Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Fighting against a Web. ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, if I did, then the designs in Gluhen would never have happened . . . I also don't own Yami no Matsuei. This fic is only done for fun and to relieve my boredom . . . Don't bother suing me, most that you would get is dryer lint.

Warning: This is a Yaoi fic. . . that means wonderful m/m action, if this offends anyone here, then get out of my site. I didn't force you to come here. If this offends the sensibilities of any parents, then you should be looking after your kids better and not using the computer as a babysitter. On to the fanfiction. . .

Troubled Times.

Part twelve.

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The man used his tongue skillfully, intent on driving the bound man insane with pleasure... then he would take him... Writhing in pleasure, the shinigami doesn't care anymore about who is administering these incredible sensations. . . and simply concentrates on the mouth around his throbbing cock.

Finding the tube where he had left it... Muraki coats a couple fingers... then slides them along Tsuzuki's skin toward his entrance... Moaning, Tsuzuki's back arches further at the sensation of Muraki's fingers teasing his entrance. Carefully, the doctor slipped his fingers in... probing... but never letting up on his oral assault.

Quickly, he finds the one spot he was searching for. Crying out, Tsuzuki starts twisting against the restrains before falling against the bed again. . . panting as the doctor continues.

Muraki is relentless... stabbing three fingers repeatedly into the shinigami. His free hand stroked the man's member while his mouth worked only the head. He wanted Tsuzuki to come... and when he was exhausted...

When his orgasm hits, Tsuzuki makes no attempt to remain silent. . . crying out loudly as the doctor finishes milking his member. Gasping, the shinigami collapses against the mattress, his eyes already threatening to close.

Muraki smiled. Pulling away, he quickly coated his own aching shaft... Heavy lidded amethyst eyes watch as the doctor prepares himself. Lifting the man's legs over his thighs, the doctor positioned himself, then intently watching Tsuzuki's eyes... started to penetrate the brunette.

Jeweled irises disappear beneath dark curling lashes as Tsuzuki's eyes slowly slide shut as he feels himself being split open by the doctor. Muraki didn't stop until he was completely sheathed by the shinigami. How wonderful... he hadn't had this in far too long.

Trembling around the member currently encased within him, Tsuzuki silently prays that Muraki will give his body time to adjust to him.

The doctor pulled nearly all the way out... then grabbing the shinigami's thighs, thrust into him again forcefully. On the second thrust, tears start to flow down the shinigami's cheeks as he starts to struggle against the violent and painful penetration.

Muraki sighs... this was wonderful... as tight as that boy all those years ago. He thrust again, deeply... then set a hard, fast rhythm. Crying freely, the shinigami isn't even aware of when he started begging Muraki to stop, only that he is certain that something must be torn. Straining against the bonds, Tsuzuki continues his fruitless struggles.

He listened to those beautiful cries... as he took the shinigami. Lovely... wonderful... he bent the man under his weight and thrust even deeper and more roughly. He would make the most of this encounter...

Eventually the begging is reduced to inarticulate cries as Muraki continues thrusting into him. Not wanting to give up any bit of this wonderful tightness... the doctor grasps Tsuzuki's shaft... stimulating him physically.

Tsuzuki cries out as his body is coaxed back to an excited state even through the pain. Smiling... the man continues to ruthlessly plunder the shinigami's body... anxious to force the man to orgasm... then himself.

A few more thrusts and strokes, finally sends a pearly white stream from Tsuzuki's member. . . . As the shinigami tightened even more... Muraki thrust harshly, grunting with the force before his seed shot into the tight cavity.

Amethyst eyes, bright with tears, stare up at Muraki. . . scared of what the man might want to do next.

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Schuldig looks up in time to see Watari appearing in his room. . . the blonde visibly frustrated and tired.

"What's wrong? You look very upset."

Climbing into Schu's arms, the shinigami sighs. "Frustrated more like it. . . "

"Why?" He wrapped his limbs around the blond, planting a kiss on the top of his head.

"It seems that Ran put his little sister into the care of a very dangerous person. . . "

"Ah... and why would Ran-chan do a foolish thing like that... he's so careful with the sleeping princess."

"Simple, he didn't know that the man is dangerous." Watari comments while making himself more comfortable.

"Ah..." He started to gently rub the scientist's back. "So what are you doing about it?"

"Well, we have to convince Ran to take his sister out of Muraki's care, then find out what it is that is keeping the girl conscious and then make sure that we don't get any interesting surprises."

"And this is causing a lot of stress no doubt..." He started to massage the man's shoulders. "Wait a minute... awake? The girl is awake?"

"Perfectly awake. . . Ahh. . .That feels great. . . . "

"Good... you're tense. But... I thought she was comatose for years... that there was no real hope for her waking up." Crap this is going to screw Brad's plans...

"To a person that can pull the dead from their graves, waking a girl in a coma isn't a real challenge. . . "

"I guess not... are you here for the night or just a visit?"

"A visit or the night. . . not sure which, I couldn't stand going over those files anymore with Weiss."

"oooh... having to spend time with them... now I understand. Have a headache?"

"A little. . . "

"Do you want to take something for it?"

"I took a set of pills about 10 minutes ago."

"okay... want to nap for a while then?"

"That sounds like a good idea," Watari comments after placing a quick kiss on Schuldig's lips. . . .

"Mmmm... do that too much and you won't get ANY rest." The redhead leered at him... then smiled fondly.

"Thank you for the warning. . . "

The telepath grinned. "so... now that you've been warned... what would you care to do?"

Leaning forward, Watari starts nuzzling gently at Schu's neck. . . "Do you have any ideas?"

The redhead moaned. "Lots of them... most carry an R rating at least..."

Nipping at Schu's ear, Watari can't help but smile at the reaction, "and the ones that don't carry an R rating?"

"Are NC-17..." He pulled the teasing blonde's mouth close enough to kiss him deeply. Whimpering, Watari lets the red head deepen the kiss as much as he wants. . . as his fingers start to skirt the edges of Schu's shirt. For his part, the telepath was a more than happy participant. His hands buried in the golden silk, holding Watari's head where he could kiss him.

Sliding one hand up under the material, past the abdominals, Watari reaches Schu's pert nipples and begins playing with them. Schuldig moaned loudly, tearing his lips away from Watari's. "you know just where to touch, don't you?"

"I've had to study human anatomy extensively. . . . " The blond says as his other hand slips under the shirt to join the first.

"I guess so... time to lose the clothing!"

Bringing both hands back down, Watari starts to pull the German's top off slowly with a slight smile. Smirking... the redhead reaches for the scientist's clothes as well.

After the tops are removed and dropped to the floor in a crumpled pile, Watari smiles mischievously as he slides one hand into Schu's pants. The redhead moaned... "you are a very good study..."

With his other hand, the buttons start to become undone, "should I take that as a compliment?"

"Definitely."

Pulling the zipper down, Schu's hard member pops out, free from its containment. "Could you put these on the table for me?" Watari asks handing over his glasses.

"Of course..." He took the glasses and carefully set them out of the way on the bedside table. "What are you going to do?"

"You're the telepath. . . what am I going to do?" the blond asks innocently as he sends the image of himself sucking off the German.

Schu moaned. "Oh God... just the mental picture..."

Scooting back a little, Watari leans down and starts to slowly trace along the throbbing organ in front of his face.

The redhead makes sure he's comfortable... cause he's pretty sure he won't be able to think very shortly.

'Broadcasting' his intentions moments before he carries them out, Watari engulfs the head of the German's member, sucking slowly on it. Schu groans. "God... that's good..."

Releasing the head, the blonde licks a line from the base to the tip before taking in as much of the German into his mouth as possible.

"Shit..." The telepath grabbed at the covers, clutching them for stability. Smiling, Watari sends the mental picture of himself reaching up and playing with Schu's nipples in tandem with his current distraction. . . instead of following through, he reaches up and plays with the man's balls instead. "Crap... you tricky bastard..."

At the reaction, the shinigami can barely stifle a laugh around the hard organ in his mouth.

Schuldig moaned again. "You are evil... EVIL I tell you... FUCK!"

"Not completely evil," he comments pulling away momentarily.

"Yes you are... doing THAT... then stopping..."

"Could you get the lubrication, please?"

"Of course..." He reached over to the bed table again... and rummaged in the drawer for a moment. "Here."

Ditching his pants and briefs, the blonde hands the tube back to Schu. . .

"Oh.. you want..."

Blushing brightly Watari smiles shyly. "well, if you don't mind that is. . . "

"Do I mind? Silly question..."

"Now let's see how well we can coordinate this. . . " Watari says with a mischievous smile as he leans forward again and starts suckling Schu's member once more.

"Oh man... you are evil." Trying to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing... the redhead slicked his fingers and trailed them down the blonde's back toward that entrance... Taking in as much as he can, Watari swallows to see what kind of reaction that would provoke. The telepath jerked his slippery hands loosing their grip on the shinigami's rear. "SHIT!!! You are way too good at that."

/I was just curious to know what would happen if I swallowed. . . ./

/It's fucking wonderful... if you do that too much you're going to get a very sudden surprise.../

/Sorry. . . I think./

/Don't EVER be sorry for THAT.../

Smiling, the shinigami Settles into a nice even pace as he waits for Schu to finish stretching him. . . . With a groan, Schu stopped probing the blond. "If you want anything more... we'll have to change positions."

Straightening up, Watari pushes a few strands out of his eyes. . . his breathing a little heavier now. "Which positions?"

The telepath shrugged. "It's up to you... you know better than me what would be good."

"As long as I'm not pinned. . ." he comments while nuzzling at Schu's neck.

"Hmmm... then why don't you take top... riding can be an interesting experience..." He sent a mental picture of Watari impaled on his shaft, thrusting down as he pushed up.

Shivering, the shinigami smiles, "That looks very entertaining. . . "

"Oh it is... feels damn good too."

Crawling forward, the blonde continues kissing and nuzzling his lover, "Then let's try that. . . "

"Okay..."

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Staring up at the ceiling, Tsuzuki isn't sure what to do. . . he can't honestly return to Meifu and Hisoka. . . not after what happened. . . . what Muraki did to him. Fortunately, the man had cleaned him up and redressed him before leaving. Muraki had left with a lingering kiss and a touch, that promised a similar evening the next day.

Unconsciously the shinigami tugs at the bonds as he looks out the window and sees the stars. . . . the same twinkling little pinpricks of light that were there nearly 70 years prior. One restraint... possibly loosened earlier... popped open. Tsuzuki's unconscious mind took advantage of this and he released himself. Rubbing his wrists, the shinigami stretches a little, muscles sore from being confined.

Sighing, Tsuzuki finally ends up curled around the pillow and going back to sleep. . . slightly more comfortably this time, though unaware of the tears that still make their way languidly down his cheeks.

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Burying his head beneath the pillow to block out the morning light, Tsuzuki doesn't hear the door open to his room when the doctor walks in to check on his 'patient'.

Muraki frowns at first... seeing that the shinigami was free. He would have to remember to check the restraints... but at the same time, he was positively gleeful that the brunette was still there. Sighing, Tsuzuki's nose pokes out from under the pillow as he re-adjusts his position.

It was truly a pity that the shinigami was so cute... he probably wouldn't have cared either way if Tsuzuki had been average.

Slowly waking, one arm starts to slide out only to be impeded by the bars on either side of the bed. Hand flinching back momentarily he pulls the pillow away from his face revealing still sleepy looking jeweled eyes.

"Good morning, Tsuzuki... care for some breakfast?"

A little fear creeps into those lovely eyes at the sight of Muraki. Not fully trusting his voice, the shinigami slowly nods his head. . .

"Very good... I'll bring some up... are you going to try to depart... or can I leave those off?"

Sitting up he leans against the wall, and replies in a small voice. "thanks. . . "

"I know you won't betray this trust..." He one eye gleamed menacingly as he left to get the shinigami's meal.

Upon returning, Muraki finds Tsuzuki in much the same position that he had left the man in. . .

"Here is your meal... enjoy."

Picking up the overly sweet pastry Tsuzuki can't help but smile a little as he gazes out he window, marveling somewhat at the inherent bizarreness of the situation.

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Waking, Schuldig looks down at the blonde still nestled in his arms. . . brushing some stray hairs back, he can't help but smile. Poor thing must be tired. . . this is the first time that he's ever been able to beat the shinigami awake.

There was a quiet knock at the door and Nagi poked his head in. "do you want anything before I have to get working?"

At the sound of Nagi's voice, Watari snuggles a little closer to Schu, trying to stave off waking. . .

/Sorry, Schu... I figured he'd be awake by now.../

/S'okay chibi. . . he's just been through some really frustrating times now. . . /

/oh... so coffee?/

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Ran glares at Ken and the rest of his teammates. . . how dare they accuse Muraki-sensei of being responsible for the current murders. . . That man is the only person that ever thought that Aya-chan had a chance of survival. Muraki is the only person that ever tried to help his sister. . . and because of that help she's awake. Now they want him to believe that the man is evil?!

"Ran... you have to understand... his practices are... well... illegal, no matter how many people he's actually helped along the way..." Ken was trying to be reasonable.

Crossing his arms in front of him, Ran continues to use the patented 'fujimiya-glare-of-death' against his teammate. . . no man would be able to be so evil and yet have the adoration of so many. . . it just wasn't possible. It wasn't possible that Aya-chan would be in the care of anyone dangerous. . . he was too careful for that.

Omi tried as well. "Ran... we have evidence... if you'll just look..." Without a word, the easily irritated red head turns and starts heading up the stairs. . . . . and eventually out of the flower shop altogether.

The others just sighed. Until Ran saw for his own eyes how evil the man was... there wasn't going to be any way they could convince him of it.

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For most of the day Tsuzuki manages to amuse himself by fogging up the windows and drawing stupid little drawings there and watching as they disappear back into nothing.

Not bothering to look back when he hears the door open and close, Tsuzuki correctly guesses that his visitor is Muraki, the shinigami finishes up with his current 'drawing'.

"You are leaving smears on my window..."

"Not like I have much anything else to do. . . " Tsuzuki comments while leaning forward to fog up another area of the window.

"Hmmm... that is true... I could probably find a book for you..."

"That would probably save your windows from getting smears on them," the shinigami comments, a small smile reflecting back at Muraki through the glass.

"Then I'll see about that... any other 'reasonable' requests?"

"A shower and my clothes back?"

"A shower... I can find some clothing I suppose..."

Turning he slips out of his smile, "Thanks. . . lounging around the entire day in pajamas is not really my style anymore."

"No... I suppose not... I'll return shortly." He unlocked a small door in the side wall. "You may use the shower facilities in here."

Waiting until Muraki has left the room, Tsuzuki slides off the bed and silently pads his way over to the door indicated. Looking into the room somewhat hesitantly, as if expecting some horrible sort of trap or creature to jump out at him and rip him to shreds, the shinigami finally walks in. Pulling one towel from its rack, he places it on a hook nearer to the shower and slips out of the hospital gown before turning on the water and stepping into the spray.

The water was just this side of too hot and felt wonderful on his skin. There were only basic necessities, soap and shampoo... but Tsuzuki used them anyways.

After scrubbing himself clean and lathering up his hair, the shinigami lets the water wash over him. . . . feeling oddly relaxed. Turning the water off, he grabs the towel, quickly drying himself off, he wraps the small bit of cloth around his waist and steps out of the shower. Heading into the other room, his skin prickles under the cold temperature of the air as he waits for the doctor to re-appear with some clothes for him.

There is a polite knock at the door, then Muraki returns. "Here are some things for you to wear." He handed Tsuzuki not his own clothing, but a simple pair of slacks and a button up shirt.

Accepting the clothes, the shinigami tries to fight back a blush as the doctor enters the room. About to head back into the small but functional bathroom to change, violet eyes widen when Muraki indicates that he should remain in the room to change. Looking at the pale doctor, Tsuzuki knows that he is rapidly acquiring a full body blush. . .

"Come come... it's not like you have anything I haven't seen before. I'm a doctor after all." He smiled amicably.

Studying the doctor's expression for a few moments, Tsuzuki bites his lower lip and takes a deep breath before commencing what is essentially be a reverse strip as he puts the simple clothes on. "hai."

Muraki nods and watches avidly.

Never once taking his eyes off of Muraki's expression, Tsuzuki slowly stumbles through the buttons on the top. . . still blushing furiously over the situation.

The doctor smiles... more like a smirk... then picks up the damp towel. "Now then.. what would you care to have for dinner?" Turning his gaze away from Muraki, the shinigami merely shakes his head, indicating no real preference in the matter. . .

"Now now... everyone has favorites, what would you like to eat?"

"I've never really met a meal that I didn't like. . ."

Muraki sighed. "Very well... I will order something. Oh and I did bring several books for you to peruse." He indicated a small pile of novels and other more weighty books on the bed.

Nodding, Tsuzuki waits for Muraki to leave the room before taking a better look at the different sorts of books that the man left for him to entertain himself with. . . . though he would have much preferred a little cooking or gardening to occupy his time.

The 'good' doctor paused outside the door as he turned the locks. He smiled, this was going much better than he ever could have dreamed. He walked down the hall...

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Driving up the long gravel driveway, Ran looks up at the facility. . . .there was no way possible for Muraki to be as evil as his teammates accused him of being. He was a doctor... who obviously cared for his patients. He cured Aya-chan... he wasn't evil... he wasn't...

In a window up on the second floor, Ran can barely make out the form of someone sitting there, peacefully engrossed in a book, languidly turning each page. . .