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Blood Roses

A Yami no Matsuei/Chrono Crusade crossover by Setzuka

Note: This is a NC-17 yaoi fan fiction of the pairing Aion/Muraki. Vague spoilers for the two series.

Kazutaka Muraki stood in his bathroom, marveling at his master's work. The burns on his face now given way to smooth, flawless skin. The rent in his side that the shinigami had made now gone without a trace. He smiled to himself slightly, reflecting on the benefits of serving one as powerful as the Sinner Aion. Such benefits aren't without their price.

Muraki fastened his pale gray yukata, walking down to the kitchen to retrieve some much needed tea. He had given his servants the day off, not wanting them underfoot when what he suspected would occur finally came upon him. Waiting somewhat anxiously for the water to boil, the doctor recalled how he had been lifted from Touda's flames by the powerful demon, a bruised and broken form in strong arms. He had almost been sure that he would be left to perish, both a punishment for failure and a means to claim his bargained soul. The surgeon knew that living on borrowed time was part of the price he had to pay for the great power bestowed on him.

Sitting down on the living room couch, Kazutaka attempted to relax, sipping the warm, sweet chai as he read the morning paper. A gust of wind against his body, rustling the silk fabric he wore. Turning quickly, he noticed that the window behind him was open, curtains billowing outward. The doctor didn't remember opening it. A rustling of feathers, and a black eagle perched itself on the window sill, its red eyes boring into him as he tried to hide his surprise.

“You're looking well, Kazutaka-kun,” a familiar voice addressed him. “I'm glad to see that you've healed so nicely.”

Muraki's heart began to race slightly. The demon always had this effect on him. However, he was disturbed by not knowing if it was from trepidation or something else. “Aion-sama. I didn't expect you here so soon.”

The bird flapped its wings, lifting itself up from its perch and flying into the room before the doctor with a displacement of feathers, dark plumes floating down to the floor. The bird was soon replaced by the human manifestation of the demon, pale clothing matching his hair, tanned skin glinting in the sunlight.

Aion grinned at the seated man before him. “How could I go very long without seeing such a beautiful face.” He reached down to gently stroke the doctor's cheek. The demon smiled at the way the teacup held in the human's hand clattered against its saucer as he trembled. He always had such a lovely effect on the man.

Embarrassed, Kazutaka put the tea on the table beside him. He sat back, startling at the fact that the demon was now sitting close to him on the couch, an arm draped across his shoulders.

“So skittish!” Aion observed. “I suppose that almost being burned to death can do that to a human. Tell me, did you think that was what hell must be like?”

Muraki regarded the demon. He hated the fact that the creature had the ability to see into his heart. “Yes.”

The doctor watched a smile spread across Aion's face. “Hell is much worse than a little fire, dear Muraki.” He leaned over to murmur into the man's ear as he began to pull him close. “But don't worry. You'll be with me. I take good care of what is mine.”

As he nuzzled the side of the doctor's face, Aion slid a hand into his yukata, stroking an already erect nipple. Muraki sighed at the touch. Perhaps the demon would be more gentle with him this time.

The surgeon addressed his master. “Aion-sama, why was it that you rescued me? You once told me that failure is something that you can't abide by-” He paused to stifle a moan as the being began to nibble on his neck as he stroked his member through the silk fabric.

The demon chuckled as he continued to tease the man. “How can you even ask? You are far too delicious for me to let you slip into death, at least not yet. Upon your death, you will become completely mine. However, there is something to be said for soft, supple flesh, is there not?”

Aion caught Muraki's lips in a kiss, deepening it as he pulled the man close. His hand undid the tie to the yukata, slipping inside to stroke bare hardening flesh as the doctor moaned into the kiss. Muraki pulled away to arch his back as he groaned aloud, the demon nibbling under his chin.

Muraki opened his eyes as the demon paused in his work. Aion smirked at the man's quizzical gaze. “I'm a guest in your home, am I not? Perhaps you should show me your hospitality.”

At that, Muraki nodded, pleased that the demon was in such good spirits. This might work out well for him after all. The doctor began to unfasten the clasps to the being's coat, spreading the fabric to reveal the clothing underneath. He reached out to unfasten the silver buckle of the demon's belt before making short work of the button and zipper of the pale trousers. Muraki smiled at the fact that they both wore similar clothing. The doctor had changed his wardrobe shortly after meeting the demon. He supposed it had something to do with the irony of it.

Reaching in, Kazutaka surrounded ample flesh with his hand, exposing it to the light. Looking up, he caught Aion's hungry gaze. The being was wearing that predatory stare he always did at times like this. Leaning down, the surgeon engulfed hardening flesh, applying the amount of suction that he knew the demon liked.

Muraki soon had Aion groaning softly, a hand running through silver hair massaging his scalp. Holding the back of the man's neck, Aion began to thrust up into Kazutaka's waiting throat, gently to the doctor's great relief. The demon's vocalizations and gentle touch were started to affect him. He trailed his free hand down his own body to grasp his hardening member, stroking it in time with his mouth's rhythm. Kazutaka moaned around Aion's length, the desire to have the demon inside of him almost overwhelming him.

Aion pulled the man away from his task, smiling at the disappointed sound that the man made. “So eager! I think that you're almost ready for me.”

The demon made a motion for the doctor to crawl into his lap. The man did so, straddling Aion's lap with his knees on either side of him. The demon pulled him forward into a searing kiss. Muraki felt a burning pressure as two slickened fingers (he didn't remember the being preparing them) were pressed into his backside.

“Nnn!” Kazutaka uttered at the quick invasion. The man realized that he should be glad of the preparation, even if it was a little rough.

Licking the side of the doctor's face, Aion prepared his member with the same substance as his fingers, erection now glistening in the light from the window. Positioning it at Muraki's entrance, he pressed the man onto it, taking in his wide eyed stare at the forcible invasion.

Grunting, Muraki shivered as he was pushed down onto the being's ample cock. He braced himself against Aion's shoulders with two hands as the demon began thrusting up into his passage as he held the doctor's waist. Lids at half-mast, Kazutaka groaned at the delicious fire in his passage from the friction between his walls and the endowment of the demon.

Aion regarded the man with a pleased smile. “You love that I'm giving you my cock, don't you?” He pounded up into the human that much harder, making the doctor cry out. “Tell me.”

It took the demon saying this yet again before Muraki came to himself enough to agree in a breathy voice, as well as to beg for more. Too many times had Aion treated his human flesh a little too roughly. The surgeon was willing to enjoy what the being considered gentle.

“Aah! Aion-sama!” Muraki cried out before leaning down to capture the demon's lips in a sloppy kiss. The doctor broke it as the demon continued to play with his body, the man now screaming out in earnest.

“That's right,” Aion told the man. “Scream for me. Such a lovely voice. You want so much of this world, becoming obsessed with its pleasures so easily. But one day, that obsession will be the death of you. And when that day comes,” the sinner said as he pulled the doctor close, “I'll be there to take you home.”

Aion continued with his harsh rhythm, watching as Muraki's cock wept, fluid dribbling down the shaft. Fairly soon, Muraki succumbed the sensations. Writhing on the cock that he was being impaled by, Kazutaka came forcefully, making a mess of the demon's clothing as the being chuckled. Aion continued to thrust up into that tight heat until he was taken by orgasm as well, spilling heated fluid into Kazutaka's bowels as the man shivered.

Muraki collapsed against the demon, spent. Aion ruffled his hair with one hand as he cradled his prize. The doctor supposed that if one must go to hell, there was no better way than this.

End