Eden

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Strawberries


Summary: Take a little insanity, throw in a bit of love, blend together for one crazy tryst. Serve hot.


Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei, blah blah blah... You all get it!


A note: Gomen, gomen, gomen nasai!!! *bow* I've taken WAY too long between the third chapter and this one. I hit one Hell of a roadblock. First, I got writer's block. Then, personal problems got in the way me actually having time to write. Oh, gosh, I've just been so busy. Gomen! *bow*

I do hope I've redeemed myself with this chapter... To all you loyal people who've waited for this, please review!


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Tsuzuki took in a breath, and let it out just as quickly.

He had absolutely no idea how or why his sane mind had given in and let him agree to Muraki's dinner proposition. As he straightened out his black tie in the rectangular sheet of glass sitting upon the wall in the midst of the brightly lit corridor, he pondered on this. Though, as he took a glance down said hallway to the casino into which it led, he knew there was no turning back.

"Where are you going?"

"Just gonna do a little asking around, see if anyone knows anything about this 'ghost woman.'"

"Right now? Seems a little late for investigating."

"Everyone's gonna be out in the casinos at this hour. Who knows, I might get a lead."

"... Alright... And you're sure you don't want me to go with you?"

"You were up all last night doing your own investigating; you deserve some rest. I'll take care of it, and if I hear anything, I'll come right back here and wake your ass up. Deal?"

"... Deal."

Hisoka hadn't sounded too convinced, but he couldn't worry about that now. Sighing, he put away his vanity, walked away from the mirror, hands in his pockets, and proceeded into the casino. From here, he could see the staircase that would lead him to the doctor. It was also clear that every window which surrounded the private lounge/restaurant was concealed by a thick sheet of scarlet. Muraki had apparently gone to great lengths to make sure they weren't going to be disturbed.

The brunette found the heat of a faint blush spreading across his face. It was rather flattering. He'd been on the occasional date before his death, but nothing too serious. He wasn't used to the idea just yet. Nonetheless, he didn't let it slow him down as he crossed the casino, albiet, he did pause once he reached the bottom of the staircase.

I can do it.

...

I can't do it.

Now was when the doubt was rushing in like there was no tomorrow. Of course, he saw no real reason why he should be hesitating then, after everything that had already happened between he and the doctor. It might have been just one night, but that one night was a Hell of a lot in comparison to his previous experiences. Looking up towards the drawn windows, he gulped, fidgeting with the inside patch of his pocket.

There was a little more than fear running through his veins.

It was probably more because of the fact that he was afraid of Muraki using a few well-chosen words to seep into his heart, and when he least expected it, he'd have the rug pulled out from under him. He never really underestimated the killer.

Killer.

That was what he couldn't overlook.

Muraki had murdered so many. His hands were practically painted in sanguine fluid.

Hisoka's blood was on those hands. His partner, Hisoka. The same Hisoka that was sitting up in their shared cabin, doing Kami-knew-what with his time, on the grounds that he believed Tsuzuki was doing "investigating."

He'd lied to his partner to have dinner with his murderer.

He couldn't get that out of his head.

His amethyst eyes looked away, and he watched the nearest roulette table for a distraction. The stark-white marble was twirling round and round, contrasting the direction of which the golden stake was spinning. The numbers were black and red, save for the two double-zeros which were bright green, on opposite ends of the wheel. Strange how that worked, he couldn't help but think. Judging by the lightning-quick pace at which the reds and blacks were flying by, you never noticed the green.

And it was the green that would deal you your prize.

A chord struck in the shinigami's mind, but it was so foreign that he couldn't place it. He could only hope that it would fall into place.

He had told himself before, and he was telling himself again, "No turning back now."

Inhaling a breath, and letting it loose, he composed himself as best he could in the time alotted and made his way up the crimson carpet that would lead him to the lounge.

The door was getting closer and closer, and Tsuzuki's fear was melting away. It was becoming easier with every step he took, and his confidence was building. The casino's bustle seemed to be getting softer now, slowly lowering to something of a near mute as if the brunette had been holding the remote and with each step, he commanded a notch of lower volume.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. He was starving, number one. Number two, he was just dying to see if Muraki could let his softer side surface once again. Experimental, Tsuzuki considered his intentions.

Finally, he made it up to the door. Confidence had risen and he was ready at last. Clearing his throat, he ensured himself of his being fully prepared, and only then did he knock on the door.

Once, twice, three times was enough.

Now it was a waiting game.

It sounded quiet enough behind the door, but then again, Tsuzuki had found out once before that it was sound proof, and the scarlet drapes allowed for no view, albiet the shinigami did steal a glance once every other second or so. Humming, he found himself humming a soft tune beneath his breath as he waited for the door to be opened.

Guess I overreacted...

The creak of the door was almost silent, but purple eyes saw the soft glow of the room beyond peeking through as the doorway was parted.

"Ah, Mister Tsuzuki."

Damn it. All confidence had gone down the drain at the soothing purr of Muraki's icy voice.

Beautiful, the word was on repeat inside Muraki's mind, and he grinned. The two seemed to be in a delicious contrast to one another; Tsuzuki had opted for a black suit, accompanied by a bold, white dress shirt and a tie, pitch black at the base, though it ascertained a swirl of red from its elegant knot and spiralled gracefully downward until it disappeared behind the jacket.

Muraki's was quite the opposite; drenched from head to toe in white from his jacket, slacks and tie, whereas the black shirt beneath which stood out so boldly that it almost had a voice.

What a wonderful contradiction. "I suggest you come in," Muraki chuckled as he placed his hand to Tsuzuki's shoulder and nudged him into the room, "Before the boy gets too close and sees you here."

Tsuzuki raised his eyebrow, glancing back behind him to see his blonde partner, halfway across the casino, his head turning this way and that. The shinigami yelped, practically diving into the room, behind the door where he was safe. Seeing his minor episode, Muraki couldn't help but to laugh at his expense.

"Thought I told him to stay put," Tsuzuki grumbled as the door was shut and his body was engulfed in the glow of candlelight.

Chuckling, Muraki brought slender fingers up to tame his wild, silver bangs. "Children never do as they're told, I find. Especially when they're as attached as he seems to be."

Tsuzuki opened his mouth to ask a question, when Muraki cut him off at the pass, "I have dinner waiting for us. Shall we?"

Muraki had indeed pulled out all the stops for his shinigami that evening, for he suddenly gained an air of elegant charm as Tsuzuki had never seen before. The doctor extended his arm only a little, where it was bent at the elbow for Tsuzuki to take. A little taken aback, Tsuzuki nodded, and tentatively slipped his arm over, inside the crook of the blonde's. He could only look about the room as Muraki escorted him to the table awaiting them.

The covers of the silver platters mockingly concealed their contents from the shinigami, and he could only venture a guess as to what was inside. Then again, if the lovely aroma surrounding them was anything to go by, it was delicious. The elegant room had a chandelier draped in the center, just off to the side of the waiting table, but Muraki had apparently switched it off, and instead left the room to be illuminated by the wicks of the candles placed here and there, as well as just in the middle of their dinner. The faintest sound of a soft piano was echoing in the background.

Looking over towards the doctor, Tsuzuki couldn't resist the small smile that began to twist. "I've never seen you act like this before."

Muraki chuckled, coming to a stop once they had reached their table. "I've also never been able to wine and dine you. Have a seat." Like the gentleman he was, the doctor pulled a chair out from the adjascent piece of furniture, and motioned a small nod into it. Tsuzuki needed no further instruction, and sat himself down in the comfortable cushion.

"I don't blame you for having your doubts about my mannerisms, Tsuzuki," Muraki almost sighed as he spoke, and sat himself on the opposing end of the table, reaching up to where the cloth napkin was awaiting him, folded in such a unique little pattern that one would think the person who had set the table dabbled in origami. It was almost too beautiful to unfold, Tsuzuki marvelled, though Muraki had no trouble, and he placed it in his lap.

"I don't exactly have the cleanest record."

Tsuzuki felt a little twinge of pity, or something of the like. He couldn't quite place the emotion. The rose had its thorns, but the thorn had its own beauty, he supposed. He'd figured this out belatedly, but, as they say, better late than never. True, a part of him, Hell, a lot of him, still held a lot of distrust for Kazutaka Muraki, and why shouldn't it be so? Muraki didn't have the cleanest record. But, the fact remained that Tsuzuki didn't, either. He'd accepted that, so maybe... maybe, just maybe, he could accept Muraki.

"I know you don't," Tsuzuki began as he followed suit, playing out his manners and unfurling the folded cloth into his lap. "But, I..." he sighed, pausing as he looked for the words. The doctor could only raise his eyebrow at his hesitation.

"... There's just this side of you that I saw last night, and... I like that side."

A sudden glimmer of warmth ran through Muraki's cold, silver eyes.

"I like that side a lot."

Muraki's neutral smile shifted into one of sincerity. Still, he didn't feel like pushing the envelope. "I'm glad you see it that way. Now... Shall we eat?"

"Mm-hmm," Tsuzuki piped up rather happily, suddenly reverting to his good ol' self.

Muraki chuckled, reaching over and taking the task of removing the lid of Tsuzuki's dinner platter into his own hands. He plucked it away with little difficulty, and sat it down on the waiting cart nearby, which contained yet more surprises yet to come.

The delicious aroma of charbroiled steak quickly rose from the plates with the pressurized steam. Tsuzuki almost purred from the scent. Once again, he had neglected to eat in his haste to take care of numerous little duties throughout the day; reporting to the ever-demanding Tatsumi, cleaning up his paperwork, getting dressed, etcetera, etcetera... Mashed potatoes, with gravy, of course, and a dinner roll that looked too well-constructed to eat accompanied his feast, and in glancing over the table, Tsuzuki saw the same meal awaiting his doctor-turned-escort for the evening. Muraki, however, seemed more contained. He seemed more intent on making sure Tsuzuki was enjoying himself.

Moving his arm over, Muraki retrieved the waiting bottle from the wine bucket sitting just off to their side. "The food here is quite satisfactory. It takes a lot to impress me."

"No doubt," Tsuzuki chuckled.

Muraki grinned, a little bit too warmly to be considered one of his usual little smiles. Using an expert hand, he managed to uncork the bottle with little to no difficulty. "Would you like some with your meal?"

In looking the bottle over, Tsuzuki could see that the label sitting upon the darkly shaded glass was the same one that he had "politely" sipped with the doctor his first night on board, not a half-hour after it had hit him on the head. It took a lot of willpower not to laugh at that thought now, because those few days ago, he detested Muraki with a passion. Oh, there were the little fleeting moments of "what the Hell are you doing?" and "get away from him while you have the chance," but those were all quick to fade, and a "Yes, please" won the battle.

Muraki tipped the bottle in such a manner as to allow the fermented fruit juice to slip through the rim, without that obnoxious sloshing. With that, he filled his own, buried the bottle to its neck within the lonely ice cubes, and lightly raised his waiting wine glass from the table.

"I drink to you, Tsuzuki," the doctor stated in as serious of a tone as he'd ever used, as his glistening silver eyes shifted across the table to capture a pair of deep, violet ones. Tsuzuki found something deep within his ribcage softening up with the simple words, as well as the small heat of a blush on his cheeks, and he, too, raised his glass.

"And I, you, Muraki..."

A small clink resonated from the brief contact made from each elegantly-constructed sheet of glass, and the men began to eat.

To the shinigami's surprise, the meal went without a hitch. Muraki made no unwanted advances, albiet Tsuzuki now pondered on whether or not they were so unwanted anymore, they were conversing like old friends, laughing along with wherever their conversation brought them. It was to the point of simple bliss where the brunette disregarded whatever he held against the doctor before, and let himself have fun without the thought of cruel consequence.

Hisoka was the farthest thing from his mind; all those purple eyes were seeing, even through the near-orgasmic taste of his food, was Kazutaka Muraki, in a light he'd never seen him in before. It was so euphoric that it was almost impossible to fathom, but there he was. The term "double-life" had new meaning. He may have been a killer, but in that span of time where they sat like civilized human beings, instead of animals fighting to the death, it was almost as if Muraki's angelic appearance had finally come to life.

If that wasn't enough, the shinigami was finding himself quickly captivated by that silver stare. In between sentences, Muraki's eyes would stray for the briefest moment, and return right as Tsuzuki's own were looking on. It was then that Muraki would simply hold himself there, just like that, silent for those few moments in which he examined the wide, purple orbs, and Tsuzuki was almost forbidden to look away. It was like some unwritten law that he dare not disobey. The odd thing was, he found himself not caring. He didn't want to look away, even if he could.

It was only then that Tsuzuki finally understood.

I'm falling for him.

"That was delicious," Tsuzuki announced, keeping his manners awake by cleaning the corners of his mouth with his napkin.

Nodding, Muraki mimicked this action and suddenly chuckled as he glanced over to the bottle of wine, now down below the half-way marker. "Indeed... Which did we pay more attention to; the food or the wine?"

The brunette blinked first, as if he didn't quite grasp the concept, before he tapped at the side of the bottle inquisitively, eliciting a few hollow clinks. He snickered as he shrugged. "Both. But now I feel a little tipsy."

"Likewise," Muraki shook his head rather solemnly as he plucked a silver strand away from his eyes. "If I know you at all, I'll know that you still have room for dessert."

Read me like a book.

"Definitely." Chuckling, Tsuzuki shrugged. It didn't sound like an "invitation" in disguise, so he saw no need for precaution. Then again, would he have minded all that much if it was? No.

Muraki pushed himself up just a little and removed two of the silver lids from their beds. He watched Tsuzuki warily, and smirked at the sight. The shinigami's beautifully shaded eyes looked as if they were about ready to completely bug out of his head.

"You and your sweet tooth," the doctor mused.

Lying before the shinigami was the most delectable looking dessert platter he'd seen in a long, long while, and he could only nod in response. Tsuzuki's eyes were greeted with bright red strawberries beneath the one lid, and numerous little glass bowls sat close by beneath the other, each containing a different colored substance. One deeply colored; presumably chocolate, another light in color, more glazed in comparison, and Tsuzuki assumed it was a rich sort of caramel, both bowls set over a tea candle to keep them smooth. The last was obviously whipped cream, and each one of the three bowls had a dainty-looking utensil sitting just within the corner, marinating within the toppings.

It was then that he got an ingenius little idea.

"Muraki."

"Hm?"

A small smirk crossed the brunette's mouth, and he rose from his seat, making his way over to the opposing side of the table where he could stand beside the man, who, at that moment, seemed deliciously beguiled. Smiling still, Tsuzuki plucked a tempting fruit away from the platter. As his hand dipped down, he rolled the berry into the thick, white whipped cream, sitting almost mockingly in front of the two of them. He rested his head just beside Muraki's as he continued. From this position, he could hear the soft breathing of the blonde's.

And from his position, Muraki could only watch as a talented set of fingers guided the fruit through the cream. It was so incredibly sensual in its own way that he found his mouth beginning to water. At this point, he wasn't sure whether it was the fruit he wanted, or the owner of those beautiful fingers.

"Don't tease," Muraki muttered as he leaned his head back enough to look to the mischevious Guardian.

A few small chuckles left Tsuzuki as he pulled the fruit from its makeshift bed, softly pecking his lips against the side column of the doctor's throat. Slowly, he brought the strawberry nearer his mouth. "I don't usually."

"Mm, do you make many exceptions, or am I just lucky?" Soft, pale lips twisted up in a small smirk before they parted, accepting the berry's invitation. A low rumble of a purr sifted through his jaws from the taste.

"You're just lucky..." There was a small hint of a lilt in Tsuzuki's tone that just beckoned for Muraki to throw him onto his back. With all his willpower, he held back, sinking his teeth cautiously into the succulent, red skin of the strawberry, biting off only a fraction of it. The whipped cream topping brushed his lips as he withdrew, remaining there in some sort of tempting invitation for he adjascent shinigami.

Tsuzuki's arms rested on either side of the chair, almost as if to hold the doctor in its confines and rest himself all at once. He could only marvel in the sight of Muraki devouring the small bit of strawberry. Was he always this seductive? And if so, was he this seductive when he truly put no effort into it? He could only guess at that point in time. Sighing in content, he continued his sensual quest, feeding the juicy fruit to the doctor until he was left with only the stem.

Eyelids slowly began to fall in front of the neighboring silver orbs as the blonde swallowed down the fruit in such a fashion that the small lump in his throat rolled beneath the skin. It was calling to Tsuzuki. He wanted to taste that soft, almost transparent skin; the urge was almost animalistic. Muraki needed no further incentive.

"Now," he said as his eyes reopened, and he reached to the tray to retrieve another of the delicious little temptations. Quite obviously teasing, Muraki ran the tip of the sensuous fruit over his beloved shinigami's soft mouth, before he dragged it right back to his own. "It's my turn to feed you."

The doctor bit off a good portion of the berry, allowing no time for the juice to dribble down his chin before he shoved himself to his feet to face the brunette. Wordlessly, he took him into his arms and crushed his lips to those of his obsession-turned-lover's, gripping tightly at the backs of his shoulders. Tsuzuki could only embrace him tightly in approval as a curious tongue began to tap against his mouth.

Once the warm cavern had parted even just a little, Muraki's talented tongue dove right in, indulging fully in his prize. It only took a moment for his tongue to lightly roll, and it was then Tsuzuki found that Muraki was transferring a bite of the seductive little fruit into his mouth. He readily accepted, almost greedily, groaning so softly through the strawberry-flavored kiss.

Pulling back, Muraki tenderly nipped the shinigami's lower lip in some sort of lingering affection, as he combed through the silky, chocolate strands of Tsuzuki's hair. He was such a sight for sore eyes, and Muraki's eyes had been aching for years behind the thin glass sheets. He looked so deliciously glazed, and it seemed he'd reneged on his "no payment" plan. Then again... Tsuzuki had initiated it. So he supposed he was still keeping to his word.

"Still hungry?" the doctor asked, provocatively.

His words elicited a small chuckle from the brunette, as said shinigami's tongue briefly flickered out from behind closed jaws, licking hungrily at the glaze of the fruit lying atop his lips. It took all of Muraki's willpower not to ravish him right then and there from that one, simple movement.

"A little," came his reply as Tsuzuki experimentally ran his fingers tenderly within the sensuous silver strands.

A smirk quickly snuck upon the doctor's face, and he quickly took matters into his own hands. The doctor dismissed any and all thought of what he'd told himself before; no hitting on the shinigami. He was past that. Quite literally, he swept the Guardian off his feet, leaving no room for complaint or protest. He could only watch with a grin at Tsuzuki's slight befuddlement, before he carefully laid him out upon the soft, plush carpet.

Muraki purred softly in compliment from the sight of the lean body lying out beneath himself, his own knees locking into the floor on either side of the shinigami. "I'm famished." No more really needed to be said. Without further delay, Muraki framed Tsuzuki's sculpted face within his hands, dipping down to take his soft pair of lips with his own. It only took a moment for Tsuzuki to close his eyes in compliance, and the narrow gap between their lithe bodies closed while the brunette clutched the doctor's back.

The Guardian made the first move toward something more intimate; his tongue crossing the plain between their mouths and slipping through. It was soon met with an opposing sinewy muscle, and he circled it hungrily.

Going a step further, Muraki slipped and slid his tongue over the delicious appendage, which still tasted of strawberry, expertly maneuvering his tongue as to entice the other and guide it into his own mouth. Only then did he take the opportunity to lightly clamp his front teeth against the soft muscle, eliciting a small gasp from the creature beneath him. Smirking only lightly, Muraki playfully tugged against the slick appendage, before he released it and pecked softly against his mouth in some sort of apology.

"I couldn't resist," Muraki purred, his provocatively slipping hands working at unfastening the buttons of his lover's outer jacket.

Chuckling, Tsuzuki slid his one hand beneath the doctor's white coat, feeling his muscled chest through the thin shirt that blocked him from seeing too much. "I knew you were hungry for something, I just didn't know you were that hungry."

Muraki smirked, slipping the material from his shoulders and making quick work of removing his shirt. "I'm always starving for you, my love." Slowly, he parted the now-bothersome material, freeing the shinigami's skin for his viewing pleasure. He didn't need to be told twice to admire every rock-hard surface he had to offer.

"In fact, you have my appetite so worked up," he started as he rolled his hips forward in such a manner that his half-there erection was pressing against Tsuzuki's thigh. He had built up quite an appetite. "That I'm starting to think you'd taste absolutely divine topped with chocolate."

There was a mischevious little gleam in his eye that had Tsuzuki craving more. It could be chocolate, caramel or dirt for all he cared; Muraki had him lusting like a dog in heat and he wasn't about to try and cover it up. With a small smirk, Muraki nodded up to the little cart standing not a few feet away. "And I do believe I have some on hand..."

He gave no other explanation, and elegantly swerved aside in order to pull the tray from its resting place. Tsuzuki watched, eyes hazy with wanton lust and another emotion he couldn't place, as Muraki laid the silver platter down beside them both.

"You realize if you get that stuff on me, you'll have to clean up after yourself," Tsuzuki muttered, an eyebrow gesturingly cocked up. "And I don't mean with a washcloth."

Muraki looked down to him with a devilish grin, as his slender fingers swirled the spoon about in the thick chocolate, thankfully still melted thanks to the candle beneath it. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

A small chuckle left the shinigami whilst he ripped away the white jacket separating him from his lover's pale skin. It seemed so far away, even when it was within touching distance, thanks to the bloody shirt the doctor still wore. However, Muraki seemed the dominative role, for now, so who was he to argue?

Leaning down, the doctor took an inquisitive lick of the brunette's faintly tanned skin, running the slick muscle over his chiseled torso on his traverse to a soft nipple. "You taste delicious already..." He briefly abandoned the utensil lingering within the chocolate substance, as he shedded his shirt and tossed it elsewhere. Then, he quickly returned to it, giving it a brief swirl through the sweet-tasting mixture. His eyes never left his love, even whilst he lifted the silverware carefully and slowly drizzled the warm, melted confection over Tsuzuki's rock-hard chest.

Tsuzuki gasped. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but it had come rather suddenly. He could feel the hot trail of the chocolate running ever so slowly down his abdomen, and it left behind a lingering warmth, which quickly began to cause a whole other kind of heat, just below the point where the melted candy had stopped.

"Now, let's see how much this enhances your flavor." There was a certain manner to which Muraki spoke that made a shiver run up Tsuzuki's spine, and yet another as a warm tongue began to lick up the messy trail.

The shinigami lightly shuddered beneath him, as his hands quickly lathered into the back of silky, silver hair, as if to ensure himself of his presence. His back arched, unwittingly, leaning into the delightful little sensations Muraki was leaving behind with the smooth laps of his tongue and faint grazes of his teeth.

"Kami... Muraki," he moaned his name softly as his hips rose to brush against him; really, just anything to alleviate the sudden strain in his trousers.

Muraki purred, licking up the chocolate mess like a starving dog, before his skull rose once more and he caught Tsuzuki's eyes with his. It was the sort of come-hither stare that one couldn't escape from, and Tsuzuki was further enticed from the sight of the doctor licking his lips in such a way that made him jealous; Muraki's tongue should've been doting attention on him. As far as he was concerned, that talented muscle could only do so much behind a closed mouth, and it was far better when it was working his skin, as it had not a moment ago, lapping his skin to the point where that alone could bring him pleasure.

"Twice as delectable, I must say," the doctor mused as he ran his fingertip over the tiny dribble of chocolate that lingered amongst his saliva trail. "Care for a taste, my love?" He watched in sheer delight as the flushed brunette beneath him nodded, wordlessly, and with that, he bent over him once more, his slender digit used to momentarily trace the shinigami's soft lips. It only took a moment for the substance to spread, and Tsuzuki's mouth opened to welcome the sugar-coated appendage.

With a soft moan of satisfaction, the Guardian wrapped his lips around Muraki's finger, sucking on it lightly while his tongue went to work, lapping greedily. His violet eyes had never left the enticing pair of silver ones, and he smirked as best he could in his situation once he felt Muraki stir over him. It was rather amusing, actually. The platinum blonde seemed to be fidgeting.

Must be doing something right.

Tsuzuki took his chances and proceeded, nibbling just gently upon the doting finger before he slid his lips further down to the knuckle. He'd already sucked away all of the chocolate which had lingered there; now it was just to see Muraki squirm.

Squirm, he did.

A low rumble of a groan left Muraki's throat, and he soon found a pleasant tingling sensation travelling up his spine and into his neck, where it dissolved into a shiver that coursed throughout his veins. The simple action was intoxicating, driving him so far out of his mind that he felt the familiar pang of unbridled lust course through him. It was a rather odd little pleasure, but he'd always found his fingers over-sensitive.

"You're rather... good with your tongue..." he commented, almost breathless.

Tsuzuki chuckled in response, and pulled away with a soft spiral of his now-dubbed talented appendage. "Really, now? It might be of better use elsewhere..." There was a hint of nervousness in that one sentence, but it was indeed something he had wanted to try his hand at, or in this case, try his mouth at, since the night he found himself longing to be with the doctor again. Odd as it was, it didn't seem like such a foreign idea anymore. It was more relative now. It seemed more natural now.

Briefly outlining Tsuzuki's sculpted jaw with his slicked fingertips, Muraki's breath momentarily hitched. The shinigami was offering him one of his fantasies on a plate, and, being such a gentleman, he was not about to refuse. "Perhaps... Let's see what that sweet mouth of yours can accomplish."

The last portion of his sentence was murmured as he inched back, in order to back off of Tsuzuki's hips and allow him movement. The brunette needed no further invitation, and he readily crawled up and over the doctor, until Muraki found himself on his back, completely vulnerable to his beloved. It was a first, for both involved. Muraki had never left himself so open to something such as rejection or something other, and Tsuzuki was simply going with the flow.

Neither were about to complain, however.

Muraki reminded himself of this as his lover's warm mouth began to descend. He tenderly stroked through the chocolate strands, knowing all too well from the curious little places of Tsuzuki's lips and flicks of his tongue that it was unchartered territory. He had no intention of rushing the man, he was actually rather enjoying his patient moment. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes, moaning softly into the sensations that began to flutter over and under his skin.

Tsuzuki was tentative, though not all that timid, in unfastening the platinum blonde's fly. Things were getting simpler by the second, and all fear had faded into the background. He licked gently just beneath the doctor's navel as some sort of distraction while he tugged down the material keeping him from his delicious sin. Muraki, already aroused, was lightly shifting beneath him to get accustomed to the cool breeze, and Tsuzuki's curious fingers.

A light shudder rolled down his back as his tender anatomy was fondled, and it only took another moment for him to become fully erect beneath the simple touch.

Another moment and a warmth unlike anything of this world began to engulf the doctor's anatomy.

Another passed, and another; all the while, Muraki was being pleasured slowly to the point of fidgeting. Flicks of a soft, pink tongue and the slide of slender fingers went along with the insane heat of Tsuzuki's mouth, which descended lower and lower, taking its time in wandering the unknown frontier. Muraki wouldn't have it any other way. He hadn't forced, nor tricked Tsuzuki into his company this particular evening, and he was sated in the knowledge his invitation could've been declined. But, no. The shinigami was there of his own free will, making love to him with his mouth.

"Tsuzuki," Muraki softly breathed his name while the aforementioned slowly brought his fingers to grope what his mouth couldn't occupy. He stroked gently, while he accustomed his mouth to the foreign object. His head moved up and down, back and forth, successful in proper stimulation, given the doctor's steady moans and purrs. With his tongue to work as well, Tsuzuki fully shed the material which had since been bunched at Muraki's knees. His hands crawled up and down his thighs, stroking and worshipping the soft, creamy ivory skin.

Maybe it was because he hadn't fully appreciated the feel of Muraki beneath him the last time. It was somewhat last minute; he hadn't been prepared. Though now, as his curious hands wandered into the inward curl of his thigh where they connected to his phallus, and felt Muraki shudder beneath him, he came to learn of the full pleasure that could come from it all.

Another minute, rather than a moment, and Tsuzuki's lips were gone. Though, Muraki could still feel the soft panting and gasping for air that could only have been an inch from his length, considering the chill it send to the tender, now fully aroused section of his body.

"My love," he murmured in a clarion call that beckoned Tsuzuki to look. Chocolate strands were smoothly caressed, as a silky, seductive voice pulled at the heartstrings of the Guardian, "Come here." The slow motion of Muraki's palm was enough to give him his signal, and Tsuzuki obediently crawled over him once more, until their faces lingered but an inch away.

From here, Muraki could feel his breathing; every soft puff of air that left his swollen lips. It was almost as if he was swallowing each exhale, and studying the air particles, he was so close. He purred, and held the brunette closer with one hand, while the other started to make the trek down his bare back. "You're such a quick learner. Last night, you were on your back, and now I find myself on mine."

A devilish grin came to the doctor's pallid lips, and his nimble fingers found the waistband of Tsuzuki's trousers. "Whatever will I do?"

Tsuzuki could feel the crescent-tipped fingers slipping into his pants, though only as a tease, before a button was unfastened. Chuckling, violet clashed into platinum, melding together in a heated stare from the short distance between their noses. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

"Indeed," the doctor purred while his tongue took a small taste of the Guardian's lip. "It entails you staying right where you are," a small zipping sound from between them, "while I make love to you."

The smallest of trembles ran down the shinigami's back, and he inched his hips up at the request of strong hands. Soon, his legs were bare, leaving nothing but small beads of sweat between the two men on the floor. His skin was thrumming beneath the teasing of Muraki's fingers.

"Then do it," Tsuzuki panted, as his hands smoothed along the ripples of the blonde's muscled chest. "I don't want you to prepare me, I just want you..."

Muraki's smile never faltered, and he took a momentary rub of his erect member up against Tsuzuki's waiting entrance. Indeed, he was slicked enough from saliva and pre-come. "You have me. My mind..." he paused to get his bearings. Gripping the shinigami's slim sides, he held him steady, while his own hips moved up by degrees. This way, his erection would easily glide between the two firm globes and allowed him an easy entry. "... and my body. All yours."

The shinigami's head tipped back, as he bit his lip. His abdomen bunched and his fingers curled. Maybe not one of his better ideas, to be so impatient. Then again, it wasn't as if he'd put any real thought into what he'd murmured in the middle of his lust. A slight burning took over as Muraki was embedded to the hilt, where the doctor's pelvis met Tsuzuki's own backside, and the two were joined as one.

For the second time in two days, Tsuzuki had done the unthinkable. He'd betrayed his organization, his principles and his working partner. And he didn't care. That was the clincher. He really just didn't give a damn. A moan signalled he'd hit the middle of his pleasure scale as Muraki began to move.

Out and in, out and in, deeper each time; the doctor's thrusting was precise and well-thought. Tsuzuki couldn't help but wonder if they taught the art of the Kama Sutra wherever it was that Muraki attended classes, that's just how euphoric it all was. He gripped the platinum blonde's strong shoulders to support himself.

Sweat quickly gathered on their skin, pants filling the air along with scattered groans of ecstacy. Muraki's hips were smoothly gliding up to his lover, back down to the floor and up again in such a manner that he had the shinigami's head lulling from left to right in pleasure. The doctor smirked inwardly. It was all too appealing to watch the brunette succumb to the pleasures of the flesh and ride Muraki in turn. Responsively, Muraki purred. Sliding his hands over, he laid himself still, grasping at Tsuzuki's faintly tanned sides and beginning to rock him back and forth. It was less exhausting, he found, and equally, if not more pleasurable.

"Muraki..."

He heard his name being moaned and one hand strayed up to tweak a pink rosebud nipple. An approving moan soon met his ears.

Muraki's length was unmoving, and it only urged Tsuzuki to move harder; faster, anything to achieve that bliss he'd encountered not twenty-four hours before. His head pulled up and amethyst eyes met silver ones, each set glazed over in sheer lust. A glint in Muraki's eyes told him there was something more in there. Rolling his hips and curving his spine, Tsuzuki took him in thrust after thrust, each brushing his prostate and causing a moan, purr or sudden cry of pleasure, depending on just how hard the motion was.

Faster and faster they went on, clinging onto each other's sweat-slicked body as Tsuzuki plunged down onto him. Once a shudder began to roll up his spine, signalling his impending finale, Muraki's slender hand circled around Tsuzuki's length and began to pump. Synchronizing both of their efforts into one fluid motion, they were pushed further and further up the scale.

"Come for me, Tsuzuki..." Muraki murmured as he fondled him more fully and quickly.

Throwing his head back, Tsuzuki let out a heavy groan and it only took a moment longer for him to find sweet release. Fingers curled tight into Muraki's arms as he rode it out, and the scientist in turn took hold of the shinigami's back. A few quicker thrusts into his depths and the brunette's ears were met with a cry of pleasure. A moment longer and an insane heat splashed within him. Muraki, too, had been thrown over the edge.

Muraki's breath was scratching at his throat as he closed his eyes to savor in the sweet bliss. Tsuzuki's body drifted down, hunched over, limp like a rag doll over him, and he could feel the shinigami's exasperated breath on his neck.

They lay on the floor, quite content, for a good few minutes afterward. Muraki was the first to move, having regained his sense of self far quicker than Tsuzuki. Gently, he nudged the Guardian's chin with his nose. "Tsuzuki," he muttered breathlessly.

"You... really love me, don't you?"

Muraki blinked at the question. If anything, he'd thought it was painfully obvious. Nonetheless, he responded in pure sincerity, "Yes. I do..."

Tsuzuki's glazed expression was soon taken over by a soft smile, and he looked down to the doctor. "I didn't..." he paused to breathe, "I didn't really believe you before."

"I don't quite blame you," Muraki purred while he brushed a sweat covered strand of chocolate from his lover's face. "As long as you believe me now."

"Muraki, I-" Tsuzuki was silenced by a pale finger being raised over his lips.

"Shh. Don't speak. I just want this moment. You and I, no strings. You're here now, and that's all I need to know."

Soon, Muraki's arms circled around Tsuzuki's arms and he held him close, eyes closed and a smile on his lips. He could hear the piano now, which was impossible before, and it soothed him to the point of silence.

One day, Tsuzuki... After I'm through here on this godforsaken ship. After I'm through with this sick little facade... Then... Then I'll make you mine for real.


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There you have it. Hah, see? I promised you guys another lemon. I can't stress this enough, review! You guys rock. Keep checking my AdultFan profile for updates; I've been writing like crazy lately, and I just might finish something I think is worth posting.

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