Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens? ❯ Only us ( Chapter 11 )

Good I wish that FF.net hadn't deleted this fic, I miss my RR… oh well.

Anya: Gomen for making Muraki evil and such, but he is plain evil! I'll try to make you happy in the end, promise.

Warnings for this chapter: Lemon, angst, evil thoughts, blood… why the heck have I started to put up warnings for every chapter anyway? -.-;;

Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens?

Chapter eleven: Only us

Muraki gazed at the white feather between his thumb and forefinger. He was sitting in his favourite furniture in front of the warming fire. But not even the dancing flames could warm Muraki's cold thoughts. `Tsuzuki-san. I have you in my web. Both you and that boy. And when I finally have you within my reach… I m going to make sure that you'll never see the sun again… I'll keep you where I know that you can't escape. In the same room that I already keep a part of you ….'

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Tsuzuki opened his eyes as Hisoka lifted his lips from his. The amethyst orbs searched for the emerald ones, only to find them avoiding his. "Hisoka, please look at me" he begged and placed a palm on the boy's cheek, bringing his head do face him. "What's the matter?" the older man asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Hisoka looked at the man under him. His eyes shone with tears as he sniffed. "I love you, Tsuzuki, but…"

"But?"

"But… I m scared" Hisoka admitted. A fine blush spread over his cheeks and he looked down at Tsuzuki's chest to avoid the amethyst glaze.

Hisoka scared? What on earth could he be scared… of… `I forgot… Damn you Muraki!' he cursed. Sighing, he reversed their rolls, rolling over so Hisoka was under him. He didn't back of at the startled gazes that was thrown his way. "I m not Muraki and nether are you. I m not scared of this, but I won't force you if you are scared of me" he told the blond and kissed him softly.

Hisoka returned the caress with his own lips and then lay back on the pillows. "I don't want to be afraid, Tsuzuki. I want this, but the pain is what's scaring me" he whispered. He lifted his arms and warped them around Tsuzuki's neck, bringing the man down to kiss him deeply. He shivered when Tsuzuki ran his hand along his sides, sliding under the shirt that he wore. The feel of bare skin against his made him think back to the time he had spent with Muraki. `I won't let my frights ruing this. I love Tsuzuki and I want this. Gods, if you hear me, let me forget for one night'

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Watari paced in the small space of Tatsumi's office. He was biting his fingernails, wondering why Tatsumi was taking so long.

The high ranked angel had made the blond haired stay in his office while he searched for the missing worker. He had been gone for hours and that was making Watari restless. "I should be out there and help him, not stand in here and do nothing… ah… well. I guess Tatsumi has a good reason for leaving me behind. He maybe better at searching for missing persons, but he has still not found half of them… Shiro…" he sighed at the thought of his blue eyed lover.

It had been so long since he had felt truly happy. When the announcement of Shiro's discontinued search, he had been devastated. The golden eyed angel had locked himself up in his home, refusing to speak to anyone. It had taken three days before Tsuzuki had managed to sneak into his house. Watari had been angry, but after have talked to his friend for hours, he had finally unlocked the door. Tsuzuki had stood beside him from that moment on, helping him when he needed help and comforted him when he was sad.

Watari licked his dry lips as he sat down behind Tatsumi's desk. He opened a drawer in sheer boredom and looked at the many books and files that filled the drawer. His eyes caught a well hidden file at the bottom of the drawer. His curiosity got the best of him and he carefully lifted the file and placed it on the desk. `Should I open it? I mean, I like Tatsumi… a lot… wouldn't he be mad if I took a peek in this file? But then again, he has told me that he can trust me with anything…' Watari thought and opened the file and brought out a thin bundle of papers. He looked at the title of the file. `Missing angels' he read. He opened up the first side and saw a name list. His eyes ran over the many names that were written on the white paper. His eyes stopped at a very familiar name. Shiro Aoiro*.

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Tsuzuki kissed the bare skin that was earlier hidden beneath the shirt Hisoka had worn. He moved slowly, barely putting any pressure in his kisses on the blond's fair skin. He could feel Hisoka shiver under his lips as he pushed the shirt from the body under him. Tsuzuki sat up to look at the pale body of Hisoka.

Hisoka lay on the bed with his hands above his head, eyes closed and panting. He was feeling so warm even when he had taken of the shirt. He could feel Tsuzuki looking at him and his arousal grew. "Tsuzuki… ogani…." he begged. He needed the man to something, anything to make the feeling stronger.

Tsuzuki smiled at the tiny voice. He didn't want to scare Hisoka so he went slowly on the boy. The amethyst eyed man hadn't done this before in his whole life, but somehow he had a pretty good idea of what he should do. He leant over the shivering boy and captured one pinkish nipple, teasing the hardening nub with his tongue and teeth. He was pleased to hear Hisoka mewl at the feeling, knowing that he wasn't in pain. He brought his other hand to play with the other nipple, careful with the strength he put into the massage. He let the nub in his mouth free and leaned up to kiss the boy. "Are you alright?" he asked, just to be sure.

Hisoka opened his eyes and with arousal full gaze he looked at the man over him. "I m fine…" he panted and kissed Tsuzuki once again. "You are an angel. Only a angel can have such a feather like touch" he said and ran his hand under Tsuzuki's shirt. His nibble fingers worked at the small buttons that held the man's shirt together. "I trust you to be gentle" he finished.

Tsuzuki kissed the side of Hisoka's neck and one hand moved down to the boxers that the blond was wearing. He slid them down to the boy's knees and then he sat up to remove them completely. Sitting on his heels for a minute, Tsuzuki studied Hisoka. `He didn't mean that he knew that I am an angel, not for real. Hisoka, if I could, I would show you how correct you are' he thought. He slipped the shirt of his shoulders, slowly so that he wouldn't scare the abused boy. He started to push down his own boxers, but stopped and looked at Hisoka for any sign of regret. Finding none, he slid his boxers from his body and dropped them on the floor. He lifted his hand and wetted three fingers. He then lowered the hand and pushed one finger into the blond, feeling Hisoka tightening around his finger.

Hisoka gasped at the intrusion. His body clamed down on the digit, trying to push it out of him. Soon he relaxed and panted through his mouth and spread his legs wider. "T-Tsu-Tsuzuki. Ah!"

Tsuzuki was careful when he inserted a second and a third finger into the willing form beneath him. He stretched the boy so that he wouldn't hurt him later on. Feeling that Hisoka was ready, he pulled away. Lying down above the boy, resting his weight on his elbows, he kissed Hisoka softly as he pushed forwards.

Hisoka gasped as pain spread through his backside. He warped his arms around Tsuzuki and held on for dear life. He knew it hurt in the beginning and he didn't stop Tsuzuki because he knew that pleasure would follow this pain. He gasped at the first few thrusts but soon the amethyst eyed man hit something deep inside of him and pleasure replaced the burning pain. Warping his pale legs around Tsuzuki's waist he panted and kissed Tsuzuki on the shoulder. "Gnn… T-Tsu… Tsuzuki!" he gasped louder and louder.

Tsuzuki grunted and tried to be as careful as he could be but the heat that was Hisoka made that task difficult. He panted open mouthed and felt his climax coming closer and closer. "Hisoka… Hisoka…." He chanted as he felt the end coming to close.

Hisoka sank his nails into the skin of Tsuzuki's shoulders and dragged them forwards his sides, scratching the skin open. "TSUZUKI!" he yelled as he climaxed, his body tensing.

Tsuzuki felt Hisoka clamp down on him harder, but just as he was about to release, pain started to burn over his shoulder blades. His eyes widened and his world stopped for a minute and he threw his head back, straightening his arms and screamed.

Hisoka stared in horror as two bloody white wings sprung out of Tsuzuki's back.

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Tatsumi sighed as he dragged himself back to his office. His tips of his wings almost dragged along the ground because he didn't posses the strength to hold them up. "I have searched for Tsuzuki all day without a clue. Watari will be so disappointed. I can't believe that Tsuzuki has left to earth, it so unlike him to pull a stunt like that. I hope that the mad man hasn't gotten his claws on him…" he muttered and opened the door. What met him was a real surprise to the otherwise collected man.

Watari stood in front of Tatsumi's desk. In his hand he clutched the file that Tatsumi had hidden in his deepest drawer. The blond wasn't happy, he was furious. His eyes shone with anger and a wrinkle was visible between the golden eyes. "Why did you lie to me, Tatsumi. I thought you and I were friends!"

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Gomen for the late update, but my exams are coming closer and closer so I have lots to do….

Promise that that will never happen again!