Drabbleness Overflows...~_^
Although I'm not a huge fan of drabbling, these two caught me and wouldn't let me go. I'm not sure if I'll slid into longer works for Yami No Matsuei or not but I figured I'd share. ~-^
Title: Serve and Protect
Author: DC
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tatsumi x Tsuzuki
Warnings: Hints of kink & yaoi, um...snuggling?
Genre: Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own this series...but I could...er no wait. Nope, don't own.
Type: Drabble, One shot
Comments/Summary: (Honestly don't think there's any spoilers here. Maybe a few but nothing major.) Tatsumi reflects on his ...relationship with Tsuzuki. Tatsumi POV.
Word Count: 477
The touch of his hands on my body always tears down my careful control and inner walls. He frees me from the box, lifting me out of reason into passion. The uncertainty and vulnerability of his soul carries a purity I can never deny.
I cannot tell him no, even when I am coming undone.
Shadows against his pale flesh bind us together tighter than kisses or sweet promises. I hold him and regret what I have done to his body. The acrid scent of sweat and tang of blood baffles me when I realize he has again paid the price for my lapse of restraint. I pick up my clothes and hurry to leave before he awakens. I cannot bear the guilt or need in his eyes. It tears at my heart and leaves me a hollow shell of a man. Numbers are a familiar comfort that lack the stunning warmth of his arms.
I hear him stir under the covers and turn to look over my shoulder at the sheer perfection of his body. He is healing but what if I cannot hold back next time? There will be no more encounters like this between us. He has a new, safe partner that needs him and can care for him where I cannot. I do not understand how it can be like this. Failure is not an option, yet look what I have done to him.
“Tatsumi?”
I make the mistake of looking into those amethyst colored eyes. The purple is so vivid and deep I am lost the moment I meet his gaze. He is yawning sleepily and oblivious to the fact I was about to leave quietly like a thief in the night. He reaches for me and clings like a lost child. How can I resist the plea in his arms or the unspoken need in his heart? I sigh and take my glasses off, replacing them on the nightstand.
“Yes, Tsuzuki-san?”
“Where were you going?” Yes, where? I was going to keep you safe but I cannot even do that.
“I was going to get a glass of water but it can wait.” Omission is still lying but it will save his feelings so I do it. My honorable intentions always leave me where he is concerned.
“Mmm, good. I’m cold and need you to warm me up. About earlier…” he says, smiling at me. He trusts me so easily and completely. The ache is back and growing with every word traded between us.
“I was carried away. It will not be repeated,” I assure him. I am assuring myself as well.
“I hope it’s repeated. Often. G’night, Tatsumi.” And just like that I am right back where I started. I am trapped and will never be free of my duty to him.
The truth is I don’t want to be.
Title: Serpentine
Author: DC
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Muraki/ Tsuzuki? (Eh, one-sided hints)
Warnings: Yaoi undertones
Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing
Chapter: Drabble, one shot
Word Count: 570
Comments/Summary: What goes through a doctor's mind with an amazing body on his operating table. Muraki POV. Thoughts on events from the Kyoto arc, end of the anime. (Spoilers for the end of the anime.)
Serpentine dreams coiling around my subconscious, waiting to spring to life at the merest touch of your skin. I can't say that I am displeased to have you spread underneath scalpel and knife. I have your tragic beauty which haunts and repulses me within reach after a long, worthy hunt. It belongs to me but you know this already from the silent tears you cry into the table under your glorious body.
I could die knowing that you are with me to the very end.
Love is killing and blood, pain and the suffering of innocence in the name of science. My first passion will always be fact and truth, twisted though such things may become in the course of saving a life. Before I cut into those magnificently sculptured muscles, I will share a little secret with you to ease the last tears from your eyes.
Sinners and saints are no different.
Healers and murderers are one and the same. Having the power to do one in your hands allows you the knowledge to do the other. Life is compromised of knife edges such as this. Conundrums of intellect and hope that twist around our thoughts and hold us impotent with indecision. Hamlet. Hitler. What is the difference, my strong shinigami? Tell me answer and I will release you.
Final death will I deliver to you for an answer to such a puzzle.
None will love and despise you as I have, not even the little boy who I once carved with dark purpose and exquisite affection. Those who are blind will try to discern my motives and fail. I never explain myself because to do so is pointless. Don't you agree, Tsuzuki-san? It takes away the mystery of my actions and cheapens me to a hollow, comical stage villain that you have chased persistently. All to no avail in the end. Soon, you will no longer feel pain or horror. This I can give you though I cannot rid myself of the longing and desire for you.
What are you doing?
Oh the pain. The sweet, sweet pain of your blow as it slides between my ribs. How long it has been since anyone wounded me so deeply or true. You are as fascinated and drawn to me as I am you. This scar will be long in the fading and healing if I survive it. I will. For things to end like this is unthinkable and inexcusable. You and I have a date with destiny that cannot be cast aside for anyone or thing. You would die with me. I think I should feel flattered and honored if those emotions were mine any longer.
My blood spilled at the moment of my greatest miracle.
What are the odds? I should have seen this coming but who's to say I didn't. I ...that hurts. It can't end like this. Saki, you will not escape me so easily. After all this time, your soul and life will be mine. Brother. I will kill you by my own hands and only then will I rest. Not even then. It's dark here. Where did you go before you called your suicidal flames, Tsuzuki? I should have known the others would come to your aid. They are too foolish to let you die in peace or surrender you to my tender mercy.
My beautiful, beautiful dolls. Don't leave me. This isn't over...yet.
X-posted
Title: Serve and Protect
Author: DC
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tatsumi x Tsuzuki
Warnings: Hints of kink & yaoi, um...snuggling?
Genre: Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own this series...but I could...er no wait. Nope, don't own.
Type: Drabble, One shot
Comments/Summary: (Honestly don't think there's any spoilers here. Maybe a few but nothing major.) Tatsumi reflects on his ...relationship with Tsuzuki. Tatsumi POV.
Word Count: 477
The touch of his hands on my body always tears down my careful control and inner walls. He frees me from the box, lifting me out of reason into passion. The uncertainty and vulnerability of his soul carries a purity I can never deny.
I cannot tell him no, even when I am coming undone.
Shadows against his pale flesh bind us together tighter than kisses or sweet promises. I hold him and regret what I have done to his body. The acrid scent of sweat and tang of blood baffles me when I realize he has again paid the price for my lapse of restraint. I pick up my clothes and hurry to leave before he awakens. I cannot bear the guilt or need in his eyes. It tears at my heart and leaves me a hollow shell of a man. Numbers are a familiar comfort that lack the stunning warmth of his arms.
I hear him stir under the covers and turn to look over my shoulder at the sheer perfection of his body. He is healing but what if I cannot hold back next time? There will be no more encounters like this between us. He has a new, safe partner that needs him and can care for him where I cannot. I do not understand how it can be like this. Failure is not an option, yet look what I have done to him.
“Tatsumi?”
I make the mistake of looking into those amethyst colored eyes. The purple is so vivid and deep I am lost the moment I meet his gaze. He is yawning sleepily and oblivious to the fact I was about to leave quietly like a thief in the night. He reaches for me and clings like a lost child. How can I resist the plea in his arms or the unspoken need in his heart? I sigh and take my glasses off, replacing them on the nightstand.
“Yes, Tsuzuki-san?”
“Where were you going?” Yes, where? I was going to keep you safe but I cannot even do that.
“I was going to get a glass of water but it can wait.” Omission is still lying but it will save his feelings so I do it. My honorable intentions always leave me where he is concerned.
“Mmm, good. I’m cold and need you to warm me up. About earlier…” he says, smiling at me. He trusts me so easily and completely. The ache is back and growing with every word traded between us.
“I was carried away. It will not be repeated,” I assure him. I am assuring myself as well.
“I hope it’s repeated. Often. G’night, Tatsumi.” And just like that I am right back where I started. I am trapped and will never be free of my duty to him.
The truth is I don’t want to be.
Title: Serpentine
Author: DC
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Muraki/ Tsuzuki? (Eh, one-sided hints)
Warnings: Yaoi undertones
Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrowing
Chapter: Drabble, one shot
Word Count: 570
Comments/Summary: What goes through a doctor's mind with an amazing body on his operating table. Muraki POV. Thoughts on events from the Kyoto arc, end of the anime. (Spoilers for the end of the anime.)
Serpentine dreams coiling around my subconscious, waiting to spring to life at the merest touch of your skin. I can't say that I am displeased to have you spread underneath scalpel and knife. I have your tragic beauty which haunts and repulses me within reach after a long, worthy hunt. It belongs to me but you know this already from the silent tears you cry into the table under your glorious body.
I could die knowing that you are with me to the very end.
Love is killing and blood, pain and the suffering of innocence in the name of science. My first passion will always be fact and truth, twisted though such things may become in the course of saving a life. Before I cut into those magnificently sculptured muscles, I will share a little secret with you to ease the last tears from your eyes.
Sinners and saints are no different.
Healers and murderers are one and the same. Having the power to do one in your hands allows you the knowledge to do the other. Life is compromised of knife edges such as this. Conundrums of intellect and hope that twist around our thoughts and hold us impotent with indecision. Hamlet. Hitler. What is the difference, my strong shinigami? Tell me answer and I will release you.
Final death will I deliver to you for an answer to such a puzzle.
None will love and despise you as I have, not even the little boy who I once carved with dark purpose and exquisite affection. Those who are blind will try to discern my motives and fail. I never explain myself because to do so is pointless. Don't you agree, Tsuzuki-san? It takes away the mystery of my actions and cheapens me to a hollow, comical stage villain that you have chased persistently. All to no avail in the end. Soon, you will no longer feel pain or horror. This I can give you though I cannot rid myself of the longing and desire for you.
What are you doing?
Oh the pain. The sweet, sweet pain of your blow as it slides between my ribs. How long it has been since anyone wounded me so deeply or true. You are as fascinated and drawn to me as I am you. This scar will be long in the fading and healing if I survive it. I will. For things to end like this is unthinkable and inexcusable. You and I have a date with destiny that cannot be cast aside for anyone or thing. You would die with me. I think I should feel flattered and honored if those emotions were mine any longer.
My blood spilled at the moment of my greatest miracle.
What are the odds? I should have seen this coming but who's to say I didn't. I ...that hurts. It can't end like this. Saki, you will not escape me so easily. After all this time, your soul and life will be mine. Brother. I will kill you by my own hands and only then will I rest. Not even then. It's dark here. Where did you go before you called your suicidal flames, Tsuzuki? I should have known the others would come to your aid. They are too foolish to let you die in peace or surrender you to my tender mercy.
My beautiful, beautiful dolls. Don't leave me. This isn't over...yet.
X-posted