Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Devour Me Like an Animal ❯ Ameno ( Chapter 1 )

Theme: “Ameno”

Muraki x Tsuzuki

Rating: NC-17 (Smut, smut, smut, smut! All Yaoi smut, don't like don't read!)

Author's note and disclaimer: The original title for this fic was “Fuck me like an animal” but as it didn't seem right to post it with it's original name incase some kids should run across it in a search I changed the first word. I tried my best to keep them both in character but I think my mind ran away with Tsuzuki's :D So he might be a little out of character, I'm sure you can deal. Oh, I also do not own any of Yami no Matsuei, I just brought you the smut you'd been wanting :3

Side note: the original lyrics and translation for this song can be found at http://home.ural.ru/~eRa/txt/ameno.htm

 

~Dori me~

Tsuzuki groaned, waking from his emerald haze of unconsciousness. He saw dreams in shades of green, sometimes purple; it made him question his sanity. He noticed several things that were off upon his wakening. The first was his surroundings were unfamiliar. The other, he was incapable of movement, arms bound above his head. His body jerked, testing the bonds and found they had been tied well. There was only one person conniving enough to do this to him.

 

~Interimo adapare dori me~

The culprit revealed himself shortly after that thought, his smirk seeping even into his own deformed eyes. He trailed his long pale fingers over the shinigami's chest and Tsuzuki became aware of another uncomfortable twist to this scene. He was completely naked, stripped of everything, even his socks. He thrashed again, as if it would help before scowling in Muraki's general direction.

 

~Ameno ameno latire~

Muraki kept him stationary with the binds and soon his body, pinning him down so as he could barely breathe. He twitched, feeling the man's breath against his ear, causing brunette locks to tickle his nose as he jerked his head to the side. He was under the complete mercy of the mad scientist. “Ah, Tsuzuki. You're skin, so soft, so…” He ran his tongue over the edge of the ear Tsuzuki had tried to keep away from him. “Sweet.”

 

~Latiremo~

Tsuzuki hissed, caught between despising and enjoying the action. His eyes widened as Muraki's fingers traced the juncture of his legs, biting his lip to hold back any sort of noise. The sadist knew exactly how to play against him, touching each sweet spot as if they had been lovers forever. It un-nerved him, at the same time made him hot with passion. This was the enemy, the person responsible for all the horrendous murders as of late. This was also one of the most appealing men Tsuzuki had ever met.

 

~Dori me~

“Tsuzuki, my love, you will be mine tonight. I will not wait any longer,” The pointed whisper, which brushed so fixedly against his ear made his entire body shudder in response. He felt the pressure on his chest and stomach rise, turning his violet eyes just in time to see Muraki's clothes tumbling to the floor. His vision trailed along the trim frame of the other, finding his appeal for the man increase. Muraki was going to take him and how he wanted it.

 

~Ameno~

Muraki closed in again, hands following defined muscles across his love's body. He wouldn't, couldn't wait any longer to have him. Tsuzuki had to be his, tonight, every night, always. Tsuzuki was his, no one else's; he would prove this by desecrating the man's body; over and over into oblivion. Tsuzuki was stuck, he could not move, could not leave; only lie there and enjoy, as he would. Muraki would please him, take him, and feel him until there was no shred of sanity left in the broken shinigami.

 

~Omenare imperavi ameno~

“I will make you feel superior, you will never escape me,” Muraki's smirk was devious, his mouth taking the path his fingers had, trailing down the brunette's body. He was hungry, so hungry for the body below him, nipping and tasting every piece of skin he could. He wanted sounds, moans, cries, pleas, anything. He bit down on a nipple, digging his nails into Tsuzuki's hips.

 

~Dimere dimere matiro~

The shinigami hissed, body arching as pain shot through his chest. He shouldn't expect Muraki of all people to be gentle. Besides, this was suppose to be rape right? Tsuzuki found himself a little too willing for this to be rape, though he could tell his brain over and over again that's what was happening. Muraki's tongue traced the wound he had made, causing Tsuzuki to arch for a whole new reason.

 

~Matiremo~

Wine eyes wrenched open wide before smashing closed. Muraki was…touching him, superb fingers tracing over his length. He felt the digits flex around his erection and tilted his head to watch what Muraki would do next. Tsuzuki wouldn't speak of his hidden desires otherwise Muraki wouldn't allow them. His body bent rigidly as his need was tested with a curious tongue. It took all he had not to scream for Muraki to hurry up.

 

~Ameno~

“Look at you, panting like a bitch in heat,” Muraki's lips twitched up into a smirk as he pulled away, receiving a defiant glare from the male beneath him. The demented doctor had figured out Tsuzuki's desire, his want for more and was now refusing to bestow him such pleasure. Tsuzuki cursed himself for letting any feeling other than anger flood his eyes. “Perhaps I should make you watch me…” Muraki stood, trailing his fingers around his own rigid piece of flesh. “Does it excite you to see this?”

 

~Omenare imperavi emulari~

Tsuzuki gasped as if it were his own erection Muraki was handling, his hips arching against nothing. The sadist smirked, licking his lips at such a splendid reaction; he hadn't expected the shinigami to be so into this. Muraki took the step to clear the gap between him and the table his love lay on. He touched their lengths together, watching Tsuzuki hiss with the contact. He leaned forward, whispering with soft moist lips against the man's ear. “Do you want me?”

 

~Ameno~

“Yes! YES, I want you!” Tsuzuki's hold on himself was broken, his hips thrusting into the bitter sting of the cold air around them. He needed to feel that burning heat of combined bodies, the rise of intense ecstasy that would send them to an eventual blindness of desire. Tsuzuki all but whimpered, his erection throbbing with the want for contact. He wouldn't beg, but he would scream his craving to the heavens if he had to.

 

~Omenare imperavi emulari~

Muraki's grin was malicious, set deliciously against his pale features as he trailed the soft puckers of flesh along Tsuzuki's earlobe. He nibbled on the attachement, fingers exploring the yearning between his captive's legs. Muraki crawled back onto the lustful brunette, arching his body back to give him a decent leverage as he ground his hips harshly against the others. Tsuzuki had ached so much for this contact he nearly came the moment force was seared against him.

 

~Ameno~

“Just…. take me, damn it! Take me, hurry,” Tsuzuki was anxious, overpowered by the impact of the longing within him. He thrust his hips up into his attackers, all but crying out as every nerve within his pounding erection screamed. He didn't want to just be touched anymore, Tsuzuki wanted to be pounded away until he was too sore to walk in the morning. He only prayed Muraki wouldn't take that as his cue to tease and torment him again, Tsuzuki wouldn't be able to handle anymore.

 

~Ameno dore~

Muraki for once had to agree with Tsuzuki, it was time to stop playing. Positioning his hips, Muraki didn't think twice about anything and pushed into that tight awaiting warmth. Tsuzuki's scream surged down his spine, that mixture of anguish and satisfaction mingled into an intense vocalization. The sound drove the doctor crazy and he pulled out quickly so that he could wrench forward and tear that sound from his love's lips again. Tsuzuki had no time to get use to the horrendous ripping sensation that only heightened with each thrust. It was so painful and so astonishingly beautiful.

 

~Ameno dori me~

They were both a bundle of heightened nerves, climbing higher with each jerk of their hips. Tsuzuki's body arched for more contact and he became painfully aware of the fact he was incapable of using his arms. He whimpered after an exceptionally loud moan escaped him, unsure of why he wanted to touch Muraki so bad. “My…My hands…untie them…” Tsuzuki flinched as if he'd been hit, as Muraki's face suddenly appeared merely inches from his own nose. The curious hiss from the doctor fumed across the shinigami's face. “Will you run away?”

 

~Ameno dori me~

Tsuzuki turned the thought over in his head, would he in fact run away? While in the middle of sex, he highly doubted it, but in general? The brunette cried out with another unusually harsh thrust, yank his body in an odd position as his hands were still tied above his head. The ropes digging into his flesh did it, and Tsuzuki nodded his head; he wouldn't run away. “I won't…I'll stay… just release me…it hurts…” He opened his vibrant indigo eyes, which plead with the man above him. Those eyes pierced into the mad doctor, and he gave in, untying his captive.

 

~Ameno dom~

Those abused hands were on him as soon as feeling had sprung them to life. It was immense, the feeling they brought to his usually cold limbs. Muraki vaguely noticed the heat, the sweat clinging to their combined bodies as he sped up the pace. Those fingers, caressing his naked body and hair drove him wild. The want held in those digits coursing through his own body, causing Muraki to pound mercilessly into the quavering body below him. “Tsuzuki…” The sound of Muraki calling his name brought him to open his eyes in silent inquiry.

 

~Dori me reo~

He caught the blur of silver hair and supple lips before his mouth was invaded with a ravenous hunger. The craving was addicting, more so than Tsuzuki ever would have thought and he found himself in a harsh battle of tongues. Neither would find dominance in the other's mouth, but it served for a very immense kiss. Muraki soon found that sweet spot within Tsuzuki, hitting it all but perfectly. The body below him arched so harshly and so perfectly to his frame, he tried to find it again.

 

~Ameno dori me~

It took Muraki a few thrusts to find that spot again, however once he had pinpointed it there was no miscalculating where and how hard to hit. Tsuzuki cried out beneath him, fingers digging harshly into white flesh, leaving red blotches to contour the skin. He couldn't hold it in, pulling his hands back to bury in his own brunette locks as he toppled over the edge. Tsuzuki's essence coated Muraki's stomach and chest, creating a sticky mess as the sliver-haired male continued thrusting.

 

~Ameno dori me~

Muraki wasn't done yet; to further prove this point he flipped the exhausted male onto his stomach, smashing into him with a harsh unbelievably quick pace. Tsuzuki had no choice but to writhe and cry, Muraki never failed to hit that spot which sent an almost orgasmic sensation itself through his body. The shinigami's hands gripped the sides of the table, digging the metal into his palms so that his body wouldn't go flying onto the floor. His body still flailed in a sense, hair tickling Tsuzuki's nose as it brushed across his face with each thrust.

 

~Dori me am~

Muraki was soon lost to all that was around him other than the deep warmth he had invaded. His cry of pleasure almost beat out Tsuzuki's, though his voice rang deeper through the empty room. They were exhausted, a sad pile in a heap on the floor. Muraki noted when his haze fled him that they had somehow ended up on the cold tile; he wasn't sure how that had happened. Tsuzuki lay against him, body curled over Muraki's larger frame; even their legs tangled together in some kind of satisfying fashion. Muraki wrapped his arms so tightly around the shinigami, Tsuzuki had a hard time breathing for a few moments; there was such possessiveness in Muraki's hold. “You're mine, I'll never let you go.”

 

Interimo adapare dori me

Absorb, take me

Ameno…

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