Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki, Muraki, Watari, Theme set A, Lust
Title: Moving on
Rating: NC-17 !!
Theme: Lust
Word count: 2044
Author: me... duh! lol
Authors note: Ok hopefully when I'm done these fics will all link together and make sense as one big story... but maybe they won't make sense at all... *shrugs*
Warnings: YAOI! duh... Sex, voyeurism, oral, - you get the picture...
Anyway, Previous posts are here:
Envy
Gluttony
Wrath
and the next one:
Lust
Muraki kissed the man with vigor, tugging his black trench coat down off his shoulders before slamming him hard against the wall; hands roaming, mouth devouring. He’d known the brunette would come to him sooner or later, but he hadn’t expected the man to hold out on him for quite as long as he had.
It had been two months since Watari and Tsuzuki had broken up - since Muraki had broken them up. The two shinigmai had barely spoken two words to each other since then, and the blonde had taken to hiding out in his lab more than usual to avoid the awkwardness.
Tsuzuki felt awful for the part he had played in causing his lover such pain, but he couldn’t lie. He could evade and he could pretend, but when Watari had asked him if he still felt something for Muraki… he couldn’t lie. Not to those warm amber eyes. But he’d ruined things anyway hadn’t he? Those amber eyes no longer sparkled because of him.
But Muraki’s eyes… Muraki’s eyes glinted and swirled with desire for him.
It had taken him a long time to make up his mind, but it seemed like his relationship with Watari was really over, and he had wanted Muraki after all… And judging by the hurried way the doctor shed his own coat and jacket, he wanted him too.
Muraki’s hand fell to Tsuzuki’s crotch, impatient fingers massaging the slowly forming bulge through the fabric as he cupped the shinigami’s balls. Tsuzuki allowed his violet eyes to close and his head to fall back and lean against the wall as the stimulating friction awakened his arousal.
“Yes, you’ve longed to feel my touch, haven’t you my pet?”
Tsuzuki nodded in reply to the gravely undertones of lust as his mouth parted to let out a small cry in response to the sudden firm squeeze around his erection.
By the window, dull amber eyes watched. Tsuzuki had hurt him, it was true, but if anything happened to the man he knew he would never forgive himself. So it was that he had followed the man almost everywhere out of work hours - he’d expected the brunette to run straight to the arms of Meifu’s infamous enemy, but it had taken his lover, or ex-lover as it was now, eight weeks to finally do so. The thought of trying to work things out and try again had crossed the blonde’s mind more than once, but that was his heart talking - his brain knew better. His brain understood that Tsuzuki’s feelings towards Muraki were deep rooted and weren’t going to change, and it knew that the scientist’s heart couldn’t cope with being in a relationship if it was nothing more than a sham.
Muraki claimed another rough kiss, his fingers moving up to unfasten the man’s already loosened black tie and let it slip to the floor. His lips moved along Tsuzuki’s jawline and down his throat, leaving a trail of inflamed flesh as one hand slid under the fabric of his shirt and began to tease the sensitive skin there.
Tsuzuki shot out a hand to Muraki’s tie and tugged it hard, forcing the doctor up to meet his eyes with a yelp of surprise. “Stop… Teasing,” the brunette half-panted, half-growled - violet eyes hard and full of need. Muraki chuckled slightly, pulling his tie off so he couldn’t be used against him again.
“How lovely to see such assertiveness from you Tsuzuki-san… but do not misunderstand…” he gripped either side of the shinigami’s shirt collar tightly and pulled it sharply apart - ripping the garment open and releasing it to place a hand on the brunette’s lithe frame, “I’m the one in charge here. Misbehave again and you shall be punished.”
Watari’s eyes went wide as Tsuzuki exerted such a command over the other man - in their time together, the brunette had never displayed such fierce desire for him, so seeing the man act that way with Muraki… it hurt. Though ashamedly, at the same time, he had found it very arousing. His mouth parted and his tongue nipped out to lick his oh-so-slightly parched lips as he watched the doctor rip the clothes from Tsuzuki’s body - he had never felt more jealous in his entire life than he did right now.
The silver-haired man unbuttoned his own shirt and let it fall from his body to the floor as he fiddled with his belt buckle to open it. He slid his belt from around his waist and flexed the leather in his hand, “Maybe I should teach you a lesson anyway…?” Purple eyes went wide as he realised what the man was threatening, his shock turning to anger as a cruel laugh left Muraki’s lips. “I do so love it when you make that face Tsuzuki-san… but perhaps I can be persuaded to let you off easy this time, ne?” He fixed the brunette with a meaningful gaze.
“What… what should I do?” Asked the shinigami, suddenly feeling embarrassed and a little afraid - maybe he shouldn’t have come here after all?
The doctor smirked and unzipped his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles with his boxers before stepping out of them, “Oh nothing too taxing… Probably nothing you haven’t done before…”
Tsuzuki’s eyes went wider as he beheld Muraki in all of his naked glory - his smooth alabaster skin giving him a look of a china doll. The brunette fell to his knees in front of the beautiful man, and took his already straining cock in to his hand, “You overestimate me,” he said in a quiet voice, “but if it will please you…”
Outside, Watari nearly fell from his position perched by the window - his cheeks flushed red in a mixture of anger, embarrassment and desire as he watched the brunette open his mouth and move it over Muraki’s length, taking it in just a little at first before the entire organ was engulfed by his eager mouth. As the blonde watched the doctor close his eyes, watched his mouth part in pleasure, the jealousy stung him all over again; Tsuzuki had never done anything like this for him - he had always been such a shy lover. Was I really that wrong for him?
As Tsuzuki worked on him, head bobbing, Muraki’s hand fisted in theshinigami’s hair, his shinigami’s hair! “Mmm Yessss” hissed the doctor, “Good… so good…” Then, without warning, his hand tightened in Tsuzuki’s hair and he pulled the man off him, forcing a yelp of surprise and pain from the brunette. “WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Tsuzuki yelled as he rubbed his scalp.
“Forgive me,” Muraki breathed, wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing the top of his head lightly, “I was too close… I have far more to give you than just a mouthful of my essence.” Tsuzuki pulled a face at that, but Muraki didn’t see, “Take off the rest of your clothes and lie on the bed…”
The doctor was so strange - fiery one minute, soft as a kitten the next - Tsuzuki didn’t know which the façade was anymore! Nevertheless, he complied, removing his remaining garments and his shoes before laying himself on the bed and waiting nervously. After tonight will he still want me?... Or will I be left alone anyway?”
Watari ducked out of the way as Tsuzuki lay on the bed - the window he was peeping through faced the head of the rather grand bed and the last thing he wanted was to be seen!
“So beautiful,” Muraki whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed and trailed a hand across his lover’s chest. Pulling his hand away after the lingering moment, he opened the drawer in the bedside table and picked up a small jar of oil-based lubricant, nearly dropping it as Tsuzuki’s hand snapped around his wrist. For once in his life, the platinum blonde was at a loss, only able to blink in surprise.
“I don’t need that,” Tsuzuki explained, eyes dark, “And I don’t need your fingers… I need you inside me, NOW!” The last bit was growled, his voice full of impatience.
“Tsuzuki…” Muraki breathed, eyes narrowing with lust before he cleared his throat, “I told you if you commanded me again I would have to punish you…”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Having no other response to that, the doctor merely nodded and crawled over his lover - hooking the man’s knees over his shoulders as he moved to take him.
Watari chanced a look through the window, mouth dropping at the sight before him - Muraki ready and looming over the brunette, both of them staring deeply into each other’s eyes, fully silent for a moment as if just breathing each other in. Tsuzuki had never looked at him that way… but if he was honest, he hadn’t looked at the brunette like that either - not like he was doing now. It was as if he was seeing the man for the first time, except he knew that it was already too late.
Muraki pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle, kissing Tsuzuki once on the lips briefly before burying himself in the tight warm body beneath him. “Fuuuuck…” he groaned, eyes closed, as Tsuzuki’s internal muscles rippled reluctantly around him.
Tsuzuki’s back arched in pain, a small scream leaving his lips as the doctor took him and burning pain radiated from somewhere inside him. “Sssh… relax…” the doctor soothed, brushing away the tears that were forming in dazzling violet eyes, “Just get used to me for a moment - tell me when you’re ready.” Tsuzuki nodded, trying to make his body relax around the hard invasion. Watari had always been so gentle with him - he’d never imagined going unprepared could hurt so much. He gasped as he felt gentle fingers encircling his length, eyes closing as the doctor used his talented hands to take away his pain. Tsuzuki moaned softly as the pleasure began to build and the pain ebbed away.
“Are you ready for me?” came the soft voice, and Tsuzuki nodded - thrusting his hips a little as if to prove it.
Muraki released his lover’s erection, placing one hand on each of the shinigami’s thighs and holding them against him as he slowly began to thrust.
Tsuzuki groaned appreciatively as the man moved within him - his eyes suddenly opening wide and a strangled cry leaving his lips as a shockwave of ecstatic pleasure traveled up his spine and left him quivering and gasping for more.
Watari’s face was pressed against the window now, his breath steaming up the glass so that he was forced to wipe it clean every few minutes.
“Yes, Tsuzuki, oh yes!” cried Muraki, thrusting deep within him and hitting his most sensitive of places, so the man’s body would tighten around him - bringing him ever closer to completion. Lust-filled icy eyes looked straight ahead locking with startled amber ones - a smirk dancing upon his parted lips as he felt his orgasm approaching.
Watari almost fell from his position as the doctor locked eyes with him - he knew he should leave before Tsuzuki realized, but he found himself unable to; so transfixed by the debauchery before him.
“Muraki… Gods! Ah… mmm… oh!” Came Tsuzuki’s incoherent exclamation of his pleasure as he finally came - hot seed spilling onto his chest.
Feeling the shuddering tightness of the man around him and hearing his voice breaking so delectably was more than enough to finish Muraki, and he came hard - head thrown back, screaming his lover’s name.
As the last few shudders left his body, he had just enough control of himself to withdraw from the brunette’s body and pull away before collapsing half on top of him. “Gods Tsuzuki… so… so good!” he choked out, voice hoarse as he gasped for breath.
“Mmm…” was the only reply as Tsuzuki looped his arms around the doctor’s neck and held onto him, as if afraid the man would get up and leave there and then. Still panting, the platinum-blonde pulled his lover closer, kissing his hair and whispereing the man’s name over and over.
Outside, Watari turned away and spirit-jumped home - feeling rejected and unloved even as he wanked himself off.
Rating: NC-17 !!
Theme: Lust
Word count: 2044
Author: me... duh! lol
Authors note: Ok hopefully when I'm done these fics will all link together and make sense as one big story... but maybe they won't make sense at all... *shrugs*
Warnings: YAOI! duh... Sex, voyeurism, oral, - you get the picture...
Anyway, Previous posts are here:
Envy
Gluttony
Wrath
and the next one:
Lust
Muraki kissed the man with vigor, tugging his black trench coat down off his shoulders before slamming him hard against the wall; hands roaming, mouth devouring. He’d known the brunette would come to him sooner or later, but he hadn’t expected the man to hold out on him for quite as long as he had.
It had been two months since Watari and Tsuzuki had broken up - since Muraki had broken them up. The two shinigmai had barely spoken two words to each other since then, and the blonde had taken to hiding out in his lab more than usual to avoid the awkwardness.
Tsuzuki felt awful for the part he had played in causing his lover such pain, but he couldn’t lie. He could evade and he could pretend, but when Watari had asked him if he still felt something for Muraki… he couldn’t lie. Not to those warm amber eyes. But he’d ruined things anyway hadn’t he? Those amber eyes no longer sparkled because of him.
But Muraki’s eyes… Muraki’s eyes glinted and swirled with desire for him.
It had taken him a long time to make up his mind, but it seemed like his relationship with Watari was really over, and he had wanted Muraki after all… And judging by the hurried way the doctor shed his own coat and jacket, he wanted him too.
Muraki’s hand fell to Tsuzuki’s crotch, impatient fingers massaging the slowly forming bulge through the fabric as he cupped the shinigami’s balls. Tsuzuki allowed his violet eyes to close and his head to fall back and lean against the wall as the stimulating friction awakened his arousal.
“Yes, you’ve longed to feel my touch, haven’t you my pet?”
Tsuzuki nodded in reply to the gravely undertones of lust as his mouth parted to let out a small cry in response to the sudden firm squeeze around his erection.
By the window, dull amber eyes watched. Tsuzuki had hurt him, it was true, but if anything happened to the man he knew he would never forgive himself. So it was that he had followed the man almost everywhere out of work hours - he’d expected the brunette to run straight to the arms of Meifu’s infamous enemy, but it had taken his lover, or ex-lover as it was now, eight weeks to finally do so. The thought of trying to work things out and try again had crossed the blonde’s mind more than once, but that was his heart talking - his brain knew better. His brain understood that Tsuzuki’s feelings towards Muraki were deep rooted and weren’t going to change, and it knew that the scientist’s heart couldn’t cope with being in a relationship if it was nothing more than a sham.
Muraki claimed another rough kiss, his fingers moving up to unfasten the man’s already loosened black tie and let it slip to the floor. His lips moved along Tsuzuki’s jawline and down his throat, leaving a trail of inflamed flesh as one hand slid under the fabric of his shirt and began to tease the sensitive skin there.
Tsuzuki shot out a hand to Muraki’s tie and tugged it hard, forcing the doctor up to meet his eyes with a yelp of surprise. “Stop… Teasing,” the brunette half-panted, half-growled - violet eyes hard and full of need. Muraki chuckled slightly, pulling his tie off so he couldn’t be used against him again.
“How lovely to see such assertiveness from you Tsuzuki-san… but do not misunderstand…” he gripped either side of the shinigami’s shirt collar tightly and pulled it sharply apart - ripping the garment open and releasing it to place a hand on the brunette’s lithe frame, “I’m the one in charge here. Misbehave again and you shall be punished.”
Watari’s eyes went wide as Tsuzuki exerted such a command over the other man - in their time together, the brunette had never displayed such fierce desire for him, so seeing the man act that way with Muraki… it hurt. Though ashamedly, at the same time, he had found it very arousing. His mouth parted and his tongue nipped out to lick his oh-so-slightly parched lips as he watched the doctor rip the clothes from Tsuzuki’s body - he had never felt more jealous in his entire life than he did right now.
The silver-haired man unbuttoned his own shirt and let it fall from his body to the floor as he fiddled with his belt buckle to open it. He slid his belt from around his waist and flexed the leather in his hand, “Maybe I should teach you a lesson anyway…?” Purple eyes went wide as he realised what the man was threatening, his shock turning to anger as a cruel laugh left Muraki’s lips. “I do so love it when you make that face Tsuzuki-san… but perhaps I can be persuaded to let you off easy this time, ne?” He fixed the brunette with a meaningful gaze.
“What… what should I do?” Asked the shinigami, suddenly feeling embarrassed and a little afraid - maybe he shouldn’t have come here after all?
The doctor smirked and unzipped his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles with his boxers before stepping out of them, “Oh nothing too taxing… Probably nothing you haven’t done before…”
Tsuzuki’s eyes went wider as he beheld Muraki in all of his naked glory - his smooth alabaster skin giving him a look of a china doll. The brunette fell to his knees in front of the beautiful man, and took his already straining cock in to his hand, “You overestimate me,” he said in a quiet voice, “but if it will please you…”
Outside, Watari nearly fell from his position perched by the window - his cheeks flushed red in a mixture of anger, embarrassment and desire as he watched the brunette open his mouth and move it over Muraki’s length, taking it in just a little at first before the entire organ was engulfed by his eager mouth. As the blonde watched the doctor close his eyes, watched his mouth part in pleasure, the jealousy stung him all over again; Tsuzuki had never done anything like this for him - he had always been such a shy lover. Was I really that wrong for him?
As Tsuzuki worked on him, head bobbing, Muraki’s hand fisted in theshinigami’s hair, his shinigami’s hair! “Mmm Yessss” hissed the doctor, “Good… so good…” Then, without warning, his hand tightened in Tsuzuki’s hair and he pulled the man off him, forcing a yelp of surprise and pain from the brunette. “WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Tsuzuki yelled as he rubbed his scalp.
“Forgive me,” Muraki breathed, wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing the top of his head lightly, “I was too close… I have far more to give you than just a mouthful of my essence.” Tsuzuki pulled a face at that, but Muraki didn’t see, “Take off the rest of your clothes and lie on the bed…”
The doctor was so strange - fiery one minute, soft as a kitten the next - Tsuzuki didn’t know which the façade was anymore! Nevertheless, he complied, removing his remaining garments and his shoes before laying himself on the bed and waiting nervously. After tonight will he still want me?... Or will I be left alone anyway?”
Watari ducked out of the way as Tsuzuki lay on the bed - the window he was peeping through faced the head of the rather grand bed and the last thing he wanted was to be seen!
“So beautiful,” Muraki whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed and trailed a hand across his lover’s chest. Pulling his hand away after the lingering moment, he opened the drawer in the bedside table and picked up a small jar of oil-based lubricant, nearly dropping it as Tsuzuki’s hand snapped around his wrist. For once in his life, the platinum blonde was at a loss, only able to blink in surprise.
“I don’t need that,” Tsuzuki explained, eyes dark, “And I don’t need your fingers… I need you inside me, NOW!” The last bit was growled, his voice full of impatience.
“Tsuzuki…” Muraki breathed, eyes narrowing with lust before he cleared his throat, “I told you if you commanded me again I would have to punish you…”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Having no other response to that, the doctor merely nodded and crawled over his lover - hooking the man’s knees over his shoulders as he moved to take him.
Watari chanced a look through the window, mouth dropping at the sight before him - Muraki ready and looming over the brunette, both of them staring deeply into each other’s eyes, fully silent for a moment as if just breathing each other in. Tsuzuki had never looked at him that way… but if he was honest, he hadn’t looked at the brunette like that either - not like he was doing now. It was as if he was seeing the man for the first time, except he knew that it was already too late.
Muraki pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle, kissing Tsuzuki once on the lips briefly before burying himself in the tight warm body beneath him. “Fuuuuck…” he groaned, eyes closed, as Tsuzuki’s internal muscles rippled reluctantly around him.
Tsuzuki’s back arched in pain, a small scream leaving his lips as the doctor took him and burning pain radiated from somewhere inside him. “Sssh… relax…” the doctor soothed, brushing away the tears that were forming in dazzling violet eyes, “Just get used to me for a moment - tell me when you’re ready.” Tsuzuki nodded, trying to make his body relax around the hard invasion. Watari had always been so gentle with him - he’d never imagined going unprepared could hurt so much. He gasped as he felt gentle fingers encircling his length, eyes closing as the doctor used his talented hands to take away his pain. Tsuzuki moaned softly as the pleasure began to build and the pain ebbed away.
“Are you ready for me?” came the soft voice, and Tsuzuki nodded - thrusting his hips a little as if to prove it.
Muraki released his lover’s erection, placing one hand on each of the shinigami’s thighs and holding them against him as he slowly began to thrust.
Tsuzuki groaned appreciatively as the man moved within him - his eyes suddenly opening wide and a strangled cry leaving his lips as a shockwave of ecstatic pleasure traveled up his spine and left him quivering and gasping for more.
Watari’s face was pressed against the window now, his breath steaming up the glass so that he was forced to wipe it clean every few minutes.
“Yes, Tsuzuki, oh yes!” cried Muraki, thrusting deep within him and hitting his most sensitive of places, so the man’s body would tighten around him - bringing him ever closer to completion. Lust-filled icy eyes looked straight ahead locking with startled amber ones - a smirk dancing upon his parted lips as he felt his orgasm approaching.
Watari almost fell from his position as the doctor locked eyes with him - he knew he should leave before Tsuzuki realized, but he found himself unable to; so transfixed by the debauchery before him.
“Muraki… Gods! Ah… mmm… oh!” Came Tsuzuki’s incoherent exclamation of his pleasure as he finally came - hot seed spilling onto his chest.
Feeling the shuddering tightness of the man around him and hearing his voice breaking so delectably was more than enough to finish Muraki, and he came hard - head thrown back, screaming his lover’s name.
As the last few shudders left his body, he had just enough control of himself to withdraw from the brunette’s body and pull away before collapsing half on top of him. “Gods Tsuzuki… so… so good!” he choked out, voice hoarse as he gasped for breath.
“Mmm…” was the only reply as Tsuzuki looped his arms around the doctor’s neck and held onto him, as if afraid the man would get up and leave there and then. Still panting, the platinum-blonde pulled his lover closer, kissing his hair and whispereing the man’s name over and over.
Outside, Watari turned away and spirit-jumped home - feeling rejected and unloved even as he wanked himself off.