Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Just One Night ❯ Give in to me... ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Title:Just One Night, Chapter 2
Anime: Yami no Matsuei
Paring: Muraki/Tsuzuki
Warnings: Yaoi (duh!), Lemon and all that goes with it...
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Don't own 'em, just borrowing!
A/N: Onto our lemony goodness. I'm amazed that I wrote so much on this chapter, that the sex took so long, that I've divided it into two chapters. The third chapter is coming up as soon as I can get it typed and edited. Enjoy!
-jailaheyn
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Tsuzuki gasped as he felt lips gliding across his neck and a pair of hands slowly parting his dress shirt. Muraki wasted no time in nipping his way down Tsuzuki's collarbone, leaving little red marks where his teeth had been, biting hard at the junction where neck and shoulder met. The sudden hard pain made Tsuzuki jump and clamp his lips together. He was determined not to moan, never moan, never to vocalize how that talented mouth made him feel.
The ride to wherever they were (Muraki refused to tell him their final location) was a fuzzy blur, thanks to the wine he'd consumed and the sensual workings of the pale doctor's hands in the back of the limo. Now they were in a bedroom, and Muraki had him shoved onto a bed before he could realize what was happening.
Muraki chuckled lightly at the conflicted look on the smaller man's face.
“My dear Asato, why don't you let yourself go? I want to hear your every gasp.” He paused to tease an exposed nipple with his tongue.
Biting back another moan, Tsuzuki muttered, “You wanted me unresisting. You never said I had to enjoy it.”
Muraki slowly slid back up to Tsuzuki's face, until their were eye-to-eye.
“Oh, but you will,” his voice was velvet wrapped around steel. “Before this night is over, you will beg me to take you. And only then, after I've heard you beg me and cry out my name, will I take my fill of you.” Returning to his former place, he nuzzled the same nipple his teased just seconds ago. “Until then, I'm quite content with toying with you. I'm a very patient man.”
As he continued his downward trail, Tsuzuki thought about simply leaving and calling the deal off. Muraki could be lying, after all. This could be some plot to finally kill the Shinigami once and for all. Since the Kyoto case and the Muraki's alive and well return, the questions Tsuzuki had about his past plagued him. Faced with the opportunity to get some answers, offering his body for the night was a small price to pay. Besides, he had gotten this far, he doubted he would be allowed to leave so easily.
A bite on the inside of his thigh shocked him into the present moment. As the bite turned into a loving lick, he wonder how did the taller man get him naked so quickly. He fell upon the blanket fully clothed, or so he thought.
“Finally I got your attention,” he said, running his hand up and down Tsuzuki's thighs. “Your body betrays your words. Look at your skin, so flushed with desire. And this certainly doesn't lie.” He wrapped his fingers around the upright proof of Tsuzuki's arousal, causing the smaller man to gasp. “Your surrender won't take long.”
Tsuzuki closed his eyes and clutched the blanket beneath him, ashamed that he was slowly losing control of his mind and body to this pleasurable assault. He felt those lips move from his leg to the very tip of his cock, sipping at the moisture that accumulated there while an eager hand fondled the sacs beneath it. Muraki's touch where gentle, subtle, designed to chip away at his resistance.
Muraki ceased his ministrations for a moment. Tsuzuki opened his eyes to see the doctor smirking as he shed his own dress shirt.
“It's getting a mite warm in here. I'd thought I'd make myself more comfortable.”
Despite himself, amethyst eyes swept over the exposed pale skin. Tsuzuki had never seen the man before him in nothing but suits, which gave him the impression that Muraki had imposing muscular mass to match his height. Those suits did well to hide his rather lean build. Not skinny by an definition of the word, he had the sleek sculpted body of a runner. He couldn't help but find the man all the more attractive, personal objections aside.
The doctor held his gaze as he removed his ever present glasses and leaned above him to set them on the nearby nightstand. This gave Tsuzuki an even closer look at the well defined chest, so close that he only needed to extend his tongue a little bit to touch the skin. His body went with the naughty suggestion, and the salty taste of sweat was on his tongue before he could stop himself. He blushed even brighter and turned his head away from Muraki's triumphant gaze.
“That didn't take long at all. I'm almost disappointed,” he purred into Tsuzuki's ear. “I believe you deserve a small reward for being so daring.”
He kissed Tsuzuki, hard, his lips demanding entrance for his tongue. Drawing the smaller man close, he rolled onto his side, one hand skimming down to cup a bare buttock. He pulled Tsuzuki's leg over his, and the next sensation Tsuzuki felt was one long finger circling his hidden entrance, slick with some substance. He shuddered against Muraki's larger frame.
“Ah, that's it. Give in to me, and I promise you much more pleasure than this. You've no idea how beautiful you look, all flushed and wanton. It stirs me like you wouldn't believe.” The last word was a strained growl as Tsuzuki shuddered once more, bringing his naked arousal in closer contact with Muraki's clothed one.
Muraki's mouth closed once more over Tsuzuki's as he slipped that finger deeper inside, up to the knuckle. Tsuzuki's head was nearly drowning in a sea of sensation, losing grip on his common sense. And he wanted to let go, to sink into this pleasure, to slip under and fill his lungs with it until he was satiated. He writhed against that maddening touch, feeling that invading digit press deeper and deeper until-THERE! Muraki laughed and pressed more on that spot that caused starts to explode behind Tsuzuki's tightly shut eyes. Then, with low moan, those fingers quickly retreated. Tsuzuki jerked forward with a cry of loss and found those loving hands pressed against his shoulders as he was shoved onto his back. Two eyes, one molten steel, the other unnaturally large and silver-blue glared down at him, wild, hungry and impatient. Tsuzuki felt a trickle of fear creep into his being. Perhaps this is the last thing Muraki's victims saw before they died.
“Beg me,” he demanded. Apparently from the look in his eyes and the insistent arousal pressing into Tsuzuki's stomach, he was approaching the end of his vaunted patience.
Not that Tsuzuki cared anymore. He'd let go of sanity moments ago and was drowning. “Please,” he whispered, arching to make contact, any contact, with the body above him.
His expression did not change as he pressed his hands further into Tsuzuki's shoulders. “You'll have to do much better than that, Asato. Beg me to touch you again. Beg me to press myself inside of you, to take you. Do it, or I'll leave you here in your desperation. Would you like for your precious friends to find you lying here like this, knowing damn well who brought you to this? All of your hard work this evening, completely wasted...”
That's right, Tsuzuki's original goal, to find out what Muraki knew about his past. Being reminded gave him something to focus on For the truth, he would endure this.
Grabbing the arms that pinned him, Tsuzuki arched up once more, hoping to look as desperate as he felt. “Please,” he pleaded, louder this time. “Muraki, please touch me...I need you to...”
The restraining arms weakened as Muraki sank into the crook of Tsuzuki's neck, revisiting the many bite marks he'd left earlier.
“More,” he replied, rocking his hips against Tsuzuki's before reaching down between them to unfasten his pants.
The head-swim of pleasure returned in waves of increasing strength with every thrust and bite. It made it much easier to obey Muraki's command. “Take me, I need it so bad...” He hissed as Muraki's hand closed around his cock, holding it against his own recently freed one. Both men moaned in unison as Muraki began to stroke them together.
“More, Asato!” he barked, stroking them faster. His harsh breaths scalded Tsuzuki's cheek as his pants increased.
Tsuzuki threw his head back, yelling, “OH GOD, I'M BEGGING YOU!! TAKE ME, FINISH ME, FUCK ME-AHHH!!” His release took him by surprise, stealing his breath in an extended gasping groan. He clung to Muraki's arms, bucking with each spurt of semen, each waves hitting him so hard, tears beaded in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
His next conscious thought was a hand gentle stroking his hair. Tsuzuki found himself curled in Muraki's lap, held close to that paler man's chest. He noticed absently that there was no proof of his release on either one of them.
“You've come to. I was beginning to worry; you were out for a while,” Muraki kissed his forehead as he stirred. “You were absolutely beautiful. My lovely rosebud has just started to bloom. That performance was almost the end of me. Almost.”
It was then that Tsuzuki noticed the hardness lying against his thigh. It seemed that Muraki did not finish when he did. He both dreaded and was excited by the thought of more of Muraki's workings on his body.
The hand on his head moved down to tilt his face up to meet gentle caressing lips. Though fully aroused, it seemed as if Muraki's temperament had calmed a bit, replacing his earlier harsh dominating demeanor with this strange, almost romantic, sweetness.
“You've been so wonderful so far. I'm going to give you just what you've asked for, and then your part of the deal is done. You'll keep behaving for me, won't you?”
Tsuzuki wisely decided against reminding the doctor that his request was mostly forced out of him. He simply nodded, not trusting his voice.
Muraki pulled him in for a quick squeeze before reaching over to the nightstand. Tsuzuki followed that hand as it grabbed and uncapped a small vial of liquid that sat next to his glasses. Obviously that was what he used before to drive Tsuzuki mad before. He swallowed nervously as Muraki poured a bit of the oil into his palm.
“Don't be afraid. You know that this will make taking you much easier. See?” As he spoke, he coated a finger with the substance and moved down to Tsuzuki's entrance. It slipped inside with little resistance up to the second knuckle. As it moved and twisted in deeper, Tsuzuki began to moan softly at the sensation. He'd given up trying to deny how he felt, now he was closer to his goal, and nothing to lose.
Another slick finger joined in and twists became scissoring motions, brushing against that spot that made Tsuzuki groan and buck against that hand.
“Yess,” Muraki hissed. “Show me your passion.”
His own blatant display embarrassed Tsuzuki, and his hid his face in the most easy to reach spot, the crook of Muraki's neck. The doctor knew exactly where and how to touch to drive him crazy. He hoped that he wouldn't have to beg anymore. At this rate, he would agree to anything Muraki asked.
After a few moments, Muraki removed his fingers and nudged Tsuzuki up to straddle him. Tsuzuki shivered as he felt his rapidly awakening erection brushing against the doctor's abs.
“Please...” Tsuzuki whimpered, looking away, unwilling to meet the madman's eyes.
“Very soon, but first,” Muraki reached over and grabbed the oil, placing it into Tsuzuki's hand. “Prepare me.”
With trembling hands, Tsuzuki poured the oil into his palm. He reached behind him to grasp the persistent arousal pressing against his bare buttocks and began to stroke, spreading the lubrication along the length. It was Muraki's turn to react, moaning and resting his head on Tsuzuki's shoulder as hip hips bucked. The sudden rocking motion brought Tsuzuki's member in closer contact to Muraki's body, and he too began to respond with matching thrusts of his own.
The pace quickly intensified, and soon the bedroom was filled with groans and sighs as both men approached their release. Muraki grabbed Tsuzuki's pumping hand, stilling it.
“No!” he cried out breathlessly. “This is not how this will end. Asato, you are more of a tease then I first believed.” He lifted Tsuzuki's hips to position him over his more than ready member. Slowly, he lowered the smaller man down, down, down taking his time and waiting for Tsuzuki's whimpers of discomfort to subsides before lowering any further.
Tsuzuki thought that he would burst from being filled so completely. He felt himself stretch to accommodate something a great deal larger than those fingers that brought him so much pleasure before. There was pain with entry, yes, a burning sensation that intensified with each millimeter that pushed inside of him. His breath hitched as he slid down. He was amazed that Muraki would take his time in taking him. He was expecting a rough, careless, painful rut that would leave him physically and mentally torn, something so much like rape if it wasn't for the fact that that he had yet to say “no”. Soon, the pain dulled, making way for the pleasure and fullness. With one broken groan, he pushed himself down the rest of the way, buttocks meeting hard thighs with a loud smack as he fully sheathed Muraki's member into himself.
“What's the hurry?” Muraki ground out after catching his own breath at the sudden entrance.
“Just finish this, Muraki,” Tsuzuki replied in an equally tense voice. “Get this over with.”
“Oh? I think not, my darling. I'm perfectly comfortable here.” He looked square at Tsuzuki's face. “Now, listen carefully, I don't believe I'll last long due to all of your teasing. I have a story to tell, one you've been waiting for all night. I hope you find it as...stimulating as I do.”