Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ More! ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Tatsumi knew that he had no right to do this. He had forfeited this right when he had given up the other as a partner. Now they were just friends... it was an unspoken agreement, but neither ever spoke of those nights they had spent together in each others arms. Seeking comfort from the pain of living beyond the reach of death.

But it had been years, since those nights... Years since Tatsumi had walked away...

"Tsuzuki, could you step into my office for a moment?"

Everyone else had gone home for the night, Tsuzuki was the only other one left there, finishing up the paper work he had avoided all day.

By the time the purple eyed Shinigami ambled into Tatsumi's office, the secretary was already seated in his chair.

That chair... Tatsumi had spared no expense on his office chair, it was cushy for an office chair and smelt strongly of leather. As an added bonus the seat could rotate and bounce about on a single shock.

"What's up Tatsumi?"

"Come here Tsu-chan."

The amethyst eyed shinigami started at the pet name that he hadn't heard in years. "Tat-sumi?"

"You heard me, come here."

Tsuzuki obeyed and went around the other side of the desk, by then Tatsumi had turned in his chair so it was facing out. With that the secretary yanked hard on the other Shinigami's belt loop, pulling him off balance and into his lap.

"T-Tatsumi?"

"Yes Tsu-chan?" Tatsumi asked, fingering the dark chocolate locks that hung down on Tsuzuki's forehead.

"What's wrong?"

Tatsumi paused and looked Tsuzuki in the eye, "... I don't know... It's just... It's been too long." With that half explanation Tatsumi leaned up and captured the other's lips with his own, so they could no longer ask questions he didn't know the answers to.

When they broke apart Tatsumi did the most to focus on anything but how soft and yielding those lips had been, and how much he wanted to take them again. So he fixed Tsuzuki's tie as he spoke, "Please, Tsu-chan... Tell me that you miss that as much as I do..."

"How 'bout I show you instead?"

Before Tatsumi could respond Tsuzuki had brushed away his hand and then fisted his own for in the secretary's brown jacket for a moment, before removing it entirely and dropping it in a careless pile on the floor. It was soon joined by the tie to match. When he went to unbutton the starched white shirt, Tatsumi slapped his hand away gently.

"Undress." Tatsumi ordered, running one hand down the smooth cheek and cupping Tsuzuki's crotch with the other.

And of course Tsuzuki gladly obeyed. He backed away, off the chair and went to stand on the side of the desk. Slowly, without breaking eye contact he loosened his tie and let it drop, starting his own pile of clothes. It was soon joined by shoes, socks and shirt. Last of all the business pant slid down his slender hips and pooled on the ground along with his boxers. Leaving him completely under the shadow master's scrutiny. And from the glazed look and unobtrusive panting he could tell Tatsumi liked what he saw.

"Come back over here."

"Now, unzip me." Tatsumi when his former partner stood in front of him.

Unable to refuse, Tsuzuki did what he was told. At the rate things were going Tsuzuki had almost expected Tatsumi to take him dry, but no. Tatsumi place two fingers to his lips, "Suck." And he did. Without breaking eye contact with the other he suckled the two fingers, he swirled his tongue around them and took them deeper, he even bobbed around them, making the secretary pant all the harder and wish that he wasn't already so close to the edge.

When the fingers were practically soaked Tatsumi removed them from his mouth and with one hand he cupped Tsuzuki's ass as the damp fingers on the other hand searched for their prize, the puckered ring of muscle. Tatsumi pressed at it, gently, slowly forcing his fingers past the protective barrier and into the tight warm heat.

Tsuzuki buried his face in the sweat sticky shirt of his former partner and set himself to the task of unbuttoning it. He knew he should relax the muscles, but Gods; it felt so good.

Tatsumi kissed the shell of his ear and began to lick the outline as he began to move his fingers; in, and out. in and out. in a maddening pace. He almost entirely removed the fingers, now slick with more than just salvia and jammed them back in, hitting that one precious bundle of nerves. Tsuzuki bucked up and rocked into Tatsumi's chest, making the chair bounce on it's shock.

"More!"

A strangled chuckle escaped the secretary's lips. "Go sit on the edge of my desk."

Tsuzuki smiled, even though Tatsumi could see that the only thing he really wanted was release. He spread his feet wide and it was evident that he was trying so hard not to touch the impressive erection standing at attention between his legs.

"I'm sorry I can't wait longer." Tatsumi apologized, coming up to stand in front of the other shinigami. He shrugged of his shirt and finally removed all other vestments.

Tsuzuki just smiled again, "Finally." he said, before squeezing Tatsumi once and place the erect cock at his opening.

With that invitation Tatsumi thrust into the inviting heat. As the rhythm of his thrusts picked up speed Tsuzuki teetered on the edge of his desk. And when Tatsumi his just the right spot he fell back into the piles of paper and unconsciously lifted his legs to the secretary's shoulders, giving him better axcess.

"More." he cried desperately, knowing that Tatsumi would hear him and understand. Once again his former partner withdrew until he was almost removed and then slammed back in into Tsuzuki's heat with so much force the amethyst eyed shinigami saw stars. Making the muscles of his passage tighten around the cock practically embeded in him. "Tatsumi!!!!"

Warmth spread throughout Tatsumi's entire body as he heard Tsuzuki call out his name and he saw his former partner tighten around him in climax. "TSUZUKI!" he called, diving in as hard as he could once more before finding his own release.

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"GOOD MORNING!" he the small 'man' now sitting on Tatsumi's night stand, waking the secretary from what may very well have been the best dream of his exsistence.

"WATSON!" Tatsumi bellowed, coming to.

"Your invited to the Count's -" ...Right then Watson realized he should probably get moving because the room was suddenly filled with ominous shadows and the master of said shadows didn't look to be in the best of moods.

tbc --- why? ... because i have a really hot picture of Tsuzuki in a a french maid costume stuck in my head.

A/N: ... This is not my best for two reasons; (1)I'm not the least bit horny at the moment (which only happens once in a blue-fucking-moon) and (2) because it's 4:41 in the morning. And yea, it was a dream... -ducks random flying objects-... Please review anyways, though.