Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Excuse me, please pass the Shampoo? ( Chapter 13 )

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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 thirteen.

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Ran walked up to the front door, and as usual, the door was unlocked. "Konnichiwa..."

From the top of the stairs the doctor looks down at the red head. "Konbanwa Ran-kun. I'm sorry but Aya-chan has just gone to sleep a little bit ago. . ."

"Aa." Ran tried to hide his disappointment. It was a long trip out here after all. "I see... well... I guess another time..."

"I was about to have diner with a dear friend of mine. . . would you like to join us? It would be our pleasure to have you. . . "

"I wouldn't want to intrude..."

Straightening out his tie, Muraki smiles warmly at the youth, "not at all."

"Very well... maybe Aya-chan will wake up later."

"If you want, there's a restroom to the right of the dining room where you can wash up from your long trip. . . my friend and I will be down in just a little bit."

"Thank you." Ran went to avail himself of the facilities.

His attention on the book, Tsuzuki doesn't bother to look up when Muraki enters the room, happy to remain seated comfortably in the bed than having to pay attention to his 'friendly' physician.

"Now now... Tsuzuki, is that any way to act... we have a guest for dinner tonight."

Looking up, the shinigami cocks his head to the side, "a guest?"

"Yes... so get ready."

The corner of a page is bent, marking the stopping point when it is closed and placed on the bed. "Ready?"

"Alright, do you want to wash up or anything?"

Getting up from the bed, Tsuzuki stretches a little as he saunters over to the bathroom. He's about to close the door, when Muraki leans against it with a smile. Sighing, the shinigami quickly washes his hands and face. . . Feeling around for a towel, Tsuzuki finally asks. . . "So who is this guest?"

"Fujimiya Ran."

Sputtering a little, violent violet eyes look up at Muraki, "if you dare. . ."

Without warning, a pale hand reaches out snaring the smaller man by his wrist and spinning him around so that he is securely pinned between the unyielding tile wall, and the doctor. "If I dare what, my sweet Asato-kun?"

Trying to catch his breathe, Tsuzuki can only glance back at Muraki. . . scared from the unexpected reaction. "Just don't hurt him. . . " he manages to say in a softer, humbled voice.

"Not if you behave, darling." He leaned forward and kissed the shinigami lightly.

Tsuzuki freezes when Muraki's lips come into contact with his, not even sure if the option of struggling would be construed as 'misbehavior' upon his part.

"Good boy... let's not keep Ran waiting..."

Silently the shorter man follows Muraki out of the room, jumping slightly when the pale doctor turns to him in the hallway pulling him close. Nervously, Tsuzuki looks up into ice-cold eyes wondering what the man intends to do now?

"I know you'll be good for me, Tsuzuki."

"I'll be good. . . "

"Good... we wouldn't want anything to happen... would we?"

Slowly the dark haired man shakes his head. "No, we wouldn't want anything to happen. . . "

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Balancing the dart with lethal accuracy, Omi glares at his current target and lets the small projectile go streaming towards its intended mark. Next to the small assassin, Ken groans. . . complaining about having to play darts against Bombay.

"Well... you wanted to play a game... and you said I could pick it..."

Still whining, the brunette looks over at the person that he currently believes to be evil-incarnate, "Yeah, but I was hoping that you would at least be nice enough to chose a game that I would have a chance at against you. . ."

The blond shrugged and let another dart fly at the face of Muraki-sensei. "You didn't make any conditions." He took out the doctor's visible eye.

"And now I regret it completely. . . "

Omi smirked and let his last dart go, spearing the man in the picture through the throat. He went up and retrieved the darts. "Your turn... vital areas are 50 pts... non-vital ones are 20, just hitting the photo gives you 10..." He smirked and handed the darts to Ken.

Eyeing the darts as one would a wild animal, Ken carefully weighs one in his fingertips. Taking aim at Muraki's eye he lets it fly. . . . hitting the wall.

"Sorry Ken... maybe I should give you 5 points for hitting the wall..."

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Smiling, Tsuzuki greets his grand nephew. . . before being ushered to the seat next to Muraki. "Ran-kun, what is new with you? I didn't expect to see you here. . . "

"Asato-san... you know Muraki-sensei?"

A nervous smile creeps across the shinigami's features, "you could say that. . ."

"Ah..."

"Tsuzuki and I are old friends, are we not?"

"Sometimes it seems like we've known each other for too long." Tsuzuki manages to quip before popping a mouthful into his mouth with a slight smile.

Muraki glares at him while Ran's gaze was elsewhere, then schools his expression again. "Aaa... sometimes..."

"I still remember once when I was trying to finish up a case. . . I ended up wandering around a little park in Nagasaki, and a little girl just collapsed from the heat. When all of a sudden, this guy," to emphasize his point, Tsuzuki gestures in Muraki's direction with the ends of his chopsticks, "shows up and helps her."

Ran nodded. "You seem to like helping children."

"He does, doesn't he?"

The meal passed slowly for Tsuzuki, he let Muraki and Ran make small talk and discuss Aya-chan's treatment. He felt on edge, like any wrong move he made and the 'good doctor' would summarily kill his nephew. When the dessert appears, Tsuzuki feels like a new person. . . eyes bright he watches the maid put the sweets down in the middle of the table, barely hearing Muraki's chuckle of amusement at his reaction.

Ran smirked. "Aya-chan always did the same thing at family dinners..."

"Ran-kun, didn't you know that the most important part of the meal is dessert?" Tsuzuki says with a smile, a part of him feeling somewhat elated that at least Muraki seems to be in a favorable mood at the moment.

"I don't care for sweets..."

"Hard to believe we are related. . . "

"Aa."

One eyebrow raises in question when Tsuzuki notices Muraki holding a bite sized morsel out to him. He doesn't really expect me to be fed by him. . . does he? The doctor smiled pleasantly, but his eye flicked to Ran then back again. Leaning forward, he takes the bite. . . cheeks starting to blush from the situation, praying that this won't continue any further.

Muraki smiles, obviously pleased. "Fujimiya-san, your sister is likely waking up... would you like to take her dinner to her?"

Slightly flustered at the display in front of him. . . Ran nods his head, unable to actually vocalize at the moment.

"You'll find the kitchen at the end of the hall... just tell them I said you could take Aya-chan's meal to her."

The brunette watches as his grand nephew disappears out of the room. Sitting patiently, he waits for Muraki's reaction. . . hoping that it is favorable, yet scared that he'll kill his only living relatives.

"Let's go upstairs... we wouldn't want to upset the children after all..."

Getting up, he pushes the chair back in. "I think that we already did. . ." is the response in a quiet and oddly sad voice.

"And who's fault is that?" Muraki followed closely on his heels up the stairway.

"I don't know. . . "

"I think you will have to think about it... while I do evening rounds. Wait on your bed..."

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Sleepily, Aya smiles at her brother. "Ran-niisan!"

"Aya-chan... I have dinner..."

"Arigatou." Reaching to the side, she finds her crutches, and makes her way over to a small table and chairs that are in the room. "Are you eating with me too?"

"I already ate with Muraki-sensei and Tsuzuki-san."

Lowering herself into the seat, she laughs a little, proud of the fact that she can now move around without being forced to use a wheelchair anymore. "Who is Tsuzuki-san?"

Ran paused for a moment. "He is a friend of Muraki-sensei's."

"Is he nice? What is he like?"

"He's very nice... he likes sweets as much as you."

"Then he has to be a nice person. . . you are what you eat." She says with a wink.

Ran chuckled.

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Lights throb with the beat of the club as Yohji makes his way through the crowded dance floor. . . a smile curves its way across his features as he searches out Schuldig. . . The red head is writhing to the beat, his long hair pulled back for once. His eyes were closed as he danced alone, and yet as part of the mass. There was an almost visible aura around him... that if you touched you'd get burned. Sidling up next to German, the tall Japanese continues to sensually move with the beat.

/thought you'd never get here.../

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Tsuzuki looks up as the door opens. . . streaming light across the room.

"Ah... Tsuzuki-chan... you look lovely by moonlight..."

Blinking he turns his gaze away. "Thank you."

Muraki shut the door not bothering to turn off the light. He started to remove his jacket as he crossed the room. "Lovely... simply lovely..."

He can't help himself, seeing Muraki coming towards him the shinigami slowly scoots further away and further into the head of the bed. The smile on Muraki's face vanishes. "You still don't know how to behave... do you... strip."

Freezing momentarily, it takes a moment for him to get his breathing under control again. Unbuttoning the first few buttons, the dark haired man continues to fumble with the small enclosures while looking anywhere but at his tormentor. The doctor watched, already naked, his pale skin gleaming in the cold light.

Getting up from the bed, Tsuzuki slinks out of the shirt before moving to work on his slacks. . . tears starting to run a burning pathway down his cheeks.

He waited for the shinigami to be nearly done, then grabbed his arm and flung him face down on the bed. "Now... I have to punish you... you brought this on yourself you know..." He climbed up on the bed.

"please. . . " is all he manages to choke out as he looks back at the man hovering over him, not daring to move from where he was thrown.

"Please? You have no right to ask anything of me..." He parted the man's legs, and positioned himself. "But if you beg enough I MIGHT use something to make this easier for you..."

"I'm sorry. . ."

"Not good enough..." He moved forward so that his erection was just barely entering Tsuzuki.

Gasping, Tsuzuki does his best not to try and jerk away from the penetration. . . "please. . . i'm sorry. . . i'll try to behave. . . i'm sorry. . . "

Muraki pressed closer... "Tell me you want me to fuck you... beg me..."

Amethyst eyes peer over his shoulder and up at Muraki, hoping to be spared at least a little pain in this encounter. "please fuck me. . . i need you. . . ."

The man reached around for the tube concealed under the pillow. "More... tell me more..." He slicked a couple fingers and started to ease them into the shinigami's rear.

"Ah. . . I need to feel you inside me. . . . fucking me senseless. . . "

Muraki purred in his ear. "keep going..." He stabbed his fingers in and out...

"Fuck me please. . . i need. . . .Aah. . . you to pound me into the mattress. I want you to screw me senseless. . . "

"Yes... I will... keep telling me how good it feels as I fuck you..." He positioned himself again and entered the shinigami in one smooth push.

"Aaah. . . " New tears start spilling from violet eyes. Burying his face in the pillow, Tsuzuki makes a sobbing sound. "It hurts. . . it hurts. . ."

"Shhhh... it will stop hurting..." He continued to slowly withdraw and enter again...

"promise?" the shinigami manages to ask through his sobs.

"Of course..." Changing his angle a bit, he aimed for that sensitive spot deep inside... Moaning the brunette tries to get control of his breathing. Muraki continues... knowing that he had the right spot when Tsuzuki cries out suddenly. He sped up his pace... repeatedly pounding in the man.

"Ah. . . ah. . . more. . . "

"Of course..." More force, more speed, Muraki brings them both to climax. He moaned softly, burying his face in Tsuzuki's neck, biting gently, his seed filling the brunette. Falling against the bed, Tsuzuki barely notices Muraki still on top of him not yet having pulled out of him. Panting against the pillow it slowly dawns on him that he begged Muraki to fuck him. . . and worse, that he enjoyed it.