[Yami no Matsuei] (PG-13) [Muraki/Tsuzuki]
Author's Note: Originally written for comment_fic's "Author's choice; author's choice;
I'm drunk
And right now I'm so in love with you
And I don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do
Lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars
While the Devil wants to **** me in the back of his car
(Nine Inch Nails, "The Only Time")
Warning: Dub-con
A typical Friday night, after an especially tough case involving a teenaged girl who hadn't wanted to leave the mortal world. Tsuzuki had found a bar and occupied one of stools. When the bartender refilled his sake glass, he didn't refuse over the course of the evening, till he could barely sit up on his own and the lights in the room swam.
He felt a pale shadow approach and seat itself on the stool beside his and a strong arm slipped itself behind his back.
"It is a fortunate thing that you aren't alive, Mister Tsuzuki," an all-too-familiar mellow voice whispered in his ear. "You'd be dead of alcohol poisoning or cirrhosis of the liver by now."
Tsuzuki tried to pulled out from under the arm, but in so doing, he very nearly fell off his stool. "Go 'way, Muraki," he muttered. "Juss' need t' be 'lone."
"Mmm, alone with several quarts of sake inside you," Muraki said. He turned to the barkeep. "Put his tab on mine: I'll see that he gets home safely." And rising, he steered Tsuzuki to the door and out onto the kerb, where a car waited, the driver leaning against the rear door.
"Y' don' haft do thiss, I can fine muh own way home," Tsuzuki muttered, trying to disengage from Muraki's hold.
"And come to some harm on the way there? You might be immortal, but it would weigh on what little conscience I have left if it did," Muraki said, soothingly. "Home, Sakaki-kun, I've found an unfortunate stray puppy," Muraki said, as the driver opened the door for them.
"As you wish, sir," the younger man said, helping him to assist Tsuzuki into the rear seat. Tsuzuki stopped trying to push them away, and let himself go limp on the leather upholstery. Muraki got in beside him and pulled the door closed.
"Leave me 'lone, Muraki," Tsuzuki muttered, feeling Muraki's hand finding his thigh in the darkness, but he couldn't help quivering with delight and parting his knees to let the intruder caress him.
"Come now, you may as well speak what you think and feel," Muraki said, leaning over him. "Your lips say one thing, but your actions speak otherwise. Which one is the lie?"
"Aw right..." Tsuzuki muttered. "I'm drunk. I'm too drunk t' care whatcha do wiff me. Go 'head an' take me like y' wanttoo, take me right here an' now if that'ss watcha want."
Muraki chuckled darkly and Tsuzuki felt him kneel over him. "Now isn't it so much better when you tell the truth?" he asked, leaning in and kissing the pit of his throat.
I'm drunk
And right now I'm so in love with you
And I don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do
Lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars
While the Devil wants to **** me in the back of his car
(Nine Inch Nails, "The Only Time")
Warning: Dub-con
A typical Friday night, after an especially tough case involving a teenaged girl who hadn't wanted to leave the mortal world. Tsuzuki had found a bar and occupied one of stools. When the bartender refilled his sake glass, he didn't refuse over the course of the evening, till he could barely sit up on his own and the lights in the room swam.
He felt a pale shadow approach and seat itself on the stool beside his and a strong arm slipped itself behind his back.
"It is a fortunate thing that you aren't alive, Mister Tsuzuki," an all-too-familiar mellow voice whispered in his ear. "You'd be dead of alcohol poisoning or cirrhosis of the liver by now."
Tsuzuki tried to pulled out from under the arm, but in so doing, he very nearly fell off his stool. "Go 'way, Muraki," he muttered. "Juss' need t' be 'lone."
"Mmm, alone with several quarts of sake inside you," Muraki said. He turned to the barkeep. "Put his tab on mine: I'll see that he gets home safely." And rising, he steered Tsuzuki to the door and out onto the kerb, where a car waited, the driver leaning against the rear door.
"Y' don' haft do thiss, I can fine muh own way home," Tsuzuki muttered, trying to disengage from Muraki's hold.
"And come to some harm on the way there? You might be immortal, but it would weigh on what little conscience I have left if it did," Muraki said, soothingly. "Home, Sakaki-kun, I've found an unfortunate stray puppy," Muraki said, as the driver opened the door for them.
"As you wish, sir," the younger man said, helping him to assist Tsuzuki into the rear seat. Tsuzuki stopped trying to push them away, and let himself go limp on the leather upholstery. Muraki got in beside him and pulled the door closed.
"Leave me 'lone, Muraki," Tsuzuki muttered, feeling Muraki's hand finding his thigh in the darkness, but he couldn't help quivering with delight and parting his knees to let the intruder caress him.
"Come now, you may as well speak what you think and feel," Muraki said, leaning over him. "Your lips say one thing, but your actions speak otherwise. Which one is the lie?"
"Aw right..." Tsuzuki muttered. "I'm drunk. I'm too drunk t' care whatcha do wiff me. Go 'head an' take me like y' wanttoo, take me right here an' now if that'ss watcha want."
Muraki chuckled darkly and Tsuzuki felt him kneel over him. "Now isn't it so much better when you tell the truth?" he asked, leaning in and kissing the pit of his throat.