Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Level C Fan Fiction ❯ LemonJuice ❯ Second Cup ( Chapter 3 )

Ahead...Just a warning, within these pages you will find spoilers and ...Well... Lemon... One more for Yami No matsui, before I move on to another anime. (P.S. Lady of the Myst, Poppet is an actual endearment used in England, so I could have usedAmerican Puppet, or Poppet.Thanks for the comment.)

 

LemonJuice

 

Chapter two: Goldie Locks

 

“What are you up to now?” Watari looked up at Tatsumi and proudly showed off his newest invention. Tatsumi looked at the odd contraption and tried to pay attention as Watari gleefully explained how it worked. Tatsumi found it hard to listen to the words coming out of the soft looking mouth that moved faster as excitement grew. Tatsumi did his best to nod on cue before he turned and left the lab, not sure what Watari's latest invention did, or what why he had invented it, but pleased to have seen the scientist, if only briefly.

Watari entered his room and sighed putting his invention away. He undid the bright orange bow that tied his hair back and stepped into his tub to soak away the daily troubles. He wondered if anyone would ever understand that he invented things to take his mind off the many deaths that the department dealt with. It was a depressing service they provided, couldn't anyone see that. Watari lowered his head into the water and tried his best to relax.

Tatsumi entered his room and opened his newest case file. Tsuzuki and Hisoka had done a nice job for once, the hotel was now spectre free and they would each receive their bonuses. Tatsumi thought of the odd contraption that Watari had made and smiled, he then felt bad. Sometimes he did not pay close attention to Watari. Tatsumi stood and left his room. He knocked on Watari's door. “Watari, are you sleeping already?” He asked when he received no answer. With a frown Tatsumi opened the door and saw a deserted room.

The light coming from the open bathroom door alerted Tatsumi to Watari's whereabouts. He was about to leave when Watari stepped into view. “Tatsumi,” He said and moved a towel from his hair which dripped onto the floor behind him. “Did you want something?” He asked Tatsumi wanted to nod, but it had been a long time since had seen Watari in anything other than his suit and hair tie and glasses. Seeing him stand there in a wet towel and nothing else had a peculiar affect on his equilibrium.

“Well, um… what I meant to say is, I came by to apologize,” Tatsumi said and cleared his throat and tried not to stare at Watari as he wandered to his bed and found his rod. He shrugged into it and sat on his bed brushing the wet tangles of bright gold that hung over his shoulder.

“Apologize?” Watari looked up into Tatsumi's eyes and wondered what he felt he needed to apologize for.

“Yes earlier, you were explaining your new invention to me and I am afraid that I was not paying much attention.” Tatsumi said tried to edge towards the door, but for some reason, his feet took him to the bed. “Let me,” Tatsumi said and took the brush from Watari's slack fingers. Tatsumi began to brush the soft silky tresses that fell in waves around Watari on the bed.

“I understand that you are busy,” Watari said and sat still while Tatsumi was careful not to pull. “I have no split ends know,” Watari announced as if it was not odd to have Tatsumi brushing his hair, though he was a bit puzzled by the sudden desire he felt for Tatsumi to brush more than his hair.

“Ummm….” Tatsumi could not contain the sound of pleasure as he breathed in the clean scent emanating from Watari. Tatsumi dropped the brush and climbed on the bed behind Watari and began to stroke the hair with his hand.

“Tatsumi…?” Watari turned to look behind him and gasped as Tatsumi captured his chin.

“Shh,” Tatsumi said against Watari's lips. “Why do we have to ignore what we feel?”

“We don't,” Watari said and sighed in pleasure as Tatsumi sealed their lips together. Watari opened his mouth and accepted Tatsumi's questing tongue. Tatsumi allowed his hand to roam inside of the loose fitting robe. His fingers skimmed a small nipple that pebbled under the gentle touch. “Tatsumi, Should we…?”

“Oh yes,” Tatsumi said and lick the pale neck before he turned Watari on the bed. “Definitely, we should…no, we must,” Tatsumi pressed himself against Watari and he gasped to fell the bulge against his hip.

Watari stared up at Tatsumi and sighed while blushing. “Be gentle,” Watari said and undid the tie in his robe. Tatsumi smiled and lowered his head to kiss the amber eyed treasure in his arms. Watari undid the buttons of Tatsumi's shirt and placed his hands inside feeling the hardened muscles that were well hidden by the material of the suits he often wore Tatsumi smiled.

“I don't suppose you have some kind of oil,” Tatsumi was surprised to see Watari stand and head into his bathroom, he returned with a bottle of fragrant lotion.

“For my skin,” Watari explained with a blush. He approached the bed and paused when Tatsumi tugged him from the robe and the towel fell from his waist leaving him nude before Tatsumi. Tatsumi reached around and spread Watari's hair over his shoulders and enjoyed the way the golden locks seemed to highlight his pale skin. Watari placed his hands on Tatsumi's shoulders and climbed back onto his bed. Tatsumi undid his pants to alleviate some of the pressure as he swelled within.

Watari slid his hand inside the trousers and rubbed the growing mound. Tatsumi kissed the creamy neck and worked his way down to Watari's chest where his tongue played with the small peachy nipples. Watari moaned and arched his back. Tatsumi moved down to his belly button and lower still. “Ah… Tatsumi,” Watari groaned and raised his hips pushing more of himself into Tatsumi's mouth. Tatsumi sucked gently building pressure in his mouth and released before he started again. Watari's breathing became ragged and he tugged at the pants containing Tatsumi.

Tatsumi stood and shed the rest of his clothing before he climbed onto the bed and arranged Watari on his knees. “I would love to spend more time in foreplay, but I need to inside you now… we have plenty of time to come back later and start over slower, but I have wanted you for too long now,” Tatsumi said and generously applied the lotion to himself and then to Watari. Watari gasped in pleasure at Tatsumi's searching fingers entering his body and moving slowly in and out.

“Now, Tatsumi, I can not wait… Now!” He gasped when he felt Tatsumi's slippery fingers clutch his hips and pull him back. The searing entry was smooth and slow. Tatsumi pressed fully against Watari's backside. Watari let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding.

“All Right?” Tatsumi asked, Watari's answer was a moan and he leaned back against Tatsumi encouraging him to move. Tatsumi smiled and backed up nearly pulling out before he slid all the way in again. He established and rhythm and enjoyed the slender back covered by shining hair. His movements quickened and he felt Watari convulsing around him before he closed his eyes as his own release held him captive.

The morning sun found Tatsumi still in Watari's bed, holding him close. The sun shone on the golden hair tangled around them. Tatsumi kissed the sleeping beauty beside him and vowed to help him brush his hair more often.

 

Author's note: I was not too happy with the way this turned out; let me know what you think…