FIC- Yami no Matsuei- for lirren
Title: Best Friends With Benefits
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing Watari/Tsuzuki
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
For lirren's request
“One more round!”
“Tsuzuki,” Watari said slowly, “you’ve said that three times already.”
Tsuzuki blinked at him. “Have I?”
“Yeah, you have,” Watari answered.
“Oh,” Tsuzuki said. He thought this over for a moment. “One more round!” he called out boisterously.
Watari rolled his eyes, but dutifully ordered more drinks. He didn’t actually mind. This wasn’t “Tsuzuki has just lost another partner, and needs someone with him,” nor was it “Tsuzuki just had to retrieve the soul of a child, and is now trying to drown his misery in alcohol.” It was just “Tsuzuki and Watari out on the town.”
Tsuzuki poked Watari in the side. “I noticed you got new lab equipment today. How did you convince Tatsumi to spring for it?”
It was a fair question. Last week Tatsumi had sworn to cut every last yen of Watari’s funding (some people were so touchy after being turned green). It had taken a lot of groveling on Watari’s part, and finally a promise to work on nothing but official Shokan division projects for four months (Tatsumi had wanted a year; Watari had wanted a week). But that was too boring a story to tell, so instead Watari tossed his hair and winked. “I have my ways,” he said, his voice sultry.
Tsuzuki gave a theatrical gasp. “Watari! Don’t tell me that you…Am I not enough for you?”
“Tsuzuki, no!” Watari’s reply was no less melodramatic. “You’re more than enough. You’re my buddy, my pal.” He leered. “My sexy, sexy pal.”
Tsuzuki grinned right back. He grabbed Watari’s hands. “Oh, Watari.”
“Oh, Tsuzuki.” They both burst out laughing, and studiously ignored the dirty looks the barkeep was giving them.
Watari took a gulp of beer. Tsuzuki, on the other hand, managed to drain his glass.
“Are you sure you should be drinking so much?” Watari asked. “I won’t kiss you if you throw up.”
“Not a problem!” Tsuzuki exclaimed. “My stomach is so strong that they call me the boa constrictor.”
Watari thought this over. “Who’s ‘they?’”
“Huh?”
“You said that ‘they’ call you the boa constrictor. Who’s ‘they?’”
“Uh, you know, ‘they.’” Tsuzuki hung his head. “Okay, I call myself the boa constrictor.”
Watari snickered. “It’s a good nickname, at least.”
Tsuzuki perked up. “You think so?”
“Definitely.” It was a good nickname. Watari loved it. Of course, that might have been the alcohol talking. Watari could feel it going to his head.
“One more round!” Tsuzuki shouted, but Watari held up his hand.
“That would be a bad idea. Anymore and I might get drunk.” Watari didn’t like being drunk. It made his head feel all fuzzy. Watari preferred being able to think clearly. Slightly tipsy, like he was now, was as far as he wanted to go.
Tsuzuki looked disappointed, but only for a moment. “That means we have to go to your place,” he said teasing.
Watari grinned. “Deal.”
They left the bar, walking only slightly off balance, ducked into an empty alley, and teleported back to Watari’s house in Meifu. (They always went drinking in Chijou. Tsuzuki insisted that the bars had more character.)
Once home, Watari decided that it had been smart not to get drunk. Teleport drunk and you could wind up anywhere. (Though Tsuzuki’s accidental adventure in Okinawa always made for a good story.)
Completely at home, Tsuzuki flopped onto the couch. “Do you have any new movies?” he asked, searching for the remote.
Watari threw up his hands. “We’re all alone, and he wants to watch TV,” he complained to no one in particular.
Tsuzuki stuck out his tongue. “What do you want to do, then?”
Watari sat down on the couch. “Well,” he said as he inched closer to Tsuzuki, “I want to…” their lips were almost touching…”make some popcorn!” He leapt away from the couch so quickly and suddenly that Tsuzuki fell off with an inelegant squawk.
“Can we put caramel on the popcorn?” asked Tsuzuki as he stood and followed Watari into the kitchen, trying not to be disappointed with the sudden topic change.
“We’ll cover it in caramel!” Watari answered.
That cheered Tsuzuki up a bit. Popcorn wasn’t as good as making out, but caramel corn…well, it was a close call. Besides, this way he could do things like nuzzle Watari’s neck while the scientist worked. Watari was a flurry of activity, measuring, pouring, and getting out ingredients that Tsuzuki was pretty sure weren’t required to make caramel corn. Tsuzuki shook his head. Watari just wasn’t happy unless he was making things far more complicated than they needed to be.
Watari turned around to kiss Tsuzuki, and then pushed him gently. “Shoo. Let the genius work,” he said good naturedly. Tsuzuki obediently left and began to amuse himself by trying to find something good on TV.
About a dozen channels later, Watari appeared carrying a gigantic bowl of caramel corn. He sat down next to Tsuzuki, putting the bowl between them.
“What’re you watching?”
“Some Edo period drama. I think it’s from the sixties.”
“Is it any good?”
“No.”
“Then why are we watching it?” Watari picked up the remote, and flipped through a few channels before settling on an enka concert.
“Hey, I know this song!” Tsuzuki said excitedly. He and Watari were able to pass half an hour singing along to the songs they knew and messing up the words to the ones they didn’t, all the while snacking on caramel corn. Eventually however, their interest waned and the caramel corn ran low. Tsuzuki was licking and sucking on his fingers, trying to get the last of the caramel off of them. He was loud and he was graceless. It shouldn’t have been sexy, but Watari found himself transfixed. Tsuzuki looked up, noticed Watari watching him, and smiled mischievously. He turned off the TV, then started to lick more purposefully. He nibbled at the tips of his fingers, and moaned a little, just for effect. Watari tried to look unaffected, but it was only a minute before he simply couldn’t take it anymore, and had launched himself across the couch, planting his lips firmly on Tsuzuki’s. Tsuzuki fell backwards a bit, but regained his equilibrium, and started kissing Watari eagerly. He wrapped his arms around the scientist, and sent one hand under the waistline of Watari’s jeans. Watari responded by grinding his hips against Tsuzuki’s. After a few minutes of this, Watari pulled away. Tsuzuki began to protest, but stopped when he realized that Watari was undoing his belt. Tsuzuki raised his hips to help Watari along, and soon Tsuzuki’s pants and underwear were around his knees.
Watari lowered his head, and wrapped his lips around Tsuzuki’s cock. Tsuzuki let out a groan as Watari ran his tongue along his shaft.
Tsuzuki writhed, and Watari took the opportunity to reach out and grab the lube that was on top of the side table without taking his mouth of off Tsuzuki. (Not everyone could multitask like that, and Watari was quite proud of the ability.) He unscrewed the cap, applied a liberal amount to his hand, and pushed one finger inside Tsuzuki. He moved it around slowly for a little while before inserting another one. He took a break to gently graze his teeth against Tsuzuki’s cock, and to give one more long suck. Tsuzuki moaned and came hard in Watari’s mouth.
Watari didn’t like the taste of semen, but there was nowhere to spit, so he swallowed, then kissed Tsuzuki deeply to get rid of the flavor. Once that was accomplished, he returned his attentions to stretching Tsuzuki. Two fingers could now fit comfortably, so he slid one more in, and moved all three around, slowly and gently.
Once Tsuzuki was sufficiently loose, Watari pulled back. He removed his pants and underwear as quickly as he could, cursing every second that he had to wait. He applied more lube to his cock, then carefully entered Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki tossed his head, and made a sound that was partly pain, but mostly pleasure. Watari smiled, and started moving in and out. He grunted in satisfaction as Tsuzuki began to move his hips in time to Watari’s thrusts. Watari bent down to steal kisses, loving the way Tsuzuki’s lips would part slightly every time he gasped in pleasure. Watari took advantage of Tsuzuki’s open mouth, and captured his friend’s lower lip between his teeth, and nibbled lightly. All the while, the two of them moved their bodies in sync, until Watari came with one final thrust. He pulled out of Tsuzuki languorously, and was about to lie back and relax, when he heard Tsuzuki let out a soft moan. Watari looked down, and saw that his friend was hard again. He smirked and cupped Tsuzuki’s balls.
“Gee, someone’s insatiable tonight,” he said, caressing the tender flesh.
“Watari, hurry up,” Tsuzuki whimpered.
Watari snickered. “You sound just like a dog.”
Tsuzuki gasped in mock horror. “Watari! I didn’t know you were into that.”
Watari smacked Tsuzuki on the thigh. “None of that, now, or I’ll leave you like this.”
Tsuzuki shook his head furiously. “No! I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Watari laughed. “In that case…” He wrapped one hand around Tsuzuki’s cock, and began to stroke up and down the shaft, while his other hand gently massaged Tsuzuki’s balls. It didn’t take long for Tsuzuki to come. Watari nodded, satisfied, kissed Tsuzuki, and then wiped his wet hand on Tsuzuki’s shirt. Tsuzuki glared, but was too tired to protest. They were both spent, and it was so much easier to just go limp and collapse, Tsuzuki on the couch, and Watari on top of Tsuzuki. They were only there for a minute, however, before Watari started to prop himself up.
“Come on, we should get to bed.”
“Why?” asked Tsuzuki tiredly. “It’s comfy here.”
“Maybe for you; you’re on a nice, soft couch. I’m stuck on top of a lumpy, bony shinigami.”
“’M not lumpy,” Tsuzuki slurred.
“Yes you are,” Watari replied. He sighed and stood up. “Fine, you can stay here, but I’m going to bed.”
“Ok. G’night.”
Watari shook his head fondly as he walked. Once he finally reached the bedroom, he gave a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. He noticed the clock on his bedside table, and realized that he hadn’t set the alarm. He and Tsuzuki would both be late for work tomorrow. Tatsumi would be furious. Watari knew that that should bother him, but he was sleepy and satisfied, and he simply couldn’t work up the energy to care.
The sound of Tsuzuki’s snoring would have been grating up close, but at this distance it lulled Watari to sleep quite nicely. He had one last thought before drifting off.
Do I have a great best friend, or what?
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing Watari/Tsuzuki
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
For lirren's request
“One more round!”
“Tsuzuki,” Watari said slowly, “you’ve said that three times already.”
Tsuzuki blinked at him. “Have I?”
“Yeah, you have,” Watari answered.
“Oh,” Tsuzuki said. He thought this over for a moment. “One more round!” he called out boisterously.
Watari rolled his eyes, but dutifully ordered more drinks. He didn’t actually mind. This wasn’t “Tsuzuki has just lost another partner, and needs someone with him,” nor was it “Tsuzuki just had to retrieve the soul of a child, and is now trying to drown his misery in alcohol.” It was just “Tsuzuki and Watari out on the town.”
Tsuzuki poked Watari in the side. “I noticed you got new lab equipment today. How did you convince Tatsumi to spring for it?”
It was a fair question. Last week Tatsumi had sworn to cut every last yen of Watari’s funding (some people were so touchy after being turned green). It had taken a lot of groveling on Watari’s part, and finally a promise to work on nothing but official Shokan division projects for four months (Tatsumi had wanted a year; Watari had wanted a week). But that was too boring a story to tell, so instead Watari tossed his hair and winked. “I have my ways,” he said, his voice sultry.
Tsuzuki gave a theatrical gasp. “Watari! Don’t tell me that you…Am I not enough for you?”
“Tsuzuki, no!” Watari’s reply was no less melodramatic. “You’re more than enough. You’re my buddy, my pal.” He leered. “My sexy, sexy pal.”
Tsuzuki grinned right back. He grabbed Watari’s hands. “Oh, Watari.”
“Oh, Tsuzuki.” They both burst out laughing, and studiously ignored the dirty looks the barkeep was giving them.
Watari took a gulp of beer. Tsuzuki, on the other hand, managed to drain his glass.
“Are you sure you should be drinking so much?” Watari asked. “I won’t kiss you if you throw up.”
“Not a problem!” Tsuzuki exclaimed. “My stomach is so strong that they call me the boa constrictor.”
Watari thought this over. “Who’s ‘they?’”
“Huh?”
“You said that ‘they’ call you the boa constrictor. Who’s ‘they?’”
“Uh, you know, ‘they.’” Tsuzuki hung his head. “Okay, I call myself the boa constrictor.”
Watari snickered. “It’s a good nickname, at least.”
Tsuzuki perked up. “You think so?”
“Definitely.” It was a good nickname. Watari loved it. Of course, that might have been the alcohol talking. Watari could feel it going to his head.
“One more round!” Tsuzuki shouted, but Watari held up his hand.
“That would be a bad idea. Anymore and I might get drunk.” Watari didn’t like being drunk. It made his head feel all fuzzy. Watari preferred being able to think clearly. Slightly tipsy, like he was now, was as far as he wanted to go.
Tsuzuki looked disappointed, but only for a moment. “That means we have to go to your place,” he said teasing.
Watari grinned. “Deal.”
They left the bar, walking only slightly off balance, ducked into an empty alley, and teleported back to Watari’s house in Meifu. (They always went drinking in Chijou. Tsuzuki insisted that the bars had more character.)
Once home, Watari decided that it had been smart not to get drunk. Teleport drunk and you could wind up anywhere. (Though Tsuzuki’s accidental adventure in Okinawa always made for a good story.)
Completely at home, Tsuzuki flopped onto the couch. “Do you have any new movies?” he asked, searching for the remote.
Watari threw up his hands. “We’re all alone, and he wants to watch TV,” he complained to no one in particular.
Tsuzuki stuck out his tongue. “What do you want to do, then?”
Watari sat down on the couch. “Well,” he said as he inched closer to Tsuzuki, “I want to…” their lips were almost touching…”make some popcorn!” He leapt away from the couch so quickly and suddenly that Tsuzuki fell off with an inelegant squawk.
“Can we put caramel on the popcorn?” asked Tsuzuki as he stood and followed Watari into the kitchen, trying not to be disappointed with the sudden topic change.
“We’ll cover it in caramel!” Watari answered.
That cheered Tsuzuki up a bit. Popcorn wasn’t as good as making out, but caramel corn…well, it was a close call. Besides, this way he could do things like nuzzle Watari’s neck while the scientist worked. Watari was a flurry of activity, measuring, pouring, and getting out ingredients that Tsuzuki was pretty sure weren’t required to make caramel corn. Tsuzuki shook his head. Watari just wasn’t happy unless he was making things far more complicated than they needed to be.
Watari turned around to kiss Tsuzuki, and then pushed him gently. “Shoo. Let the genius work,” he said good naturedly. Tsuzuki obediently left and began to amuse himself by trying to find something good on TV.
About a dozen channels later, Watari appeared carrying a gigantic bowl of caramel corn. He sat down next to Tsuzuki, putting the bowl between them.
“What’re you watching?”
“Some Edo period drama. I think it’s from the sixties.”
“Is it any good?”
“No.”
“Then why are we watching it?” Watari picked up the remote, and flipped through a few channels before settling on an enka concert.
“Hey, I know this song!” Tsuzuki said excitedly. He and Watari were able to pass half an hour singing along to the songs they knew and messing up the words to the ones they didn’t, all the while snacking on caramel corn. Eventually however, their interest waned and the caramel corn ran low. Tsuzuki was licking and sucking on his fingers, trying to get the last of the caramel off of them. He was loud and he was graceless. It shouldn’t have been sexy, but Watari found himself transfixed. Tsuzuki looked up, noticed Watari watching him, and smiled mischievously. He turned off the TV, then started to lick more purposefully. He nibbled at the tips of his fingers, and moaned a little, just for effect. Watari tried to look unaffected, but it was only a minute before he simply couldn’t take it anymore, and had launched himself across the couch, planting his lips firmly on Tsuzuki’s. Tsuzuki fell backwards a bit, but regained his equilibrium, and started kissing Watari eagerly. He wrapped his arms around the scientist, and sent one hand under the waistline of Watari’s jeans. Watari responded by grinding his hips against Tsuzuki’s. After a few minutes of this, Watari pulled away. Tsuzuki began to protest, but stopped when he realized that Watari was undoing his belt. Tsuzuki raised his hips to help Watari along, and soon Tsuzuki’s pants and underwear were around his knees.
Watari lowered his head, and wrapped his lips around Tsuzuki’s cock. Tsuzuki let out a groan as Watari ran his tongue along his shaft.
Tsuzuki writhed, and Watari took the opportunity to reach out and grab the lube that was on top of the side table without taking his mouth of off Tsuzuki. (Not everyone could multitask like that, and Watari was quite proud of the ability.) He unscrewed the cap, applied a liberal amount to his hand, and pushed one finger inside Tsuzuki. He moved it around slowly for a little while before inserting another one. He took a break to gently graze his teeth against Tsuzuki’s cock, and to give one more long suck. Tsuzuki moaned and came hard in Watari’s mouth.
Watari didn’t like the taste of semen, but there was nowhere to spit, so he swallowed, then kissed Tsuzuki deeply to get rid of the flavor. Once that was accomplished, he returned his attentions to stretching Tsuzuki. Two fingers could now fit comfortably, so he slid one more in, and moved all three around, slowly and gently.
Once Tsuzuki was sufficiently loose, Watari pulled back. He removed his pants and underwear as quickly as he could, cursing every second that he had to wait. He applied more lube to his cock, then carefully entered Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki tossed his head, and made a sound that was partly pain, but mostly pleasure. Watari smiled, and started moving in and out. He grunted in satisfaction as Tsuzuki began to move his hips in time to Watari’s thrusts. Watari bent down to steal kisses, loving the way Tsuzuki’s lips would part slightly every time he gasped in pleasure. Watari took advantage of Tsuzuki’s open mouth, and captured his friend’s lower lip between his teeth, and nibbled lightly. All the while, the two of them moved their bodies in sync, until Watari came with one final thrust. He pulled out of Tsuzuki languorously, and was about to lie back and relax, when he heard Tsuzuki let out a soft moan. Watari looked down, and saw that his friend was hard again. He smirked and cupped Tsuzuki’s balls.
“Gee, someone’s insatiable tonight,” he said, caressing the tender flesh.
“Watari, hurry up,” Tsuzuki whimpered.
Watari snickered. “You sound just like a dog.”
Tsuzuki gasped in mock horror. “Watari! I didn’t know you were into that.”
Watari smacked Tsuzuki on the thigh. “None of that, now, or I’ll leave you like this.”
Tsuzuki shook his head furiously. “No! I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Watari laughed. “In that case…” He wrapped one hand around Tsuzuki’s cock, and began to stroke up and down the shaft, while his other hand gently massaged Tsuzuki’s balls. It didn’t take long for Tsuzuki to come. Watari nodded, satisfied, kissed Tsuzuki, and then wiped his wet hand on Tsuzuki’s shirt. Tsuzuki glared, but was too tired to protest. They were both spent, and it was so much easier to just go limp and collapse, Tsuzuki on the couch, and Watari on top of Tsuzuki. They were only there for a minute, however, before Watari started to prop himself up.
“Come on, we should get to bed.”
“Why?” asked Tsuzuki tiredly. “It’s comfy here.”
“Maybe for you; you’re on a nice, soft couch. I’m stuck on top of a lumpy, bony shinigami.”
“’M not lumpy,” Tsuzuki slurred.
“Yes you are,” Watari replied. He sighed and stood up. “Fine, you can stay here, but I’m going to bed.”
“Ok. G’night.”
Watari shook his head fondly as he walked. Once he finally reached the bedroom, he gave a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. He noticed the clock on his bedside table, and realized that he hadn’t set the alarm. He and Tsuzuki would both be late for work tomorrow. Tatsumi would be furious. Watari knew that that should bother him, but he was sleepy and satisfied, and he simply couldn’t work up the energy to care.
The sound of Tsuzuki’s snoring would have been grating up close, but at this distance it lulled Watari to sleep quite nicely. He had one last thought before drifting off.
Do I have a great best friend, or what?