[Yami no Matsuei] "Role-Reversal" (R)
Author's Note: Written for < lj user="comment_fic">'s Any; Any; The first time they switched roles in bed. Featuring Muraki and Tsuzuki, possibly in an AU.
"I want you on top of me," Muraki said that night, as they prepared for bed.
Tsuzuki stared at his keeper, hardly believing the words. Most nights, Muraki pushed him back onto the bed and mounted him, but this night, the air in the room felt different, less disturbed by his keeper's dark aura. "What did you just say?"
"Did I stutter?" Muraki said, smirking, as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, leaning back against the folds of the covers, turned down to receive them. "You heard me rightly. I want you to be the one holding me down for a change."
"You're sure about this?" Tsuzuki asked, coming closer, but not yet making a move. "I thought you... needed this to sustain yourself."
"I can take from you whether you're the one above or below me," Muraki replied, crossing his long legs under the skirts of his robe.
Tsuzuki could hardly keep from staring when his keeper did that. He seemed to be enticing him on purpose, trying to get him hot and bothered, when usually Muraki tried to get him to show off more of himself. "Hey. Who's leading here?"
"Hmmm, I might be," Muraki said. "You have that effect on me: sometimes you inflame my desires just through the way you're sitting. I thought that I would return the favor."
"Oh yeah? Well, I don't think I jabber half as much as you do when we're in bed," Tsuzuki said. "Now be quiet."
"Hmmmm, you'll have to try harder to silence me," Muraki said, before running the tip of his tongue along his pale lower lip.
Tsuzuki grabbed Muraki by the shoulder and leaning in, crushed his mouth against his master's, hard, growling in his throat with annoyance. He felt Muraki sigh under him as Tsuzuki pushed him back into the pillows, mounting him.
Tsuzuki broke the kiss, in order to draw a breath. "That hard enough for you?" he snarled, looking down into Muraki's pale face.
Muraki's eyelids fluttered and he looked up into Tsuzuki's eyes, smirking. "Hmm, good for a start, but I'll need to see more, the better to give it a fair estimate. And in order to to truly enjoy you at your darkest.
"Do you remember our first date, in the cafe, when you grabbed me by the collar and all but slammed me against a wall?"
"I don't know whether to say 'Don't remind me' or 'Yeah, I remember it was like yesterday'," Tsuzuki said, glaring down at him.
"Well then, there's no need for you to say anything," Muraki said, shifting his hips beneath Tsuzuki, rubbing against his groin. "Have me at your mercy and make me quiver like I did that day."
"You wanna start quivering? That can be arranged," Tsuzuki murmured. He got up onto his knees, dismounting Muraki. The pale man looked up at him, curious.
Tsuzuki grabbed Muraki by the shoulders, flipping him over onto his stomach, then shoving his face into the mattress....
"I want you on top of me," Muraki said that night, as they prepared for bed.
Tsuzuki stared at his keeper, hardly believing the words. Most nights, Muraki pushed him back onto the bed and mounted him, but this night, the air in the room felt different, less disturbed by his keeper's dark aura. "What did you just say?"
"Did I stutter?" Muraki said, smirking, as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, leaning back against the folds of the covers, turned down to receive them. "You heard me rightly. I want you to be the one holding me down for a change."
"You're sure about this?" Tsuzuki asked, coming closer, but not yet making a move. "I thought you... needed this to sustain yourself."
"I can take from you whether you're the one above or below me," Muraki replied, crossing his long legs under the skirts of his robe.
Tsuzuki could hardly keep from staring when his keeper did that. He seemed to be enticing him on purpose, trying to get him hot and bothered, when usually Muraki tried to get him to show off more of himself. "Hey. Who's leading here?"
"Hmmm, I might be," Muraki said. "You have that effect on me: sometimes you inflame my desires just through the way you're sitting. I thought that I would return the favor."
"Oh yeah? Well, I don't think I jabber half as much as you do when we're in bed," Tsuzuki said. "Now be quiet."
"Hmmmm, you'll have to try harder to silence me," Muraki said, before running the tip of his tongue along his pale lower lip.
Tsuzuki grabbed Muraki by the shoulder and leaning in, crushed his mouth against his master's, hard, growling in his throat with annoyance. He felt Muraki sigh under him as Tsuzuki pushed him back into the pillows, mounting him.
Tsuzuki broke the kiss, in order to draw a breath. "That hard enough for you?" he snarled, looking down into Muraki's pale face.
Muraki's eyelids fluttered and he looked up into Tsuzuki's eyes, smirking. "Hmm, good for a start, but I'll need to see more, the better to give it a fair estimate. And in order to to truly enjoy you at your darkest.
"Do you remember our first date, in the cafe, when you grabbed me by the collar and all but slammed me against a wall?"
"I don't know whether to say 'Don't remind me' or 'Yeah, I remember it was like yesterday'," Tsuzuki said, glaring down at him.
"Well then, there's no need for you to say anything," Muraki said, shifting his hips beneath Tsuzuki, rubbing against his groin. "Have me at your mercy and make me quiver like I did that day."
"You wanna start quivering? That can be arranged," Tsuzuki murmured. He got up onto his knees, dismounting Muraki. The pale man looked up at him, curious.
Tsuzuki grabbed Muraki by the shoulders, flipping him over onto his stomach, then shoving his face into the mattress....