[Yami no Matsuei] "Spring Molt" (R)
Author's Note: Written for 
fic_promptly's Any, any/any, weight loss through a strict training regime: sex Follow up to "More of You to Love". Featuring Tsuzuki and Muraki in an AU where Tsuzuki is Muraki's kept man (shinigami?) Partly inspired by a hilarious chapter in a Mur/Tsu doujinshi.
The nights slowly started to grow warmer, as the days gradually grew longer and the nights grew shorter. The snow in the garden started to melt, signaling the slow arrival of spring. Tsuzuki found himself looking forward to digging in the flower beds and rooting up last season's wilted annuals, a good way to shed the weight his master had had him put on. Not that he minded their winter nights together, since it meant mostly cuddling rather than other things. He found that weirdly endearing, to wake up in the night, nestled in Muraki's arms, his keeper with his head on Tsuzuki's chest.
Another sign of hope came the night Muraki reached up to remove the collar carrying an amulet that slowed down Tsuzuki's mercurial metabolism, letting collar and amulet drop onto the dresser they shared.
"So, no more amulets? I can go back to my normal size?" Tsuzuki asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"Yes, it's time you came out of your winter layers," Muraki said, running a hand over Tsuzuki's chest and belly, both softer than usual.
"Guess that means I can start working on the garden and get it in shape," Tsuzuki said, arching his back and rubbing his neck, glad to be rid of the collar. "And get myself back in shape as well," he added, glancing down at himself. He would never get used to not being able to see his feet as well as usual, and the weight, however well he carried it, and however well Muraki's tailor could conceal it with the right cut waistcoat, could not come off fast enough.
"Hmmm, that should help when my work calls me away from you," Muraki said, starting to undo Tsuzuki's shirt buttons. "But I can think of ways in which I can be of assistance."
"Oh, are you going to be my personal trainer?" Tsuzuki asked, only half hopefully: the thought of an exercise regimen made the lazier side of him wince, but if it got him back to his usual trim physique, it would prove a small price to pay.
Muraki chuckled, deep in his throat, his good eye crinkling up in amusement. "Oh, Mister Tsuzuki, your innocence is one of your most delightful qualities, but it does cause you to think too far inside the box," he crooned, running his fingers inside the halves of Tsuzuki's shirt. "Though I suppose you could call me your personal trainer, since I have a training regimen of a highly personal nature in mind."
That and the chuckle could only mean one thing. "You don't mean... How the hell would that even work? You're usually on top of me," Tsuzuki snapped, trying to pull his stomach in -- or at least the inner layer -- and out from under Muraki's touch.
"You're starting to think the way that I do: I don't know whether to be pleased or horrified," Muraki said, taking a gentle handful of the rolls at Tsuzuki's waist and squeezing gently. "But you thought rightly: You'll be the one riding me for a change. I would think you would like that."
"I might be the one putting you through your paces for a change," Tsuzuki muttered. "Not that you need any exercise: you could stand to put some meat on that skinny arse of yours."
"I don't put flesh on as easily as you do, Mister Tsuzuki," Muraki replied, running his fingertips over Tsuzuki's middle. "It's part of my nature as an energy feeder."
"Maybe if you put on that amulet you had strapped to my neck all winter," Tsuzuki replied.
"Except that I keyed it to your energy field, and not mine," Muraki replied.
"Dammit, you *would* think of everything," Tsuzuki said with a sigh.
Muraki leaned in and nibbled the tip of Tsuzuki's ear. "In which case, shall we start on getting you back to your proper shape?"
"If it shuts you up for a little while, by all means," Tsuzuki replied, pulling away from Muraki and turning to him, silencing his keeper with a kiss before backing him toward the bed and shoving him down onto the mattress. Muraki went down without much resistance, even with a hint of surprise and delight in his good eye.
"Methinks the shinigami was protesting too much," Muraki mused.
"Shut it," Tsuzuki snarled, leaning down and silencing Muraki with another kiss, smashing his mouth against the taller man's, till he felt him breathing hard and his own breathing quicken.
Tsuzuki broke the kiss. "No more words," he snarled, reaching down and undoing Muraki's trousers before hauling them off.
"You'll have to try harder to silence me," Muraki mused, folding his arms under his head.
"I'm getting there, you mouthy bastard," Tsuzuki muttered, peeling out of his own trousers before mounting the bed and straddling Muraki's lean hips, his back to his keeper's face.
"I love it when you talk like that," Muraki purred, his hips arching up under Tsuzuki. "Not so much when I cannot see that lovely face of yours."
"Tough luck: You want me to ride you? You don't get to look at me," Tsuzuki muttered, rubbing his own shaft against Muraki's.
"One must count one's... oh... blessings... hmmm..." Muraki murmured, starting to lose his grip on full sentences.
Tsuzuki continued his ministrations, till his keeper cried out in release, and he let out a sigh of his own. "Hmmm... you're off to an exquisite start," Muraki murmured, relaxing in a post-coital langour.
"A start?... I should have... expected that," Tsuzuki muttered, puffing slightly. "How many times... do I have to do this?"
"Hmm, time will tell, and I'm more than happy to keep the score," Muraki replied.
"I think I'd rather garden the weight off," Tsuzuki murmured, looking down at himself. He knew he could hardly expect visible results this soon, but he could hope.
"You'll have all day to do that tomorrow, but for now, I could go for another round when you're ready," Muraki purred, shifting on his pillows and arching his back, stretching, then settling back.
Tsuzuki sighed. "Give me a few minutes, I don't spring back as easily as you do." Damn energy vampires and their short refractory periods...
fic_promptly's Any, any/any, weight loss through a strict training regime: sex Follow up to "More of You to Love". Featuring Tsuzuki and Muraki in an AU where Tsuzuki is Muraki's kept man (shinigami?) Partly inspired by a hilarious chapter in a Mur/Tsu doujinshi.
The nights slowly started to grow warmer, as the days gradually grew longer and the nights grew shorter. The snow in the garden started to melt, signaling the slow arrival of spring. Tsuzuki found himself looking forward to digging in the flower beds and rooting up last season's wilted annuals, a good way to shed the weight his master had had him put on. Not that he minded their winter nights together, since it meant mostly cuddling rather than other things. He found that weirdly endearing, to wake up in the night, nestled in Muraki's arms, his keeper with his head on Tsuzuki's chest.
Another sign of hope came the night Muraki reached up to remove the collar carrying an amulet that slowed down Tsuzuki's mercurial metabolism, letting collar and amulet drop onto the dresser they shared.
"So, no more amulets? I can go back to my normal size?" Tsuzuki asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"Yes, it's time you came out of your winter layers," Muraki said, running a hand over Tsuzuki's chest and belly, both softer than usual.
"Guess that means I can start working on the garden and get it in shape," Tsuzuki said, arching his back and rubbing his neck, glad to be rid of the collar. "And get myself back in shape as well," he added, glancing down at himself. He would never get used to not being able to see his feet as well as usual, and the weight, however well he carried it, and however well Muraki's tailor could conceal it with the right cut waistcoat, could not come off fast enough.
"Hmmm, that should help when my work calls me away from you," Muraki said, starting to undo Tsuzuki's shirt buttons. "But I can think of ways in which I can be of assistance."
"Oh, are you going to be my personal trainer?" Tsuzuki asked, only half hopefully: the thought of an exercise regimen made the lazier side of him wince, but if it got him back to his usual trim physique, it would prove a small price to pay.
Muraki chuckled, deep in his throat, his good eye crinkling up in amusement. "Oh, Mister Tsuzuki, your innocence is one of your most delightful qualities, but it does cause you to think too far inside the box," he crooned, running his fingers inside the halves of Tsuzuki's shirt. "Though I suppose you could call me your personal trainer, since I have a training regimen of a highly personal nature in mind."
That and the chuckle could only mean one thing. "You don't mean... How the hell would that even work? You're usually on top of me," Tsuzuki snapped, trying to pull his stomach in -- or at least the inner layer -- and out from under Muraki's touch.
"You're starting to think the way that I do: I don't know whether to be pleased or horrified," Muraki said, taking a gentle handful of the rolls at Tsuzuki's waist and squeezing gently. "But you thought rightly: You'll be the one riding me for a change. I would think you would like that."
"I might be the one putting you through your paces for a change," Tsuzuki muttered. "Not that you need any exercise: you could stand to put some meat on that skinny arse of yours."
"I don't put flesh on as easily as you do, Mister Tsuzuki," Muraki replied, running his fingertips over Tsuzuki's middle. "It's part of my nature as an energy feeder."
"Maybe if you put on that amulet you had strapped to my neck all winter," Tsuzuki replied.
"Except that I keyed it to your energy field, and not mine," Muraki replied.
"Dammit, you *would* think of everything," Tsuzuki said with a sigh.
Muraki leaned in and nibbled the tip of Tsuzuki's ear. "In which case, shall we start on getting you back to your proper shape?"
"If it shuts you up for a little while, by all means," Tsuzuki replied, pulling away from Muraki and turning to him, silencing his keeper with a kiss before backing him toward the bed and shoving him down onto the mattress. Muraki went down without much resistance, even with a hint of surprise and delight in his good eye.
"Methinks the shinigami was protesting too much," Muraki mused.
"Shut it," Tsuzuki snarled, leaning down and silencing Muraki with another kiss, smashing his mouth against the taller man's, till he felt him breathing hard and his own breathing quicken.
Tsuzuki broke the kiss. "No more words," he snarled, reaching down and undoing Muraki's trousers before hauling them off.
"You'll have to try harder to silence me," Muraki mused, folding his arms under his head.
"I'm getting there, you mouthy bastard," Tsuzuki muttered, peeling out of his own trousers before mounting the bed and straddling Muraki's lean hips, his back to his keeper's face.
"I love it when you talk like that," Muraki purred, his hips arching up under Tsuzuki. "Not so much when I cannot see that lovely face of yours."
"Tough luck: You want me to ride you? You don't get to look at me," Tsuzuki muttered, rubbing his own shaft against Muraki's.
"One must count one's... oh... blessings... hmmm..." Muraki murmured, starting to lose his grip on full sentences.
Tsuzuki continued his ministrations, till his keeper cried out in release, and he let out a sigh of his own. "Hmmm... you're off to an exquisite start," Muraki murmured, relaxing in a post-coital langour.
"A start?... I should have... expected that," Tsuzuki muttered, puffing slightly. "How many times... do I have to do this?"
"Hmm, time will tell, and I'm more than happy to keep the score," Muraki replied.
"I think I'd rather garden the weight off," Tsuzuki murmured, looking down at himself. He knew he could hardly expect visible results this soon, but he could hope.
"You'll have all day to do that tomorrow, but for now, I could go for another round when you're ready," Muraki purred, shifting on his pillows and arching his back, stretching, then settling back.
Tsuzuki sighed. "Give me a few minutes, I don't spring back as easily as you do." Damn energy vampires and their short refractory periods...