Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Beware What You Ask For ❯ Beware What You Ask For ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Beware What You Ask For...

[ Disclaimer ] I don't own YnM, and that's for the best most likely...
[ Warnings ] YAOI, Graphic Violence, NC LIME\LEMON
[ Pairing ] Demon Tsu x Muraki

Muraki frowned faintly as he silently watched the area within the diagram he had created over the floor. Walking over to the table he glanced once over his notes and then back at the shimmering pentagram. By all rights it should have worked by now. Cursing silently, he walked back towards the glowing star and looked at the symbols around the circle's edge, mentally checking them off as he studied them.

When he reached the rune that was supposed to have read time, he found the possible problem. The rune was slightly varied from the one he had thought he'd cast, instead of specifying the time as in hours in a day, it specified time as in tense, past tense in particular it seemed.

Walking around the diagram, he stopped in front of the varied rune, kneeling to undo it and recast the glowing rune. He had his hand over the violet light being shed, the words to unravel the rune on his lips when a bright flash of white light caused him to fall back in surprise, silver eyes looking up at the figure within the center of the pentagram.

A smile suddenly graced Muraki's lips as his eyes took in the other's appearance. The dark hair, the ebony suit.. those violet eyes looking down at him. It had worked.. and now he could put the rest of his plans for tonight into effect. Then as he sat there looking up into the shinigami's face he began to slowly realize something was very, *very* wrong.. the shinigami was smiling.. not his normal cheerful one.. but a smile that was beginning to make Muraki think of a feline with an injured bird beneath its claws.

And those eyes..

Something had indeed gone wrong he thought to himself as he began to shift his weight to pull himself away from the standing figure. He felt something pull against him and uneasily pulled his own eyes away from those chilling violet orbs to see that an ebony dress shoe rested on the edge of the kimono he had dressed in for tonight.

A detached part of himself very calmly told him that tonight's entertainment had been canceled and he would have been much better off dressed in more clothing than a simple sheer kimono. He just as calmly told that little voice to go to hell and returned his attention back to the figure still standing over him, watching him with amused violet eyes that seemed to be decidedly malevolent in nature at the moment. The smile was slowly twisting into a smirk and a phrase he had heard or read someplace came back to haunt him then. ' Beware what you ask for, you just might get it. '

He glanced at the small table not too far from them from the corner of one eye, if he were able to get to it he would be able to reverse his spell and send the shinigami back to where he had come from. First, however he had to get out of the kimono, so he could get there. A voice interrupted his thoughts and he raised his eyes once more to look up at the other man.

"Muraki.."

Shrugging slightly in acknowledgement, the fabric of the sheer violet kimono slid off his shoulders to fall against the floor. Feeling the silk leave his shoulders, he turned quickly and lunged forwards towards the table, only to feel something close around one ankle preventing him from reaching it. Off balance, he fell, catching himself with his arms he tried to kick out with his free leg. Without warning he found himself sprawled on his back, staring upwards at Tsuzuki.

Muraki noticed absently that sometime within the span of his attempt to run for his notes and the futile struggle, that Tsuzuki had rid himself of both his jacket and tie, he could see part of Tsuzuki's collarbone peeking out from the open neck of the white button-up shirt the shinigami wore. He didn't realize Tsuzuki had moved closer until a slender hand caressed one of his cheeks as the shinigami spoke again, the sound of it feeling like the silk of his kimono against his senses. "I believe you would look exquisite in crimson."

Muraki suppressed the shiver that wanted to run through him at the implication within that simple phrase. Slamming his highly-valued control into place, he kept himself still and his face stoic. "Perhaps.." he responded calmly, feigning indifference while watching the darker man draw back and begin to unfasten the rest of the buttons of the dress shirt. Muraki was beginning to think fate had an infernal sense of ironic humor, the one time he was actually getting what he'd been chasing after for all this time and he would have done just about anything to end it as quickly as possible. It was definitely not fair, he decided as the dress shirt fell to the floor joining the ebony jacket already there.

He pushed himself away from Tsuzuki without thinking as the shinigami returned his full attention to him. Inevitably, his eyes left the violet eyes to travel down the expanse of bare muscle and skin. Once more his inattention allowed the other man to close the small distance he had placed between them, a hand brushed over his cheek, traveling back to run through his hair. A faint hiss escaped him as the fingers tangled in it and tightened, pulling his head back slightly. Lifting his eyes, he saw Tsuzuki looking down at him, a sardonic smile curling his lips, violet eyes, callous, staring down into his own.

Tsuzuki leaned down closer towards him until Muraki could feel his breath across his lips, Tsuzuki stayed like that for a impossible moment, watching him with predatory gleam in his amethyst eyes, before lowering them and brushing his lips against his own faintly once, drawing back slightly to glance briefly up at him again in time to catch the slight widening of his natural eye which was the only sign he allowed to show of his surprise. A wanton smile suddenly flashed over the shinigami's features, and the eyes shifted away from his own as he felt Tsuzuki kiss him again, this time harder distracting him among other things which he tried to put out of mind and failed miserably.

Giving up his pretense of aloofness, he responded to the kiss and was taken by surprise as a sudden sharp pain traveled up from his neck and shoulder. He barely had time to look up into the violet eyes before everything sank into darkness.

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