Forever Mine

Okay, before you read this part of the story there are three words that I would like to explain:

1: Kaza and Kai are Muraki's nicknames. Kai will end up in the next Chapter.

2: Dieses: In this chapter it is used as a rude gesture to someone taking over or taking the place of someone else's spot. Corny, I guess, but it will make sense once you read the chapter.

Chapter Seven: You Can Call Me...Kaza


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Tsuzuki blushed remembering the time on the ship with Muraki. He shivered slightly.

The club was beautiful. It was filled with vibrant lights and loud music. There were scantily-clad females dancing along poles on two stages. And men gathered around them with money waving in their hands. Tsuzuki noticed a few of the less dressed females eyeing both him and the doctor as if they were prey. He grabbed harder onto Muraki’s arm as the doctor lead them to the back of the club. A large foreboding man stood at the entrance.

"Where are you taking me, Katzuaka?"

Muraki grinned at the Shinigami. Then whispered something that Tsuzuki couldn't hear into the big bodyguard's ear.

The man nodded and opened the curtains to allow them to go through.

The room was spaced with three other doors that were draped with curtains. Muraki led them to the one on the far right.

Inside this room was a couch of plush violet and a chair the same color very close to a pole. The lights were very dim and somewhat romantic. Surrounding them were mirrors everywhere making the room larger than it really was. The room had a very erotic feel to it, especially with the soft thrumming of erotic music in the background.

Muraki guided the the younger man to the plush chair.

“What is this for?" The confused Shinigami protested, trying to get back up, but is soon stopped as Muraki pushed him back down.

"Your lap dance, of course."

"WHAT!?! By who?" The doctor placed a hand on the brunette's lips to hush him.

"One of the best female strippers in Japan."

Tsuzuki questioned him. “Female stripper!?”

Muraki raked his finger across the brunette’s cheek cupping the back of his head.

“Would you prefer a man instead? Besides Minako is one of Japan's finest. At 5,000 a dance she quite hard to obtain and all yours to enjoy tonight."

"But...but," Tsuzuki protested, but again is hushed by a pale finger.

Suddenly a beautiful woman walked into the room. Her hair the color of ebony and piled on top with two loose buns, flowing ebony locks framed her face.Her eyes were a beautiful flaring color of blue, almost crystal in appearance. She wore a long elegant dress the color of black, making the gleam in her eyes even more brilliant. It fit tight around her waist and showed off at the top, leaving nothing to the imagination. She was quite confident and not afraid to show off her assets. Two of them being high up on her chest,unable to escape anyone's attention.

She smiled at Tsuzuki and noticed his confusion. She turned to the doctor.

"Good evening, my fair lady Minako. You look astonishing as always. I hope that our presence here tonight is a pleasant one upon your eyes," Muraki drawled kissing her hand.

She blushed. "Oh, Muraki-sensei, you do take my breath away. And who might this be?”

He looked over to the stunned Shinigami.

"This is Tsuzuki-san. He will be yours tonight."

She walked over toward the brunette examining his features.

"Oh! So cute! He has such beautiful eyes. Definitely, one of the handsomest men I have the chance to perform with. Where do you find them, Muraki?"

"'Them'!? Has Muraki brought others here?" Tsuzuki wondered frantically.

"Katzuaka have you..." he started.

Minako interrupted. "Muraki-sensei is very particular who he allows close to him.You are a very lucky man, Tsuzuki-san. He seems to be very fond of you, especially to have spent as much as he did," she reached to caress the brunette's cheek.

He jumped at her touch.

"Oh, this must be your first time," she giggled.

Muraki chuckled at seeing his guardian flustered.

"I have come to know that Tsuzuki-san is a man of many firsts."

Minako tapped her fingers to her lip.

"Oh, really? Well, then I'll be very gentle with him tonight. Shall I begin?"

"Kazutaka, I..." he notices Muraki sitting across from them on the big couch.

Minako touched his lips, bringing his attention back to her. "Hush, pretty one. He wants to watch you. Shall we give him a show?"

She slowly slid her hand across his cheek down to the nape of his neck. The music gradually gets louder as a sensual song starts to play. Tsuzuki couldn't help but be enticed by it. He jerked a little, feeling her hand rake at the buttons of his shirt.

"Relax, Tsuzuki-san. It’s just a dance." With that, the brunette calmed a bit as she straddled on top of him. Her breasts just inches away from his mouth. He gasped feeling the warm flesh at his lips, then slide down over his body until her face was now inches away from his crouch. His face becomes warm as he looked over to the doctor.

Muraki wanted to see just how long his Shinigami could last. He smiled at the embarrassed guardian. Leaning down on the couch he opened his jacket then placed a slender finger in his mouth, softly sucking on it. Tsuzuki watched Muraki with hooded eyes, awe-struck. What was he doing? He watched the doctor slide his hand down his trousers slowly unbuttoning them.

The doctor closed his eyes as he worked his hand inside his pants. The Shinigami didn't know whether to watch the dancer or him, but somehow he just couldn't keep his eyes off Muraki's movements.

The woman came up to the brunette's face.

"Do you enjoy watching him? He is such a beautiful man," she noticed Tsuzuki staring at the doctor not the least bit perturbed.

She whispered in his ear. "I am willing to go all the way if you would like."

Tsuzuki looked at Muraki. The doctor's eyes closed and lean body sunk into the couch as he slowly stroked himself.

Tsuzuki looked at the dancer. She was beautiful, her moves were flawless as she grinded herself up against his groin. As enticing it was an offer that was not what was turning him on.

It was the sight on the couch that made him flush and weak in the knees. Watching the movements within the doctors pants, made Tsuzuki lick his lips. Damn him for being so sexy!

He brought his lips to her ear. Without thinking twice about his comment, he stated, "Could you leave us?"

Smiling knowingly, she pulled her head up. "I see. Who could possibly compare to such a beautiful man as that? As I said before, Tsuzuki-san, you are truly a lucky man." She kissed his cheek and rose to her feet.

Muraki felt a weight come over him. Tsuzuki straddled on top of him, his knees on either side of his thighs.

"You just let a 5,000 dance walk right out the door," the doctor observed.

"I found something more interesting," the brunette whispered.

"So it appears that way," Muraki opened his eyes to take in the beautiful Shinigami.

"You shouldn’t tease me like that," Tsuzuki warned.

Slowly he slid his hand into the doctor's trousers as the pale man adjusted himself for the Shinigami.

"I thought you would want something a little different," Muraki replied, panting softly his voice barely above a whisper.

"What I want is this," Tsuzuki gripped harder to Muraki's heated length, stroking it faster and causing the blonde to moan.

Muraki reached to grabbed ahold of the guardian's face slamming his lips against his own. Tsuzuki pushed his already erect penis against Muraki’s. Dominance against dominance; passion against passion. But this was Muraki’s payback. He wasn’t going to let his Shinigami get away with it that easily. If he wanted it he would have to fight for it. Muraki suddenly pulled Tsuzuki hand out, only for the brunette to pin them against the couch. Shocked, Muraki looked at his guardian.

"So, this is how you want to play it, hmm?" he drawled.

Tsuzuki bit at the doctor's tender ear. "I told you what I wanted. Now, I want it even more."

The brunette firmly ground his hips against Muraki’s.

"Bold, aren’t we?" Muraki panted, feeling the sweet sensation of Tsuzuki against his own throbbing length.

Muraki licked at the Shinigami's neck, tracing his tongue up to the soft ear.
"But not bold enough."

Muraki pulled free from the younger man's grip, throwing them behind the Shinigami's back.

"Katzuaka..." was all Tsuzuki could utter. The blonde pulled him up on his knees so that Tsuzuki's throbbing cock was directly in front of Muraki's mouth. He breathed softly on the fabric holding his prize within it.

Tsuzuki gasped, "Kaz..."

Muraki pulled one of his hands from behind his Shinigami and raked at the fabric with his fingertips.

"Mine," he breathed hotly.

Muraki slowly unbuttoned the brunette's pants, followed by the zipper to reveal the weeping erection.

"All mine," he whispered before devouring it whole in his hot mouth, tasting the sweet and salty skin.

Tsuzuki moaned loudly. How did he end up in this position? Wasn’t he just the one on top of Muraki? Oh, but it felt so good. His knees started to buckle as the sensation built to a fevered pitch around his pulsing member.

Muraki let go of his hands and cupped his hands onto Tsuzuki's rump to give him more leverage.

"Oh! Katzu...so good...more...nuhhh!"

The guardian slammed his hands against the mirror in front of him fighting to hold himself up. "Your...mouth...so good."

The doctor pulled him completely in, grazing his teeth lightly as he licked his way up to the weeping tip. An expert in his mastery of fellatio, he overwhelmed the Shinigami as he could hear the pants and moans become louder and louder. It spurred him on to lash his tongue wildly against the swollen shaft.

Frantic, Tsuzuki grabbed a hold of the older man's hair and slid his fingers through the silkly strands. Trying to thrust into Muraki's eager mouth he found his hips being held tightly by the doctor.

"Ahhh! Katzu! Uhhh...Nuhhh...Katzu!"

The Shinigami threw his head back as his climax hit him hard. His body convlused wildly as he screamed Muraki's name, overcome with pleasure.

Muraki lapped at the spent length, drinking every drop of his guardian's sweet essence.

Tsuzuki fell onto the blonde’s lap panting heavily.

"That was unfair of you. You had me at an disadvantage."

"How is that so, Asato?"

"Well..."

The doctor combed his fingers through the brunette's dark hair, causing the Shinigami to forget what it was he was going to say. Muraki leaned over to kiss him. The brunette moaned softly, his body still sensitive to his touch.

"You better not or we're going to end up in another round. Only this time it will be you screaming my name," the brunette boasted.

Muraki licked at Tsuzuki's upper lip. "Enticing, but we must go."

They leave out of the room as most of the people within the strip club look over to them.

"Did they hear us?" Tsuzuki asked, mortified.

"You were pretty loud, my Shinigami," Muraki teased.

Tsuzuki blushed deep red as they walked past the bewildered crowd, overhearing a man say:

"I wish I had whatever dancer he got."

Deeply embarrassed, Tsuzuki hid his face in Muraki’s neck trying to stop his face getting any redder then it already was. Muraki just smiled walking them toward the door.


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Muraki led Tsuzuki to a shiny black Viper, gleaming and magestic in the moonlight.
"Wow! Is this your car?" Tsuzuki gaped at its beautiful curves, restraining himself not to run his hands over the pristine finish.

"Yes, Asato. It is mine," Muraki said smoothly.

"Aren’t these expensive?"

Muraki tapped a button on a small remote device. The doors promptly opened.

"Yes it is. You're looking at about $90,000, but it not even close to the cost I spent on the Saleen S7 at no less then $560,000."

Tsuzuki looked wide-eyed at the doctor.

"Well, sometimes a person has to indulge himself. Wouldn’t you agree? You do indulge, do you not, Asato?"

Tsuzuki looked away shyly. "Umm, well," he felt a hand underneath his chin turning him toward a serious face. The doctor waited patiently for an answer.

"I’m hungry..." Tsuzuki whined.

The blonde smiled at him.

"And so we shall eat," he revved the sleek car. It purred beautifully and Tsuzuki smiled. So powerful! So fast, yet Muraki handled it with expert precision. Tsuzuki never knew that a piece of mechanics could be so breathtaking. It reminded him of Sakura and the amazing power he felt when he summoned her. The power she weilded and his to control over that awesome power. The beauty she possessed and the feeling that overcame him. "This is mine."

"Kaza?"

Muraki looked over toward the Shinigami, surprised.

"Did you just call me Kaza?"

Tsuzuki blinked back at him.

"Yes. Why? Do you not want me to call you that?"

Muraki smiled at his concern. "No, Asato. It is fine that you call me that. Ah, here we are."

Tsuzuki looked up to see a towering building.

"Wow! This is your house?"

Muraki grabbed Tsuzuki's hand."

"My parents. It came to me after their death."

Tsuzuki was astounded. "It’s so big," he breathed.

Suddenly, Muraki laughed.

"That is not the first time I heard you say that," he teased.

Tsuzuki blushed terribly.

Chuckling, Muraki prompted, "Come Asato, let's go inside."

The house looked picturesque, passed down from generation to generation. The surroundings were crowded with trees and rose bushes of every kind. It looked to be something from an English manor-style. Even with the dark gothic atmosphere, it seemed to be a welcoming place.

"Make yourself at home. I'll go and prepare us something to eat," the doctor offered.

The interior was even more complex, Victorian style throughout. In front of Tsuzuki was a stair case majestic and large. A large chandlier loomed over the entryway, causing Tsuzuki to stare at it in wonder. To his left seemed to be a sitting room with a large, cozy fireplace giving the room a warm glow. Tapestries and paintings and many potted plants filled every space and the brunette struggled to take it all in.

Muraki came back with two glasses and a bottle of sake. He directed Tsuzuki into the room which held the fireplace.

The doctor handed him a glass of the cool beverage and took a sip of his own.

"Please, do sit Asato. It is going to take a while."

Noticing the concerned look on the brunette's features he placed his glass down.

"Is there something wrong?"

Tsuzuki took a hard swallow of his sake, still not learning the value of wine sipping.

"Kaza, did you commit those murders?" he asked softly.

Muraki sighed.

"I knew this would come up sooner or later."

Tsuzuki looked at him seriously.

"Well, did you?"

He knew how persistant Tsuzuki is on these matters, especially involving innocent lives. Such a good heart. But such an inappropriate time to be having this discussion.

"Would you of liked me to?"

"No! Of course not!"

The doctor picked up his sake. Drinking some more as he looked at Tsuzuki.

"What would you do then if I did, Asato?"

Tsuzuki hated it when he was like this. It was a side of Muraki that turned him on, much to his chagrin, but it also made him so mad.

"Why is it that every time I ask you a simple question, you have to turn it back on me with one? Why don't you just answer it!" he fumed.

Muraki knew he was getting under the brunette's skin. He loved seeing Tsuzuki angry. The way the violet-eyed man fumbled with his clothes and bit his bottom lip. It was cute. The doctor had to turn his head away from the enticing Shinigami so as not to grab and take Tsuzuki then and there.

"What would be the point, Asato? If I answered no would you believe me?" he challenged.

Would he? He really couldn’t answer that question. Damn him for being so weak. To not just say that he would not and be done with it. But something said maybe just maybe he didn’t.

"The Shinigami are going to kill you, don't you see, Kaza? You are a..."

Muraki looked at him angerily. He knew all to well what Tsuzuki was going to say and he didn't want to hear it. Not now when he and his Shinigami were together like this. He knew what he was and he didn’t need to be reminded of it.

"No, Asato. That is the answer. I did not commit those murders."

Tsuzuki reached over to him, looking straight into his silver eyes, wanting to see if he could see any difference in his confession. Something to give him away.

"But all the evidence is clearly pointed to you. The way they died, even the roses as clues," Tsuzuki countered.

"Well, I must have quite an admirer." Muraki's gaze was unwavering.
"Kaza, this is not a joke?" Tsuzuki pressed, wanting to be sure.

Muraki eyes narrowed.

"I am being quite serious, Asato."

Please, let it be so, he thought.

A buzzer sounded from another room.

"If you will excuse me, Asato. I believe our dinner is ready."

Tsuzuki knew deep down that Muraki didn't commit those murders. He just could feel it. Before, Muraki committed those crimes to draw Tsuzuki to him. But now that he was with him willingly, what could possibly be his motive?

Then who is committing them? And why are they making it seem like it is Muraki?

The door bell rang, jarring Tsuzuki out of his thoughts. He expected a servant to answer it, but no one came. The bell rang again and again.
Tsuzuki got up and answered.

"I demand you open this...oh!"

Tsuzuki opened the door slowly.

It was a very pretty woman, slender and elegantly dressed. Her long blonde hair fitted into a bun with little curls hanging and framing her face. Her eyes were of a clear blue and she was about the same height as Tsuzuki. She wore a long green coat that looked expensively tailored.

"Oh! It can‘t be!" she started. "It's you!" Suddenly her face twisted angerly.

"Move out of my way, you little disease!"

She forcefully pushed her way in, shoving Tsuzuki to the side.

"Wait! Madam, I...I don’t think you should," Tsuzuki flustered.

But she ignored him as she strutted around the entry way. "Where the hell are you! You son of a bitch!" she bellowed.

The doctor came down the hall holding a tray with two dishes on it.

"Asato, what's seem to be..."

He then noticed the woman staring furiously at him. He smiled warmly.

"Finally, I found you Doctor Katzuaka Muraki!" she huffed.

Still smiling, Muraki set the tray down at the nearest table.

"Ukyou. It has been a while, hasn’t it?" Muraki glanced over to the puzzled Shinigami.

"But how rude of you not to introduce yourself to my guest. I would at least think you to be lady like enough to do that."

Muraki turned to face the guardian.

"Asato, I sincerely apologize. This here is Ukyou, my fiancée."

Shocked, Tsuzuki's mouth hung open.

"Fiancée!"


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Chapter Eight: Hidden Truths

What a surprise to poor Tsuzuki. Muraki has a Fianc'ee. What will possibly happen now? I feel a little cat fight. Ok maybe not one. but there certainly is some tension going on.

Tsuzuki goes and pouts in the corner. I really wanted a cat fight..