Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Precious Illusions ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )
[ 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: 2.3K | Visits: 653 | 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: 2.3K | Visits: 653 | Status: Completed
Someone asked me why Watari knows about Hisoka's activity in bed . well they're lovers. So, that's kinda' obvious ne? By the way Aya (my good reviewer) I apologize for this being late. Well here's the reply! ^^
Anyway, enjoy. ^^
PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS 5
Tatsumi had fallen asleep on the couch. He opened his eyes to be greeted by colored lights peering through his stained window. With a grunt, he sat up and padded to the kitchen. He found the black briefcase from the previous night on the kitchen counter, and immediately, he felt his ears and cheeks go hot from the sheer memory of all that has taken place less than twelve hours ago.
Damn that blonde! Tatsumi concluded that Watari is an idiot; that his brain were made up of compounds that is not even worth chemical analysis, and that he should be classified as a new species in the animal kingdom. The guy was so talkative! It was as if he had a second mouth, and by god, his lungs were specially made so that he could talk fast and breathe as he did so. Is his alveoli normal or what? It was inhuman - well, they were shinigamis, but with the concept of the human body. It wasn't complicated at all. It's just that Watari is a moronic idiot, full stop!
"I'm just fooling myself." Tatsumi mumbled and began to prepare breakfast. He had a feeling that Tsuzuki would wake up, so he wanted him to feel all right. He did not approve of the extremely thin frame. It was unhealthy, therefore, irrelevant.
He began to check what did he have that Tsuzuki might like. He had enough ingredients to prepare some waffles. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his empty stomach. The buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his firm stomach and tanned chest. His pants were below his waist, and he wasn't really bothered to fix himself. He was going to take a shower after making breakfast anyway.
*
Tsuzuki's mind was filled with Tatsumi doing him. He woke up in a foreign surrounding, and in someone else's clothes. He fell back in to the soft pillow, and moaned. His body ached. He felt as if he had been beaten up by a baseball bat over and over again. He felt tears form in his eyes, as he cried at the pain he felt. He never felt this terrible. His silent tears turned in to sobs, as he hugged the pillow close to his chest and muffled his cries.
He remained like that for a good fifteen minutes, before realizing that it was morning again, and that he should get ready for work. That last thing he needed was a group of people back in the agency asking him if he was okay. He did not want a certain pair of blue eyes to eye him, to make him feel excited and lust. He shook his head, as he wiped the tears off his cheeks with the sleeve of robe he was wearing. He got off the bed, and held on to the bedpost to get his legs that were like jelly to steady. He caught his breath before straightening himself and made his way to the door. He peered outside and walked down the corridor. Something delicious filled his nostrils, and immediately his stomach began to grumble with hunger.
"When was the last time I ate?" He asked himself, sheepishly smiling to himself. "Scratch that! Where am I?" He followed the sweet smell and noticed that he was heading for the kitchen. He froze when he saw who was in it. He gulped to himself and took a step back, before loosing his balance and landing flat on his butt, legs apart and hands on his side.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi gasped, dropping the fork he had and rushing immediately towards Tsuzuki's side. He quickly held the thinner man by his back, worry etched in his face. "Are you all right?" Tsuzuki looked upon him with wide eyes, before nodding numbly. "That's good. Come on, I made breakfast." Tatsumi held out his hand and pulled Tsuzuki to his feet.
It was then did Tsuzuki realize what Tatsumi was wearing. He immediately start to feel incredibly hot and excited. He smacked himself in the head, shutting his eyes. Why does Tatsumi's pants have to ride oh-so-low his waist? Why is his shirt open? Why does he bloody well look so handsome? He felt a hand on his chin, tilting his face upwards. He met the startling blue eyes of his latest object of affection, and found himself blushing and hurting.
"Don't be so harsh on yourself, Tsuzuki. It's not your fault." Tatsumi said and sat beside him, lifting up a forkful of waffles. "Do you like waffles? I made them extra sweet for you."
Tsuzuki had surprise in his features. Tatsumi being nice and sentimental? This was a first, but something inside of Tsuzuki was glad that Tatsumi was like this. He stared at the forkful of waffles waiting to be consumed by him and without hesitating; he clamped his mouth over the thing and began to eat it. It was sweet, buttery and better than any waffle he had ever eaten in his life. Maybe because it was made by Tatsumi? Tsuzuki mentally kicked himself. He was being sappy and acting like a lovesick school girl! Sheesh! He sounded pathetic. But it was so sweet, and he felt happy. Tatsumi was beside him, he had a gentle expression and he was feeding him. Has the moon turned pink and did cows finally get wings?
The waffles were over, and Tsuzuki's tummy was still growling for food. He blushed a bit and looked away, Tatsumi chuckling. "Are you hungry Tsuzuki?" He suddenly had a predatorily glint in his eyes. "Or are you hungry for something else?"
"What are you talking about Tatsumi?" Tsuzuki forced a laugh, and backed away from Tatsumi a bit.
Tatsumi smiled. "I'm going to take a shower." He said, and stood to his feet. "Don't go anywhere, okay?" Tsuzuki nodded dumbly.
Tatsumi disappeared from the kitchen and Tsuzuki was left on his own. He was shaking like a virgin - well he is a virgin. He was shaking like a leaf. He trembled at the thought of Tatsumi naked in the showers, and yet he felt so excited. He needed to leave before he lost his mind. Without hesitation, he headed for the door, but shadows prevented him from getting any further and only then did he realize that Tatsumi was behind him, dressed in neatly pressed khaki slacks and a white dress shirt with a blue tie.
"Tsuzuki, we need to talk. Come to the living room." Tatsumi stated firmly.
Tsuzuki nodded and followed the secretary in to the posh living room. He sat across the secretary and waited for the latter to speak. When no words came out of the secretary's mouth, he spoke up. "What is it you wanted to talk about, Tatsumi?"
"You." Tatsumi said, causing Tsuzuki to widen his eyes. He pointed a finger at himself and Tatsumi nodded.
"What about me?" Tsuzuki asked shakily.
"Listen to me carefully and don't interrupt me." Tatsumi said and crossed his fingers in front of him. "Tsuzuki, look at your situation. Muraki has put a curse on you that was supposed to make you desire for him. But now it backfires and you are having wet dreams of me actually - pardon my language - fucking the living daylight out of you." Tatsumi watched with amusement as Tsuzuki blushed to the roots of his hair. "That is the only way to counter the curse. And if it means that I have to actually carry out that act, then I will, if it is to make you better."
"No!" Tsuzuki stood up, rage in his eyes. "I'd rather die than suffer okay? I don't want anything to do with you if all you're going to is fuck me with no feelings! I won't!"
"Will you let me finish?" Tatsumi snapped. Tsuzuki immediately shut his mouth. "That is precisely what I do not wish to do. Tsuzuki, I want to do this with meaning." Tatsumi stopped, standing up.
"What do you mean?" Tsuzuki asked, stepped back a bit.
Tatsumi stepped forward in front of Tsuzuki and placed a gentle kiss on Tsuzuki's already rosy lips. It was only a brief kiss, but when Tatsumi pulled back, he found Tsuzuki staring at him with utter bewilderment. "I want it to work between us. I want us to be together." Tatsumi leaned across towards Tsuzuki's ear and gently nipped at it. "Let me be your one and only."
Tsuzuki felt light and flying. He wrapped his thin arms around Tatsumi's neck and hugged him. He did not know what else he could feel. The one thing that Tsuzuki has been wishing forever since he came across Tatsumi was acceptance and to be in a relationship.
He finally got it.
*
Tsuzuki fidgeted in his office swivel chair. Tatsumi was now sitting across from him as if nothing was happening and that Tsuzuki's need for release was not evident. Tsuzuki could not stop the naughty images of Tatsumi just doing him right from screening in his mind. He was clumsy, yes. He kept tripping, falling, knocking things down, bumping in to people and stuttering. Tatsumi on the other hand would occasionally give him glances, his blue eyes twinkling with lust, want and love. Tsuzuki would just melt at the sight of them and would go off in la-la land and later on sweat so much from all the nasty thoughts his dream lead to.
One time, when teatime came and everyone had exited the office, Tsuzuki raced towards Tatsumi and straddled him in his chair. Tsuzuki threw away al patience and honor that Tatsumi had pointed out that morning to him when he insisted that they start that night, just so that it can heighten their wants and passions. Tsuzuki grabbed his tie and pulled Tatsumi in to a fierce kiss, both running their hands down and up each others body, touching each other's face as their tongues mated and their lips sucked on each other. It was going a bit to far, since Tatsumi and Tsuzuki's polo shirts were halfway undone and both their ties and jackets discarded on the floor. The door had opened and in came Watari and Hisoka. Tsuzuki was shocked senseless when Tatsumi lashed out.
"Do you mind? Can't you see both of us are very pre-occupied?" Tatsumi snapped, eyes glaring, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
"Sorry!" Hisoka yelped and rushed out, his face as red as a tomato.
"Oh yeah! You guys are going at it like experts! Woo hoo!" Watari hooted, laughing and wiggling his eyebrows at a very flushed Tatsumi and Tsuzuki.
"Out!" Tatsumi yelled. "Get out!" Shadows rose from nowhere and shoved Watari out of the room. Tsuzuki was looking at Tatsumi, now mimicking a goldfish. "What?" Tatsumi asked, a rare smile on usually tight lips.
"You were angry because - because - someone stopped us?" Tsuzuki blushed redder when Tatsumi smirked in a positive reply.
"Not my fault. You do things to me that I don't understand." Tatsumi pulled Tsuzuki for a kiss again, trailing his lips up Tsuzuki's ear and licking the outer shell, causing Tsuzuki to throw his head back and moan his name out loud. Tatsumi began to nip at his neck, trailing love bites all the way from his jaw to Tsuzuki's smooth neck and chest. "You're mine." He bit Tsuzuki's nipple, causing Tsuzuki to moan in pain and pleasure, the younger man's thin and delicate hands tightening around Tatsumi's silky brown hair. "Only mine." Tatsumi licked his bite, before planting a kiss and trailing his parted lips up Tsuzuki's chest towards his collarbones. "And I love you."
"Oh Seichiro!" Tsuzuki tilted Tatsumi's face up and placed a full open kiss on the secretary's lips, who kissed back with full fiery passion. "I love you. I always have. I love you so much!" Tatsumi pushed him off his lap. Tsuzuki landed on his rear with a thud, tears beginning to well in his eyes as Tatsumi buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his brown suit jacket, stuffing the tie in to the pocket. He picked up Tsuzuki's black suit jacket and tie and tossed it towards him. "Seichiro?"
"Come on! We're going home!" Tatsumi pulled Tsuzuki to his feet and place a long hard kiss on the shinigami's lips once again. "I want you and I want you bad. Work can wait! This can't!"
Tsuzuki blushed and slipped on his jacket. Tatsumi grabbed his hand and literally flew out of the agency and in to the streets of Meifu. The two rushed towards Tatsumi prestige apartment, in the between turns and pauses they would kiss and pin each other on the wall of buildings, Tatsumi's shadows helping in concealing them from views of others.
When they finally reached the apartment, Tatsumi bolted the doors and turned on the dimmest lights. He wanted everything to be perfect, and he knew exactly what to do.
TBC
Yes! Sorry for the delay guys! So sorry! ><
Anyway, enjoy. ^^
PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS 5
Tatsumi had fallen asleep on the couch. He opened his eyes to be greeted by colored lights peering through his stained window. With a grunt, he sat up and padded to the kitchen. He found the black briefcase from the previous night on the kitchen counter, and immediately, he felt his ears and cheeks go hot from the sheer memory of all that has taken place less than twelve hours ago.
Damn that blonde! Tatsumi concluded that Watari is an idiot; that his brain were made up of compounds that is not even worth chemical analysis, and that he should be classified as a new species in the animal kingdom. The guy was so talkative! It was as if he had a second mouth, and by god, his lungs were specially made so that he could talk fast and breathe as he did so. Is his alveoli normal or what? It was inhuman - well, they were shinigamis, but with the concept of the human body. It wasn't complicated at all. It's just that Watari is a moronic idiot, full stop!
"I'm just fooling myself." Tatsumi mumbled and began to prepare breakfast. He had a feeling that Tsuzuki would wake up, so he wanted him to feel all right. He did not approve of the extremely thin frame. It was unhealthy, therefore, irrelevant.
He began to check what did he have that Tsuzuki might like. He had enough ingredients to prepare some waffles. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his empty stomach. The buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his firm stomach and tanned chest. His pants were below his waist, and he wasn't really bothered to fix himself. He was going to take a shower after making breakfast anyway.
*
Tsuzuki's mind was filled with Tatsumi doing him. He woke up in a foreign surrounding, and in someone else's clothes. He fell back in to the soft pillow, and moaned. His body ached. He felt as if he had been beaten up by a baseball bat over and over again. He felt tears form in his eyes, as he cried at the pain he felt. He never felt this terrible. His silent tears turned in to sobs, as he hugged the pillow close to his chest and muffled his cries.
He remained like that for a good fifteen minutes, before realizing that it was morning again, and that he should get ready for work. That last thing he needed was a group of people back in the agency asking him if he was okay. He did not want a certain pair of blue eyes to eye him, to make him feel excited and lust. He shook his head, as he wiped the tears off his cheeks with the sleeve of robe he was wearing. He got off the bed, and held on to the bedpost to get his legs that were like jelly to steady. He caught his breath before straightening himself and made his way to the door. He peered outside and walked down the corridor. Something delicious filled his nostrils, and immediately his stomach began to grumble with hunger.
"When was the last time I ate?" He asked himself, sheepishly smiling to himself. "Scratch that! Where am I?" He followed the sweet smell and noticed that he was heading for the kitchen. He froze when he saw who was in it. He gulped to himself and took a step back, before loosing his balance and landing flat on his butt, legs apart and hands on his side.
"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi gasped, dropping the fork he had and rushing immediately towards Tsuzuki's side. He quickly held the thinner man by his back, worry etched in his face. "Are you all right?" Tsuzuki looked upon him with wide eyes, before nodding numbly. "That's good. Come on, I made breakfast." Tatsumi held out his hand and pulled Tsuzuki to his feet.
It was then did Tsuzuki realize what Tatsumi was wearing. He immediately start to feel incredibly hot and excited. He smacked himself in the head, shutting his eyes. Why does Tatsumi's pants have to ride oh-so-low his waist? Why is his shirt open? Why does he bloody well look so handsome? He felt a hand on his chin, tilting his face upwards. He met the startling blue eyes of his latest object of affection, and found himself blushing and hurting.
"Don't be so harsh on yourself, Tsuzuki. It's not your fault." Tatsumi said and sat beside him, lifting up a forkful of waffles. "Do you like waffles? I made them extra sweet for you."
Tsuzuki had surprise in his features. Tatsumi being nice and sentimental? This was a first, but something inside of Tsuzuki was glad that Tatsumi was like this. He stared at the forkful of waffles waiting to be consumed by him and without hesitating; he clamped his mouth over the thing and began to eat it. It was sweet, buttery and better than any waffle he had ever eaten in his life. Maybe because it was made by Tatsumi? Tsuzuki mentally kicked himself. He was being sappy and acting like a lovesick school girl! Sheesh! He sounded pathetic. But it was so sweet, and he felt happy. Tatsumi was beside him, he had a gentle expression and he was feeding him. Has the moon turned pink and did cows finally get wings?
The waffles were over, and Tsuzuki's tummy was still growling for food. He blushed a bit and looked away, Tatsumi chuckling. "Are you hungry Tsuzuki?" He suddenly had a predatorily glint in his eyes. "Or are you hungry for something else?"
"What are you talking about Tatsumi?" Tsuzuki forced a laugh, and backed away from Tatsumi a bit.
Tatsumi smiled. "I'm going to take a shower." He said, and stood to his feet. "Don't go anywhere, okay?" Tsuzuki nodded dumbly.
Tatsumi disappeared from the kitchen and Tsuzuki was left on his own. He was shaking like a virgin - well he is a virgin. He was shaking like a leaf. He trembled at the thought of Tatsumi naked in the showers, and yet he felt so excited. He needed to leave before he lost his mind. Without hesitation, he headed for the door, but shadows prevented him from getting any further and only then did he realize that Tatsumi was behind him, dressed in neatly pressed khaki slacks and a white dress shirt with a blue tie.
"Tsuzuki, we need to talk. Come to the living room." Tatsumi stated firmly.
Tsuzuki nodded and followed the secretary in to the posh living room. He sat across the secretary and waited for the latter to speak. When no words came out of the secretary's mouth, he spoke up. "What is it you wanted to talk about, Tatsumi?"
"You." Tatsumi said, causing Tsuzuki to widen his eyes. He pointed a finger at himself and Tatsumi nodded.
"What about me?" Tsuzuki asked shakily.
"Listen to me carefully and don't interrupt me." Tatsumi said and crossed his fingers in front of him. "Tsuzuki, look at your situation. Muraki has put a curse on you that was supposed to make you desire for him. But now it backfires and you are having wet dreams of me actually - pardon my language - fucking the living daylight out of you." Tatsumi watched with amusement as Tsuzuki blushed to the roots of his hair. "That is the only way to counter the curse. And if it means that I have to actually carry out that act, then I will, if it is to make you better."
"No!" Tsuzuki stood up, rage in his eyes. "I'd rather die than suffer okay? I don't want anything to do with you if all you're going to is fuck me with no feelings! I won't!"
"Will you let me finish?" Tatsumi snapped. Tsuzuki immediately shut his mouth. "That is precisely what I do not wish to do. Tsuzuki, I want to do this with meaning." Tatsumi stopped, standing up.
"What do you mean?" Tsuzuki asked, stepped back a bit.
Tatsumi stepped forward in front of Tsuzuki and placed a gentle kiss on Tsuzuki's already rosy lips. It was only a brief kiss, but when Tatsumi pulled back, he found Tsuzuki staring at him with utter bewilderment. "I want it to work between us. I want us to be together." Tatsumi leaned across towards Tsuzuki's ear and gently nipped at it. "Let me be your one and only."
Tsuzuki felt light and flying. He wrapped his thin arms around Tatsumi's neck and hugged him. He did not know what else he could feel. The one thing that Tsuzuki has been wishing forever since he came across Tatsumi was acceptance and to be in a relationship.
He finally got it.
*
Tsuzuki fidgeted in his office swivel chair. Tatsumi was now sitting across from him as if nothing was happening and that Tsuzuki's need for release was not evident. Tsuzuki could not stop the naughty images of Tatsumi just doing him right from screening in his mind. He was clumsy, yes. He kept tripping, falling, knocking things down, bumping in to people and stuttering. Tatsumi on the other hand would occasionally give him glances, his blue eyes twinkling with lust, want and love. Tsuzuki would just melt at the sight of them and would go off in la-la land and later on sweat so much from all the nasty thoughts his dream lead to.
One time, when teatime came and everyone had exited the office, Tsuzuki raced towards Tatsumi and straddled him in his chair. Tsuzuki threw away al patience and honor that Tatsumi had pointed out that morning to him when he insisted that they start that night, just so that it can heighten their wants and passions. Tsuzuki grabbed his tie and pulled Tatsumi in to a fierce kiss, both running their hands down and up each others body, touching each other's face as their tongues mated and their lips sucked on each other. It was going a bit to far, since Tatsumi and Tsuzuki's polo shirts were halfway undone and both their ties and jackets discarded on the floor. The door had opened and in came Watari and Hisoka. Tsuzuki was shocked senseless when Tatsumi lashed out.
"Do you mind? Can't you see both of us are very pre-occupied?" Tatsumi snapped, eyes glaring, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
"Sorry!" Hisoka yelped and rushed out, his face as red as a tomato.
"Oh yeah! You guys are going at it like experts! Woo hoo!" Watari hooted, laughing and wiggling his eyebrows at a very flushed Tatsumi and Tsuzuki.
"Out!" Tatsumi yelled. "Get out!" Shadows rose from nowhere and shoved Watari out of the room. Tsuzuki was looking at Tatsumi, now mimicking a goldfish. "What?" Tatsumi asked, a rare smile on usually tight lips.
"You were angry because - because - someone stopped us?" Tsuzuki blushed redder when Tatsumi smirked in a positive reply.
"Not my fault. You do things to me that I don't understand." Tatsumi pulled Tsuzuki for a kiss again, trailing his lips up Tsuzuki's ear and licking the outer shell, causing Tsuzuki to throw his head back and moan his name out loud. Tatsumi began to nip at his neck, trailing love bites all the way from his jaw to Tsuzuki's smooth neck and chest. "You're mine." He bit Tsuzuki's nipple, causing Tsuzuki to moan in pain and pleasure, the younger man's thin and delicate hands tightening around Tatsumi's silky brown hair. "Only mine." Tatsumi licked his bite, before planting a kiss and trailing his parted lips up Tsuzuki's chest towards his collarbones. "And I love you."
"Oh Seichiro!" Tsuzuki tilted Tatsumi's face up and placed a full open kiss on the secretary's lips, who kissed back with full fiery passion. "I love you. I always have. I love you so much!" Tatsumi pushed him off his lap. Tsuzuki landed on his rear with a thud, tears beginning to well in his eyes as Tatsumi buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his brown suit jacket, stuffing the tie in to the pocket. He picked up Tsuzuki's black suit jacket and tie and tossed it towards him. "Seichiro?"
"Come on! We're going home!" Tatsumi pulled Tsuzuki to his feet and place a long hard kiss on the shinigami's lips once again. "I want you and I want you bad. Work can wait! This can't!"
Tsuzuki blushed and slipped on his jacket. Tatsumi grabbed his hand and literally flew out of the agency and in to the streets of Meifu. The two rushed towards Tatsumi prestige apartment, in the between turns and pauses they would kiss and pin each other on the wall of buildings, Tatsumi's shadows helping in concealing them from views of others.
When they finally reached the apartment, Tatsumi bolted the doors and turned on the dimmest lights. He wanted everything to be perfect, and he knew exactly what to do.
TBC
Yes! Sorry for the delay guys! So sorry! ><