Shadow Caress

Just a one-shot. May add more chapters later if I feel the need and/or want to do so. No beta, so forgive the errors. Characters may be a little ooc due to the fact I haven't seen anything YnM for years. Flame or worship, I don't care. I don't own Muraki or Tsuzuki, though I do like the thought of being able to command Muraki to fuck random characters for my own sadistic pleasure. Rated NC-17 for the stupidly-long sex scene. Sorry I'm not that much more creative.

Shadow Caress
Chapter 1: Tender Touches under the Midnight Moon
The moon was blood red, which should have been warning enough for Tsuzuki. But something about it, something about the peacefullness of the night, something about the butterfly breeze made him stay out under the crimson shade of the sakura tree. It reminded him of a dream or memory, and wondered if it was something from Hisoka's past he had picked up. The Shinigami shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all thought of the blonde. Hisoka was half the reason he was out, the other half just being the desire to admire the moon.

Desire...He lulled the word over and over in his mind. Desire...desire...desire...Such a strange word...Where did it first come from? Where in human emotion did desire first appear? He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander.

Tsuzuki gasped and his eyes flew open as a pair of arms hugged him from behind. He didn't struggle, and he bit his lip to suppress a moan as soft breath caressed the exposed nape of his neck. Pale fingers touched his lips, savoring the feel of the soft pillows of flesh. He didn't have to look to know who it was who held him and to know that he was in the arms of death itself.

"Hm..." Cool lips kissed the back of Tsuzuki's neck, earning Muraki a shudder. "You look beautiful tonight, Tsuzuki-kun..."

Again Tsuzuki closed his eyes and forced himself to relax, knowing only struggling would get him hurt. "What do you want, Muraki?"

A cheek was rubbed affectionately against Tsuzuki's as an arm held him close to a firm, real body. "What do you think I want?" Slowly the arms slipped away from Tsuzuki's body, and gentle hands began to work at the muscles in Tsuzuki's shoulders. He leaned against Muraki a bit, legs starting to become weak. "You're so stressed Tsuzuki-kun...Work is keeping you busy, I assume?"

"No...not really..." Tsuzuki sighed. Something in him found he couldn't lie to the madman all of a sudden. "It's Hisoka...He just...I don't know..."

"Hn...You're shoulders and back are so tense...Relax." Tsuzuki grunted softly when Muraki's thumb hit a knot, but the doctor continued speaking. "This would be easier if you were lying down."

Tsuzuki blushed and wiggled out of Muraki's grasp. "I should be leaving," he muttered, rubbing a shoulder to shake away the feeling the ghosts of Muraki's hands left behind. The pale man watched him emotionlessly and nodded. Tsuzuki blinked and hugged himself, his eyes meeting Muraki's. There was something in them that made him shiver, made him warm, made him hunger for no sweet that he could imagine.

Desire...the word repeated in his mind. Tsuzuki felt his heart race as something in his stomach tugged him toward Muraki. I...feel it...He closed his eyes, then sighed. When he opened them, Muraki was still there, watching him, making the dream-like world so much more real. Tsuzuki ventured a step closer until the two were standing only inches apart. "Muraki...You aren't...trying to hurt me tonight...are you?"

The doctor shook his head. A hand lifted from his side and touched Tsuzuki's cheek ever so lightly, making the brunette turn his head for more of the cool, tender touch. Muraki smiled, and Tsuzuki began wondering if he truly was dreaming or not, having never seen such a true smile on Muraki's face. "Tonight...My only desire would be to have you in my arms...touch your body...have you beside me...and wake to see you in the morning light..."

Slowly, Tsuzuki felt himself being pulled both phsyically and emotionally toward the pale man. Their lips touched, and only then did Tsuzuki close his eyes and let himself be kissed. The kiss was a gentle one, and again the Shinigami questioned whether or not this was the real Muraki as he held the kiss firmly, yet only letting their skin chastely touch so lightly, Tsuzuki wasn't sure if they were even kissing.

Tsuzuki shivered. Suddenly, he wanted those hands that touched his face and neck so lightly to be all over his body, under his clothes and against his burning skin. He now knew what desire truely meant as he leaned in for more of the kiss. The Shinigami was unafraid, now, of the madman he suddenly wanted passion with, and some tiny voice in his mind knew that Muraki would be more than willing to give Tsuzuki what he wanted.

But at what price? Tsuzuki thought with a shudder as Muraki caught what the Shinigami was wanting and broke the kiss. Beautiful purple eyes watched Muraki's face and saw the tenderness and lust battling in his eyes. A gentle thumb touched Tsuzuki's bottom lip and lightly parted his lips. Tsuzuki leaned back, not sure when exactly he had become pinned to the sakura tree, but his mind was focused on Muraki's lips. He closed his eyes again as lips met lips and the warmth of a moist tongue slid past to meet Tsuzuki's.

The Shinigami goraned softly in his throat at the feel, the flavor of Muraki. He was sweet, like one of the desserts Tsuzuki loved so much, and the kiss was gentle, as if the doctor believed Tsuzuki was made of glass. Firm, steady hands held Tsuzuki's waist and, needing something to do with his, Tsuzuki wrapped his arms around Muraki's torso, his hands resting on Muraki's shoulderblades. As the loving kiss continued, he found himself thoughtlessly rubbing and kneading Muraki's back when the madman kissed him just right.

Again Muraki broke the kiss, and Tsuzuki tilted his head back with a groan as the pale man trailed kisses from Tsuzuki's lips down his throat and neck to the nape of his neck once more. A hand went into the soft, snowy locks of Muraki's hair. Tsuzuki arched into him with a louder moan of ecstacy as hot lips and hungry teeth met his flesh, feeding from him though no blood was drawn. The sensation of Muraki knawing at his muscle and skin was driving him wild, into a state of mind that Tsuzuki was in only once in his life...when a certain devil had taken over his body and mind.

He shifted his hips a bit against Muraki's and gasped in surprise at the grunt Muraki made when their bodies met. Experimenting, Tsuzuki did it again, this time being rewarded with a grunt and being pinned more to the tree with Muraki's body pressed more closely to Tsuzuki's. The Shinigami smirked to himself as Muraki continued to feed from his neck in pleasing ways, becoming more fierce with each meeting of groins. I have a control over him, Tsuzuki thought almost uncharacterisically sadisticly. It won't last long, though...Now I see why he enjoys the control so much.

Tsuzuki whimpered when Muraki pulled himself from Tsuzuki's neck, panting from lack of breath. His eyes met Tsuzuki's once more, and again the Shinigami noted the fight between lust and gentleness in those deep silver orbs. He wants to rape me, Tsuzuki thought, bringing a hand to touch Muraki's face. He watched as Muraki turned his head to kiss Tsuzuki's palm, making the brunette blush lightly. But he wants to be gentle...tender...human...

Smiling, Tsuzuki took a reassuring sigh and said softly to Muraki, "Maybe...we should be doing this somewhere indoors..."

Muraki allowed himself to look surprised, taken aback by Tsuzuki's willing words and what they meant. He gained his normal demenour quickly and placed feather-kisses on Tsuzuki's fingers, watching in the corner of his eye as Tsuzuki bit his lip to keep from begging for more. "You would allow me a night with you as my companion?"

"Yes..." Tsuzuki whispered, not bothering to mask the desperate need and want in his voice as more kisses touched his hand and forearm, Muraki passing the old watch. His body was begining to betray him, pants becoming tighter and shirt and coat becoming too hot against his body. "Please...Muraki..."

"Shh..." Gentle lips touched Tsuzuki's, silencing the Shinigami's whimpers of desire. "Patience Tsuzuki-kun...We'll get there soon enough..." The doctor was curious of how long he could drag this out, how much the brunette uke would let him do...how far this game of sexual cat-and-mouse to last. Tsuzuki closed his eyes as Muraki kissed him passionately, pulling Tsuzuki's tongue into his mouth to suck and nibble on the strawberry muscle. The brunette groaned as Muraki's hands traveled his sides, onto his shoulders and pushed off the long coat from Tsuzuki's arms and body.

Tsuzuki blinked, suddenly realizing he was no longer standing against a tree, but laying in a soft bed in a dark room, lit only by candles hanging along the walls. Muraki broke the kiss, on his hands and knees over Tsuzuki. His skin and hair glowed in the eerie romantic lighting. He smiled at Tsuzuki and kissed his forehead before sitting up off of Tsuzuki to sit on the edge of the bed. The brunette watched him take off his long over coat and jacket, tossing them aside. With a nod, Tsuzuki removed his shoes and socks. He noticed Muraki do the same, then reach to remove his tie.

The blonde grabbed the hanging cloth and tugged Muraki close. "Not this..." Tsuzuki whispered near his lips. "Keep this on..." He winked. "I may need it."

Muraki smirked. "I didn't realize you had such thoughts in you, Tsuzuki-kun..."

"You bring it out in me," Tsuzuki whispered, laying back onto the bed and pulling Muraki on top of him by his tie.

Their faces met once more in a hot, deep kiss that made Tsuzuki groan for more. Hands pinned his wrists over his head only to drag down his arms, onto his chest to untie the brunette's tie, tossing aside the miniscule garment. Tsuzuki struggled to keep from losing himself and losing against Muraki, hands desperately fumblilng with the buttons of the doctor's shirt. Giving up, Tsuzuki tore the shirt open, hearing strings tear and buttons be ripped from their place. One even bounced to the floor to land on something soft at the force of the tear. Grunting, Muraki mimicked Tsuzuki's decision and tore the Shinigami's shirt open. Again, a button bounced away on the floor and landed with Muraki's.

The kiss broke in gasps and pants for air. Tsuzuki was grinning to himself, as if he believed he was winning whatever battle it was they were fighting. Dominance maybe? Or who could please the other more? Or was it just the passion the sudden enemies were sharing with one another? He didn't know. His mind was suddenly foggy with desire. Eyes closed, he heard Muraki take off his glasses and fold them, setting them on a nearby nightstand Tsuzuki didn't even know existed.

He felt the bed move as Muraki shifted to lay beside him, and the brunette hummed in pleasure as a hand carressed his body. A cool palm trailed down his chest, passing over the curve of his waist and hips, under suddenly-loose pants to stroke a toned thigh, cup a firm rear, then back up to his shoulders, and down again. Tsuzuki moved onto his other side for more, to let Muraki feel more of his body, to please himself with more feeling from that alluring hand.

Tsuzuki grunted softly as Muraki pressed his body against Tsuzuki's, continuing to pet the brunette in pleasing ways. He felt the hardness of Muraki's man fit almost perfectly against his buttocks and moaned a bit, arching his back to push himself against that flesh that taunted him so. Muraki's breath was soft against his ear, but warm and there when he whispered heatedly, "Is that what you want?" A hand against Tsuzuki's thigh pulled him closer to Muraki's shaft in a way that the doctor met with a thrust, making Tsuzuki moan loudly. "Is that what you desire, my angel?"

"Yes..." Tsuzuki moaned desperately. "Please...Take me..."

Suddenly, Muraki pushed Tsuzuki onto his stomach, hands caressing the brunette's chest as warm lips and pearl teeth nibbled away at Tsuzuki's ear. Groaning and blushing, Tsuzuki pushed himself up onto his elbows, feeling his rear make deeper contact with Muraki's hard groin. A hand went from Tsuzuki's chest to his waist, removing the belt as more kisses touched the back of his neck and shoulders. He shivered against Muraki's body as his pants and undergarments were pulled off.

That was the hand that worked Tsuzuki's erection as its twin started undressing Muraki. Tsuzuki groaned loudly, mumbling incoherant words as the cool hand stroked him, teased him, taunting his flesh in ways that made the brunette beg for more. And, Gods above, he wanted more so badly, he could almost taste the juices of their passion already. He heard cloth and metal from the belt slide down soft skin as Muraki undressed his lower half. Tsuzuki wanted to face him, wanted to see what was going inside him, but couldn't turn as a hand caressed his neck and a hard erection was pressed against the fold of the brunette's rump.

He was panting now, breathless from Muraki's hands, body, and hidden passions. Tsuzuki's eyes were closed tightly, but in his mind, he saw everything. He saw two sweating, near-naked bodies in the dim lighting of a candle-lit room. He saw the lust overcome the tenderness in Muraki's eyes as his lips kissed shoulders, neck, and ear. He saw Muraki's hand move from Tsuzuki's pre-cum erection back to the puckered flesh of his entrance to begin wetting him. The end was near, and he saw it.

"No..." Tsuzuki grunted when moist digits pressed against his skin. "Don't..."

There was a gentleness in Muraki's voice that Tsuzuki almost didn't recognize. "It'll hurt..."

"I don't care..." The brunette spoke with efforted breaths, as if he were about to lose himself. "Seduction and pain...are your gifts and pleasures...Muraki-kun..."

Muraki didn't answer. Instead, he pressed the tip of his pride against Tsuzuki's unprepared entrance. Without warning, he thrust himself in. Tsuzuki cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion, feeling as if he had been torn in half. He knew that something in him had torn and was bleeding, but also knew it would stop after a night's rest. The Shinigami lay on the bed panting, trying to will away the pain as Muraki remained inside him. Kisses touched his neck and shoulders as a hand found Tsuzuki's man again, a second hand over his chest. Fingers and hands worked nipple and erection, slowly wringing pleasure through the pain.

The doctor felt Tsuzuki's blood from the torn tract cover his pride and lubricate it. He smirked inwardly at a thought and slowly eased his way out. Tsuzuki whimpered at the loss, then cried out again as Muraki thrust in him quickly. This cry was louder as Muraki hit that sweet spot that made waves of pleasure shudder through Tsuzuki's body.

"Faster..." Tsuzuki panted as the feeling began to fade.

And Muraki complied. His hips ground faster against Tsuzuki's body, pulling out and thrusting back in, always hitting that sweet spot. Tsuzuki cried out with each thrust, Muraki's hand moving against Tsuzuki's pride in tune with his thrusts. The Shinigami moaned and shouted Muraki's name over and over, the doctor becoming mad with Tsuzuki's voice. The toxins of hormones and sweats driving him into an animalistic frenzy, moving him harder and faster against his desire.

"God yes!" Tsuzuki shouted as Muraki became more brutal in their passionate sex. Suddenly, he could no longer hold on. With one more thrust from Muraki, Tsuzuki shouted his lover's name loudly and the candles of the room went out as the Shinigami lost consciousness. The last thing he felt was Muraki hitting his climax within Tsuzuki's body.

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Tsuzuki groaned as he woke, the morning light pouring brightly onto his face and in his room. He was laying on his stomach, still wearing his torn work-shirt, and cleaned off from the night of passion. He looked around from where he lay, noting he was indeed in his room back at the Order of Hades. Tsuzuki closed his eyes, the pleasure/pain of the night before still linguring iniside him. He had stopped bleeding, and he noticed as he rolled onto his back, that there was no blood on his bed. Muraki must have brought me home after he woke...Tsuzuki thought sadly, touching his heart. Something in his heart hurt, and yearned to see the madman again.

He shook his head and sat up. The man glanced around and noticed on the nightstand beside him was a piece of cherry cheesecake and a glass of tea. Tsuzuki smiled. At least he was kind enough to leave me breakfast...Shakily, he stood and went to his coat, digging around his pockets for a spare plastic fork he always carried around in case of emergenices. He blinked when his fingers brushed something small and cold in a pocket.

A smile crossed the Shinigami's face as he pulled two buttons from his pocket.

~Owari