Let Me Win
Title: Let Me Win
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: R
Pairing: Watari/Tsuzuki
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei (c) Matsushita Yoko
Type: Angst/poetry/smutdrabble
Warnings Implied masturbation... Ô.o Wonky poetry thrown in randomly... Implied NCS... WTF? This is a Watari fic? XD Watari-san has become a total perv!
Notes: I was at a loss as to what to write, so I went through all my fics ideas and stumbled upon this. Originally it was going to be simply an angst fic, with no romance in it whatsoever. But somehow it turned into a pervy drabble. o.O Uh, how did that happen? XD
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Tsuzuki Asato is the most beautiful creature in both worlds.
He has such an innocent smile despite all the horrible things that have happened to him. His eyes are filled with such a deep and unidentifiable wisdom. His laugh can make Yutaka Watari’s heart flutter in his chest. And at the slightest touch from Tsuzuki’s pretty hands Watari is reduced to nothing but a molecule of whimpering emotions.
Or so it is in his daydreams.
Because really he has no idea what it feels like to have Tsuzuki’s hands on him. But it must be exquisite.
Everything else about him is.
Beautiful lover
Hold me close
Kiss me softly
I adore you
There comes a time when fantasies just don’t cut it anymore. There comes a time when you need someone else’s hand besides your own. There comes a time when your own fingers just can’t reach deep enough.
Yutaka Watari was past that time.
This was the time insanity creeps into you mind and makes you think things, do things, that the sane part of you knows is so very wrong.
But you do them anyway.
Because he’s just too divine.
I want you now
Lay back and just
For once
Let me win
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” Watari whispered. The voice of a gentleman. The smile of a saint. The hands of the Devil.
Nothing like Tsuzuki’s pretty hands, which clutched at the sheets.
This time Tsuzuki is reduced to a molecule of whimpering emotions.
This time Watari wins.
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: R
Pairing: Watari/Tsuzuki
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei (c) Matsushita Yoko
Type: Angst/poetry/smutdrabble
Warnings Implied masturbation... Ô.o Wonky poetry thrown in randomly... Implied NCS... WTF? This is a Watari fic? XD Watari-san has become a total perv!
Notes: I was at a loss as to what to write, so I went through all my fics ideas and stumbled upon this. Originally it was going to be simply an angst fic, with no romance in it whatsoever. But somehow it turned into a pervy drabble. o.O Uh, how did that happen? XD
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Tsuzuki Asato is the most beautiful creature in both worlds.
He has such an innocent smile despite all the horrible things that have happened to him. His eyes are filled with such a deep and unidentifiable wisdom. His laugh can make Yutaka Watari’s heart flutter in his chest. And at the slightest touch from Tsuzuki’s pretty hands Watari is reduced to nothing but a molecule of whimpering emotions.
Or so it is in his daydreams.
Because really he has no idea what it feels like to have Tsuzuki’s hands on him. But it must be exquisite.
Everything else about him is.
Beautiful lover
Hold me close
Kiss me softly
I adore you
There comes a time when fantasies just don’t cut it anymore. There comes a time when you need someone else’s hand besides your own. There comes a time when your own fingers just can’t reach deep enough.
Yutaka Watari was past that time.
This was the time insanity creeps into you mind and makes you think things, do things, that the sane part of you knows is so very wrong.
But you do them anyway.
Because he’s just too divine.
I want you now
Lay back and just
For once
Let me win
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” Watari whispered. The voice of a gentleman. The smile of a saint. The hands of the Devil.
Nothing like Tsuzuki’s pretty hands, which clutched at the sheets.
This time Tsuzuki is reduced to a molecule of whimpering emotions.
This time Watari wins.