Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Eden ❯ Eden ( One-Shot )

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

S ummary: An alternate ending to Muraki's friendly little poker game.



Let's face it. That could've happened so much better. Was anyone really satisfied with the fact that Hisoka walked in at the last second and stopped this gorgeous pair from finally going past Muraki's obsessive flirting?

I didn't think so.



Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei. I don't have anything to do with it. I don't own the storyline, or the characters. Let's face it. If I owned the characters, I'd be spending a lot less time writing about Muraki and more time-

...

I digress.




"Wha-?!?" Tsuzuki shouted in surprise as his eyes flashed across the vibrant green table, which now oddly began to remind him of a table-tennis court, and his eyes were the ping-pong balls, hopping across in a frenzy.

Muraki, however, was unphased, as he looked over the cards which were sprawled out upon the place before himself. "My hand is a full house; kings over fours."

Tsuzuki yelped, clutching onto his own set of cards for dear life. He'd already realized that he lost miserably, but it was irrelevant for Muraki to know that his Full House had beaten a pair of threes.

"And, you have?" The doctor was grinning ear to ear, his own cheek planted in his palm. Tsuzuki was so read-able when it came to these sorts of things, and it was oh-so-adorable to watch him flip his lid over the littlest of things. Why, you could make one remark towards his incredible body and the shinigami would flush like there was no tomorrow. Ah, but Muraki wanted all that blood to rush to a different area of his anatomy; it was such a waste on his beautiful, pale face.

Tsuzuki was practically melting back into his chair, groaning as a signal of his unbelievable defeat.

"Well, then," Muraki purred as he pushed against the edge of the table with his hands to rise from his seat, "You're mine." The brunette quickly skittered up to his feet, and now found himself back against the wall, with the doctor closing in fast. A slim finger was hooked into the doctor's tie, and he gave it a simple tug to pull it away from his collar, calmly striding before his prey.

"So, Mister Tsuzuki," he grinned maliciously, examining him as a predator would look over its prey, "You will be mine," Muraki closed the distance between them, murmuring so closely against Tsuzuki's own lips that the shinigami could feel the soft puffs of warm air with each uttered word, "For this one night."

A small gasp left the violet-eyed beauty's lips as a warm mouth descended between the junction of the pulse point and his throat. He wasn't sure on whether to run and hide or stay and accept the consequences of his going along with such a stupid bet. Muraki had seemed pretty damn sure of himself when he'd approached him with two dozen red roses and the proposition of a simple game of poker. Chances were, he'd tampered with the cards before he'd even stepped out of his cabin. Still, a deal was a deal, and Tsuzuki wasn't one to go back on his word. So there he stood, almost sullen, as Muraki's lips and tongue proceeded a gentle assault upon his soft skin.

Gentle. That was something he hadn't expected. The doctor's touch was so much softer and warmer than he'd imagined it would be. Take one look at the doctor and all of his painful advances, and one word sprang to mind about Muraki's particular taste; rough. Definitely not loving or worshipping, and that's what he was feeling, right then when a talented tongue slithered down a slender neck and nimble fingers went to work at removing his tie.

"You're not resisting me. Why?" His question didn't stop him from unbuttoning the simple dealer's vest the brunette wore.

Tsuzuki shut his eyes, preparing for the worst. "Because... I accepted your bet, and you won."

Muraki chuckled his dry chuckle. "You're so noble." He pulled the shinigami into his arms, and inched them both back from the wall, turning as to push Tsuzuki in the direction of the lavish bed in the center of the room. "I admire that."

At the feel of the backs of his knees pressing against the corner of the soft mattress, Tsuzuki gasped in slight surprise. Muraki was bothering to take him to a bed? The aforementioned seemed bemused by this little display of shock.

"You think I would take my beloved against a wall for our first time?" he asked with a sly smile as he laid the brunette back against the sheets, proceeding to remove his outer jacket. It was suddenly far too heated to wait and remove it later.

Cracking his eyelids open, Tsuzuki shifted his violet gaze up towards the taller man, swallowing back for a moment as Muraki crawled to lie over him. "I don't put anything beneath you, Muraki."

"Oh, my," the doctor remarked as he began to unbutton the white shirt that kept him from his luscious prize. "That's not very nice."

Tsuzuki could only watch in mixed emotion as the cloth was parted, and even then, he averted his eyes from Muraki's wandering gaze.

"Mm, you should walk around shirtless more often. You have a beautiful body." Muraki's head lowered, and he took an initiative lap of his tongue over the muscled bicep. He tasted delicious; more so than he'd imagined in his dreams and twisted nightmares.

"I don't..." Anything Tsuzuki was about to say was drowned out in a gasp once his left nipple was surrounded by an insane, piercing heat, which he could only assume was Muraki's talented mouth. "Muraki..."

Silver hair was brushing over Tsuzuki's chisled torso as the doctor proceeded, spiraling his sinewy tongue around the sensitive nub, flickering gently before he took it between his lips and gave it a suck into his mouth. A pleasant shiver ran through Tsuzuki's body and vibrated to the one who'd caused it, and he seemed to grin in self-satisfaction. It hadn't been long since he made the vow to make this gorgeous creature his, and he was in the foregoing process of making him writhe in pleasure. Oh, he was only beginning. Tonight was the night when Tsuzuki would be screaming his name to the heavens.

Slipping his hands up, Muraki fully shed the ivory cloth from his beloved's shoulders. Then sliding his slender fingers down his arms, suddenly grabbing Tsuzuki's wrists and yanking them up over his head to pin them to the mattress.

"What the-" Violet eyes dashed between his now confined wrists and Muraki's relentless gaze. It was then he noticed that the mad scientist had never lost the broad smirk which had taken residence since their friendly little poker game.

Muraki chuckled, gathering both of the limbs in his one hand, leaving the other free to travel down and tease one of Tsuzuki's rosebud nipples. "It's amusing to watch you writhe. You remind me of a little puppy, looking to have his belly scratched."

Well, it wasn't his belly that was getting attention at the moment. Tsuzuki fidgeted only briefly, biting his lip from the shockwave sensations that resulted from the light twist of his nipple. "I'm not your puppy, Muraki..." He seemed to be at that moment in time, when a specific portion of his anatomy had begun to stir and cause a tightness in his pants.

Displeased with the words, though not the hardness he now found pressing into his thigh, Muraki gave a sharper twist of the sensitive patch of flesh. Tsuzuki cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, whichever had jolted through his nerves first before they melded into one delicious sensation. The pained groan dissolved into a more pleasant purr once Muraki dipped his head down to lick tenderly at the swollen bud.

"You are for tonight, if no other night." Slowly, the doctor released his hold of Tsuzuki's arms, going to work at snapping the two top buttons of his own shirt. "Let me love you tonight, Tsuzuki."

It occured to the aforementioned shinigami that there was no mocking title of "mister" in that one sentence, and he blinked up towards his would-be assailant.

"I don't ask for a lifetime; I can't ask that of you." Muraki paused once he'd unfastened each button from their safe havens, his smirk suddenly disintegrating and his pallid lips went neutral. The backs of his fingers went into a tender caress of Tsuzuki's cheek and his dull silver eyes were suddenly ablaze with a life Tsuzuki hadn't seen before.

Muraki's voice had went through an unexpected metamorphosis; he was usually so reserved, and cold as ice, which was displayed so sharply in his ordinary tone of voice. It was a mixture of pent-up lust and pure worship that had melted his icy demeanor. It was the sort of voice the shinigami felt was meant for one, and one alone.

"All I ask is that you let me love you for one night, to show you how my feelings for you have blossomed." Muraki's head bent down enough to have his face hovering over Tsuzuki's own, and he seemed to purr from the closeness of his beloved shinigami. "Give yourself to me, whether it be out of pity or lust. One night will have me in euphoria until I die, because I'll have tasted a little piece of Eden in my shallow existence."

Looking up with glassy purple eyes, Tsuzuki could feel a warmth radiating from once cold platinum globes. Muraki's obsession was clear every time they found themselves engaged in battle; in the same room, even. He'd never felt so adored. Tatsumi, he took care of Tsuzuki like a father would his child. Watari was like a younger brother. Hisoka was his best friend. The one thing Tsuzuki was missing in his life was a lover, someone who would worship him the way Muraki was worshipping him; body and soul.

Did it really matter if that love and adoration came from a blood thirsty psychopath?

"I... Muraki..." Unconscious of it, Tsuzuki's hand had slipped up and was now sliding through the strands of the doctor's hair. Platinum blonde with a hint of silver, and softer than silk.

The doctor's twisted grin didn't return. Instead, the softest curl of his thin lips offered a warmth to his soon-to-be lover, and he leaned his head down in order to press them against Tsuzuki's own.

He purred gently. He had yet to kiss his beloved, through his seemingly endless obsession, and when their mouths melded into one, a flood of heat rushed through Muraki's icy veins, warming his blood and fueling his loving desire. It wasn't lust that made him crave Tsuzuki's body. It was the longing to be a part of him, then and forever. If they made love, Muraki would be in Tsuzuki's blood, and Tsuzuki in Muraki's. That was what he craved.

Violet eyes were concealed by their lids when both hands lathered into Muraki's lightly colored hair, fingers twining to caress his scalp. It felt so natural to do so. Through the interlocking of lips, the shinigami felt a slick warmth sliding from left to right upon his lower lip. Tentative and even a little scared, he parted his lips to welcome the touch. No sooner had he done so, did Muraki accept his invitation and dipped the warm appendage into Tsuzuki's waiting mouth, provoking the brunette's own pink tongue to move.

Tongues clashed as lips conformed to hold one another's, then pale hands began to wander Tsuzuki's exposed chest. Manicured fingers slipped down each sensitive nub, each standing at full attention, on their way down a hard, washboard abdomen. Tsuzuki shivered from the touch. Muraki brought his teeth forward to place a soft bite to the edge of Tsuzuki's kiss-swollen lip, pulling his own slick tongue back into his mouth while he gave his lip a light tug to assert his dominance.

Talented fingers found the fly to the shinigami's pants and they made quick work at tugging the cloth loose. Withdrawing his head, Muraki brought himself into a kneeling position in between Tsuzuki's legs, inching the black pants down from his thighs, over his knees and down his calves. Silver eyes were watching all the while. He was embedding the image of the brunette's slim, muscled body into the back of his skull, as to never forget it. There was no real doubt in his mind that this would be the one and only time he would ever see Tsuzuki like this, and he intended to remember everything; every inch of skin, every curve, every flat surface. Tsuzuki was his tonight, and he was going to make good on his vow.

His face was burning, and he quickly averted his eyes. Tsuzuki had died a virgin, and he'd never had anyone, let alone another man, scoping him the way Muraki was at that moment. It was a little embarassing.

Muraki quickly caught sight of his adorable little shinigami's modest behavior and chuckled. "There's no need for shame, Tsuzuki." He'd said this in the process of running his fingers over Tsuzuki's halfway-there erection. What timing. Tsuzuki moaned lightly beneath him. "Your body is perfect. Pure beauty."

"Stop saying that..." Tsuzuki found the courage to look back up towards Muraki, holding back from groaning as he was more firmly groped and fondled.

"And why?" the doctor asked while he bent down to lie upon his stomach, between Tsuzuki's legs as he spread them apart. "I'm a man who appreciates fine art. I adore the way things are presented. And you, my darling Tsuzuki, are the most gorgeous display."

He smiled as he looked his prize over. Indeed, he was a magnificent sight for the human eye. His face was flushed with a virgin's naivete, his hands buried into the sheets, assumably to keep himself grounded, his eyes half closed, half open, unsure of whether to watch Muraki expertly stroke his length or close and enjoy the sensations.

Muraki found a simple solution for this. Waiting until he'd caressed Tsuzuki's manhood to its full potential, he tucked strands of silver hair behind his ear, dipping his head down to slick his tongue up the underside of the thick shaft. This earned a sharp groan from the unexperienced shinigami. Muraki grinned.

"You enjoy that, I see."

Tsuzuki nodded wordlessly.

Picking up his cue from there, Muraki first wet a few of his fingers, then curving his skull in such a fashion as to take the head of Tsuzuki's erection between his lips, flicking his tongue over the tip. The warm envelopment was a lot to handle at once, and Tsuzuki groaned as he fought not to buck up into the doctor's mouth. Obviously pleased with this, Muraki brought his slick fingers to massage the base of his length, placing enough pressure to the vital vein lying just before his sac as to prevent him from reaching full pleasure just yet.

"M- Muraki..." His name left Tsuzuki's parted lips in a strangled groan. Tentatively, he brought a hand to touch Muraki's head, lathering his fingers into his short mane. It seemed instinctive to do so; he didn't want the piercing heat of Muraki's mouth to go away.

Further encouraged, Muraki slid his lips further down the engorged shaft, inch by inch until his nose came in contact with Tsuzuki's groin. The shinigami threw his head back in a gasp as the hard appendage was buried inside Muraki's mouth, hitting the back of his throat. It sort of shocked him to find that the doctor seemed to have no gag reflex. He may not have had experience, but he knew full well that once something was that far into your mouth, you'd choke on it. Yet, Muraki seemed to have no difficulty in thrusting his head slowly to and from the brunette, taking the full length of him in just as far every time.

It was getting to be too much. Tsuzuki felt the impending orgasm. Just as it seemed his peak was reached, Muraki withdrew his lips and took in a few deep gulps of air. Tsuzuki's head fell back to the mattress, and he quickly found himself panting in lust, his forehead slick with sweat. He was so close and left on the brink. His fingers began to twitch as they fell from Muraki's soft hair.

"I can't have you finishing just yet, my love."

Muraki was almost taunting him.

Bastard...

He smirked his devilish smirk and ran his fingers up from the base and to the tip, gathering the pearly droplets of combined pre-cum and his own saliva upon the edges of his digits.

"And why the Hell not..."

The doctor seemed amused, and chuckled at this. Tsuzuki felt the slim appendages crawling within the narrow space between his thighs. "Because we're just getting started."

Tsuzuki gasped rather sharply as a thin finger was pressed into his opening and quickly thrust in to the knuckle. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but that one finger was bent in such a manner that it stretched the first ring of muscles that guarded the orifice. The shinigami's hands quickly curled into the sheets to bear through the slight discomfort.

"Shh," Muraki hushed him softly as he slipped in another of the lubricated fingers. "With pain comes a tenfold of pleasure."

The pain was definitely there now as the slim appendages began to motion in and out of Tsuzuki's entrance, stretching him out for the things soon to come. Tsuzuki groaned in the mixture of physical hurt and lust as his hands flew to Muraki's shoulders, gripping tightly at the skin there.

"Hurts..."

Muraki dipped his head down, apologetically kissing at his lover's hipbone. "I know," he reassured him, almost as though he, himself had been put through such a thing. And maybe he had. "Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure, my love."

The brunette gasped and writhed all at once as the tip of the silver haired man's finger brushed against that one spot embedded within his core, causing his nails to slightly dig into Muraki's skin. He cried out in concentrated ecstacy from that one split second when his prostate was touched.

"You see?" Muraki chuckled, inching himself up so his head was level with Tsuzuki's chest and he could easily resume the thrusting of his talented fingers, as well as add another to further loosen his entrance. The position he held himself in made it quite simple, and Tsuzuki was willingly spreading his legs to welcome the stimulation it brought. Muraki's digits were sliding in every possible crook available to them, and each time, brushing against the ball of nerves that would bring his beloved the pleasure that made Tsuzuki's vision go black.

Soon, Tsuzuki was moaning in nothing but bliss. Discomfort had long since passed and he'd controlled his need for release for now. All he felt were Muraki's sly fingers and his mouth dotting kisses all over his chest. He was caught in that grey area between black and white where he wasn't fueled for orgasm, though he wasn't going limp, either. Muraki was doing this on purpose.

"Muraki..."

Silver eyes shifted to the shinigami.

"I... I want more..."

The dully colored orbs lit up with that one little sentence. He gave a final thrust of the slender limbs into Tsuzuki's depths, eliciting a ragged moan from the smaller creature, before he finally withdrew and fully laid over him.

"You'll have more." Almost impatient by now, Muraki grinded his clothed hips against Tsuzuki's bare ones. Tsuzuki gasped from the feel of it. Not only was his own neglected member now throbbing with need, he felt Muraki's erection firmly pressing into his. He hadn't exactly realized what the foreplay had done to Muraki, and he now came to grips with the fact that he was incredibly hard, even beneath that layer of fabric holding their bodies apart.

"You feel that?" Muraki seemed unphased, albiet he was breathing a little heavier than before. Tsuzuki nodded, breathless. "It's all for you. All of it, my love."

Tsuzuki brought himself to partially sit up , giving him an easier time of creeping his hands down the naked curves of Muraki's chest, feeling his skin as he hadn't done before. "I want it... I want to feel you..."

With a sly smile, Muraki grasped Tsuzuki's hands, guiding each one down the curve of his muscled abdomen and to the hem of his pants. "You will, very soon. And I intend to show you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

There was so much he wanted to say as the shinigami went to work at unfastening his fly. There was so much going through his mind. So much regret, sorrow, a little hint of sodomy was mixed in there somewhere, topped with maddening lust and undying adoration. It was a smorgasbord of emotions, and each one was playing out individually. Yet, everything was quickly melded into one as the brunette succeeded in his task of loosening Muraki's dress pants, pushing them away and leaving him fully exposed.

Tsuzuki brought his eyes down to examine what he craved now, so badly. He almost yelped. Muraki definitely had an impressive size to him, and Tsuzuki suddenly had his doubts as to whether or not he could handle such a thing in place of where his fingers had been not a few minutes ago.

The doctor caught sight of Tsuzuki's wandering eyes and brought his fingers to nudge his chin, once more catching his gaze. "I'll be gentle." Muraki seemed to read his thoughts. A little cautious, Tsuzuki nodded in acquiesce, once more nudging his legs apart for the man, each bent at the knee to hold his hips up.

The silver haired man seemed to have planned this all out from the start, for Tsuzuki saw him reaching over to the bedside table, retrieving a small bottle. The shinigami needed no explanation as to what it was. Once his fingers were generously coated, Muraki decided to give his lover a little show. Slowly, he reached down to his own aching length, his head lulling back once his lubricated fingers touched the hard organ. A purr exited his throat as the digits lightly curled, stroking his erection at the same time he spread the substance along its ridges.

Tsuzuki gulped. It seemed obvious that Muraki was purposely putting on the display, and Tsuzuki found himself hungrily licking his lips from the sight. Muraki's self-pleasure caused a twitch in the shinigami's own throbbing length, and he fought with himself not to give in and touch himself the way Muraki was handling himself. He seemed quite skilled.

Once Muraki was satisfied he'd caught his lover's attention, he grinned, nudging Tsuzuki back down to the mattress. Once again, his grip found the lubrication and he spread another small amount to his slick fingertips, bringing them to the shinigami's entrance and spreading the substance there. Tsuzuki shivered from the touch. He was already properly stretched, he just needed that extra something that would help him along.

"Are you ready?" Muraki asked as he wiped his fingers off on the bedsheets, looking back down to his beloved.

"Yeah..." Tsuzuki managed to get out the words as he gripped Muraki's shoulders. Physically, he was bracing himself. Mentally, not so much. His mind was going insane with the incredible feeling of lust Muraki had started, the waves of anticipation surging through him at such a level that he was impatient. Then again, he had never even had sex before, let alone been the submissive male to a dominative male. But Muraki had been gentle enough so far, so he put aside his fear and simply readied himself.

Muraki brought his hands to cup Tsuzuki's face, framing his elegant features as he lowered his head to take him into a kiss. Whether it was of lust or distraction, neither really knew, but at that moment, Muraki brought his hips forward in order to slowly ease his lubricated length into Tsuzuki's waiting entrance. The brunette was quick to gasp. It was a little thicker than it seemed at first glance, and he had some trouble adjusting to the first two inches. He whimpered into the doctor's mouth, sucking on his lower lip to distract himself from the pain of his sphincter being adjusted.

As his hips rocked further forward, Muraki had embedded at least half of himself within Tsuzuki's heat, and he hissed lightly from it. The warmth was at an insane rate. Yes, he was no virgin, but it had been quite a while since he'd had someone of this caliber in his bed. Tsuzuki was, indeed, as inexperienced as he'd let on, thusly had never accomodated something as large as a man's length. Muraki relished in this. He was the first Tsuzuki had let in; the first allowed in the incredible heat and tightness that was the sanctuary of his body. It was true, there was nothing like breaking in a virgin; but even more so when you were actually willing to die for said virgin.

Tsuzuki gasped, grasping Muraki's upper arms for all he was worth. His prostate had been brushed over and over as he fully sheathed Muraki, and he was being stretched to his limit with the full thickness and length of his manhood.

"M... Muraki!" he cried out as his head fell back in a mixture of bliss and agony. His muscles were tightly clenching around Muraki's shaft, and the doctor found himself breathless from the feeling of being squeezed so tightly.

"Tsuzuki..." Muraki breathed his name as his lips fell to his neck, kissing repeatedly at the skin to distract himself from taking him right then and there. He knew very well the shinigami needed time to adjust to the foreign appendage, and he had no intention of hurting him further. Now it was only pleasure, and he was going to stick to every word he'd uttered since he got Tsuzuki into his cabin.

Pain soon dissolved into discomfort, and discomfort was replaced by a heat between his legs Tsuzuki couldn't describe. Muraki had shifted himself to comfortably lay over the brunette beauty, keeping himself in his firm hold; sheathed at the hilt and his abdomen in such a position that Tsuzuki's erection was caught between their bellies. When he moved, the shinigami would be equally pleasured.

"Are... Are you..." Muraki's voice lost all grace, and was replaced with ragged wanton need. He couldn't finish his sentence before Tsuzuki nodded in response.

He needed no more invitation. Running his hands up each of the shinigami's slim but muscled sides, Muraki pulled his hips back, withdrawing to the tip of his erection, only to then rock back in to the hilt, exherting a shallow breath. Tsuzuki showed no signs of real pain; instead, his hands ran down Muraki's back, pressing him even closer. No, pain had gone. Now, it was pure pleasure.

Tilting Tsuzuki's head over, Muraki nipped, chewed and sucked on a sensitive earlobe, his lips latching onto it while his tongue flickered over it. The shinigami seemed to be particularly sensitive here, the way he was scratching at the doctor's back. It only fueled his desire. Bending Tsuzuki's legs further, Muraki was allowed deeper access to the tight cavern, thrusting in and out at such an angle that he could easily target every sensitive spot within his core.

Tsuzuki moaned once his insides were caressed, hissed when his outer flesh was assaulted and whimpered once he felt the need for more. Everything Muraki was doing to him had started out in doubt and pain, and he now found himself drowning in a sea of pleasure. Gripping Muraki's backside to hold his hips against his own, he slowly began to gyrate against him, succeeding in both aiding Muraki's fluid ministrations and putting a stimulus on his weeping erection.

It didn't take long for gentle caresses to shift into a form of abandonment, both men losing themselves in the throes of the passion Muraki had initiated. Muraki threw his head back, silver hair flying away from his eyes, save for the small locks stuck to his forehead from the light sheen of sweat. Tsuzuki gripped fiercely at the doctor's skin, thrusting his hips up and begging for more of the delicious friction.

Muraki's hips repeatedly slapped against Tsuzuki's muscled thighs as they slammed forward, his hands never ceasing to explore the fields of flesh before him. He tweaked his nipples and elicited mewls and groans, depending on how he treated them; rough or gentle, and finally he found Tsuzuki's groin. Curling his fingers, he groped his length, creating a tight tunnel for his beloved to rock his hips up into for an additional stimulation.

A groan left Muraki's pallid lips as his head fell forward, the one sound quickly followed by a chain of panting and growling and moaning, one right after the other. Tsuzuki had him in another world by now; he'd never made love in this fashion. Sexual abandonment had a new meaning. He could feel it, and he knew very well Tsuzuki did as well. Muraki had succeeded in more than one thing that night; he'd gotten inside of Tsuzuki, and inside of his mind.

Heavy pants rung off the walls in chimes, and they gave no thought beyond the barrier they'd created around each other.

They were connected for life.

With a heavy moan of concentrated pleasure, Tsuzuki's head lulled back, his dry throat further parched with his breathing. A sharp shiver rolled up and down his spine in a repetitive shockwave, and his nails scratched at the small of Muraki's back as his orgasm struck. Black, he saw nothing but a flash of black as his length pulsated in Muraki's doting hand, finally achieving his patiently awaited release, which splattered over his muscled stomach, and Muraki's hand.

He could feel Tsuzuki's muscles clenching around him, and the groan which pierced his eardrum made it obvious he'd come. He gave a light squeeze of his hand to milk his organ dry, and the clincher Tsuzuki had him in caused his veins to be set ablaze with passion and completion. He, too, reached his climax, and spilled deep within Tsuzuki's depths.

They laid there in the aftermath for a good few minutes afterward, relishing in the shockwaves of pleasure. Tsuzuki's breath trembled, and Muraki's ribcage was out of control. The doctor slowly slipped his fingers over Tsuzuki's belly, swiping up the evidence of his release and bringing it to his lips, sucking the sweet substance from his digits, as well as the back of his hand. He was delicious.

Tsuzuki could only watch as the man above him licked away his essence from his belly, purring softly beneath the touch. His fingers worshippingly ran through the silver strands, and he saw Muraki in a whole new light. Earlier that afternoon, he saw Muraki as nothing more than a sex starved dog, looking for his next fix before he went back to his ravenous killing spree to subdue his appetite. Now, he saw Muraki for what he really could be.

I guess he wasn't lying when he said he loved me...

He suddenly felt lower than the deeds Muraki would carry out on a nightly basis for ever doubting such a confession.

Inching up, Muraki lay down beside his tired lover, on his side so he could pull him over into his arms, where a sweat slicked chest met another, and he could embrace him warmly. He nuzzled his nose into the thick, brown strands of the shinigami's hair, murring from the soft musk.

Tsuzuki could think of nothing more to say but, "Wow," as he fell into unconsciousness, his head against Muraki's strong chest.

The doctor only chuckled as he held him there, and allowed his angel his well-deserved rest. "Sleep well, my love..."

Muraki had no way of knowing that the footsteps outside of his cabin door belonged to the boy they called Hisoka, finally leaving from his spot just behind the doorway.




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