Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens? ❯ The darkness that took the angel ( Chapter 4 )

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Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens?

Chapter four: The darkness that took the angel

The thunder outside mansion rumbled as the rain fell. Many had taken cover or were in search of one, except for one person whose green were locked at the dark mansion. The green orbs burned with hate as they looked from one window to the next. Soon they fell on a black shadow that moved inside the great mansion. White teeth were bared at the sight and green eyes were narrowed.

"…..Muraki….."

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Tsuzuki awoke to find himself in the bed that he had noticed earlier. He moaned as he remembered what had happened the night before and he tugged at his wrist. He wasn't really surprised to find them bound over his head. He noted that it was the same chain that had held him restrained to the roof earlier. The silver chain wound like snakes around his wrist, reminding him of his lost freedom. He closed his eyes as he sighed. Why had he left the heavens?

He didn't know how long it was before the door opened. Tsuzuki turned to see who had entered the door and was met with the sight of Muraki, as the man closed the door behind him. the white clad man hung his coat on the door handle, not facing Tsuzuki.

Muraki smiled at seeing Tsuzuki awake. He didn't bother to lock the door behind him as he approached the bound, wingless angel on the bed. As he came closer, he peeled of his shirt and took it of. He sat down beside Tsuzuki, who was backing away from him, and placed his shirt on the foot end of the bed. He sat there, bare-chested, and only gazed over the exposed body before him. He smiled down at the scared angel as he reached out his hand and ran it through the chocolate hair. "Good evening, Tsuzuki-san. Slept well?" he asked sweetly.

Tsuzuki tried to shake Muraki's hand of him, but the chain didn't let him get far. He whined when the white clad man drew him back against his boy. Muraki wasn't war, his skin felt like ice against his. He gasped when the hand that was in his hair grabbed his neck and Muraki's lips were roughly pressed against his. His eyes grew large when he felt the cold lips move against his. He whined loudly as he twisted in an attempt to get loose.

Muraki was in heaven. No one that he had kissed before had felt this good. Tsuzuki was so warm against his body and it drove him insane, but he wanted to enjoy his new toy. He let the soft, bruised lips go as he panted. His grey eye opened as he looked into the face of the panting angel. He was so tempted to just ravish the body before when he saw the swollen lips and the heaving of the bare chest. He resettled himself so that he was lying alongside Tsuzuki. He smiled and kissed the warm neck that was exposed for him.

Tsuzuki groaned as the coldness of the man went further down and soon the mouth of Muraki was closed over one nipple. He gasped and arched high before he tried to pull away.

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The pair of green eyes scanned the dark corridor as the figure moved through the mansion. The figure knew the place inside out and had no problem to find shelter when Slowaks passed by.

A high pitched whine broke the silence in the dark mansion. The green eyes looked up and soon located the source of the noise. Moving quietly the person made its way down the darkest corridor until it came across a door. The figure slowly opened the door to have a look on the other side.

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"Please no… stop…" Tsuzuki whimpered as Muraki's cold hands rand over his skin, chilling him to the bone. Tears spilled down his cheek as cold lips travelled from his nipple, down his stomach and rested at his bellybutton.

Muraki smiled against the paling skin as he kissed the skin just above the small hole on the angel's stomach. He ran his hand along Tsuzuki's side to sooth the sobbing being under him. "Hush, Tsuzuki-san. Don't fight me… feel me, feel what I do to you…" he said and stuck out his pink tongue and lapped at the hole. "Relax"

Tsuzuki whined loudly at the feeling of the white clad man's tongue on his skin. He yanked hard on his restrains and felt his skin tear under the pressure. His face was pressed into the pillow as his breathing became heavier. "I don't want this… please stop… I beg… stop…" He turned his head and looked Muraki in the eyes. He hated the cold feeling they brought as they met his amethyst eyes. "Please…."

Muraki crawled back up and kissed the angel on the cheek. Pale hands made their way to the angel's tights and stroked them. The grey orb followed the path the tears made on the pale cheek and soon his lips followed. "Your begging only heightens my lust for you…" he whispered before he kissed Tsuzuki on the lips, his tongue snaking it's way between his lips.

Tsuzuki gasped when he felt the slick muscle enter his mouth. He tried to turn his head away, but Muraki's hand stopped him form moving it and he was forced to endure the intruding tongue. When Muraki's hand, the one that had stayed on his thigh, spread his legs apart, Tsuzuki started to fight. "NO!" he snapped sharply and tried to kick Muraki of him. The movement drained the little energy he had left, but he still tried.

"Stop resisting me, love. I don't want to hurt you"

"Don't! I know this will hurt! Please, NO!" Tsuzuki screamed and kicked out once again. When he prepared another kick, he could feel his power slip away. He knew that it was Muraki who as responsible for that. "Stop it…" he panted out weakly.

Muraki stopped draining the delicious energy from the panting being beneath him. He kissed Tsuzuki again and positioned himself before he pushed forwards into the amethyst eyed angel. He groaned as warmth surrounded him and he felt the angel arch under him. The pulsing in his member was almost painful as Tsuzuki tensed around him. "Ung… Tsuzuki-san…" he moaned and pushed a little more.

Tsuzuki had never felt this kind of pain, not even when Muraki had taken his wings. His breath hitched as his world stopped moving. He stared straight ahead, unseeing. It only lasted for a few seconds before a high pitched wail broke out from his throat. He screamed as Muraki moved and tears never seemed to stop spilling from his eyes. `AH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! STOP HIM! ANY ONE, HELP ME!!' he thought as he screamed. He pulled hard on his wrist, ignoring the feeling of flesh being ripped apart and blood flowing down his arms. It wasn't only the flesh in his wrists that was ripped. His lungs burned as much as the area that was abused by Muraki.

Seconds seemed like hours, as the grey haired man moved within the fallen angel. Muraki's grunts were the only sound in the room. Tsuzuki had stopped wailing. He just lay there, taking the abuse that Muraki was forcing upon him. His eyes were staring past Muraki's shoulder, focusing on the white ceiling.

*THUMP*

Muraki instantly stopped moving. He looked over his shoulder and spotted the door. The door wasn't closed. A sharp growl escaped him as he withdrew from the still angel under him. Muraki crawled of the bed and grabbed his pants. He growled as he drew them on. "I think I have a rat in my house… I'll be back shortly, Tsuzuki-san. Don't go anywhere" Muraki said calmly and bowed politely before he left the room while taking his shirt on.

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Green eyes grew as large as dinner plates at the sight of Muraki forcing himself on another man. The scream that came from the man froze the figure's heart. There was something about the man under Muraki, something the figure couldn't put his finger on.

When the young chocolate haired man had stopped screaming, the figure felt dizzy. The dark clad person fell back against the wall before slipping on the floor and falling. The loud thump that echoed through the corridor was the signal that the figure should get out of there. There was no way that Muraki would have missed something like that.

Almost as silently as the figure had came, it left.

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Tsuzuki had no idea what had just happened, but all of a sudden Muraki had stopped and left the room. He just lay there and gasped for air for a few minutes.

`If I want to escape this torture, it must be now! I won't get another chance!' he thought and turned his gaze to the chains above his head.

To the angel's big surprise the chains had slaked of, giving him room to move his wrist freely if he moved his body up a little. Tsuzuki started to wiggle his body up to give his wrist chains more slack. The moving hurt a lot and he had to stop a couple of times to rest. Soon, though, he was sitting against the bedpost and was untangling his wrists. As soon as the hateful chain fell against the wall, empty. Tsuzuki almost wept in joy as he planted his feet on the cold floor.

It took a few minutes before he could stand, but when he did, the pain in his backside was forgotten. The angel started to look for something to wear. He spotted the forgotten coat on the door handle. He hesitated a bit before he reached out and took the white coat in his hands. The fabric got stuck on the handle and Tsuzuki tugged a bit to get it loose. When the coat finally let the handle loose, the door swung open. The angel jumped back, afraid that Muraki would be on the other side, but no one was there.

"I will make it… I have to" he said to himself and swung the coat on his back. He tied it together in the front and strode through the open door.

He had gotten loose, but would his freedom last? Would Muraki notice him before he had gotten out from the mansion?

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Gomen for the late update and gomen for those who missed the warning in the beginning…