Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Sudden Momento ❯ Sudden Momento ( One-Shot )

Sudden Memento by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: Yami No Matsuei and the characters of Yami No Matsuei do not belong to me. Matsushita Yoko owns all of the rights to Yami No Matsuei.

Warning: This story contains Yaoi and NC. It is not for under age readers.

Author'sNotes: This story was made for my friend Ether. It is an AU also a PWP, so you've been warned. To Ether: Payment in full, Ether. Payment in full!

*****

His mouth was a bit sour. The smell of sake permeated from him.

"No more sake…" he groaned and turned over on to his back. Someone had closed the curtains on the window. He pushed aside the blanket that covered him. He was dressed in a pair of pajamas.

Tatsumi.

How thoughtful Tatsumi was for taking care of him. He groggily made his way to the bathroom. He stripped his clothes and stepped beneath the cold spray of the shower. After a few minutes, he changed the setting to warm water. He leaned his forehead against the cool tiles. There was no question about it; he would be late for work. He would let Tatsumi down. He clenched his fists and tried to keep his tears at bay.

Not now.

He couldn't afford to break down. The others needed him. Hisoka -

He froze as he felt something touch him, something other than the water. He looked down and gasped as he saw his nipples move. It felt as if someone was…

"Ooh…"

Warmth covered his back. His nipples were being pinched and pulled.

What is…was this some kind of demon attack? It had to be! He opened his mouth to mutter a fuda attack, but his lips were covered by the invisible demon's hand.

"Mmfh!"

He was shoved forward. The faucets pressed uncomfortably into his belly.

Was it Muraki who was doing this? Had he sent another creature to drive him mad?

Muraki!

Yes, he could hear the creatures breathing now. He could feel his…

"Mmffh!"

The demon's hand wrapped around his member and gently stroked him. Tsuzuki's eyes widened in shock.

What…is…he…

"Ooohh!"

He could feel the demon's breath on his neck. Tsuzuki widened his legs and thrust his hips forward into the demon's hand. It was an instinctive reaction. The demon's touch was almost familiar to him.

Muraki!

Did Muraki have that much power that he could make himself invisible?

Tsuzuki squeezed his eyes shut. It is Muraki, he told himself. Muraki is doing this.

He parted his lips and licked at the invisible palm that covered his mouth. The hand over his member halted. He could feel Muraki's nose nudging into his wet hair. The doctor's erection throbbed against him.

Tsuzuki gently moved his head until Muraki loosened his hold. Tsuzuki took one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked. He felt the doctor's body tense.

Muraki pulled Tsuzuki away from the faucets. He shoved Tsuzuki against the opposite wall and lifted Tsuzuki's leg high over his hip. The water coursed over Muraki, outlining his form. Tsuzuki placed his hands on Muraki's shoulders to steady himself.

"Muraki…"

"Shhh…"

Muraki entered him. Tsuzuki threw his head back against the tiles. The doctor kissed the soft area just beneath the Shinigami's chin.

The air became thick and hot from their breathing. Their bodies slid against each other from their perspiration and the spray of the water. Tsuzuki's buttocks slammed into the cold tiles as Muraki's hips grinded into him.

Tsuzuki moved his hands along Muraki's broad back.

What they were doing was wrong. He knew that. Muraki was the enemy, a servant of evil. Tsuzuki was a Shinigami. It was his job to put an end to Muraki's madness. He had the perfect opportunity to destroy him, but…

"Muraki…"

The doctor shifted the angle of his hips. Tsuzuki gasped and buried his face in the crook of Muraki's neck. The softness of Muraki's wet hair brushed his cheek.

He couldn't kill him. He wouldn't. Not now. Maybe not ever.

His eyes misted and he began to sob. Why was he so weak when it came to him? The doctor had done unspeakable things and yet, he could not punish him for his crimes. SohRyu and the others were right. He was a terrible Shinigami. He was no better than Muraki. Perhaps the mad doctor had seen that.

"Augh!" The sound of Muraki grunting broke his rambling thoughts. He inhaled sharply as the doctor's hot seed shot inside of him.

It was over much too soon. Muraki pulled free of him and his embrace. He released his leg, and Tsuzuki sank weakly to his knees. The shower curtain opened and closed as Muraki left the stall. Tsuzuki curled up in the shower floor and cried.

Muraki had taken his pleasure and left him. Tsuzuki was still hard. He believed that he deserved the discomfort. He had been a fool to let him leave.

"Never again, Muraki…never again."

He didn't know how long he stayed in the shower. When his legs began to cramp up, he turned off the water and left the stall. He pulled on a thick robe and walked woodenly to his room.

There, in the middle of the rumpled sheets of his bed was a paper. Tsuzuki scanned the room. "Muraki? Are you here?"

The hum of the air conditioning unit answered him. He clenched the front of his robe. He picked up the paper and read the finely scrawled handwriting.

Dear Tsuzuki,

Our time together, although brief, was extraordinary. It was more than I imagined it could be. I waited so long to have you. Please do not hate me for leaving it unfinished, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. Perhaps the next time we make love, we will have all of the time in the world to enjoy each other properly. I shall continue to wait impatiently for that day my love.

Hakushaku

Tsuzuki's entire body began to tremble. "The…Earl?"

The Earl had taken him! His face turned red. Tsuzuki had been such a fool.

"Of course! The Earl is invisible!"

He had merely removed his mask and gloves and -

Tsuzuki sighed and slumped against the bed. He was upset, but not overly annoyed. The Earl had already told him beforehand that he expected Tsuzuki as payment for all of the favors he had granted him. The Earl had taken the opportunity.

Tsuzuki had thought that his attacker had been Muraki. Deep down he had wanted it to be the doctor. That alone explained why he had overlooked the obvious suspect.

He sighed wearily once more. He would just have to Earl proof his home next time. He wondered if there were any fuda spells to prevent molestation by invisible gods.

*****

At the Castle of Candles, the Earl, Hakushaku stared lovingly at the surveillance screen as Tsuzuki turned over and went to sleep.

"He has forgiven me already! How kindhearted he is!" The half mask leaned forward and kissed the screen. Clutched in one of his gloved hands was a memento of the violet-eyed Shinigami -one of his ties. Hakushaku had wanted to take something more intimate, Tsuzuki's underwear perhaps. He vowed that he would have the article of clothing on that day of days when Tsuzuki would come to him and settle his payment in full. Hakushaku laughed giddily. He would make certain that that glorious day would last an eternity, because he had so many things to do to the Shinigami. He had not bought the Kama Sutra and the complete works of the Marquis de Sade for nothing!

*****

Poor, poor Tsuzuki! ~,___,~ blame Ether for this travesty! Okay blame me! It was payment for a pic I wanted, so Tsu had to be pimped off. Sorry Tsu!