No Return to Innocence

Chapter Eight: No Returning Roads


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Warning: You know just an insight on all the people out there that do not approve of yaoi. I was watching one on youtube and of course the creator warned people of it being yaoi. But always one slips. Someone commented on the grossness of the video.T_T Look people that is what a warning is for, Read it! Extreme BOY ON BOY sex!!! Yaoi, for those of you who don't know what that is. The term 'Yaoi' is generally used to indicate explicit and graphic homosexuality between two males. Simple as that,thank you.

Summary: This Chapter is the waking point for the characters.

Chapter Eight: No Returning Roads

"You should really let her rest, Hisoka." Muraki turns around from closing Tsubaki's door.

"Muraki." The doctor brushes passed Hisoka, ignoring the boy's call.

"MURAKI! Leave Tsuzuki alone! It is not right what you are doing to him." Muraki smiles slyly at him. "I rather think he enjoyed himself the last we met."

Hisoka face turns to utter anger. His voice harsh and timid.

"If you lay another finger on him, I'll kill you."

Muraki throws a hand against the wall next to Hisoka, his face barely inches from the boy's. He looks at Hisoka, threatening to touch him as he comes close to his face.
"Is it, perhaps, because he is your partner, that you threaten me with such vital words. Or, perhaps, maybe, it is because you might just have a little bit of an attraction for him yourself. Either way, whether Tsuzuki wants to see me or not really is up for him to decide. If it was up to me, though, I wouldn't mind feeling that tight little ass of his again."

Hisoka swings at him only for Muraki to catch his arm and turn him against the wall. Hisoka could see the visions inside him. Muraki wasn't lying. There was no trance placed on Tsuzuki. He didn't want to see anymore.

"Stop...please."

Muraki lets him go, walking away as Hisoka falls to the ground trying to compose himself as he didn't want to believe it. Not Tsuzuki.

Muraki enters his room noticing Tsuzuki on the floor next to the now shattered window. Tsuzuki cuts his wrist to open the gashes continuing to slash even as the wounds kept healing themselves. Muraki walks over to him kneeling next to the guardian on the floor.

"Why would you cut yourself, Tsuzuki, when you know it won't work? He looks up taken aback by Muraki question.

"How did you know?"

"There are many things I know about you, Tsuzuki. Your immortality is one of them."

Tsuzuki frowns looking down, not wanting to hear it.

"I'll keep doing it until something happens." Muraki grabs the knife from him.

"No matter how much you try," He lifts Tsuzuki's face to meet his eyes, "It won't work!"

Tsuzuki eyes start to tear. He couldn't grasp the concept. "I can't live like this, Muraki. Just kill me! I don't care how...just do it! I can't live knowing..." Tsuzuki turns his face away from the doctor, "knowing I'm in love with a murderer."

Muraki turns his face back to him, demanding eye contact. "Come, let us wash you up."

Muraki lifts him and Tsuzuki up, even though Tsuzuki was nothing but dead weight. However, the doctor managed to get them into the bathroom with ease. Muraki prepares a bath for the guardian, letting the water become very hot. He seen the blood dripping on the carpet and knew Tsuzuki had lost a lot of it. Tsuzuki's body being so cold and clammy, a hot bath would suit him well. But, still, there was no life in those violet eyes of his lover's.

Muraki takes off the brunette's clothes carefully. Although, Tsuzuki's body turning him on as he sees the naked flesh of his lover. The muscles rippling off his chest and soft pink nipples, that would of make any person jolt with excitement. However he was very professional about it and places the guardian gently in the tub. He then takes off his own clothes. His own body that of a sculptured god. He gets in pulling, Tsuzuki in front of him and lays his silent lover's back against his chest. Muraki then grabs a sponge lathering it then rubbing it on Tsuzuki's shoulders, soothing him with a massage.

"How did you find out about me?" Tsuzuki quietly asks.

Muraki goes down to his chest cleaning the area around his nipple, avoiding contact with it. "My grandfather was your caregiver. I read his transcript, seen your picture and fell in love. That is why the murders took place. Because I knew you would come. I knew I would see you and when I did, you were everything I expected and more. There is a purpose for everyone, Tsuzuki. Good or bad, it doesn't matter. I found my purpose. It's you."

Tsuzuki touches Muraki's hand to stopp him from rubbing anymore. "Kazutaka, make this pain go away."

Muraki lets go of the sponge, grabbing Tsuzuki by the neck. His other hand traces down within the water. "Is this what you want, Asato?"

Muraki licks his ear and Tsuzuki lets out a light moan. Then Muraki began to stroke his member.

"Yes! I want you!" he gasps.

Grabbing onto Muraki's legs as the doctor strokes harder onto his lover's erection, moving his hand up and down. His hand moving further to his sacks cupping them and back up again. He squeezes tighter onto the brunette's neck becoming aroused himself.

"The point of death and the point of pure pleasure. Which one would you prefer more, Asato?"

Tsuzuki could feel his body giving in as dizziness started to take effect. But the pleasure was so immense, he didn't know whether he would fall into a faint or come first. His hands loosened from Muraki's knees becoming numb. His moans being caught by short breaths of gasping air. He wanted to pull away but it felt so good he couldn't.

"Feel the power that both my hands have on you. Come for me, Tsuzuki! LOVE ME!" Tsuzuki couldn't hold any longer as he climaxed hard arching back, but still Muraki held him tight, feeling the man shake within his arms. He lets go of his neck as Tsuzuki lays back on him catching his breath.

"Now you know, Tsuzuki, how powerful love really is. How mine is for you."

Muraki tries to get up, but Tsuzuki pulls him back down. Pulling the doctor's hair from his face, seeing the mechanical eye Muraki always had hidden underneath.

"Don't go. Could you hold me for a bit longer?"

Muraki wraps his arms around Tsuzuki as the guardian lays his head against the creamy skin of Muraki's chest.

"Of course."

Tsuzuki wakes up feeling the soft silk sheets of Muraki's bed. He notices that he is naked and Muraki sitting in the chair by the table watching him.

"You look so innocent when you sleep. I couldn't help but watch."

Tsuzuki gets up from the bed standing before Muraki, completely exposed.

"You didn't get your turn last night." He smiles at Muraki as he walks over to him. Muraki kisses his stomach.

"And what are you planning on doing?"

Tsuzuki straddles Muraki and pulls his face up to him.

"Anything I want. And what I want is to show you what my body can do."

He leans close to whisper huskily, "With one exception. You cannot touch me through any of it."

Muraki puts his hands to his side. "Show me."



Chapter Nine: Tainted roses .{ It pretty much says it all. }