Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Just One Night ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 3 )

Title:Just One Night, Chapter 3

Anime: Yami no Matsuei

Paring: Muraki/Tsuzuki

Warnings: Yaoi (duh!), Lemon and all that goes with it, Mention of gore

 

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Don't own 'em, just borrowing!

 

A/N: Okay, so this chapter is where things get twisted. Consider that your warning. Thanks for hanging on so far, and enjoy. I made up Tsuzuki's past using what is known from watching the anime and reading up to vol. 7 of the manga (unnatural eyes, unnatural life span, “demonic” DNA, etc.)

 

-jailaheyn

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Revelations

 

 

“What?” Tsuzuki exclaimed. “You want to talk at a time like this?” He wanted to pull away, but his precarious position left him no other choice but to goggle at the doctor that had him impaled so completely.

 

Muraki laughed, bucking his hips upward a few times until Tsuzuki's protests became tiny whimpers. “Why not? I have your undivided attention right now. And I want to you hear every word I say. Misbehave and I'll bind you to this bed, take my pleasure and leave you with nothing.” He dug his fingernails forcefully into Tsuzuki's firm bottom. “Still interested?”

 

The combined pain/pleasure increased Tsuzuki's shudders. “Yes, continue.”

 

Removing his nails from Tsuzuki's flesh, Muraki returned his hands back to their original spot, grasping his narrow hips. “Well then, once upon a time...”

 

“Is that really necessary?”

 

“Of course. Once upon a time, many lifetimes ago, there lived a glorious creature of heaven. He was beautiful and powerful, and embraced good and justice with an almost fanatic fervor. It was said that he was a former infernal spawn, found separated from his master while young, taken in by a celestial who believed in redemption, and was raised as a heavenly host until the hell-bound stench left him. From those humble origins he became known as Beloved of Heaven, or simply Beloved.” He paused, slowly thrusting into Tsuzuki's sheath just enough to keep the sensation within him constant. “Like most common celestials, Beloved's new master was assigned to keep watch over a certain village, and when this master ascended to a higher job, Beloved took his place, earning his name well with the townsfolk. He was a great boon to them, even taking human from at times to assist with harvests and other chores. I believe that this closeness might have attributed to his downfall.”

 

“What...what do you mean?” Tsuzuki gasped. It was taking nearly all of him to concentrate on Muraki's words.

 

“He cared entirely too much for the weakness that is humanity and their petty issues. Though he spent a great deal of his time with his village, he couldn't help but notice the atrocities and examples of man's cruelty to man. Each example further broke his heart, no matter how much he tried to make things right. You see, Beloved was of a class of beings not allowed to shed blood for any reason, so his methods of dispensing justice were quite limited. The fact that true evil was allowed to exist tested his tolerance until he hit his breaking point. Here, you may want to lie down for this part.”

 

Muraki rolled forward, holding Tsuzuki steady as he lay the smaller man on his back, as the while still intimately connected. Tsuzuki groaned at the new angle of penetration. Muraki started his teasing thrusts anew, leaning his head down to speak directly into Tsuzuki's ears.

 

“You feel better than I've ever dreamed. Almost virginal tightness, but then again, you've never been taken, have you?”

 

“Why does that matter, Muraki?” Tsuzuki panted, grabbing the blanket beneath him. “Get on with your tale.”

 

“No particular reason, but I suppose I should continue. Beloved was once returning from a gathering of fellow beings from the area when he came upon a rather grisly scene. It seemed as if a very young girl from his village was attacked by bandits. From the looks of her injures, she was brutalized a great deal before she was killed, in every way imaginable. Possibly even after she was killed. The senseless loss of an innocent life, from a place he'd vowed to watch over, was too much and gave his infernal blood a reason to boil for the first time in his memory. His desire for true justice became tainted with murderous intent.”

 

Tsuzuki understood the parallels between Beloved and himself when Suzaku killed the creature Mariko Ikaruga became in Kyoto. With one more innocent dead for knowing his true identity, he'd lost his mind, making him ripe for the plucking into Muraki's hands.

 

Sensing this, his state of arousal began to flag a bit. “I don't think I want to know the rest of this...”

 

“I think not. We're just getting to the exciting part. Beloved easily found the culprits nearby and visited upon them the exact same injuries they did to that girl. Every injury, if you catch my drift. He allowed one to get away and used him to track down the village they came from. That night, screams filled the moonlit air there.” Muraki began to lunge at the body beneath him even faster, becoming more excited as his spoke.

 

“Men, women, even children were not speared his wrath. They were all brutalized and slaughtered before the righteous might of a furious beast. None were spared, and some of the more comely villagers died with their innocence stolen from them.”

 

The mental image of such destruction flashed behind Tsuzuki's eyes. Innocent, bloodied hands reached out for mercy before their lives were taken. It was a scene played out in his nightmares, and now he knew what it meant.

 

He didn't want to hear anymore. He pushed at Muraki's pale shoulders. “Enough. Stop this. I don't need to...”

 

Muraki grabbed those hands and held them above Tsuzuki's head by the wrists. He continued to pound mercilessly into the struggling body beneath him, locking mad silver eyes with anguished purple ones. He panted like a man running a marathon.

 

“I'm not done, yet. It seems that the bandits were returning to their village to make atonement for their sin. Apparently, they were possessed by demons, but spilled blood is still spilled blood. It took a dozen celestials to bring Beloved down, and his punishment was unusual. He couldn't be put to death, for his soul would immediately go to Hell, which would increase their power, so they cursed him to be born and live as a human. It's a shame that they couldn't completely hide his nature when they erased his memory. I'm sure it was hard to disguise eyes as unusual as yours and your uncanny ability to heal. Discovering your true nature must have driven you insane 70 years ago. Don't look so surprised, Beloved.”

 

With his fears realized in front of him, Tsuzuki wanted to die all over again. Everything he remembered of his past as a human began to line up with this strange new past. He wasn't human, and never was. He was a murder, and always was. Memories broke through and rushed his brain much to fast for him to comprehend. He began to regress back into himself when a particularly rough stab snapped him back to the current reality.

 

“Oh no you don't. You won't get away from me like that. I want you here with me, fully, until this end. How was it? Do you remember now?” Muraki snarled, punctuating each question with the same sharp shoves. “What was it like? How did that slaughter feel? Did you see your vengeance in their blood?”

 

The headboard slammed in cadence with the rhythm Muraki set, the fast and hard tempo of a man nearing his completion with no regard for his partner. Keeping both Tsuzuki's wrists down with one hand, he snaked the other down to grasp the waning member between them, stroking it to match the frenzied pace of his hips, bring it back to full hardness, despite Tsuzuki's inner protests.

 

The pace prevented Tsuzuki from responding, or even breathing properly. His breath hitched as he saw with his minds eye the picture Muraki's words painted. He, dressed in tattered white stained with crimson, tearing at a gory mass that might have been human once. He, bashing the heads of tiny children against the wall before ripping into their distraught mother. He, leaning over a weeping youth, pounding mercilessly even as he locked his long fingers around his prey's neck. He, standing among broken bloodied bodies, his eyes glowing purple under long chocolate hair, then long and matted. Those eyes spoke volumes.

 

“No regrets,” they said. “They deserved it all.” The past Beloved then laughed, a madman's laughter that increased with volume and shrillness with every breath until Tsuzuki found himself laughing uncontrollably. He laughed as tears of anguish streamed down his cheeks. He laughed as he felt the warm splash of his own release on his stomach.

 

As he orgasmed, he wished that his hands were free. That way he could wrap his fingers around the pale length of neck bared in front of him as Muraki reached his own release with a loud, triumphant groan. He would press his thumbs into that throat, cutting off the doctor's windpipe. He'd hold on tight until those unnatural eyes rolled back into that unnatural head. Muraki would be dead before he was utterly spent.

 

That thought scared him. Not only was he entirely willing to kill in cold blood, he'd just taken pleasure from the mere thought. His laughter died down to a wretched sobbing. What kind of monster was he?

 

Muraki's back remained arched as he continued to ride out his long awaited release, sweat dampened silver hair thrown back as he pumped jet after jet into the weeping body beneath him. Once done, he leaned forward and sipped at those salty drops while sliding out of Tsuzuki's body. Tsuzuki, too spent and broken to fight back, rolled onto his side, curling into a ball.

 

Unperturbed, Muraki stuck a finger into the space where he could reach Tsuzuki's abs, sweeping and sampling a bit of essence slowly cooling there.

 

“Exquisite. Even more delicious than your tears, my darling Beloved. I truly wished you'd enjoyed it more. Perhaps next time, you'll come to me as you truly are.”

 

Tsuzuki did not respond to the doctor's offer.

 

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The next morning, Hisoka and Tatsumi searched for Tsuzuki after he didn't arrive back at the Meifu after his top secret “meeting.” He was found still lying in bed, alone, still nude and soiled from two sets of semen and tears still falling his eyes as he saw his past self commit those atrocities over and over again. Muraki was nowhere to be found, though his last words echoed in his ears:

 

“You defied the very laws that bound you in the name of vengeance. You and I are more alike than you ever thought. Stop hiding from it. I'll be waiting for you when you do.”

 

 

-fin-