Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Another Night ❯ Chapter 1

 

Title:Another Night

Anime: Yami no Matsuei

Paring: Muraki/Tsuzuki

Warnings: Yaoi (duh!), Lemon and all that goes with it, slightly OOC Tsuzuki (and I suppose Muraki is a little OOC as well)

 

A/N: I really didn't expect to write a sequel to “Just One Night”, but the thought of doing the deed in a church wouldn't shake me, so this was born! Enjoy!

 

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“So, you did return to me. Just as I hoped.”

 

Muraki watched Tsuzuki step into the church where they first met. The doctor never answered a direct summons from anyone besides work before in his adult life, but the rather insistent white bird wouldn't leave him be until he followed it here. Tsuzuki entered only moments later.

 

The brunette didn't bother with a greeting, his eyes were hard as gems, glaring at the man in front of him. “Why? Why did you tell me? I never wanted to know who I really was.”

 

“Well, you did respond to my offer, and you rewarded me so handsomely for the information.” The silver haired man leered as he leaned against the altar.

 

Tsuzuki stopped two rows from the front of the building. “You...you only wanted my body. I never wanted to know,” he repeated, his hands trembling with either nervousness or fear. “You forced this on me...”

 

“Just like I forced myself on you that night weeks ago?” It was Muraki's turn to move now, and he slowly stalked towards the violet-eyed man. “I wasn't aware that 'Take me, finish me, fuck me' was an expression of resistance.” Only a breath away, he pulled Tsuzuki close to him. “Even now, though your words are saying 'no', your very body is screaming 'yes'. I know you enjoyed what we did, don't be ashamed to admit it. I certainly did...”

 

“St-stop it...no...”

 

Muraki continued, tracing the side of Tsuzuki's neck with one finger. The Shinigami flinched but didn't jerk away. “I remember the softness of your skin, the taste of your sweat and tears. The screams of passion when I took you remain in my memory still. I can see that passion in your eyes right at this moment, you can't lie to me. Don't deny the lust in you that's so plain to see. Admit it, you didn't call me out tonight to accuse me of crimes that never existed.” Pale lips followed the same trail as his finger. “You want more of what I gave you before, don't you?”

 

Tsuzuki couldn't deny it. Everything changed after that night. The darkness within him was finally a familiar presence that he also couldn't deny. Unlike previous times, he wasn't driven to destroy himself.

 

What would be the point? He was meant to live for some reason. He was what he was.

 

He also couldn't deny how the man in front of him was making him feel.

 

Swallowing deeply, he leaned into the touch. “And what if I said yes?”

 

“Then, Beloved of Heaven, I would happily consent to make love to you once more.”

 

Tsuzuki backed away, feeling that name like a searing iron branding his soul. He couldn't bear it. “Don't call me that. Heaven doesn't need me anymore.”

 

Muraki cocked his head the side, looking as smug as always. “Alright then, I suppose 'Asato' will do for tonight. Come here.”

 

In those arms was the understanding he needed. The others at the Bureau didn't know how to deal with the subtle changes in their friend and comrade.

 

He had spent at least a week recovering from his earlier encounter with Muraki lying in the same trance Hisoka and Tatsumi found him in. There was really no point in coming out of it quickly. He had some shocking facts to process within himself first. He didn't have to be completely cognizant to know everyone's reactions. Hisoka picked up the residual emotions of despair and anguish, but also the fact that he, in a way, enjoyed the physical part of the encounter. That plus the physical evidence drying on his chest made the 16 year old put two and two together, and his disgust was obvious.

 

Not that Tsuzuki was having a hard enough time dealing with that fact, of course.

 

Tatsumi, ignorant of that, was angry with him for going against Muraki alone. Once he was back to walking and talking, Tsuzuki walked right into Konoe's office and demanded confirmation of his true past, as well as a reason why the tap into his personnel file wasn't revealed to him. There was no point in hiding anything anymore, and Tsuzuki was a changed man from that day on.

 

The silly giggling, dessert hogging and laziness that was his trademark was gone, replaced by the steely efficiency of a powerful man that had worked his post for over 70 years. Cases were solved quickly and with such ruthlessness that had Hisoka both surprised and worried, when he was in the mood to speak to his older partner. Everyone was worried, in fact, but there was no point in Tsuzuki hiding behind the buffoon act anymore.

 

And there was not point in hiding his attraction to the man in front of him anymore. As much as he wanted to hate Muraki with the very core of his being, he couldn't forget the passion of that evening. Even with the trauma the doctor cruelly inflicted on his mind and soul, his body reminded him daily of of the intense pleasure inflicted upon it.

 

Muraki's lips met his, and Tsuzuki opened his mouth to receive the the slow, seductive kiss. He grabbed the lapels of that ever present white trench coat, pulling the man even closer, stating his intentions fully.

 

Larger hands covered his, releasing the hold as a chuckle vibrated against his lips. “Eager, are we? How about showing me just how eager you are.” Muraki stepped back until he was leaning against the altar again. “I believe I did a great deal of the work last time, so now it's your turn. Show me how much you want this. Strip for me.”

 

“Huh?” The light of growing passion within him flickered in confusion. “Here? But this is a church...”

 

“What, are you afraid you'll be sent to Hell? Hell signs your paychecks, Asato. If you do not have any other excuses, I'm waiting.”

 

Now the confusion turned into embarrassment. His cheeks reddened at the very thought of undressing in front of another person. Never mind, of course, that Muraki had already seen him nude, twice.

 

Nevertheless, another excuse popped into his head. “This is a public place, Muraki. Someone might see us.”

 

Muraki looked unimpressed. “Oh, is that it? That is a problem easily remedied.”

 

Drawing his hand into a fist in front of him, the doctor closed his eyes and concentrated. Tsuzuki could feel the inklings of increased power before that fist was consumed in inky darkness. Opening his hand, Muraki willed that darkness to spread, filling the sanctuary until Tsuzuki could not see his own hand in front of his face.

 

“And now, no one can see you revealing yourself to me.”

 

“But neither can you.”

 

Once more, Tsuzuki heard that smug laugh and directly in front of him flashed a silver dot of light.

 

“I assure you, that I can see you perfectly. I wouldn't have asked you to disrobe in the dark if I didn't have some way to see it. My eyes, or should I say my eye, is always on you.”

 

The detective had completely forgotten about that hidden false eye. Though he wasn't sure about what all it could do, it did make sense to him that it would give Muraki night vision. At least Tsuzuki couldn't see Muraki watching him, which did help. With a deep breath to calm himself, he shrugged off his trench coat first. The suit coat and tie followed shortly, and all the while he avoided looking at that silver glow. This was no seductive striptease, though he was certain that Muraki was enjoying his embarrassment just as much as he was enjoying the removal of each layer of clothing. Both remained silent.

 

Once he'd slipped out of his pants, Tsuzuki was starting to resemble a tomato in human form. Surely, Muraki didn't mean that his underwear had to go as well?

 

“All of it, Asato. Let me feast my eyes on all of your glory.”

 

Damn! Leave it to him to read Tsuzuki's thoughts.

 

The white boxers were on the ground in a matter of seconds. The quicker he got them off, he thought, the sooner this silly game would be over. Finished, he looked up to glare at the glowing gaze, only to find it gone.

 

“Muraki?” he asked tentatively, worried for a moment that he was to be left naked and alone in a church as some twisted form of punishment.

 

That deep, silky voice from behind him made him jump. “I'm right here, enjoying the rear view. I didn't want to miss seeing every single inch of you.”

 

Strong arms wrapped around him and searching lips feasted on his neck. Muraki had shed both his coats, and those arms were encased in the softest silk of his silver dress shirt. The sensation teased Tsuzuki's already flushed skin and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips.

 

“You're so beautiful,” Muraki whispered hotly in his ear. “And delicious. You've tempted me for far too long, and I don't believe I will ever get my fill of you. I want to hear your wonderful voice screaming for me tonight.”

 

Still covered by darkness, Tsuzuki couldn't see the searching hands on his chest, flickering his nipples into hardness, ghosting over his abdomen, gently scratching his hipbone with a touch too soft to tickle. His ears and neck were being nipped and suckled, and his knees buckled to the point of nearly giving away. He leaned back on the larger frame behind him for support, moaning his pleasure all the way. Muraki's hands and mouth were working magic of a different kind that what was keeping the room dark.

 

Suddenly, he was turned around by those hands, meeting the doctor face to face. From up close, the false eye gave just enough light to barely illuminate Muraki's face, giving him a sinister look.

 

“You sound like you're enjoying yourself. Good. But it seems as if I'm doing most of the work again. Forgive me, I am just as eager. You're more than welcome to play as well...”

 

Without even waiting for another command, Tsuzuki stepped forward, nuzzling the pale skin of Muraki's neck. He absently wondered if the skin there tasted the same as the patch he sampled weeks ago. Running his tongue along the fluttering pulse he found, he determined that he was correct in his assumption. With a deep sigh, Muraki raised his head, giving Tsuzuki more room to explore.

 

“Tsu...zuki, that feels amazing,” the taller man gasped, surprising Tsuzuki. He wasn't aware of how such a tiny touch would affect his adversary. Who knew such fair skin was so sensitive?

 

He never thought about it before, but even in his naked state, he held some power. Tsuzuki knew that he was lusted after, he knew what lengths Muraki would go through to get his attention. He knew that he could just turn and walk away, leaving the doctor just like this (granted, he probably wouldn't get too far before being thrown down and raped, but it was still a possibility). What an interesting change, to hold at least some control in how this night would go. It made him a little giddy and daring.

 

“I'd be able to do more,” he drawled, pulling the bass of his voice, “if I could see.” Teasing fingers played with the shirt collar that kept him from doing “more”.

 

Tsuzuki smiled to himself as he felt the silver-haired man shudder. “I thought you were worried about being seen, you awful tease.”

 

“It's late enough, no one should be around, right?”

 

Without moving from where he stood, Muraki willed the darkness to dissipate like clouds, revealing the sanctuary once more. Unfortunately, for all of Tsuzuki's bluster, he did feel a mite embarrassed at being the only naked one in the room.

 

“What's wrong, Asato, getting nervous so soon?” The smirk on Muraki's face nearly split it in half.

 

“Shut up,” Tsuzuki growled before unfastening the buttons on Muraki's shirt, glaring at the increasingly exposed pale chest. Admittedly, he did a lot of thinking about this chest in the most carnal manner since first seeing it weeks ago, but given all that happened, he'd never given it a close examination. He certainly didn't notice the faint silvery scar marring it's perfection the first time.

 

Pausing for a moment as Muraki let the opened shirt drop from his shoulders, Tsuzuki ran his finger absently over the slightly raised spot. Funny, when he stabbed the madman, he intended for them both to perish together.

 

“How sweet. Feeling sorry you ever hurt me?”

 

Tsuzuki glared up into this face. “You deserve worse...”

 

“Oh, really? I'm no more of a monster than you are, my darling. Ironically, we're just not meant to die. Now don't tell me you're suddenly judging me at a time like this. We were having such fun until now. Here, let me get you back into the mood.”

 

At first, Tsuzuki didn't respond to the embrace, or to the not so gentle kiss that followed. This was wrong, no matter how great it felt. The doctor wasn't going to give up that easily, grabbing the globes of his bare ass, making him gasp long enough to insert his tongue.

 

It felt great, no matter how wrong it was...

 

Tsuzuki felt his arousal return to him, melting into the embrace and the kiss.

 

“That's much better,” Muraki breathed against his lips, flexing the supple flesh of Tsuzuki's rear. “Still interested in doing more?” A searching finger probed lightly in the space between, teasing the skin there.

 

“Yess,” Tsuzuki hissed, leaning back into those hands. “More...”

 

“You'll have to prepare me again, then. You did such an excellent job last time.”

 

“I didn't bring anything for that, unless you did.” He flushed at the mere mention of the necessary component to their joining. It wasn't as if he was truly expecting this to happen in the first place, at least not here, anyway.

 

“That wasn't what I meant, exactly, but don't worry, I came prepared for that. What I want you to do is prepare me with this sweet mouth of yours.” He traced the outline of Tsuzuki's lips with a single finger. “It's been something I've fantasized a great deal about.”

 

Tsuzuki didn't know what confounded him more, the fact that the request was made in the first place, or the fact that his knees were already bending to the floor, hands fumbling at the opening at those white dress pants. Muraki's earlier guess that he had never been taken before was true and he also had never performed this act as well. This wasn't exactly the idea time, place, or person for a first time, but he knew that one such as he couldn't expect ideal situations. And besides, he would only be returning the favor.

 

Muraki remained thankfully still, only emitting a deep “uhhn” as Tsuzuki tentatively slipped his lips around the head of his cock. Mimicking the doctor's ministrations from their last encounter, he pulled back a bit and licked at the tip, getting a taste of what was yet to come. Spicy, salty, bitter, with a slight musk that tempted him to try to take as much into his mouth before the almighty gag reflex kicked in.

 

His throat immediately tightened, and he wrenched his head away, releasing the spit dampened hardness as he tried to keep from gagging. A hand on his head kept him from falling over in his haste.

 

“There now, that wasn't too bad for a beginner,” Muraki purred. “In fact, I want to get a bit more comfortable before you try again.”

 

“Again?” Tsuzuki asked as he watched Muraki step out of his pants, kicking them onto the pew behind them. Honestly, the man had to have had better attempts than him.

 

Gently flexing his fingers in Tsuzuki's hair, Muraki lead him to the pew. He sat, legs spread to accommodate the smaller man's kneeling frame, cock standing proudly at attention.

 

“Yes, again. This is a much better view.”

 

Tsuzuki resumed his previous pace, carefully taking in far less then he did before. He thought about what he would like to have done to him, were he the one sitting, and bobbed his head. The responding groan tickled his ears, and he felt in control once more. With little effort, he was able to draw moan after moan. An absent lick made the man above him jump a little, so he did it again and again and again.

 

In the time that he knew the madman, he had absent, fleeting thoughts of torturing the man for his crimes. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, it would do for now.

 

Soon, he had developed a rhythm of sucking, licking and humming (the first drew an impressive sound from the back of Muraki's throat) the sensitive flesh between his lips. Looking up, he witnessed the visual results of his handiwork. Instead of looking down with a smirk, as Tsuzuki assumed he would be, Muraki's head was thrown back, mouth open, panting.

 

Most curious of all, the pale skin was flushed.

 

The dominating and suave Dr. Muraki was a faint shade of pink from neck to chest, panting like some virgin under the month of a relative novice. No wonder he's usually dressed from the neck down, Tsuzuki thought, taking note of the image in his mind.

 

Hmmm....

 

A gasp shot from Muraki's mouth as Tsuzuki moved forward suddenly to take just a bit more, anticipating enough to not gag this time. The hands in his hair tightened, yanking him away so fast that Tsuzuki was certain that he would accidentally harm him, and crushing him against passionate, frantic lips.

 

“You're...an utter vixen...” Muraki panted.

 

“And you're so sensitive,” Tsuzuki panted back.

 

Muraki chucked. “That is the first time anyone has ever called me that. But I will admit that I greatly enjoy the touch of another, especially yours. You will be the end of me, and I haven't gotten nearly enough yet, Asato.”

 

Feeling more bold by his performance, Tsuzuki returned the kiss with equal fervor. His own erection had been neglected for far too long and he wanted satisfaction.

 

“More,” he growled. “You said that you wanted to hear my scream. It looks like you're the only one screaming right now.”

 

“Oh really?” With a quick yank, Tsuzuki found himself hauled up onto Muraki's lap, back pressed against the doctor's chest.

 

“You know I cannot resist a challenge,” he rasped as he searched his neglected pants for the telltale vial of oil. “And rest assured, you will be hoarse when I'm done with you.”

 

Preparation didn't take as long has before, even though it was Tsuzuki's second time being taken. He lacked the patience to deal with the slow steadiness of opening him up. Besides, he wanted a little friction as well.

 

He didn't wait for a pause as he positioned himself over Muraki's hardness and slid down. The moment of pain didn't hang around long enough to compete with the fullness he missed. Tsuzuki wasted no time raising and lowering his hips repeatedly, reaching behind and grabbing Muraki's shoulders for support. Muraki gripped his hips tightly and thrust forward, matching each one perfectly.

 

Looking ahead, Tsuzuki took note of his surroundings for the first time since he undressed. The back of the church, behind the altar, were a series of stained glass windows. One of those windows depicted a group of angels with white wings and robes, singing the praises of the Heavenly Host and witnessing the debauchery in their temple.

 

A fallen angel and a pale devil rutting in such a holy place, moaning and crying out praises to the sins of their flesh. He knew he should be ashamed, but it was difficult when he felt so good. This was were he belonged, in the embrace of a killer just like him.

 

Tsuzuki then craned his neck to look behind his shoulder. Muraki's silver hair, damp with sweat, clung to the side of his face. Awkwardly reaching back, he brushed that wet bang back, revealing that unnatural eye. It didn't stay back for long, of course, sliding down over his glasses once more.

 

Strange, Tsuzuki thought. “You...left your glasses on...”

 

“Indeed,” was the breathy reply. “I wanted to see you in full bloom...clearly. Speaking of which,” he pulled the Shinigami off his cock. “Turn around...quickly. I'm not going to last much longer, and I want to see you finish.”

 

It took only seconds for Tsuzuki to remount the doctor's lap as requested, thankfully away from the voyeuristic angels. Spearing himself once more, he wrapped his arms around Muraki's shoulders and used that leverage to continue his thrusts.

 

Silver and violet eyes locked as they raced towards orgasm, silently daring the other to reach first. Tsuzuki believed that he had the advantage once more, controlling the increasingly frantic thrusts. He wasn't nearly as teased beforehand, so he knew that he would last.

 

And unlike last time, Muraki was having difficultly holding a sentence together. With no horrifying tales to hear, Tsuzuki could concentrate on enjoying what was happening to him physically.

 

A warm hand encircling his own burning arousal made him gasp out loud. As that hand roughly pumped him, his own release clawed through him. Muraki had regained the upper hand, so to speak.

 

“Come for me.” That voice, roughened with passion, scaled Tsuzuki brain and he was lost.

 

Screaming into the empty sanctuary, Tsuzuki felt his orgasm hit him so hard it was nearly painful. He barely heard Muraki growl out his name and barely felt the organ inside him pulse as it filled his opening. Each wave made him see stars and once he was completely spent, he slumped forward, his face buried in the crook of Muraki's neck, and attempted to catch his breath.

 

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Outside the church, in front of the angel window, Hisoka's shocked eyes filled with tears. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

 

He secretly followed Tsuzuki to the the church to back him up in case he wanted to confront Muraki directly for what the evil man did to him. He hoped that the truth of what actually happened would come to light, and his assumptions were false.

 

He hoped that for once, his powers were mistaken, and that Tsuzuki hadn't consented to Muraki's ministrations before. The changes in the man were unnerving to everyone.

 

Watching Muraki pull Tsuzuki towards him was painful enough, but watching Tsuzuki respond, nuzzling and kissing him, was nearly too much for the 16 year old to bear.

 

Did he not remember what a horrible creature that man is? He thought.

 

Unable to look away, Hisoka saw nearly everything from his hiding place. He worried when the darkness blocked his view, but felt his anger rise when it dissipated, revealing Tsuzuki's nude body and Muraki's hands all over it. Every kiss twisted the knife in his heart more. Watching the man he once admired (though he'd never admit it) kneel in front of the man who was wholly responsible for his death tore at him. When Tsuzuki looked at the window, panting with sick pleasure, he saw and felt the full of Tsuzuki's thoughts.

 

Arousal/desire/acquisition/acceptance

 

He refused to watch the conclusion of their tryst, taking to the sky and returning to the MeiFu. If Tsuzuki's new behavior wasn't enough of a hint that someone was wrong, what he had just observed was the shining klaxon that pushed Hisoka out of his disgust. The Tsuzuki he knew would never do something like this and he was going to get to the bottom of the why.

 

He was going to need help, though.

 

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With his most precious doll now spent and gasping in his lap, Muraki's smirk returned.

 

The curse he carved onto Hisoka's skin made it quite easy to notice when the little rabbit was nearby.

 

I do hope he enjoyed the show, he thought. A pity that I couldn't see his reaction, it would have been beautiful to observe. Run away and tell everyone of what you've seen, boya. Let them reject Asato until he has no other choice but me.

 

Soon, my darling, you will be completely mine.