Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Precious Illusions ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: shi-chan06 
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 647 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 647 | Status: Completed
Here it is! I intended to finish this two days ago, but I - well - writer's block and lazy . BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh and characters in this chapter are very OOC.
Anyway, happy reading!
PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS 4
Tatsumi took one last glance at Tsuzuki laying asleep deep in to the blue comforters of his bed. The young man looked even thinner under the moon light pouring through his rainbow stained windows. Tatsumi had actually put the effort in to undressing Tsuzuki and dressing him in a terry-cloth robe of his.
"I'll be back in a while, Tsuzuki." He mumbled in to the dark bedroom, pulling his khaki trench coat over his brown slacks and white polo shirt. "I won't leave you."
With that said Tatsumi locked his apartment and left the building. He headed down the street, towards the third block - Watari's apartment. It was a chilly night, the moon full, and sky cloudless and littered with blinking stars. His shoes made clicking noises as he made his way down the street, white mists forming as he breathed out. He did not understand why Watari had asked him to come over to his apartment after work.
'It needs time and a few aiding.' Were his exact words if he could remember clearly.
Tatsumi suddenly frowned. If Watari was planning something utterly stupid, he'd take his very own shoe and pound the blonde's head repeatedly till kingdom come. It was not a funny concept at all - and he did not see the humor in the fact that he was asking for help. Really, it was a mystery. What exactly was so funny?
His frown, if possible deepened. He had been lost in his thoughts that he did not realize he was standing in front of Watari's apartment complex. He took one long look at the red bricked building, and began to start a miniature debate in his head. Should he go in or not? He looked at all his options. If he went in, he'd gain knowledge that he never had or never even thought that he'd have. It might also spare him the headache of Watari's constant babble about the topic, and saves him the embarrassment and inhumanity of it all. However, if he does not go in, that means no knowledge, no headache, no embarrassment. He tapped his foot as he thought.
He took one deep breath and entered the building.
*
"Ah! Tatsumi! Welcome! Welcome!" Watari greeted cheerfully, dressed in black jeans and a white turtleneck. Tatsumi winced a bit at the blonde's cheery greeting; he prepared himself for the worst. "Come in! Come in! Make yourself comfortable!"
Watari literally pulled the secretary in to the apartment, slamming the door shut a bit too quickly and bolting in closed. The apartment, much to Tatsumi's surprise was - neat. The carpets were beige, matching well with the off white walls, and army green curtains and couch set, which had yellow and white patterns on them. There was a 32 inch plasma screen opposite the couch set, accompanied by a fine sound system and a DVD player. There were a few glass displays here and there, and a shelf of Chemistry books written by god-knows-how-many writers and compilers.
"Would you like something hot or cold? I'd suggest something cold." Watari beamed, as Tatsumi pulled his coat off and untied his shoes, setting them aside.
"Whichever one is fine." Tatsumi mumbled, looking around. Watari disappeared in to the kitchen and moments later returned with a container of ice, two glasses and several cans of strawberry fizzy drinks. "Why did you bring so many of those - things?" Tatsumi raised an eyebrow, as Watari set the tray on the coffee table. "I'm not a big fan of such drinks."
"You may not like it, but you'll need it." Watari chuckled. "Knowing you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Tatsumi threatened.
"It's not supposed to mean anything." Watari gestured to the couch. "Sit." Tatsumi sat down as Watari placed a DVD CD in to the player. The semi-lit room was illuminated by a blue glow as the TV turned on. "Now, first I will explain things." Watari plopped himself next to Tatsumi by a couple of feet, and began to talk. "You asked for help, you bear the consequences. From this point on, you will demand nothing. You will listen and absorb, and you may ask questions regarding the topic. Anything else outside the topic will remain unanswered. Oh and refrain from using the shadows? My apartment is nice as it is, thank you very much." Tatsumi blinked. "Oh and you might need these." Watari handed him a box of tissues.
"Why would I need a box of tissues?" Tatsumi asked.
"Trust me, they come in handy." Watari said, and pressed the play button on DVD player and sat back, a bag of chips in his hands.
Tatsumi leaned back, trying to relax, when suddenly, in front of him two men kissing each other ferociously, in the showers, naked and wet flashed before him. His eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. He sat up straight and turned towards Watari, shame, embarrassment, and fear? - in his eyes. He looked scandalized, as if someone had just snapped a picture of his anatomy and made in to a bill board poster.
"P-P-Porn? I am here to w-watch PORN?" Tatsumi demanded voice terribly deep and angry. Watari turned to look at him, looking absolutely ridiculous with his cheeks puffed up from all the potato chips in his mouth. Watari blinked at Tatsumi's direction, as a loud and pleasured moan echoed from the speakers of the sound system. They suddenly looked so big and sounded so loud. Tatsumi blushed scarlet red. "Will you turn off that trash?! It's degrading!"
Watari hid the pause button, and swallowed the chips in his mouth. "It helps you know? It shows you different positions and different parts of the male body that feels more pleasure." Watari shrugged as well. "You forgot the rules, Souchirou dear!" Watari set his bag of chips aside and scooped some ice in to a glass. He opened a can of strawberry sherbet and poured some in to the glass, and handed it to Tatsumi. "Here. Drink." Tatsumi glanced at the TV screen, and quickly turned away, gulping the contents of the glass in one go. "Now, you will watch in silence." Watari said, as he poured more drink in to Tatsumi's glass, then hit play.
Tatsumi had never felt so degraded in his entire life. He could hardly believe that he sat in front of Watari's TV watching two lovers screw their brains out. He also never imagined that he'd loose that much blood. Currently, there was a large pile of stained crumpled tissues by his feet, and he had already emptied more than a dozen cans of strawberry sherbet. His stomach had more acid that it is supposed to have, and he was feeling very dizzy, not to mention he had a growing urge to puke his guts out on a certain 'mad' scientist.
Watari switched the TV off and turned the lights on. The scientist had to suppress his very not-so-quiet urge to laugh his butt off. Tatsumi sat there on the couch, the first few buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned, the silky fabric crumpled, his hair disheveled and his glasses hanging from his ears. His face was flushed and a bit sweaty, and his limbs were shaking a bit. His lips were set in a very tight line, and he was staring in to space.
"Enjoyed it?" Watari asked. His answer was an empty can flying in his direction. "I take that as a yes?"
"No!" Tatsumi screamed. "My god! How can they be that -" He flushed deeper. "Flexible?"
"Oh you should see Hisoka. Feisty boy, ferocious lover, much, much, more flexible than those amateurs you saw." Blood came spurting out of Tatsumi's nose. "Well that's a different story." Watari shrugged.
"Damn you!" Tatsumi glared and threatened.
"Now, now! Time for lecturing!" Watari gestured him to the dining table, where a black briefcase lay on top, untouched and closed. Tatsumi sat down warily and waited for what was coming next. Things couldn't get any worst right? "Okay, now that you've seen how it is to 'take' and 'be taken', it's time you know how you make your moves." Tatsumi raised an eyebrow. "First, you invite him for a snack, or dinner. Knowing Tsuzuki, sweets is the best things to satisfy his hunger. Talk to him, tell him, and explain to him, yada yada! Are you with me so far?"
"Invite him for a snack or dinner, sweets the best thing, talk to him, tell him, and explain to him, yada yada!" Tatsumi answered, amazingly in a straight manner. "And then?"
"Obviously, make things work." Watari held up his index finger. "Rule number one. Be gentle! Be gentle in everything, especially with your mouth." Tatsumi blushed, but nodded. "Rule number two, undress before ravishing your partner's body. It's always much better to ravish your partner when he is completely naked."
"Fine, fine. I get your point." Tatsumi said, blushing again.
"Rule number three, always use lube! It is very painful to enter or thrust in to your partner dry." Watari nodded, rubbing his chin. "Yes very painful indeed. Rule number four-"
Tatsumi rubbed his temples. A headache was coming up and it really was going to be a long night.
*
An hour later, Tatsumi was biting down the urge to just strangle Watari for all he was worth.
"And last, but not least, rule number thirty, never, ever, leave him to wake up in the morning after on his own. Be there, grace him with a smile, sweet talk him, cuddle, and if you want, repeat the whole process last night again. So, once and for all, rule number one-" Tatsumi jumped from his seat and began to cover Watari's mouth with his hands.
"No! No! Keep your mouth shut! I know all thirty rules! Please, can we just move on?" Tatsumi got a nod and a muffled yes. "Thank you." He sighed and sat back in his chair.
"Okay, that's done. Any questions?" Watari asked.
"Can I go home now?" Tatsumi asked.
"Later." Watari waved a hand in his direction. "This part is the best." He took the briefcase and placed the code numbers, opening the buckles with a click. He opened it fully and turned it around, so that the contents were facing Tatsumi. "Bondage."
"Oh my seven heavens!" Tatsumi gaped, pointing at an object in the briefcase. "Is that a whip?"
"Yup!" Watari took it out and snapped it, emphasizing on its texture. "100% leather. Oh and there are a couple of things in here as well, that you should use - I mean, be creative!" Watari began to identify all the objects in the briefcase, and Tatsumi could only mimic a goldfish. "There's the whip, handcuffs, leather straps about six to eight meters long, dildos varying from vibrating ones to fluorescent glow-in-the-dark oh and the cock rings of course." Watari beamed happily at a paling Tatsumi. "Oh and I included a dozen tubes of scented lube and all the different condoms you can get, from super thin ones to spiked ones - for extra pleasure!" He closed the brief case shut and stared seriously in to Tatsumi's eyes from above the rim of his glasses. "Any questions?" Tatsumi shook his head. "Good!"
Few minutes later, Tatsumi was standing by Watari's doorway, briefcase hugged to his chest, as he fought the urge to faint.
"Have a nice night!" Watari wished him and closed the door.
Tatsumi shakily made his way to his apartment, walking in to a few innocent light posts and nearly tripping on his own feet.
This night was the most embarrassing and degrading night in his entire life - both as a shinigami and a human being.
TBC
Ne? What do you think? Weird huh? So be nice and review.
Anyway, happy reading!
PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS 4
Tatsumi took one last glance at Tsuzuki laying asleep deep in to the blue comforters of his bed. The young man looked even thinner under the moon light pouring through his rainbow stained windows. Tatsumi had actually put the effort in to undressing Tsuzuki and dressing him in a terry-cloth robe of his.
"I'll be back in a while, Tsuzuki." He mumbled in to the dark bedroom, pulling his khaki trench coat over his brown slacks and white polo shirt. "I won't leave you."
With that said Tatsumi locked his apartment and left the building. He headed down the street, towards the third block - Watari's apartment. It was a chilly night, the moon full, and sky cloudless and littered with blinking stars. His shoes made clicking noises as he made his way down the street, white mists forming as he breathed out. He did not understand why Watari had asked him to come over to his apartment after work.
'It needs time and a few aiding.' Were his exact words if he could remember clearly.
Tatsumi suddenly frowned. If Watari was planning something utterly stupid, he'd take his very own shoe and pound the blonde's head repeatedly till kingdom come. It was not a funny concept at all - and he did not see the humor in the fact that he was asking for help. Really, it was a mystery. What exactly was so funny?
His frown, if possible deepened. He had been lost in his thoughts that he did not realize he was standing in front of Watari's apartment complex. He took one long look at the red bricked building, and began to start a miniature debate in his head. Should he go in or not? He looked at all his options. If he went in, he'd gain knowledge that he never had or never even thought that he'd have. It might also spare him the headache of Watari's constant babble about the topic, and saves him the embarrassment and inhumanity of it all. However, if he does not go in, that means no knowledge, no headache, no embarrassment. He tapped his foot as he thought.
He took one deep breath and entered the building.
*
"Ah! Tatsumi! Welcome! Welcome!" Watari greeted cheerfully, dressed in black jeans and a white turtleneck. Tatsumi winced a bit at the blonde's cheery greeting; he prepared himself for the worst. "Come in! Come in! Make yourself comfortable!"
Watari literally pulled the secretary in to the apartment, slamming the door shut a bit too quickly and bolting in closed. The apartment, much to Tatsumi's surprise was - neat. The carpets were beige, matching well with the off white walls, and army green curtains and couch set, which had yellow and white patterns on them. There was a 32 inch plasma screen opposite the couch set, accompanied by a fine sound system and a DVD player. There were a few glass displays here and there, and a shelf of Chemistry books written by god-knows-how-many writers and compilers.
"Would you like something hot or cold? I'd suggest something cold." Watari beamed, as Tatsumi pulled his coat off and untied his shoes, setting them aside.
"Whichever one is fine." Tatsumi mumbled, looking around. Watari disappeared in to the kitchen and moments later returned with a container of ice, two glasses and several cans of strawberry fizzy drinks. "Why did you bring so many of those - things?" Tatsumi raised an eyebrow, as Watari set the tray on the coffee table. "I'm not a big fan of such drinks."
"You may not like it, but you'll need it." Watari chuckled. "Knowing you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Tatsumi threatened.
"It's not supposed to mean anything." Watari gestured to the couch. "Sit." Tatsumi sat down as Watari placed a DVD CD in to the player. The semi-lit room was illuminated by a blue glow as the TV turned on. "Now, first I will explain things." Watari plopped himself next to Tatsumi by a couple of feet, and began to talk. "You asked for help, you bear the consequences. From this point on, you will demand nothing. You will listen and absorb, and you may ask questions regarding the topic. Anything else outside the topic will remain unanswered. Oh and refrain from using the shadows? My apartment is nice as it is, thank you very much." Tatsumi blinked. "Oh and you might need these." Watari handed him a box of tissues.
"Why would I need a box of tissues?" Tatsumi asked.
"Trust me, they come in handy." Watari said, and pressed the play button on DVD player and sat back, a bag of chips in his hands.
Tatsumi leaned back, trying to relax, when suddenly, in front of him two men kissing each other ferociously, in the showers, naked and wet flashed before him. His eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. He sat up straight and turned towards Watari, shame, embarrassment, and fear? - in his eyes. He looked scandalized, as if someone had just snapped a picture of his anatomy and made in to a bill board poster.
"P-P-Porn? I am here to w-watch PORN?" Tatsumi demanded voice terribly deep and angry. Watari turned to look at him, looking absolutely ridiculous with his cheeks puffed up from all the potato chips in his mouth. Watari blinked at Tatsumi's direction, as a loud and pleasured moan echoed from the speakers of the sound system. They suddenly looked so big and sounded so loud. Tatsumi blushed scarlet red. "Will you turn off that trash?! It's degrading!"
Watari hid the pause button, and swallowed the chips in his mouth. "It helps you know? It shows you different positions and different parts of the male body that feels more pleasure." Watari shrugged as well. "You forgot the rules, Souchirou dear!" Watari set his bag of chips aside and scooped some ice in to a glass. He opened a can of strawberry sherbet and poured some in to the glass, and handed it to Tatsumi. "Here. Drink." Tatsumi glanced at the TV screen, and quickly turned away, gulping the contents of the glass in one go. "Now, you will watch in silence." Watari said, as he poured more drink in to Tatsumi's glass, then hit play.
Tatsumi had never felt so degraded in his entire life. He could hardly believe that he sat in front of Watari's TV watching two lovers screw their brains out. He also never imagined that he'd loose that much blood. Currently, there was a large pile of stained crumpled tissues by his feet, and he had already emptied more than a dozen cans of strawberry sherbet. His stomach had more acid that it is supposed to have, and he was feeling very dizzy, not to mention he had a growing urge to puke his guts out on a certain 'mad' scientist.
Watari switched the TV off and turned the lights on. The scientist had to suppress his very not-so-quiet urge to laugh his butt off. Tatsumi sat there on the couch, the first few buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned, the silky fabric crumpled, his hair disheveled and his glasses hanging from his ears. His face was flushed and a bit sweaty, and his limbs were shaking a bit. His lips were set in a very tight line, and he was staring in to space.
"Enjoyed it?" Watari asked. His answer was an empty can flying in his direction. "I take that as a yes?"
"No!" Tatsumi screamed. "My god! How can they be that -" He flushed deeper. "Flexible?"
"Oh you should see Hisoka. Feisty boy, ferocious lover, much, much, more flexible than those amateurs you saw." Blood came spurting out of Tatsumi's nose. "Well that's a different story." Watari shrugged.
"Damn you!" Tatsumi glared and threatened.
"Now, now! Time for lecturing!" Watari gestured him to the dining table, where a black briefcase lay on top, untouched and closed. Tatsumi sat down warily and waited for what was coming next. Things couldn't get any worst right? "Okay, now that you've seen how it is to 'take' and 'be taken', it's time you know how you make your moves." Tatsumi raised an eyebrow. "First, you invite him for a snack, or dinner. Knowing Tsuzuki, sweets is the best things to satisfy his hunger. Talk to him, tell him, and explain to him, yada yada! Are you with me so far?"
"Invite him for a snack or dinner, sweets the best thing, talk to him, tell him, and explain to him, yada yada!" Tatsumi answered, amazingly in a straight manner. "And then?"
"Obviously, make things work." Watari held up his index finger. "Rule number one. Be gentle! Be gentle in everything, especially with your mouth." Tatsumi blushed, but nodded. "Rule number two, undress before ravishing your partner's body. It's always much better to ravish your partner when he is completely naked."
"Fine, fine. I get your point." Tatsumi said, blushing again.
"Rule number three, always use lube! It is very painful to enter or thrust in to your partner dry." Watari nodded, rubbing his chin. "Yes very painful indeed. Rule number four-"
Tatsumi rubbed his temples. A headache was coming up and it really was going to be a long night.
*
An hour later, Tatsumi was biting down the urge to just strangle Watari for all he was worth.
"And last, but not least, rule number thirty, never, ever, leave him to wake up in the morning after on his own. Be there, grace him with a smile, sweet talk him, cuddle, and if you want, repeat the whole process last night again. So, once and for all, rule number one-" Tatsumi jumped from his seat and began to cover Watari's mouth with his hands.
"No! No! Keep your mouth shut! I know all thirty rules! Please, can we just move on?" Tatsumi got a nod and a muffled yes. "Thank you." He sighed and sat back in his chair.
"Okay, that's done. Any questions?" Watari asked.
"Can I go home now?" Tatsumi asked.
"Later." Watari waved a hand in his direction. "This part is the best." He took the briefcase and placed the code numbers, opening the buckles with a click. He opened it fully and turned it around, so that the contents were facing Tatsumi. "Bondage."
"Oh my seven heavens!" Tatsumi gaped, pointing at an object in the briefcase. "Is that a whip?"
"Yup!" Watari took it out and snapped it, emphasizing on its texture. "100% leather. Oh and there are a couple of things in here as well, that you should use - I mean, be creative!" Watari began to identify all the objects in the briefcase, and Tatsumi could only mimic a goldfish. "There's the whip, handcuffs, leather straps about six to eight meters long, dildos varying from vibrating ones to fluorescent glow-in-the-dark oh and the cock rings of course." Watari beamed happily at a paling Tatsumi. "Oh and I included a dozen tubes of scented lube and all the different condoms you can get, from super thin ones to spiked ones - for extra pleasure!" He closed the brief case shut and stared seriously in to Tatsumi's eyes from above the rim of his glasses. "Any questions?" Tatsumi shook his head. "Good!"
Few minutes later, Tatsumi was standing by Watari's doorway, briefcase hugged to his chest, as he fought the urge to faint.
"Have a nice night!" Watari wished him and closed the door.
Tatsumi shakily made his way to his apartment, walking in to a few innocent light posts and nearly tripping on his own feet.
This night was the most embarrassing and degrading night in his entire life - both as a shinigami and a human being.
TBC
Ne? What do you think? Weird huh? So be nice and review.