Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven's Drive ❯ Heaven's Drive ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: Matsushita Yoko, Hana to Yume, and whoever owns the bishies. Obviously they are not mine!!
Warnings: Muraki x Tsuzuki, LEMON, yaoi, R to NC-17
summary (thriller would be more appropriate): Never let your window open, even in Meifuu... *sound effect*

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Heaven's Drive
by Kaz (kazutaka@otakumail.com)

The night is deadly cold.

The cold breeze of the night came through his window without warning and Tsuzuki shivered in his sleep. He must've forgotten to close the window before he went to bed. Now he was curling in his futon, grasping his blanket tighter to get rid of the chill. He should really close that window now, he thought dimly, or could it be possible that… He left it open on purpose...?

Closing his eyes, Tsuzuki rolled to his side. Maybe the wind wasn't so bad after all, but then again, he was too lazy to stand up. He tried to get back to sleep when suddenly... His eyes snapped open. He had a vague feeling that someone was watching him. He could hear the faint steady breath from the dark corner of his room. Tsuzuki gasped in silence. He wasn't alone...

The Shinigami tried to move, but he couldn't even stir a single muscle. His eyes couldn't see the figure lurking in the shadow. And then slowly, he heard a whisper of his stalker's feet on the floor. He realized that the intruder -- whoever it was -- was coming closer. And then he felt it. The cold shivers that started to creep up all over his skin, and that familiar sensation in his chest. Every cell in his quivering body told him who it was. Tsuzuki closed his eyes and let out a small gasp of fear, whispering a name.

"Muraki..."

Beside him Tsuzuki felt the futon shift under Muraki's weight; he heard the hoarse breathing of the other man next to his ear, enough to let the chill creep up his spine. "Tsuzuki..." He heard the soft calling of his name in his ear, barely audible. Muraki chuckled lightly, definitely enjoying Tsuzuki's frail state. "You know it's me..."

Tsuzuki didn't know what else to do. He couldn't move, he couldn't use his power against this person. He swallowed hard, praying to every God he knew, praying for his friends to save him, but nothing happened. No one could save him this time…

"I've longed for this moment to come, Tsuzuki-san…" Long slender fingers caressed Tsuzuki's face and down to his jaw. Muraki's lips pressed against the smooth skin of his neck, sucking it greedily, marking him.

No… no… help me... help me…

Tsuzuki could hear the rich chuckle from the other man as his calloused hand worked down Tsuzuki's shirt and started to fumble with the buttons there. The dark-haired man forced his eyes shut as Muraki's strong hands turned his body, his back against the warm sheet. He didn't want to see him. No. He didn't want Muraki to look at him with those eyes... those cold predatory eyes that captivated him, that can ask him to do anything, anything at all...

"Open your eyes..." Muraki's whisper was as cold as the night. His hand had finished its chore to open Tsuzuki's shirt. The handsome Shinigami lay in his bed in nothing but his shorts. The chill of the night made him grit his teeth, but not for long as Muraki's warm body covered his while his lips never stopped lapping over Tsuzuki's skin.

"No..." Tsuzuki managed to utter a sound. His tears fell from his closed eyes, wetting his face.

"So beautiful..." Muraki murmured, and caught Tsuzuki's lips in his, "...you're so beautiful..."

Tsuzuki felt those cold lips move above his, so enchanting... so inviting... He had to keep control of his passion to return the gesture, and slowly opened his eyes. He stared weakly into one silver eye before him, hidden behind thin-framed glasses. Tsuzuki couldn't stop the tears that kept rolling down his face. He saw that faint smirk on the other's handsome face.

"H--How..." He stuttered, "…How did you get here...?" was the only question he could think of. His mind was blocking him. He couldn't remember anything. He was scared, more than scared.

"You forgot?" Muraki took his glasses off and trailed more kisses over Tsuzuki's sensitive neck and onto his shoulder. "...you left the window open for me..."

"No..." Tsuzuki tried to struggle free from Muraki. But one strong hand captured both his wrists and pinned them above his head. "Don't..." He tried to breathe as Muraki's lips started to move down his chest, trailing a line of hot saliva over the smooth skin. "Please don't…"

Muraki's other hand had slipped inside his waistband, delicately stroking the smooth skin of Tsuzuki's inner thigh. Indigo eyes snapped open for the delicious sensation. Tsuzuki bit his lip hard in an effort not to moan.

"No...!" Tsuzuki screamed as the hand started to move behind his ass, trailing along the crevice, parting it softly. Tsuzuki felt the finger lazily tease his opening, brushing around the tight ring and finally, thrusting deep inside. "No...!"

Muraki captured his lips and stared down at him, almost sincerely. "You have to let yourself be free, Tsuzuki san..." He whispered, eyes dazedly shut, "...let yourself be free..."

Tsuzuki moaned loudly as Muraki's hand crept to reach his aching arousal, and gently wrapped it around its length. He lost all sense to fight as Muraki started to stroke him slowly, teasingly.

"Muraki..." Muraki's persistent lips pressed his unresponsive ones' once again. Hazily, he felt the tip of Muraki's tongue lick the corner of his mouth, asking permission to enter.

At this point, Tsuzuki gave up all hope for anyone to save him. He thought about Hisoka, about Tatsumi, and Watari. But no one could help him now. Dimly, he felt Muraki smile against his lips.

Let yourself free…

That's what Muraki said. Maybe, just maybe if he let himself free he wouldn't feel so hurt anymore. Maybe that way, he could forget all about this in the morning and continue his routines without even remembering it.

Maybe…

More passionate kisses were being planted on his lips. Tsuzuki closed his eyes, tried to assure his brain that he was enjoying all what Muraki did to him, and he was even more terrified to discover that it wasn't hard at all. Muraki licked his lips once more, never stoped stroking Tsuzuki's arousal, and finally, ever so slowly, the Shinigami parted his lips.

Muraki, knowing victory, plunged his tongue deep inside, exploring every inch of Tsuzuki. The dark-haired man shyly touched Muraki's tongue with his, drawing him further inside the warmth of his mouth. He felt Muraki smile against his mouth, but he couldn't care any less as he felt Muraki's hand move to cup his balls and massage them insistently. Tsuzuki's small gasps of pleasure were swallowed by the air of the night. He felt really aroused now, he knew he could come anytime in his pants and into Muraki's hand. And how he wanted that to happen, he thought vaguely as he sucked greedily on Muraki's tongue.

Finally, Muraki let go of his wrists, but instead of struggling away, Tsuzuki cupped the other man's face in his hands, pulling him even closer and crushing their lips together. He lifted up his hips to gain more friction, which Muraki didn't give so easily.

"Muraki..." He gasped softly, losing his breath in that one last kiss. Muraki pulled away to gaze at the figure under him, and slowly started to remove his own clothes. Tsuzuki watched as one by one Muraki's hands removed the buttons of his shirt to reveal the smooth pale skin that hid beneath. Tsuzuki swallowed hard as he saw the strong muscled chest finally freed, two copper nipples erect with lust just like his own.

The shirt fell to the floor without a sound. Muraki continued to unzip his pants, and for Tsuzuki's satisfaction let go of his erection from its cage. Everything he saw in Muraki's naked figure was more than what he had expected before. The whipcord body filled with well-defined muscles covered beneath the smooth, pale skin that gleamed under the moonlight that slanted through his open window. The Shinigami tore his eyes away as he felt his cheeks burn with awkwardness at the sight before him.

Kami-sama, help me… I can't be attracted to this man… to this person who had killed so many people…

Muraki's hand touched his chin, forcing him to see what he had missed. "I want you to see me..." Muraki whispered thickly.

The dark-haired Shinigami watched as the cold-blooded murderer knelt before him, Muraki crept his hand down his own body to reach for his sex, fondling it with one hand. His mouth parted and the tip of his pink tongue licked the corner of his dry lips. Tsuzuki's eyes followed Muraki's strong hand as it moved up and down the big erected cock, the head already wet with pre-cum. Tsuzuki knew that his own arousal ached to be touched, he moved his hand down and wrapped itself around his trapped organ, only to have Muraki's hand slapped his away.

"No." Muraki eyed him intensely, "...let me."

Tsuzuki nodded numbly and dimly he felt Muraki slip off his shorts and throw it to the other corner of his room. He gasped in relief as he felt the cold air touch his now free erection. His eyes lifted up and met Muraki's. The silver-haired man smirked as he saw Tsuzuki's naked body, smiling more to himself, "...Beautiful." He murmured, eyes glinting with lust.

Muraki leaned down and caught Tsuzuki's erect nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth before nipping it hard and sucking it with intense worshipping. Tsuzuki gasped for air as the other man started to lick his way down his body.

The dark-haired man buried his hand in the mass of silver hair as Muraki continued his travel down. He then felt a kiss planted on the stray of hair just above his cock. Tsuzuki arched his back violently from the futon as he felt the tip of that wicked tongue starting to make its way down his length.

"Ah!" He moaned, fingers buried themselves deeper between Muraki's hair, his knee bent. "...M--Muraki..."

He could only hear an evil chuckle as an answer, and then he felt his whole length swallowed in one swift move into Muraki's mouth.

Kami-sama... Help me before it's too late…

But even God couldn't stop him from thinking that it was the most divine sensation he had ever felt in his life or death. The feeling of Muraki's tongue and mouth on his cock was more than driving him crazy. His touch in his inner thigh and balls was ecstatic. Muraki's strong throat worked his sex in an endless circle of lust and passion.

Muraki's tongue moved to scrape the tip of Tsuzuki's erection, licked the length up and down, never stopping. He squeezed the balls gently, massaging them until they tightened and pushed against the sacs. Tsuzuki couldn't tear his eyes away from the most erotic sight before him. He saw the dark end of his arousal being swallowed by this gorgeous creature settling between his legs. And then the climax hit him like a sudden flood. He could only see stars inside his head as he felt his seed erupted from his cock, filling Muraki's mouth with the proof of his passion.

That didn't stop Muraki from licking the rest of his orgasm from his length. Tsuzuki could only think vaguely as he felt Muraki lapped his inner thigh to clean the sticky mess and smirked as he looked up to see Tsuzuki's face.

The dark-haired man laid limply in the futon afterwards, he could barely move even if he wanted to. Muraki lay beside him, kissing his naked shoulder gently before sucking it more savagely. And then, Muraki's hand moved to caress his face more tenderly. Tsuzuki had to close his eyes away or he might drown inside those deep demanding gaze.

"Why?" Tsuzuki asked suddenly after long minutes of bliss fulness, "Why are you doing this?"

And why am I letting you to do this to me?

The other man chuckled softly, his hand trailed over Tsuzuki's sweaty chest. "Because you are mine, Tsuzuki..." Muraki whispered in his ear, sending shivers all over the Shinigami's body. "...And I intend to have what's mine..."

With that Muraki leaned down to capture his mouth again, parting them more easily now with his teeth. And soon he was welcomed inside the other's mouth, seeking, exploring, claiming...

Tsuzuki felt a pair of strong hands grasp him, helping him to sit down on the futon. Muraki straddled him and bent his body forward. Tsuzuki obediently leaned to his chest, drawing one of Muraki's nipples into his mouth. He suckled hard and turned it into a pebble. He heard Muraki moan between his harsh breaths and pulled him even closer. Tsuzuki licked the hard flesh again, nipping at it, enjoying his torture to the other man. He trailed his tongue as he went for the other nipple, and treated the same as the other one before. Muraki's breaths became heavy.

The Shinigami realized with a start when his one free hand was guided to Muraki's heavy arousal. Tsuzuki gasped and looked up to the other man, saw him stare back at him with strong desire.

"Touch me." Muraki commanded, his voice husky.

Tsuzuki wrapped his free hand around Muraki's engorged flesh, squeezing it gently and heard another moan escape Muraki's lips. His mouth kept sucking the strong muscled chest, and his hand stroking Muraki's cock almost hurriedly.

"You are mine..." Muraki smirked as he cupped one of Tsuzuki's buttocks with his palm. He squeezed it gently before trailing fingers into the crevice.

Tsuzuki hissed as one finger once again entered him, giving him that feeling of pleasure and pain at the same time. "I. Am. Not. Yours." He punctuated every word and moaned as the second finger joined the first.

"Mine." Muraki growled as Tsuzuki stroked him faster, leaning to ravish Tsuzuki's mouth as he spoke. "...Always mine..."

"Muraki..."

Muraki lowered the two of them to the futon; lips never left Tsuzuki's. He inserted the third finger inside Tsuzuki's body and saw the Shinigami writhed under him. He captured Tsuzuki's wrists and held him still, mouth moving down the lithe body stopping just before Tsuzuki's opening. Something slick entered Tsuzuki's asshole, oiling him, Muraki's tongue moved in and out driving the other mad with pleasure.

"You are mine." Muraki repeated.

Muraki left him after that, but before Tsuzuki could utter his protest, the blunt tip of Muraki's erection nudged his opening. The silver-haired doctor eyed him carefully, eyes glinting with raw lust. Tsuzuki could only see one silver eye on that gorgeous face, he knew the other was hidden beneath the long bangs. With one hand, Tsuzuki stroked that hair away and saw that crippled eye that used to frighten him. He smiled instead and whispered to the thick air.

"Prove it..."

Muraki rubbed his erection against the tight opening, before he finally pushed the head inside. Tsuzuki's eyes challenged him in their own way. Muraki shifted in his spot, smirking. And finally, when Tsuzuki thought that he would go mad wanting it, the taller man entered his cock inside Tsuzuki's body in one steady push. Tsuzuki arched his back and moaned loudly until he thought he would lose his breath because of it. Muraki waited until they both settled. The Shinigami wrapped his legs around Muraki's waist and pulled him even closer.

With a smirk, Muraki leaned down until his mouth touched Tsuzuki's ear, "I'm going to make you mine..." he smirked triumphantly, "...my precious little Shinigami..."

Muraki pulled his body back up, making that part of him buried deep shift inside Tsuzuki's body. He waited for a long minute before slamming his hips against Tsuzuki's. The dark-haired man gasped in pleasure as the sensations started to build inside him. Muraki pulled his cock and slammed inside over and over. Tsuzuki moved with him in one steady rhythm, hips moving up and down.

"Perfect..." Muraki hissed, "...so perfect..."

Indigo eyes widened as Muraki sought for his cock and started to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Tsuzuki didn't want to close his eyes; he wanted to stay awake along the process. He saw Muraki's face twitch with pleasure. He saw Muraki's body join with his as one. Something he didn't even dare to imagine all this time.

The world -- heaven and hell -- ceased to be…

He almost came right then, wetting his abdomen and Muraki's with the obvious proof of his passion. He felt Muraki explode inside him, so hot and endless. His body was being pushed to the futon as Muraki fell on top of him, breathing harshly. Tsuzuki closed his eyes, feeling the rest of his orgasm.

Muraki was right. It was perfect.

"You are mine now..." Muraki licked his earlobe deliciously, "...and you will always be..."

Tsuzuki didn't answer, but kissed him back almost eagerly. Their lips joined in one sensual dance for quite some time. He parted his lips as Muraki's tongue started to seek for an entrance.

"Mine..."

Tsuzuki closed his eyes as he felt Muraki's lips leave his and started to plant kisses all over his face. He felt so sleepy and tired, everything looked so blurry and vague. He whispered Muraki's name over and over but there no answer came from the other man's lips.

Everything turned dark, he could barely see anything now. He could only feel the kisses on his shoulder and neck, feel Muraki's warm flesh still inside him.

Kami-sama... Was it a sin to wish that this feeling would last forever…?

And then his consciousness left him.

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Tsuzuki opened his eyes and saw the bright light of the sun enter his room. He sat up almost immediately on his futon and stare at the window.

It was closed.

Tsuzuki looked down to himself and saw that he was fully dressed. The futon looked disarray, but everything was on its place. Nothing had changed, except for the uncomfortable sticky mess in his pants.

Dream. It was just a dream, Tsuzuki thought dimly. It was the only logical explanation his brain could come up with. But why such dream occurred? Why Muraki?! Tsuzuki blushed as he remembered every detail in his dream last night. He still remembers the kiss, the touch, the...

His face turned bright pink and he bumped his head in the nearest wall, wanting to just disappear into the darkness.

"Oi! Are you out of your mind?!" Hisoka showed up on his doorway, eyes accusing. "Tatsumi is waiting for us, you better get dressed in five minutes!" The little Shinigami made a gesture with his five fingers and glared, "MOVE IT!"

"Ha-Hai, Hisoka-kun…" Tsuzuki made a puppy dog eyes and nodded, trying to smile like his cheerful self. He stood up from the futon and almost directly fell back.

Kami sama... even his ass felt hurt... He shook his head and bumped it again on the wall.

"What's the matter with you?!" Hisoka glared from the door, "Just go get dressed and wash your face! And what's that mark on your neck anyway?!" The brown-haired boy twitched his nose and once again disappeared through the door.

Tsuzuki froze in his spot for a second or two before dashing to the mirror. He saw his expression there, hair tousled and shirt rumpled. He saw the red mark on his neck and touched it cautiously. He shivered from the sudden memory and saw his face flush slightly in the mirror. He could still feel Muraki's kisses along his neck... the feeling of the silver-haired man licking and sucking his skin.

Mine...

Yours...

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