Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Complicated ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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

Not for young and innocent readers - enough said.

COMPLICATED 6

Tatsumi brought his hands up to Muraki's forearms, and closed his eyes, kissing the doctor with just as much fervor as the latter did. Muraki moved, taking a step back, both his arms still around Tatsumi, leading him outside the dining room, their lips not once going apart. Tatsumi brought his arms up and looped them around Muraki's neck, running his fingers through the amazingly soft platinum locks. Muraki pulled from the kiss and climbed up the stairs, his hand clasping Tatsumi's, who followed him up. Both had deep blushes on their faces and were starting to feel a bit hot.

Muraki threw the door of the bedroom open and pulled Tatsumi in to another kiss, only this time it was much deeper than the one they shared downstairs. Automatically, Muraki kicked the door close and pinned Tatsumi on the door, making the secretary moan, but this was swallowed once again by Muraki's now pink lips. Tatsumi's hands were on Muraki's waist. Just then, Muraki stopped kissing and leaned on Tatsumi, dropping his head on his shoulders. Tatsumi had been a bit disappointed when he had stopped kissing him, but wondered why Muraki did anyway.

"Tatsumi, I - I really -" Muraki's hands fisted on Tatsumi's sleeves. "I truly care for you. It is strange, this feeling I have."

Tatsumi hugged him and buried his face on the crook of his neck. "I feel strange too." He then remembered something. "I'm curious. In all the days I've spent here, where did you sleep?"

Muraki chuckled. "On the couch downstairs."

They looked at each other and amused smiles crept up upon their faces. Muraki pulled his glasses off and blushed a bit brighter. Tatsumi pulled his own off and walked over to the bed, placing it on the side table. He began to unbutton his shirt, slowly, thinking about how he felt. When Muraki had kissed him, he did not feel like it was a sin, considering what had happened two months ago, but found it quite right, for he had felt the need for it. He wanted to be with Muraki, and wanted the latter to feel the same. The exchange of the burning desires and fluttering feelings they got amused them, for it was new and something so out-of-character.

He felt two arms loop around him from behind, the hands landing on his, the fingers unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt. The light brushes of Muraki's fingers on his torso, made him arch back, his eyes closed as he placed his head on Muraki's shoulders. Muraki continued unbuttoning the shirt, so slowly, while his lips busied themselves with Tatsumi's neck, giving light nips and kisses, making Tatsumi's breathing come out in breathy rhythms. Tatsumi's hand trailed up towards Muraki's head, running his fingers through his hair as Muraki continued to assault his neck gently, lovingly and slowly. His lips moved up, towards Tatsumi's jaw, the teeth brushing against the skin, making Tatsumi shiver.

"I love you." Muraki whispered to his ear, the shirt now completely unbuttoned, his fingers now fiddling with the belt. He kissed his ear, his breath tickling the outer lobes, and making Tatsumi shiver again. His light feathery kisses turned to gentle bites, occasionally, he would lick the ear, and Tatsumi could only hiss in lust. Muraki's hands unzipped his pants, and slowly pushed them down Tatsumi's waist, causing it to fall with a clatter on the carpet along with his underwear. Tatsumi turned around and pulled Muraki in to a kiss, the doctor now massaging his scalp, while Tatsumi remained occupied with Muraki's white dress shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning the buttons. He pushed the shirt off, exposing Muraki's body. His eyes fell on Muraki's shoulder and noticed a very dark scar on his collarbone. He stopped kissing Muraki and looked at him with questioning blue eyes.

"What - What happened?" He asked, gently bringing a finger to the scar, lightly outlining it.

"Back then, during the fire, a metal scrap fell on me, and this is the scar." He said, silver eyes soft from the concern Tatsumi showed. He placed a hand on Tatsumi's face, and gently drew circles on his cheek with his thumb. "Does not matter." Tatsumi closed his eyes and brought a hand on top of the one on his cheek. Muraki gently pushed him down to the bed, and got rid of his own pants and underwear in the process. He towered above Tatsumi, supporting his weight on his two hands that he placed on the sides of Tatsumi's head. Tatsumi brought a hand up to his face and brushed away his hair. He was not affected by Muraki's glass eye. Muraki lowered himself and kissed Tatsumi's throat, nibbling at his Adam's apple. "Are you really -" He said, trailing his tongue down towards Tatsumi's chest, whose arms were now around his head, head thrown back in pleasure. "Leaving tomorrow?"

"I -" Tatsumi gasped when Muraki's teeth gently nipped at one of his nipples. "I - I have to - Muraki!" He groaned, Muraki smirking as his teeth trailed down to Tatsumi's waist, his tongue licking the little curve on his hips. Tatsumi's hands fell on his sides, and grasped the white silk linen of the bed. Muraki had brought a hand to his manhood and gently ran a finger up its length, making Tatsumi arch up to the touch.

Muraki smiled in to his kisses on Tatsumi's taunt stomach. He began to draw lazy circles on his organ, lifting his head up to find Tatsumi's throat exposed, head completely thrown back, body in a smooth arc. He felt something inside him burst at the sight of Tatsumi looking open and vulnerable under his touch. He crawled up and began to suck on his neck, leaving several red and visible marks as he did so.

"I'm going to have a - a -a hard time tomo - tomorrow because of y-you!" Tatsumi groaned out.

"Why?" Muraki asked, although he knew the answer.

"I won't g-get work done, because of memories o-of tonight!" He said, and brought Muraki's face up so that he was looking up at him, "I have no regrets." He said, and smiled sincerely up at him, face flushed and sweaty from their heated kisses and touches. "Happy memories are the only things I have and will have from tomorrow onwards, until I am able to come back."

Muraki smiled down at him and gently kissed his forehead, an innocent place, and a symbol of faith, respect and true love. "Same goes for me." He said and kissed his eyes.

He reached out for the lotion he had placed on the dresser before he began his task in undressing Tatsumi. He straddled Tatsumi's thighs and watched as Tatsumi gave out a small and barely audible whimper of protest. He spread a good amount of the lotion in his fingers and gently, reached down towards Tatsumi's entrance, fingering them, making Tatsumi buck in pleasure and need. With slow and slick movements, he pushed a finger in, stretching the entrance, making Tatsumi throw his head to one side and gasp out his name. Muraki went rigid with excitement, but controlled his patience. He pushed another finger and then another, Tatsumi's fists on the bed linen now so tight that his knuckles went white. He stretched and probed, gently feeling the silk heat of Tatsumi's entrance. He fingered deeper and Tatsumi groaned loudly, arching up, eyes tightly shutting close. Muraki then understood that he had hit something inside that drove him mad with pleasure. "Tatsumi?" He called out, slowly withdrawing his hand, causing Tatsumi to shiver under him. "Tatsumi?" He said again, and this time, Tatsumi slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. "Are you in pain?" He asked, concerned.

"No." He said, shaking his head, giving him a smile. "No, Muraki, I am not."

Muraki heaved a sigh of relief and positioned himself properly. "Tatsumi, look at me." Tatsumi looked up at him and stared, just lost in that silver eye, heart pounding louder than thunder. They were silent for a moment, not saying anything. Muraki then blinked, kissing his lips gently. With a swift move, he pushed himself in to Tatsumi, causing the latter to give out a scream of contentment, his neck arching up to Muraki. "I love you." Muraki whispered and buried his face on Tatsumi's throat, giving out a low grunt as he entered Tatsumi completely. Tatsumi's breath hitched, stopping for a moment, as his eyes were wide and mirrored pleasure in all colors and forms.

"Muraki, I - I -" Tatsumi brought his arms up on Muraki's back. "I love you." He sighed out and just held him like that. They remained unmoving for several silent minutes, just enjoying the feel of the other. "Love me." He said, and Muraki pushed himself up, brushing away a lock of damp brown hair away from Tatsumi's face.

With slow and gentle movements, Muraki pulled out and pushed himself inside again, the rhythm gaining a steady beat until Tatsumi was gasping and struggling to breathe under him, head shaking from side to side, hands fisted tightly on sheets. Muraki allowed himself to ride the waves of pleasure, and increased his pace, feeling his insides reaching the edge. He felt Tatsumi tighten under him, and he went mad with lust, as soon as Tatsumi's seed came and landed on his stomach.

"Muraki!" Tatsumi cried out loud, arching up. Muraki felt his head explode in a sea of colors, as he emptied himself inside Tatsumi, gasping out his name, his head thrown back from the shear content of it all.

He suddenly felt so tired and drained. His breaths, along with Tatsumi's came out in loud and gasping ones. He slowly lowered himself down beside Tatsumi, his face down on the pillow. Tatsumi was unmoving, just lying there, his shoulders rising and falling fast. Tatsumi brought a hand on Muraki's and entwined them together. Muraki smiled and closed his eyes, feeling extremely warm with just having Tatsumi beside him. No words were no longer necessary. Both fell in to the arms of sleep, a smile on their sated faces.

*

Tsuzuki dropped the magazine on the chair beside his bed. It was already nighttime and everyone had gone to sleep. Hisoka was already lying soundly asleep beside his hospital bed, the boy making it firm that he was going to stay there, just in case Tsuzuki decided to skive the place and go outside and catch a cold. Tsuzuki was actually very happy that someone was going to be there, but his mind kept drifting off to Tatsumi.

He felt shattered that he was not there, for he really truly cared for him. He had not been around at all and had left his cell phone in the drawer in his office. There was absolutely no knowing where he was now and Tsuzuki only hoped that he did not go after Muraki for revenge, since Hisoka told him that Muraki's folder had gone missing.

"I hope you come back, Tatsumi." He said, and lay on the bed, snuggling under the covers. "I miss you." He said, and closed his eyes.

*

Tatsumi woke up to the very early morning sunlight that had managed to make it past Muraki's heavy gray curtains. He was lying on his side, and for a moment, he felt his vision swim a bit. He blinked them away and felt cool air hitting his neck and ear. He smiled when he remembered last night's events. Muraki was lying on his side behind him, an arm around his stomach, while his other leg in between his own two, and the silk comforter covering both of them. Tatsumi could feel Muraki's chest touch his back when he breathed. He looked at the time and noticed that it was still to early. He did not want to leave just yet, and decided to just stay in for a while. How could he even think of leaving when he was perfectly content just lying like that with Muraki?

He closed his eyes drifted off to another few hours of sleep. He woke up again much, much later at three in the afternoon and still found Muraki in the same position as he did that early morning, only this time; Muraki's hand had his in them, their fingers entwined. Tatsumi yawned a bit, still tired. He did not know that one session of lovemaking could drain him so much; he did not even feel like getting up just yet. He shifted a bit and he felt Muraki shift behind him, giving an annoyed groan.

"Stop moving." He mumbled on his back, holding him tight. Tatsumi felt a smile creep up his lips. He brought Muraki's hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly. It was time to go, for he knew if he stayed in the bed a minute longer, he would never get up. He prepared to stand up. "Hmmm - Tatsumi." He whined, and Tatsumi blushed at the deep-throated whine Muraki gave him. "Love you." He said, and blinked his eyes open, only to drop them close again and fall back asleep. This time, Tatsumi got up from the bed and padded to the bathroom, just allowing a warm spray to fall on his sated body. He lathered himself with soap and then rinsed, dried himself and stepped in to the bedroom, buck naked except for the towel on his head. Muraki was still asleep, his face looking trouble and strain-free. Tatsumi got ready, taking his brown suit and doing the tie properly. He combed his hair and slipped on his glasses, grabbing the white coat that was in the closet that Muraki gave him.

He sat on the and gently brushed away a lock of Muraki's hair off his face. He felt terrible to just leave like that, but quickly scribbled a note, thanking him for everything and at the end, saying a goodbye and a `I love you'. With that done, he stood up and pulled his coat on. He stood in the middle of the room, the shadows beginning to shift.

In a blink of an eye, he was gone.

*

Tatsumi was thankful that his office was empty. He stared at the mountains of paper work and groaned. He sat himself on the table and began to skim through the folders. He pulled his coat off and hanged it on the back his chair, and began to work through the files. His face was hidden behind the pile as he began to rush through them.

"Maybe I should have been more considerate." He mumbled two hours later, a quarter of his work done. He stretched his limbs and placed the papers that were done in a neat pile, putting them in its proper folders and placing it on one side of the table. He worked even faster, hoping that if he could finish all of the workload that night, he could go back to earth and stay with Muraki again.

The mere thought of the doctor made him blush beetroot. He immediately brought a hand up to his neck, where one of the many bite marks had not disappeared, despite his healing abilities. It puzzled him, but he was not very much bothered about it. He shook his head and went back to work, only an hour later, when the sun was beginning to set and half the pile was done, did Watari threw the door open and stopped dead by the doorway.

"You're back?" He yelled out, eyes wide, the owl behind him giving an annoyed hoot.

"Good afternoon, Watari." Tatsumi said, pushing his glasses back.

"Where were you?" Watari asked. Tatsumi did not answer, firmly kept his mouth shut. "Tsuzuki has been waiting for you for the past few days!"

"Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi asked, for a moment confused. He then remembered that Tsuzuki was unconscious. He felt shocked to see that he had forgotten about that fact for the past few days.

"He's awake! And he's been looking for you, duh!" Watari said, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, Tatsumi! Did you even consider coming back knowing that you would be one of the first few people Tsuzuki would want to see?"

Tatsumi suddenly felt so small. He felt his insides constrict. How could he have been so selfish? But then again, it was not his fault. He loved Muraki, but Tsuzuki still - he stomped on the thoughts. He stood up and rushed out of the office. He ignored a protesting Watari behind him and entered the infirmary section.

Now that Tsuzuki was awake, he suddenly felt fear. He loved Muraki, but he loved his family in EnMaCho as well. He was weighing his priorities right now, and was surprised to see the outcome.

Muraki came first above everything else.

TBC

Oh yeah! What a lemon! Weee! That was ~blush~ something, don't you think?