pathetic in his adoration, heedless of his own appearance.
But his confident actions took Muraki's breath away. Tsuzuki sucked greedily without hesitation. His tongue flicked along the crown, shaping into a point to tease the sensitive underside of the shaft. His fingers sent jolts of pleasure inside him, pushing him further to the brink. Muraki couldn't help twisting on them, tightening his muscles around them, trying to draw them deeper. His legs trembled beneath him. He knew he shouldn't surrender so much of himself, but this felt so wonderfully good...
Tsuzuki's own cock ached with longing. He had been patient enough. Quickly he came to his feet, his arms supporting Muraki, then pulled him close so that they were pressed together from shoulder to thigh, his erection brushing against the cleft of Muraki's ass. He took hold of the rigid shaft with one hand, while the other splayed across Muraki's abdomen, pressing their hips together as Tsuzuki slowly rocked against him from behind. His mouth planted hot kisses along Muraki's neck, and he began to stroke Muraki's erection, thumb teasing the head as well.
Muraki panted raggedly in time to the rhythm of Tsuzuki's hand. His grip was strong and firm, his tempo fast and urgent, making Muraki's hardened flesh throb deliciously from this surfeit of stimulation. He was thankful for the strength of Tsuzuki's arms holding him close, his lean body blanketing him from behind - it was the only way he could remain upright for the time being. He braced his outstretched hands against the wet tiles to support himself, his fingers curling uselessly against their slick unyielding surface.
Muraki opened his lips to speak, but could only make incoherent gasps. This bone-melting pleasure that left his muscles as weak as jelly...he had never experienced anything like it. And the way Tsuzuki rocked against him, his cock sliding against his cleft, teasing him with a promise of more to come...
This wasn't how Muraki planned it. But to be wanted like this - to have his desire reciprocated - it was the culmination of everything he'd secretly wanted ever since he'd laid eyes on Tsuzuki in Nagasaki. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the tiles as he came to his decision. Biting his lip, he pushed back to meet Tsuzuki's thrusts.
Tsuzuki gasped. The intensified friction as his cock pushed against the tight cleft sent tingles of pleasure rocketing through his groin. He pressed himself harder against Muraki's backside and glanced around the stall. There, on the ledge - a bottle of lubricant. Tsuzuki grabbed it and flipped the cap, squirting a generous amount of it into his palm which he quickly smeared all over his erection, groaning when it touched heated flesh. He thrust the bottle back onto the ledge and grasped Muraki's hips again, pulling him closer. Tsuzuki's palms slid up the backs of Muraki's thighs and cupped those perfect, pale buttocks, squeezing the ripe flesh. He heard a low groan, and nuzzled Muraki's earlobe. "Shh. Relax," Tsuzuki whispered as he clutched Muraki's hips once more and began to push himself carefully inside.
Muraki froze. He whimpered again, and damned himself for the weakness. For all Tsuzuki's gentleness and preparation, it still took him by surprise. He trembled as his muscles tried to relax around the rigid flesh moving deeper, further. Pain coursed through him, waking him up from the sensual spell Tsuzuki had cast over him. He tried to twist away.
"No...please..." Tsuzuki's voice was deep and throaty against his ear. "Don't fight this. This is what...I really want." He spread his fingers possessively over Muraki's chest with one hand to hold him close. With the other hand, he stroked Muraki again. Tsuzuki pressed himself closer still, standing on his toes to meld their heated bodies together. His lips nibbled at the earlobe, toying with the ruby stud. And his arousal slid deeper, right up to the hilt.
Muraki inhaled sharply. It still hurt a little bit, but there was something different. The cock had found something deep within, setting off a ripple of pleasure through his body. He moved restlessly, trying to replicate this sensation.
Tsuzuki bit his lip, shivering at the warm wetness enveloping him. It felt good. So good...and so wrong. To find such pleasure with the enemy, with the man who raped and cursed Hisoka - what was he thinking? But then Muraki shifted against him once more, and Tsuzuki's resolve melted like a snowflake in a bonfire. He began to increase the speed and force of his thrusts. He nibbled at Muraki's shoulder, drinking the tantalizing mix of water and salty skin.
Muraki remained silent, apart from the soft gasps he made in time to Tsuzuki's thrusts. Each inward push elicited a twinge of pain inside him that eased a little as Tsuzuki withdrew. His mind grappled with the strangeness of this situation - how had he, the hunter, become the hunted? How did Tsuzuki turn the tables on him so effectively? But concentration was becoming difficult. Tsuzuki's teeth felt so enticing, nipping a path from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. His hands stroked him in a steady, reassuring rhythm, distracting him from the pain. And then there was that occasional deep thrust Tsuzuki did...
Ahhh. Muraki leaned forward, bracing himself against the tiles. Yes. Just like that. The jolt of pleasure ricocheted from his prostate to his cock, and rippled throughout his entire body. "More," he growled. "Give me more."
Tsuzuki smiled against Muraki's skin and nipped at the skin of one shoulder, hard enough to grip a sizeable amount without breaking the skin - like the bite of a tomcat grasping the neck of its mate during coupling. Tsuzuki's hips began to thrust forward, swift and sure, as he sought not only his own pleasure but Muraki's as well.
To manipulate Muraki and bend him to his will to the point where he found pleasure in submission - such power went to Tsuzuki's head like fine champagne. It was exhilarating beyond measure. Yes...this was what Muraki deserved. This was payback for Hisoka, for all the victims he had used and cast aside. This was...incredibly good...
Muraki hissed as shivery tremors of delight coursed through him. The bite should have hurt, but it didn't. Tsuzuki's hot breath felt wonderful against his sensitive skin. And his cock moving deeper inside him...he'd never known that being fucked could feel so good. Tsuzuki had found that perfect angle, and now his prostate was being stroked fluidly, regularly...repeatedly.
He couldn't escape it. And most galling of all, he didn't want to.
But Tsuzuki wanted this too. Muraki could feel the desperation and drive in his thrusts, the way his arms clutched him close and his teeth scraped over his skin. Tsuzuki was just as enmeshed in his own desire. He could use this to his advantage.
Muraki reached for the faucets, and turned them off with trembling hands. "We're clean enough, ne?" It took all his willpower to free Tsuzuki's fingers from his erection, but he managed it. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." He opened his mouth, and took Tsuzuki's fingers into his mouth to taste himself.
Sparks of arousal shot through Tsuzuki's body as he watched Muraki suck his fingers clean. Muraki was right - they needed a better place to do this, somewhere they didn't have to worry about slipping and falling. "All right," he agreed, blinking the drops of water out of his face as he carefully pulled out. When Muraki turned around, Tsuzuki bent his head slightly and licked the beads of water from one pale pink nipple. "Of course, by the time I'm through with you, we just might need another shower."
Muraki grinned, amused by his presumption. "Certainly." He threaded his fingers through Tsuzuki's hair, then pulled him up into a kiss. He could taste the tang of himself in Tsuzuki's mouth as he explored with his tongue. Delicious, this rich nectar. He drank deep, almost dizzy with the knowledge. In a sense, he'd had Tsuzuki already. "Come," he muttered. He grasped Tsuzuki's hand and led him out of the shower stall. He pulled him past the fluffy towels hanging on the rail, heedless of the water droplets they trailed in their wake, out of the bathroom, along the corridor and into the bedroom.
Tsuzuki shivered a little from the chill of being exposed to air after a steamy shower. When they reached the bed, he pulled Muraki against him so they could bask in shared body heat. The feel of a wet, naked and hard Muraki against his skin stirred his arousal again. Muraki was hard as well, a silent acknowledgement that Tsuzuki was having the same effect as well. Tsuzuki reached down with one hand and began to tease the tip with his fingers. "Got lube somewhere around here?" he murmured.
Muraki nuzzled his ear. "Why so impatient, Tsuzuki-san?" But he pulled open a drawer from the nightstand and took out a small jar. "Is this what you need?"
Tsuzuki squeezed Muraki's erection for emphasis. "I'm not the only one who's in need." He tried to take the jar, but Muraki held it behind his back.
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice silken like spiderweb. "Lift up your knees and spread your legs apart."
Tsuzuki let go and stepped back. "What if I don't want to?"
Muraki smiled, insufferably smug. "If you don't do as I say, you don't get the lubricant."
Tsuzuki narrowed his eyes. He'd thought that Muraki had been enjoying himself in the shower...or was it all an act? No, he couldn't believe it. He longed to make Muraki cry out in ecstasy, again and again. This was what he wanted - what Muraki promised to give him.
"You would deny me? Me, whose power outranks your own?" Tsuzuki pulled Muraki to him, hands firmly grasping his hips. Their erections rubbed together but Tsuzuki forced his mind away from the enticing sensations. "I think you liked it when I possessed you," he purred, bringing his lips within an inch of Muraki's. "I certainly enjoyed claiming you."
Anger flared in Muraki's good eye. He took Tsuzuki's lips in a brutal, punishing kiss. His hands snaked around Tsuzuki's back, and up to grasp the nape of his neck. With the advantage of his height and weight, he pulled Tsuzuki with him onto the bed. He then twisted around, rolling on top of him.
Tsuzuki swore and fought against Muraki's hold. This wasn't what he wanted. He held deep grudges against those who denied him of his desires...and this situation was no exception. He scratched the broad expanse of Muraki's damp back with his nails, leaving behind bleeding cuts. He writhed and arched against Muraki's body, causing their bodies to rub against each other with rough friction. Muraki growled and pressed down to assert his dominance. It became a battle of wills as they wrestled together like wild animals.
"You wanted me. You said it..." Tsuzuki muttered before sinking his teeth into Muraki's shoulder.
Muraki's fingers grasped his sex, squeezing him hard and making him gasp. "I still do," he muttered hoarsely. He fondled the balls gently, almost reverently, smiling as he heard Tsuzuki's groan of frustration. His fingers slid behind, dragging along the sensitive skin. "Let me do this for you, as you did this for me. I want to return the favor."
Lies...but Muraki's skilled touch was impossible to resist. Tsuzuki began to lift one knee up...and then he felt something cold and hard against his hip. It was the jar of lubricant.
Tsuzuki grabbed it with manic glee. He put his hand on Muraki's chest and shoved hard, unbalancing him enough to squirm out from beneath him. Muraki tried to pull him back, but Tsuzuki pounced on Muraki's back, pinning him to the bed by entwining their legs together. He braced his arms over Muraki's and bent his head, once more capturing the skin of Muraki's shoulder in his teeth. This close, the damp scent of alluring male musk was heady in Tsuzuki's nostrils, and he snorted softly at the damp tendrils of silver that tickled his nose. "I haven't finished with you," he half-growled, half-murmured, in a tone that promised as much as it was meant to assert. He managed to unscrew the lid on the jar and dipped his fingers into it, coating them generously, before he moved his hand to Muraki's ass.
Muraki growled and writhed, but Tsuzuki met little resistance as he stroked and pushed inside again. Muraki's body was already relaxed and receptive after the earlier fucking. He squirmed against the mattress, his breath leaving his lungs in soft whimpers as Tsuzuki found his prostate again. There...perfect. Muraki clenched his fingers in the rumpled sheets, involuntarily pushing his ass against Tsuzuki's hand.
"Yes, yes...that's it." Tsuzuki laughed, not quite able to believe this was happening. He withdrew his fingers, then quickly coated himself with the lube.
Muraki lay on his stomach, his face turned to one side to watch, cheek slightly flushed, eyes glazed. He knew he should be fighting this, but being under Tsuzuki's thrall held a certain charm.
"Beautiful..." Tsuzuki murmured. "Has anyone told you that?"
Muraki's good eye narrowed thoughtfully. "Sometimes I overhear nurses during ward rounds-"
"You're so sure of yourself, aren't you?" Tsuzuki moved behind him, and slowly pushed himself inside Muraki. "So arrogant...but it's part of your charm. I've never wanted anyone as much as I've wanted you."
"Tsuzuki-san..." Muraki lifted his hips to accommodate Tsuzuki's thrust. "If this is what you really want, take it."
Tsuzuki groaned as the tight heat of Muraki's body enfolded him completely. He slid his arms around Muraki's chest, helping him onto his knees.
"As long...as you're prepared...to deal with...the consequences..."
Tsuzuki wasn't listening. His hips rocked slowly at first, and he reached down one hand to fondle Muraki's arousal. With his mouth he licked at the bite mark he left on the pale shoulder. "Mmm...Muraki..." he sighed, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
Muraki gasped. Tsuzuki's thrusts were deeper than in the shower. The change in position allowed for a more intimate penetration. Tsuzuki found his prostate with every single thrust, nudging it firmly, setting off an inferno of conflicting sensations inside him. He found himself clinging to Tsuzuki's cock, reluctant to let it go, his muscles clenching and relaxing around him. His own cock grew hard again as Tsuzuki harnessed him to the same driving rhythm.
There was no escape. Tsuzuki held him down, blanketing him. Imprisoning him.
But he didn't want to go anywhere. Being the sole recipient of Tsuzuki's focused sexual attention wasn't such a terrible sentence. Why had he fought this in the first place? To be wanted by the most powerful Shinigami in Meifu...Muraki felt himself swell further at the thought.
Tsuzuki spread kisses across Muraki's skin and lapped at the few drops of water that dripped from wet silver hair. His own breathing became faster as his hips drove Muraki's in a delicious rhythm. Muraki's arousal jerked in his hand as he pumped it. Muraki was making soft, quiet moans and gasps, music to Tsuzuki's ears, but he wanted to hear more. He let his other hand wander freely over Muraki's body, caressing anything his fingers could reach. "You know what I want," Tsuzuki rasped, nibbling Muraki's earlobe and the ruby stud. "Now it's your turn. Tell me..."
"Ahh..." Muraki closed his eyes in bliss and lowered his head. It felt so wonderful to be ministered like this. His cock was slick and wet with precome, his ass throbbing and aching. He should be ashamed, humiliated, fighting this submission. But with Tsuzuki...it felt wonderful, like a liberation. He groaned and pushed back harder, trying to increase the pace of the thrusts. "Tsuzuki-san..."
"Tell me..." Tsuzuki's voice was barely audible above his own ragged panting.
"You." It was a soft whisper of sound. "I want you."
Tsuzuki thrust harder, hand squeezing Muraki's rigid sex as he whipped them both into a frenzy of arousal. Muraki's admission fueled his drive like nothing else. Now he wanted nothing more than to claim every inch of Muraki's body, absorbing him into himself - or perhaps it was the other way around, the two of them melding together to form a perfect whole. Tsuzuki's mouth wandered as well, licking, kissing, sucking, even biting, as he sought to mark Muraki's flesh.
Muraki couldn't speak. His will was no longer his own. His body was a mass of nerve-endings firing in response to Tsuzuki's touch. He moaned, he jerked, he writhed and squeezed, doing his best to reciprocate and amplify Tsuzuki's pleasure in return. Droplets of perspiration broke out over his entire body, dewing his forehead, sliding down his pale chest and the center of his spine where Tsuzuki lapped at them with his tongue. More droplets slid down the long muscular length of his arms, to rest on his hands which clenched the sheets.
Tsuzuki happened to turn his head slightly and caught a glimpse of them together in one of the mirrors, two bodies fluid in their motions as they writhed together on the bed. "Come for me," Tsuzuki whispered hoarsely as he nibbled Muraki's neck and massaged his cock, rubbing the drops of precome over and around the sensitized head. "I want to see you come for me..."
Muraki nodded. He wanted to come. His balls ached with it. His cock throbbed with it. It didn't matter how it happened, if he fucked Tsuzuki or Tsuzuki fucked him. As long as Tsuzuki was with him...in him...
His, at long last.
Wave upon wave of pleasure convulsed his entire being, short-circuiting rational thought. He was barely aware of the groan that left his throat, or the teeth marking the meat of his shoulder. His entire world consisted of the hands milking him dry, and the cock within that pushed him further into oblivion.
Tsuzuki trembled upon feeling Muraki's body in the throes of his climax, and it was just the stimulus he needed to push his own endurance over the edge. He gave one more rough thrust and cried out as he hit the peak and tumbled over, falling into waves of pleasure that washed over and over him, until at length both he and Muraki lay panting raggedly on the bed, sweaty and spent.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Muraki opened his eyes. He lay amid tangled sheets, his head half falling off the pillow. Wearily he sat up and switched on the lamp by the bed. It was 4.30am. Still a few hours before dawn. Beside him, Tsuzuki lay on his stomach. His face was turned to one side, dark hair falling into his eyes. His long lashes were dark against his cheeks. The sheets had slipped down to his waist, revealing the angles and planes of his shoulder blades, and the lean muscles of his back. Muraki smiled. He'd never imagined Tsuzuki would be so dominating. A most pleasant surprise.
But he wanted to reassert his claim before Tsuzuki returned to Meifu. He wanted Tsuzuki to remember precisely why he risked his position, his friendships, his very reputation to share a bed with his nemesis tonight.
He clambered out of bed and went to the bathroom. After rinsing a washcloth in soapy warm water, he returned to the bed. Tsuzuki was still lying where Muraki had left him, and didn't stir as the mattress dipped. Muraki placed the washcloth on the nightstand, then lay on his side and slipped the sheet down to reveal Tsuzuki's ass. The lean-muscled globes were tailor-made for his hands. He grasped them in his palms, squeezing them gently like a buyer testing fruit for ripeness. Then he lowered his head, and licked the smooth patch of skin just above the cleft of his ass.
Tsuzuki stirred. He was dreaming of a giant cupcake resting on his lower back, sticky frosting melting on his skin. He reached behind him to grope at it. "Let me eat you," he muttered.
"You've done that already, ne?" Muraki grasped his wrist, and pinned it behind his back. "It's my turn now." With his free hand, he parted Tsuzuki's buttocks, and began to stroke the sensitive cleft with his thumb. "I'm still aching here, you know. You were very...thorough." He nuzzled his nose against one firm mound, then bent his mouth to lick along the cleft. His tongue swirled over the tight opening of his ass.
Tsuzuki came fully awake. He blinked and shook his head, remembering suddenly where he was...and with whom. He twisted his neck to glimpse Muraki's silver hair spilling over his rear end like a waterfall. "Why...!" He gasped when sharp teeth nipped a cheek. "I didn't hear you complaining at the time," he muttered, then sucked in a small breath when Muraki's tongue returned to stroke him once more.
"I wasn't complaining," Muraki replied. "Merely making..." His tongue began to lap the cleft again. "...a statement of fact." He guided Tsuzuki's legs further apart, and released his wrist so he could cup his balls in his other hand. "Why should you have all the fun?" He fondled them as he lapped at the cleft, his tongue sliding slowly past the opening to the strip of sensitive skin below.
Tsuzuki trembled against him, making him smile.
"No need to be so impatient," Muraki teased. He tugged playfully on the testicles, chuckling at Tsuzuki's groan of pleasure, then lapped at them with his tongue.
Tsuzuki bit a mouthful of sheets to muffle his groan. His cock swelled and pressed against the mattress; he squirmed around to ease some of the tension. What a wake-up call to get! "Uhhnnn...Muraki," he growled, his lower body lifting in response to the sensual caresses.
Muraki chuckled. He encouraged Tsuzuki to his knees to open him up further, then took the washcloth and gently cleaned his semi-erect cock. When Tsuzuki began to rock in time to the strokes, Muraki dumped the cloth back on the nightstand, uncaring of Tsuzuki's moan of frustration. He returned to the cleft, finding the opening with unerring accuracy as he pressed his wet tongue against it. Distantly he was aware of Tsuzuki's groan, the tremors as he struggled within himself between resistance and obedience. When Tsuzuki tried to escape, he reached around to grasp his cock and hold him still. "You're not getting away that easily." He began rimming Tsuzuki's ass with new determination, his tongue moving along the cleft with repeated strokes.
Tsuzuki hissed and bucked as Muraki's tongue teased him mercilessly. A growl of frustration escaped him; he wanted, needed more - as his straining cock proved. "Mu-raaa-kiii," he ground out between his teeth.
"Yes, Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki asked, laughing. When Tsuzuki reached this stage of arousal, he was putty in his hands. Muraki squeezed the cock he held firmly, refusing to give Tsuzuki the stimulation he wanted. He knelt on the bed and guided a trembling Tsuzuki onto his back. He lifted one of his knees up, then settled himself between them.
"It's my turn, ne?" he murmured. He rested his head against Tsuzuki's hip, his silver hair falling across the flat abdomen. With one long finger, he caressed the underside of Tsuzuki's arousal from root to tip. "My turn to do whatever I want." He smiled as Tsuzuki bucked beneath him. He lightly caressed the crown with his thumb, admiring the drop of precome that oozed from the slit. Lifting his head, he licked it clean. "What should I do, Tsuzuki-san?" Silver eyes sparkled with merriment. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Smug bastard. Tsuzuki glared at Muraki, his breath coming in deep gasps from the sensual stimulation. "I want you to not talk with your mouth full." He sank his fingers into Muraki's hair and nudged him towards the erection.
"Your wish," Muraki circled the crown once with his tongue, "is my command." With one hand, he pushed Tsuzuki's thigh until his knee reached his chest. With the other, he grasped the silk-smooth shaft and took it in his mouth. Above him, he could hear Tsuzuki's soft gasps and groans, feel his hips shifting as he tried to squirm away. Muraki gripped the underside of the thigh he held, forcing him open, trapping him against the mattress. He hollowed his cheeks as he began to swallow Tsuzuki deeper, taking in more of his shaft inch by inch...
Tsuzuki groaned aloud as Muraki tormented him. He squirmed harder, trying both to escape the sweet torture, yet push more of himself into Muraki's willing mouth. But in his position, Tsuzuki could do nothing except writhe on the bed, watching Muraki's actions with a trance-like fascination. And still, Tsuzuki wanted more...more of Muraki...
"Wait. Stop," Tsuzuki ordered breathlessly. "Muraki..."
Muraki drew back until his lips brushed the crown. His lips glistened with precome as he eyed Tsuzuki curiously. "Why?"
"Because I want..." Tsuzuki flushed, and decided to show him with actions instead of words. He pulled Muraki on top of him, then fidgeted around until Muraki's head was facing towards his feet and his own arousal was jutting towards Tsuzuki's face...his lips. "There. Now you can continue."
Muraki blinked, surprised yet pleased. "Certainly." He loomed over Tsuzuki on all fours, very much in the dominant position he liked best. Well, if Tsuzuki wanted to reciprocate, why not? He took Tsuzuki's cock in his hand, caressing its length as he watched more gleaming precome leak through the slit.
He lowered his head and sucked it deep.
Demanding hands urged him to lower his hips. He ignored it at first, too focused on the heaviness against his tongue, the unique taste of Tsuzuki filling his mouth, and the delightful twitching of his cock. It was only the sharp nails pressing against one of his buttocks that made him comply. Reluctantly, Muraki bent his knees so that his groin was nearer to Tsuzuki's mouth.
Tsuzuki lifted his head and captured the head of Muraki's erection between his lips, sucking it inside to caress with his tongue. Salty-sweet musk, smooth skin...He groaned deep in his chest as Muraki's mouth worked its own magic on his arousal. Tsuzuki felt around for another pillow and stuffed it under his head so he could better reach his prize, and set about savoring Muraki as Muraki tasted him.
Muraki exhaled slowly. This was perfect. He watched through a tangle of limbs as Tsuzuki took him in, sucking him deeper. He was as eager as Muraki remembered from the shower...and just as distracting. Muraki closed his eyes, and focused on pleasing Tsuzuki in the same way. With his hands, he stroked the sensitive balls. He swallowed his cock down again, twisting his head so his tongue could lash around the bulk of Tsuzuki's shaft. And he could feel Tsuzuki do the same, his throat muscles contracting around his erection as he tried to take him deeper.
Tsuzuki sucked steadily, keeping his mind on what he was doing to Muraki...or trying to, at least, given what Muraki was doing to him. He reached up and cupped Muraki's rump in his hands, spreading his fingers across the pale cheeks and clutching them. His mouth continued to explore Muraki's erection, pausing to flick his tongue around the testicles before taking in the erection once more.
Muraki shivered. Tsuzuki's grip over his flesh was undeniably possessive. He could feel them flexing, shifting closer to the cleft, pulling him further inside the warm wet haven of his mouth. It was so deliciously distracting...too much so. Muraki reciprocated in kind, lowering his mouth to drink from Tsuzuki like a starving man, guiding him in and out of his mouth. Occasionally he would swallow Tsuzuki deep, taking several gulps as he let the weight of his cock rest against the back of his tongue.
But for all his skill, he couldn't make Tsuzuki lose control. Tsuzuki sucked him with the same desperation, even mimicking his actions to the point where Muraki felt Tsuzuki was an extension of himself, a being specially made to pleasure him. As if they were a single entity focused solely on sexual gratification...
The idea startled him. He pulled away from Tsuzuki, gasping for breath. Tsuzuki grabbed at him, but he didn't care as he reached over for the lube on the nightstand. "My turn," he muttered.
Tsuzuki growled in protest. He had been so close, and he knew Muraki was nearly there too. He reached for Muraki, but was promptly pushed back. Annoyed, Tsuzuki reached for him again, and found himself pinned on his back.
Muraki's grey eyes glinted with a tinge of feral intent. "I said...it's my turn." He claimed Tsuzuki's mouth in a rough kiss. Tsuzuki grasped at him, trying to throw him off balance, and they ended up wrestling on the bed, the resulting friction arousing them both even more.
Muraki had reached his limit. He was still on top, and he wasn't going to relinquish it again. He pushed one of Tsuzuki's legs aside to open him up while spearing his fingers into the jar of lubricant. While Tsuzuki watched, Muraki slid his coated fingers along the sensitive skin beneath his balls, and thrust two fingers inside. Tsuzuki growled again, violet eyes narrowed to slits as he tried to wriggle free. But Muraki knew it wouldn't last. A little deeper now...
Tsuzuki let out a low groan. He arched up to clutch Muraki's shoulders.
Muraki thrust deeper, stroking the prostate over and over, laughing as he watched Tsuzuki's helpless reaction. Tsuzuki was now clenching his muscles around Muraki's fingers, gasping in time to his thrusts, eyes glazed. His cock was erect against his abdomen, glistening with saliva and precome. "You...bastard..."
"Don't fight this," Muraki crooned. "Why deny yourself something you want so much?" He withdrew his fingers and slicked on more lubricant, this time on his own erection, then grabbed Tsuzuki's hips and thrust into him hard.
Tsuzuki cried out and clasped his legs tightly around Muraki's waist. By now he was so far gone that the pain he'd initially felt was barely registering, and was swiftly dissolving in the intense pleasure blossoming in its wake. Muraki's hips drove them both in a hard, fast rhythm, one that Tsuzuki had all he could do to keep up with. He grasped Muraki's ass, his shoulders, his hips, anywhere he could, trying to press him deeper.
"Do it," Tsuzuki gasped, writhing against Muraki as their bodies slammed together repeatedly. "Do it!"
Muraki obeyed. He lifted Tsuzuki's legs higher, hooking them over his broad shoulders. He thrust again, savoring Tsuzuki's trembling response. The different angle was perfect, allowing for a deeper penetration. He looked down, observing Tsuzuki's flushed face and the convulsive movements of his throat as he panted in time. His chest was covered in a film of sweat, his lean muscled body pliant as he welcomed Muraki in with each thrust.
"You're the beautiful one," Muraki muttered, his voice thick. "So beautiful..." He slid one hand along Tsuzuki's hips to curve around one buttock. He squeezed the fleshy mound without mercy, sharp nails digging into soft skin.
Tsuzuki groaned softly in response.
"You like that, ne?" Muraki suddenly struck him with the flat of his palm. "You like everything I do to you." He began slapping Tsuzuki's cheek with every second thrust, while pounding into him with the pistoning motion of his hips.
Tsuzuki opened his mouth to deny it, but the stinging slap excited him even more, and he arched against Muraki's body with a groan. His cock twitched, and he could feel it - he was close, very close. Just a little more would send him over that edge. Tsuzuki planted feverish kisses and nibbles over Muraki's heated skin. "You like what I do to you too," he muttered. He sucked on his fingers and slid them over Muraki's flexing buttock, searching for the cleft.
Muraki hissed, surprised annoyance warring with trepidation. He grabbed Tsuzuki's hand, pinning it above his head. He slapped Tsuzuki harder, the sound ringing in the room, and rode him fiercely until Tsuzuki arched and cried out, spilling his seed between their heaving bodies.
Wave after wave of searing pleasure shot through Tsuzuki, the last slap to his buttocks making the ache that much sweeter. He collapsed beneath Muraki, panting harshly after his climax, as Muraki rode the dying tremors of his muscles to his own pleasure.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was the news from the clock radio that penetrated Tsuzuki's sleep-fogged consciousness. A bright cheery voice chattered about war and terrorist attacks in distant lands, and car crashes and suicides closer to home. These were the everyday events that kept a Shinigami busy. He had to go to work.
He stretched his arms above his head. His body ached everywhere, his muscles felt heavy, and his butt still hurt from Muraki's vigorous slaps.
Tsuzuki rolled on his side and buried his face in the pillow to hide his smile. He never felt better in his entire life.
Beside him, Muraki lay on his back, silver eyelashes flush against pale cheeks. His hair cascaded over the pillow, a tangled mess that made him look years younger. In profile, his features were finely chiseled and aristocratic: elegant thin brows, high-swept cheekbones, long perfectly straight nose...
Tsuzuki resisted the temptation to run his fingers along it.
Last night, he had gone after what he wanted. But this was a new day with new rules. Slowly he sat up and squinted at the clock radio.
"It's fifteen minutes fast," Muraki said. "It's how I avoid being late for work." He opened heavy-lidded eyes, and looked at Tsuzuki through thick lashes. "Do you have to leave now?"
"Yeah." Tsuzuki looked away. He wondered if he could ever look Muraki in the eye again.
What had possessed him to reveal so much of himself to the one person who wouldn't hesitate to use the knowledge against him? Maybe it was the impulse that drove him into a catatonic state, refusing all food and drink: the same impulse that gave him the courage to battle demons and risk his corporeal form without fear of mutilation or injury.
His ever-present, carefully concealed, self-destructive streak.
"Tsuzuki-san." Muraki sat up against the headboard of the bed and rolled his shoulders until they cracked. "I have a question for you."
Tsuzuki braced himself for the worst. "What?"
Muraki winced as he rubbed the red-purple bite mark Tsuzuki had left on his shoulder. "Are you always this violent in bed?"
Tsuzuki's head shot up. "Me? Violent? You're the one who spanked me!"
"So I did." Muraki's lips quirked. "But you were the first to resort to such rough behavior. I merely followed your example."
Tsuzuki snorted with amusement. "You weren't in a hurry to get away. As I recall, you were doing a pretty good imitation of enjoying yourself."
Muraki shrugged as he pulled careless fingers through his silver hair. "I can be a good actor when the situation calls for it."
"I see." Without another word, Tsuzuki got out of bed and padded naked to the bathroom. He didn't want to share a bed with an actor. If that was all Muraki had given him...
"Would you like breakfast?"
"No, thank you." The mingled scents of Muraki's aftershave and male musk lingered on his skin. Tsuzuki wrinkled his nose. He would another need a shower before he went to work. A freezing cold one.
His clothes were still on the floor where he'd left them - creased, filthy, and wet. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering how he had trampled on them as he followed Muraki to the bedroom. In the cold light of day, it seemed like a crazy, wonderful lust-fueled dream.
Or a performance worthy of an Oscar - at least on Muraki's part.
"You can borrow my clothes," Muraki called out behind him. "They are a few sizes bigger, but they should be enough for you to travel home."
"No, thank you," Tsuzuki repeated politely. He squatted down and began to fold each item of clothing neatly, piece by piece.
Muraki came after him wearing a white yukata. He held out a crisp white shirt and black pants, as well as underwear and a black tie. "Here, try these on."
Tsuzuki didn't look up. "No, thank you."
Muraki's fingers tightened around the clothes. Suddenly he hurled them at Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki grabbed them before they hit his face. He glared at Muraki, violet eyes glinting.
"When you have cleaned and ironed them, I expect you to return them to me personally." Muraki's voice crackled with suppressed fury. "If you do not, then I will send your secretary my dry cleaning bill for last night's escapades plus a bill for replacing the clothes I lent you."
Tsuzuki blinked as he peered over the pile of clothes.
Muraki's lips were pursed in a tight line. His visible eye glittered like an unquenchable flame - still hungry even after the feast they shared last night.
Tsuzuki lowered his gaze. So he wasn't the only one who wanted more.
"Okay." He picked up the dirty clothes with one arm, and held the clean clothing with the other. He rose to his feet and gave Muraki a little bow. "I'll be back with them tonight." He began to disappear, still nude, carrying the clothes in front of him to preserve his modesty.
The last Muraki saw of him was his mischievous grin framing sharp white teeth.