[Yami no Matsuei] "Feeding Frenzy" (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for Any, any/any, "I'm hungry for sex, is that gluttony or lust?" Featuring mild Muraki/Tsuzuki, and a lot of banter.
Late night watch, and Tsuzuki had slipped into his favorite coffee shop for a cup of fresh coffee and something sweet to fortify himself. He was heading out, going back to his post, when someone stepped out of the shadows and into his path, causing him to slosh coffee over himself.
"Whoops, sorry! Wasn't looking where I was going," Tsuzuki said, apologetically. And then he looked up, into the face of Muraki, smirking down on him, hands in the pockets of his long white lab coat. "Muraki?! What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded.
"I was on my way in for a cup of tea: the canteen at the clinic is sub-par when it comes to green tea," Muraki replied. In the surgical scrubs under his coat, he looked even leaner than usual, like a predatory cat. As he looked Tsuzuki up and down, a hungry look crossed his face, and he licked his lips delicately. "But I may change my plans."
"What are you talking about? Cut the crap, Muraki and get to the point," Tsuzuki snapped. "Stop speaking in riddles!"
"Very well: the sight of you, with a cup of coffee and a box of cupcakes -- red velvet, I believe, from the scent -- all that is making me hungry for sex," Muraki murmured. "And given my needs and the way I choose to fulfill those needs, I don't know if that constitutes gluttony or lust. Or both, it hardly matters, as I don't mind indulging in either."
"Well, you're not feeding off of me," Tsuzuki replied, preparing to throw the rest of his coffee at Muraki.
"And if you throw that, I'll just have to strip out of my wet clothes, and I know that will only make *you* hungry," Muraki noted, moving in closer. "Don't think I didn't notice you looking me over. When, may I ask, was the last time you tasted the love of another?"
"That's none of your damn business, Muraki," Tsuzuki snarled, throwing the box of red velvet cupcakes at Muraki.
The taller, paler man caught the box, lifting the lid. "Hmm, I guessed rightly: and I assure you, I shall enjoy every bite of them; the taste will remind me of you." He took one out and bit into it, rolling his good eye in bliss. "Hmmm, you have good taste."
"Grrrr! Go ahead and have them, you creep!" Tsuzuki snarled, storming off.
"I may be back for seconds," Muraki called after him.
Late night watch, and Tsuzuki had slipped into his favorite coffee shop for a cup of fresh coffee and something sweet to fortify himself. He was heading out, going back to his post, when someone stepped out of the shadows and into his path, causing him to slosh coffee over himself.
"Whoops, sorry! Wasn't looking where I was going," Tsuzuki said, apologetically. And then he looked up, into the face of Muraki, smirking down on him, hands in the pockets of his long white lab coat. "Muraki?! What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded.
"I was on my way in for a cup of tea: the canteen at the clinic is sub-par when it comes to green tea," Muraki replied. In the surgical scrubs under his coat, he looked even leaner than usual, like a predatory cat. As he looked Tsuzuki up and down, a hungry look crossed his face, and he licked his lips delicately. "But I may change my plans."
"What are you talking about? Cut the crap, Muraki and get to the point," Tsuzuki snapped. "Stop speaking in riddles!"
"Very well: the sight of you, with a cup of coffee and a box of cupcakes -- red velvet, I believe, from the scent -- all that is making me hungry for sex," Muraki murmured. "And given my needs and the way I choose to fulfill those needs, I don't know if that constitutes gluttony or lust. Or both, it hardly matters, as I don't mind indulging in either."
"Well, you're not feeding off of me," Tsuzuki replied, preparing to throw the rest of his coffee at Muraki.
"And if you throw that, I'll just have to strip out of my wet clothes, and I know that will only make *you* hungry," Muraki noted, moving in closer. "Don't think I didn't notice you looking me over. When, may I ask, was the last time you tasted the love of another?"
"That's none of your damn business, Muraki," Tsuzuki snarled, throwing the box of red velvet cupcakes at Muraki.
The taller, paler man caught the box, lifting the lid. "Hmm, I guessed rightly: and I assure you, I shall enjoy every bite of them; the taste will remind me of you." He took one out and bit into it, rolling his good eye in bliss. "Hmmm, you have good taste."
"Grrrr! Go ahead and have them, you creep!" Tsuzuki snarled, storming off.
"I may be back for seconds," Muraki called after him.