[Yami no Matsuei] "Shinigami Unveiled" (R)
Author's Note: Written for 
kink_bingo's "exposure/exhibitionism". Set in the same AU where Tsuzuki is Muraki's pet. Related to the "orgies / decadence" fic, but is a stand-alone fic.
A party in the home of a vampire coven leader known only as The Contessa, though calling it that would be like calling a stretch limo a simple means of transportation. Tsuzuki had seen lavish parties like this in mansions like The Contessa's only in movies with multi-million dollar budgets, but attending a party like this came as one of the perks of being Muraki's pet.
Though that meant that Muraki took the "pet" part quiet literally, and The Contessa took an especial delight in testing the patience of the vampires in her coven. Muraki might feed differently than most of the others in the coven, but that did not excuse him from the kind of tests she put to the blood drinkers -- correction, the sanguinarians.
And that test had obliged Muraki to strip Tsuzuki to his skin, except for the mask that covered the shinigami's lovely face except for his violet eyes. Muraki must have put a glamour of some kind on the lavish gown that Tsuzuki had worn as they had entered the ballroom, a spell that hid Tsuzuki's true nature, for in revealing his flesh, the removal of the gown had also revealed his spirit. As he and his keeper moved through the gathering, Tsuzuki could see them take a step or two back from him, even as they watched their progress. He knew that every eye in the room had turned to him, that every vampire, sanguinarian and psychic alike, had honed in on his presence with a mixture of curiosity and fear. As he and his keeper moved through the gathering, his arm through Muraki's, he could feel his keeper's mixed indignation and amusement: indignation at the challenge that The Contessa had given him and amusement at the effect that Tsuzuki's presence and beauty had on the assembled vampires. Through the eyeholes of the mask, as he darted a look at Muraki, he could see a hint of quiet pleasure in the serene smirk that crossed Muraki's face.
As they moved through the crowd, he on Muraki's left so his keeper could keep Tsuzuki in the range of his one good eye, he felt less vulnerable and more... liberated seemed the right word for it. The gown with its built-in corseting had constrained his torso, and the weight of the skirts had limited his movements. But once freed of the gown, he could move freely, even if his keeper's hand on his told him that he could only move so far. Even still, he could feel the air around them caressing places on his body that rarely felt the air, flowing between his thighs and around his secrets, cooling them, yet somehow awakening his shaft. Or perhaps the thought that he moved naked among a bunch of vampires had caused his flesh to react in a very contradictory way. Or he found it inciting somehow, since he had these vampires in a quiet tizzy: they knew they could not kill him, but he could bring them the final death if it came to that. Muraki must have taken notice of this arousal, for he heard his master emit a small sound, something between a purr of pleasure and a growl of annoyance, and Tsuzuki knew the reason for the annoyance: he wanted the monopoly on causing Tsuzuki's arousal. And for once, Tsuzuki could not help but agree with his master.
"Master, you wanna blow this joint? I think the guests are getting a bit too interested in me," Tsuzuki hissed to Muraki.
"If we left now, that would offend Milady," Muraki replied. "And besides: I'm rather amused that you have the crowd caught between fear and arousal. They all desire a taste of you, and yet they fear the strength that your nature affords you."
"Yeah, well, I'd say my spirit is a lot stronger than my flesh," Tsuzuki said, glancing down at his quickening shaft. "Sorry about that, Master."
"It's the novelty of it all: it's normal, dare I say natural, even though both of us are supernatural," Muraki replied. Then leaning in closer, his lips close to Tsuzuki's ear, he said, "They can look at you, they can fantasize about feeding from you, but only *I* will be the one who tastes you."
"Better the devil you know than the one you don't know... Master," Tsuzuki replied.
"Good," Muraki murmured, pulling his lips from Tsuzuki's ear and pulling him closer.
kink_bingo's "exposure/exhibitionism". Set in the same AU where Tsuzuki is Muraki's pet. Related to the "orgies / decadence" fic, but is a stand-alone fic.
A party in the home of a vampire coven leader known only as The Contessa, though calling it that would be like calling a stretch limo a simple means of transportation. Tsuzuki had seen lavish parties like this in mansions like The Contessa's only in movies with multi-million dollar budgets, but attending a party like this came as one of the perks of being Muraki's pet.
Though that meant that Muraki took the "pet" part quiet literally, and The Contessa took an especial delight in testing the patience of the vampires in her coven. Muraki might feed differently than most of the others in the coven, but that did not excuse him from the kind of tests she put to the blood drinkers -- correction, the sanguinarians.
And that test had obliged Muraki to strip Tsuzuki to his skin, except for the mask that covered the shinigami's lovely face except for his violet eyes. Muraki must have put a glamour of some kind on the lavish gown that Tsuzuki had worn as they had entered the ballroom, a spell that hid Tsuzuki's true nature, for in revealing his flesh, the removal of the gown had also revealed his spirit. As he and his keeper moved through the gathering, Tsuzuki could see them take a step or two back from him, even as they watched their progress. He knew that every eye in the room had turned to him, that every vampire, sanguinarian and psychic alike, had honed in on his presence with a mixture of curiosity and fear. As he and his keeper moved through the gathering, his arm through Muraki's, he could feel his keeper's mixed indignation and amusement: indignation at the challenge that The Contessa had given him and amusement at the effect that Tsuzuki's presence and beauty had on the assembled vampires. Through the eyeholes of the mask, as he darted a look at Muraki, he could see a hint of quiet pleasure in the serene smirk that crossed Muraki's face.
As they moved through the crowd, he on Muraki's left so his keeper could keep Tsuzuki in the range of his one good eye, he felt less vulnerable and more... liberated seemed the right word for it. The gown with its built-in corseting had constrained his torso, and the weight of the skirts had limited his movements. But once freed of the gown, he could move freely, even if his keeper's hand on his told him that he could only move so far. Even still, he could feel the air around them caressing places on his body that rarely felt the air, flowing between his thighs and around his secrets, cooling them, yet somehow awakening his shaft. Or perhaps the thought that he moved naked among a bunch of vampires had caused his flesh to react in a very contradictory way. Or he found it inciting somehow, since he had these vampires in a quiet tizzy: they knew they could not kill him, but he could bring them the final death if it came to that. Muraki must have taken notice of this arousal, for he heard his master emit a small sound, something between a purr of pleasure and a growl of annoyance, and Tsuzuki knew the reason for the annoyance: he wanted the monopoly on causing Tsuzuki's arousal. And for once, Tsuzuki could not help but agree with his master.
"Master, you wanna blow this joint? I think the guests are getting a bit too interested in me," Tsuzuki hissed to Muraki.
"If we left now, that would offend Milady," Muraki replied. "And besides: I'm rather amused that you have the crowd caught between fear and arousal. They all desire a taste of you, and yet they fear the strength that your nature affords you."
"Yeah, well, I'd say my spirit is a lot stronger than my flesh," Tsuzuki said, glancing down at his quickening shaft. "Sorry about that, Master."
"It's the novelty of it all: it's normal, dare I say natural, even though both of us are supernatural," Muraki replied. Then leaning in closer, his lips close to Tsuzuki's ear, he said, "They can look at you, they can fantasize about feeding from you, but only *I* will be the one who tastes you."
"Better the devil you know than the one you don't know... Master," Tsuzuki replied.
"Good," Muraki murmured, pulling his lips from Tsuzuki's ear and pulling him closer.