Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Hearts Caught by Darkness ❯ A New Obsession ( Chapter 1 )

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HEARTS CAUGHT BY DARKNESS

A Descendents of Darkness fan fiction by Setzuka


Note: This is a NC-17 rated, AU yaoi fan fiction containing the pairing of Tatsumi/Muraki. This story also contains scenes of bondage and dominance in some chapters. Takes place during an AU “Demon’s Reckoning” arc of the anime.


CHAPTER ONE: A NEW OBSESSION


As Tsuzuki watched in horror, the creatures that Muraki had summoned feasted upon the school girl. He and his partner, Hisoka, had arrived too late to be of assistance to her. Hisoka was tending to her unconscious friend, the sight of her grisly death having overwhelmed the girl. Smiling wickedly, Muraki taunted the shinigami with his weakness.

“Poor girl,” the doctor started, “She died because she saw a Guardian of Death. How does it feel, Mr. Tsuzuki? Knowing that it was you who brought about her demise. And at such a tender young age.”

Tsuzuki sank to his knees, shivering as he clutched his sides. “It’s all my fault,” he told himself aloud in a broken voice. “I’m to blame for all of it.”

While Muraki’s creatures closed in on the shinigami at his order, Hisoka’s cries to Tsuzuki fell on deaf ears, as the guardian sank into the darkness within his own mind. Unbeknownst to Tsuzuki, the shadow that he cast in the moonlight began to stir. To the doctor’s dismay, the beasts he had summoned were cut to shreds by lances made from those shadows, falling to the earth in blood-trailing fragments. As the wall of darkness parted, a tall man in a brown suit appeared from within. His blue eyes shone with anger as he adjusted his glasses with two fingers.

“I have no intention of allowing you to harm one of my employees, Muraki,” Tatsumi told the doctor with thinly-veiled anger. “You’ll find that I am not as gentle as Tsuzuki in dealing with the likes of you.”

Asato looked up at his friend, who came to stand by where he knelt. “Tatsumi,” he began, “I’m sorry to be such a bother.”

Tatsumi knelt by Tsuzuki’s side, and in a kind voice, said, “You have never been a bother to me, Asato. Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him.”

After quickly recovering his composure, Muraki addressed the elder Guardian of Death as he rose to his feet. “So, the secretary of the Ministry of Hades has decided to make an appearance. It’s nice to finally meet someone I’ve learned so much about.”

Narrowing his eyes at the implications, Tatsumi held on to his composure. “And it is good to finally meet the madman who has been causing such a good deal of trouble for the Ministry,” the older shinigami replied. “I have a bad habit of utterly destroying those that I don’t like. Because of your actions, you are now at the top of that list.”

Kazutaka smirked as his supposition was shown to be correct. “Oh, is it because I dared to harm dear Tsuzuki? I can see why he is so precious to you. He’s like a porcelain doll, so beautiful, yet he breaks at the slightest insult. It’s good that he has a strong protector like you, Mr. Tatsumi.”

Tatsumi approached the doctor, his anger growing at what he was implying. How dare he mock Tsuzuki and the deep friendship that they have. How dare he, someone who knows nothing of decency or kindness, comment on what lay in his heart!

Muraki, so pleased by the response he was getting out of the formerly reserved secretary, ignored the potential danger as he continued. “I can see that you are very passionate about the subject, Mr. Tatsumi. But can you protect him at every moment that he is away from the Meifu? Even with your skill, you are impotent regarding protecting your prize-”

The doctor’s rant was cut short by a great decrease in the amount of oxygen flowing to his lungs. The shadow in which he stood suddenly came alive with tendrils of darkness, one grasping him by the throat, lifting him partly into the air. Similar tendrils wound around his arms, legs, and torso, tightening painfully. As he gasped for air desperately, he looked down into cold blue eyes alight with dark pleasure.

“You see,” Tatsumi said in a strangely calm voice, roughened by an emotion he’d never admit to, “If you are dead, then there is no problem. How does it feel, Muraki, to know that you are about to die? To be unable to catch your own breath?”

Kazutaka felt strangely lightheaded as unconsciousness approached. It seemed as though he began to fall into those eyes, those pools that seemed deep enough to drown in. He was surprised to find that he didn’t mind to fall to that sea, to be delivered into death by such a beautiful creature that was darkness itself. He ceased his struggling, his last view the face of a man twisted in the pleasure found in his suffering.

Before darkness claimed him, Muraki found himself dropped to the ground, and suddenly able to breathe again. Amid his fit of coughing, he could hear Tsuzuki’s pleas to his friend to spare his life, to not become like the man he was trying to dispose of. The doctor cracked open his eyes to view the scene of Tsuzuki clutching the lapels of Tatsumi’s jacket as the older guardian of death looked crestfallen at the obvious pain his actions had caused his friend.

“I don’t want anyone to die because of me, not even him, Tatsumi,” Asato told his friend, violet eyes wide and soulful.

Tatsumi turned away somewhat from the other shinigami, the emotion in those eyes chastening him. He unconsciously cast his eyes in Muraki’s direction, their glances meeting. There was a strange expression on the doctor’s face before he quickly gathered himself up and spirited himself away in a wave of silver light. He thought that it looked akin to confusion and longing, but felt that had to be incorrect.


Amid the sound of water running into the ample tub, Kazutaka stood before the mirror of the spacious bathroom. He gingerly fingered the bruises that had started to form on his neck, porcelain-colored skin giving way to discolored violet. Similar bruises could be found elsewhere on his body where the shadows had grasped him. His body aching, Kazutaka shed the pale silk yukata that he wore to slip into the warm water of the tub.

As he cleansed himself, he passed over the sore areas of the bruises on his torso. He shivered at the memory of Tatsumi’s eyes as they looked into his, seeming to drink in his pain. And how quickly those eyes had turned kind again, having lost that passionate spark at Tsuzuki’s speech. Muraki smiled to himself at how he’d been able to get the reserved man to show him the darkness within himself. He shivered at the thought of what the guardian could have done to him had his friend not been there.

As his hands lathered his body, seemingly of its own volition, one of them slowly sank between his legs. It had been so long since he’d sought out release. He’d even thought of going out to find a tasty boy, but all he could think of was a man clad in brown with the sea in his eyes. Kazutaka stroked himself firmly but slowly, wanting the fantasies in his mind to last.

As he relaxed in the tub, water shifted by the movement of his hand, he closed his eyes, a fantasy playing behind his eyes. In his dream, he was held by those tendrils of darkness as the shadow master approached, malicious glee on his face. He tried to struggle in vain against the tendrils’ vice-like grip.

“You’ve caused quite a bit of trouble for me as well as others, Muraki,” the guardian told him. “I’ll have to dole out an appropriate punishment.”

At a motion of Tatsumi’s hand, several more tendrils appeared from below to shred the doctor’s clothing as he gasped. His ruined clothing was tossed to the ground carelessly, leaving him clad only in briefs. The thick cords of shadow continued to wind around his torso and limbs, tightening rhythmically. His legs were pulled apart by them, and to his surprise, his underwear was ripped from his body forcefully as the guardian smiled.

“Nice view,” he said in response to the sight of the naked doctor. “Let’s get on with it.”

With a wave of his hand, the shadows around Muraki’s ankles wrenched his legs further and painfully apart. He began to feel a great deal of pressure as a thick tendril attempted to enter him.

“What are you doing?!” Muraki shouted. “Don’t do this!”

Tatsumi regarded him. “Did you listen to any of your victims? I’m just giving you what you deserve. You filthy beast, look how wet you are, and nothing is even inside you yet. You want me inside you. But I won’t lower myself to the likes of you. All I will give you is my shadows.”

At that, the moist tendril penetrated Kasutaka forcefully, pressing in deep as he cried out. He was stretched to his limits as the appendage worked itself within his body. The tendril around his neck tightened, making him gasp. The doctor soon found an appendage invading his throat, making him gag as it pressed inside rhythmically. His attempts at struggling only made matters worse.

Kazutaka looked down into the pleased face of the guardian as the man shook his head, laughing at his situation. “You are so disgusting!” Tatsumi told him. “Look how wet you are because of my shadows. You don’t even care what it is inside you, do you? Such filth! You aren’t even worth killing.”

Muraki began to moan around the tendril in his mouth as the one within his passage seemed to widen and press that much deeper. He began to push back against the appendage, seeking more of such a depraved type of pleasure. He longed for the guardian to be the one penetrating him as he rode the tendrils. Kazutaka’s untended member wept copiously, droplets hitting the ground. The shadow master placed a hand onto his sweaty chest, stroking skin. The doctor moaned at the touch.

The thrusting of the appendages became deep and swift, causing Kazutaka’s body to move to and fro. His moans became more desperate as he looked down into those deep blue eyes. The tendrils began to hit a place inside of him that made him scream around the appendage in his mouth. The tendril left his mouth wetly, trailing saliva as he cried out unimpeded. His chest heaved as orgasm approached. Muraki writhed in his shadowy restraints, managing to get out pleas for more of the illicit treatment.


Muraki’s back arched as the pleasure and his fantasy became too much for him to bear. “T-Tatsumi-sama!” Muraki screamed as orgasm took him, spilling himself in the soapy water of the tub, his milky essence dissipating. His panting echoed in the room as he tried to catch his breath. Muraki opened his eyes, a wave of satisfaction passing over him. He would make the shadow master show his true face to him again. Formulating a plan, Kazutaka smiled to himself.


To Be Continued.