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Opportunity	By : psyca Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > Yaoi-Male/Male > Tatsumi/Watari Views: 2735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Opportunity
- 1
Tatsumi leaned back in his office chair with a weary sigh. Long fingers pushed up the heavy frames of his glasses, relieving the slight pressure on the bridge of his nose. The darkness of early evening pressed around him like a cool blanket, broken only by the yellow light of the green-shaded lamp on his desk. The shadow-master welcomed the quiet of the evening. It meant less distractions.
It was Friday night, and most of the denizens of Meifu had left to enjoy their weekends off. The Shokan division was particularly quiet, as very few night owls resided on staff. Thus Tatsumi was able to make a significant dent in the paperwork that had piled on his desk throughout the week.
He was somewhat surprised and disappointed that his only welcome distraction hadn’t arrived tonight. He hadn’t seen any of the whirlwind of golden hair and eyes in a labcoat that was his lover. Though Watari worked late like Tatsumi, he didn’t work as late, and often tried to get the dedicated secretary to come with him.
It was a game Watari played. Afternoon tea would bring a few minutes of the scientist prodding him in the breakroom about how much work he expected that evening. He would be left alone until seven or so, when mischievous eyes would peak around the corner of his office door. Watari would do his best to distract Tatsumi enough from his work to get him to come home. Sometimes it would be conversation, other times Watari would lean over his shoulder to see what he was working on, a curtain of silky gold brushing Tatsumi’s neck and hands like a live thing. That burnished mass of hair was one of his weaknesses, and his lover used it to his advantage.
Eight would bring a cheerful wave from the doorway, eyes promising more if he would leave his work behind. He often gave in at this point, the prospect of time with Watari more attractive than more hours with his ledger. Occasionally, the work was too pressing to leave behind. If he made it home by nine, he would find a warm pot of tea and Watari curled up on the couch in one of Tatsumi’s sweaters, the garment looking delightfully oversized on the younger man’s smaller frame. Later than ten, and he could look forward to a very naked (and often put-out) Watari in bed. He loved and dreaded those nights, knowing the distinct pleasure and lingering soreness of fielding the full force of his lover’s frustrated passion.
Tatsumi smiled for a moment, remembering other ways Watari had used his charms to seduce the normally disciplined secretary away from work. His passionate lover seemed to hold all the cards when it came to completely undoing his control. True, he had witnessed the look of abandon that came over the scientist when they were in the throes of lovemaking, but he could never catch the younger man off guard. He would love to see the flush of arousal on his unsuspecting lover’s face, see those golden eyes widen before darkening with passion. Tatsumi doubted he could ever be so casually seductive.
A glance at the clock on his desk showed almost eight o’clock. Tatsumi furrowed his brow for a moment, realizing he hadn’t seen Watari since noon. The scientist did get consumed by his work as well, but they still tried to have tea together no matter how busy things got. He eyed the stack of paperwork that still sat in his inbox. If he could get it done, he would enjoy his weekend more. Mild concern for the scientist warred with his dedication to work, held at a stalemate for some time.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small brown blur flying through the open transom above his door. He let out a startled ‘oof’ as it hit him directly in the chest and bounced back into his open hands.
003 blinked up at him for a moment, momentarily stunned by her impact with the shadow master’s chest. Giving herself a shake, she hopped a bit in his palm, hooting loudly. She launched into the air, flying around his head, still hooting.
Tatsumi stared at her dumbly. He was not well versed in owl. But he could see the agitation in the little bird’s movements. What could cause such distress?
Not amused by his lack of response, 003 landed on his shoulder and nipped his ear hard enough to draw blood. Tatsumi stood in surprise, hand clasped to the already healing wound. 003 hooted as if saying ‘finally,’ and flew towards the door, flying back to him and pulling on his tie when he didn’t follow fast enough.
Tatsumi shook his head wryly as he followed the little bird out of his office. Being ordered about by his lover’s owl was amusing. His eyes darkened as he continued following her on her unerring path to the laboratory. What if something had happened to Watari? True, shinigami were immortal, but there were still things that could bring them to harm. He hurried his steps so that he was almost even with 003.
As they arrived at the lab door, 003 disappeared through a little space above the door. Tatsumi turned the handle, anxiety rising when he found it locked. He banged on the door loudly.
“Watari, are you in there?”
There was nothing but silence.
“Watari! Answer me!”
“Seii?”
Tatsumi knew something was wrong if Watari was using his given name at work. He gathered his shadows to open the lock.
“I’m coming in.”
“Wait!” He paused at the strident note in his lover’s voice. “Are you alone?”
“Watari, it is eight o’clock on a Friday night. Who else would be here?”
“Please, Seii.”
“I am alone, and I am coming in.” His tone brokered no argument, and he heard none from the scientist.
The barest bit of concentration sent small threads of shadow into the lock, carefully turning the mechanism inside. He could just break the handle, but that would cost money to replace.
Relief flooded through him when the lock clicked. He turned the handle, blinking a little as his eyes adjusted from the dim hallway. An odd smell, odder than usual at least, permeated through the room. He turned from closing the door behind him, and froze to the spot at the sight that greeted him.
Watari was standing at one of the counters against the wall, arms covered just past the elbow with off-white foam. The foam looked like it had erupted from somewhere to the left of the scientist, covering the tabletop then spilling down to gather onto the floor. His left leg was covered from the knee down, and it seemed that white streaks of the stuff had stained his pants.
Tatsumi looked closer, noticing that the streaks on Watari’s pants weren’t the chemical. It was his skin. The garment was nearly shredded to the waist on that side, showing an enticing view of thigh and hip to his gaze. The labcoat and shirt underneath were similarly disintegrated, staying together only by the shoulder seams.
Watari looked over his shoulder at Tatsumi, and the shadow-master was caught by the vulnerable look on the man’s features. It sent an electric shock down his spine, settling in his trousers. Damn his lover looked good disheveled.
Shaking himself, he took a few steps forward, not wanting to get too close just yet. He wasn’t sure he could keep from touching Watari in a way he may not appreciate right now.
“Enma’s name, Watari, what happened here?” His voice came out a bit thicker than intended.
Watari blushed under his piercing gaze, and looked down at the mess that covered him, not moving an inch.
“Ah, yes, that.” Watari flushed a little further at the raised eyebrow that statement earned him. He took a deep breath.
“You see, I was working on a substance to dissolve organic fibers. Saya and Yuma had a case with some kind of vegetation demon, and I thought if I could offer the others some kind of backup protection from such things, it would be worthwhile. Something like demon mace. Particular to each demon of course, because you can’t throw water on a grease fire—”
“Watari,” Tatsumi warned, redirecting the scientist’s rant before it strayed too far.
“Right. Anyway, I was watching the mixture, when something went wrong.”
“Really.”
“Oh, shut up, Seii, and let me finish.”
Watari blanched a little at the frown that earned him.
“One minute the mixture was bubbling happily away, and the next it turned into piles and piles of foam. I was planning on delivering the substance under pressure, so it would come out like foam from a fire extinguisher, but for some reason it just reacted with the air. Next thing I knew, I was covered with the stuff, and it. . . urm, hardened.”
Tatsumi blinked.
“Hardened.”
“Um, plasticized, really. Terribly solid stuff. Which means that I’m. . .stuck.”
The secretary continued to deadpan his partner, but the wheels inside his head were turning in some very interesting directions.
“Stuck.”
Watari sighed in exasperation.
“Yes. Stuck. My arms, my left leg. The stuff even adhered to the table and floor, and as you can see, it’s eaten away at my clothing.”
Frustration was leaking into the man’s tone, and he tugged ineffectually on his imprisoned limbs.
“So, I’m half-naked and trapped by an experiment that, ironically, mostly does what it’s supposed to do, and I need your help to get free.”
A small smile worked its way across Tatsumi’s features. He let it grow wider with the rush of emotions that a bound Watari evoked in him. The need to claim what lay prepared before him began to override his thoughts. Who would have thought his lover’s predicament could be so appealing?
He slowly crossed the space between them, watching Watari’s features shift from exasperation to questioning at his silent approach. He did not stop until he stood within a breath of the younger man’s back, close enough to hear the increase in his breathing. Watari looked up at him, having to crane his neck awkwardly at the angle.
Tatsumi drew three fingers along the back of Watari’s sensitive neck, pulling the mass of golden hair over one shoulder as he went. He smiled in satisfaction as the scientist shivered. Watari may be the seducer in their relationship, but that didn’t mean Tatsumi was ignorant to his lover’s pleasure spots.
“I don’t know if I want you free just yet.”
Those captivating golden eyes widened at the comment, then slid closed as Tatsumi drew one hand up Watari’s exposed thigh. Watari’s breath caught as Tatsumi’s fingers brushed lightly along the sensitive skin at the crease of his hip.
“Is that. . . ah . . .so?” Watari answered, voice stuttering as Tatsumi traced up, across his hip and down to the skin just beneath his rear. The scientist opened his eyes again, desire replacing frustration in the warm depths.
“Yes.”
Tatsumi silenced any further conversation with a possessive kiss, demanding submission from the smaller man. Watari leaned his head back to be kissed deeply, head resting on Tatsumi’s shoulder. Tatsumi took full advantage of the pliant mouth, plundering with lips and teeth and tongue.
He did not pull away until he felt the scientist slump against him further. He took in desire-hazed eyes with satisfaction, darkly delighted that he put that look in Watari’s eyes.
As his lips trailed down to suck at Watari’s neck, Tatsumi’s hands began exploring the skin bared by the chemical, slipping through the ruined fabric to find nipples already peaked in excitement. He molded himself to his lover’s back, pressing his heavy erection into the firm backside. The blonde moaned in appreciation, rocking back against the hardness.
“Ah. . .it seems you . . . like me at your mercy,” Watari gasped between groans.
Tatsumi extracted one hand to grip Watari’s erection through what remained of his trousers. The young man let out a strangled cry of pleasure.
“You don’t seem to mind,” he replied, breath brushing over Watari’s ear as he gave a few teasing strokes to the straining flesh under his hand.
“I hardly think you gave me the opportunity to protest.” The words were softened by the scientist’s breathless tone and movement of his hips that sought more friction from Tatsumi’s hand.
Tatsumi gave Watari’s ear a strong nip, holding the man firm as he bucked lightly.
“I suggest you curtail your commentary, Yutaka, before I find a more creative use for your hair ribbon.”
Watari groaned, pressing himself as closely to his lover as possible. Tatsumi smirked into the younger man’s neck, soaking in the sensation of the scientist’s form shifting restlessly against him. He drew his hand away from Watari’s erection, enjoying the slight whimper that came out of those delightful lips. Tatsumi captured them beneath his own again, delving deep into his lover’s unique taste.
It was time to take this seduction a little further. Which meant Watari was wearing far too many clothes. Rather, what was left of them was in the way. Running his hands over his lover’s torso, Tatsumi mused for a moment on how best to proceed. Watari’s movements against him were pushing his own arousal higher, and he wasn’t sure how long his control would last. Neatness didn’t count now, as most of the scientist’s clothes were in shreds. Besides, the visual image of a disheveled, impassioned Watari was so very appealing.
Decision made, Tatsumi took one moment to retrieve the small bottle of lotion that his lover always carried in his labcoat and put it in his suit pocket. Large hands closed over the shoulder seam of the white garment and pulled. The sound of tearing threads was accompanied by a slight squawk from Watari.
“Hey! That was my coat!”
Tatsumi let the ruined fabric pool around Watari’s right arm where it emerged from the binding foam.
“I doubt you’ll be using it any longer,” Tatsumi said, repeating his action on the snug shirt underneath.
Another sound of protest left Watari’s lips, more muted this time. A shudder rippled down the blonde’s form as his skin was exposed. He tensed fractionally as Tatsumi undid his belt and pulled it from his trousers.
“Seii?”
Tatsumi stopped at the questioning tone in his lover’s voice. He wrapped his arms around the lean torso in front of him, winding fingers in the golden mane that hung within reach. He placed a kiss on the junction of Watari’s neck and shoulder, feeling how the man relaxed into the embrace.
“Let me make you feel good, Yutaka. You’re irresistible like this, I can’t help myself.”
He punctuated his words with a light nip to the skin under his lips, and ran large hands over the expanse of skin beneath them.
Watari shuddered at the sensation. He turned his head, and eyes begged for a kiss that Tatsumi was only too happy to give.   The secretary poured all his desire into that kiss, swallowing the moan that slid from the scientist’s lips. He delighted in the dazed look in Watari’s eyes as they parted.
Taking his lover’s pliant stance as a cue to continue, Tatsumi tore the waistband of the ruined trousers, letting the fabric drop to the floor around Watari’s free ankle. He stepped back a pace to observe his prize. Desire shot through him like molten fire at the sight. Watari’s body was stunning, and the light struggle he gave made muscles tense and play along his back, legs and ass. His golden hair was swept over one shoulder, the ends peeking out around his waist.
Watari turned his head, lust swirling in his amber gaze as he noted Tatsumi’s scrutiny. He arched his back a little and thrust his hips forward, tempting the secretary even more.
Tatsumi quickly molded his body along the length of Watari’s, clothed arousal pressing hard against him.    It was unbelievably erotic and frustrating to be caressing his nude lover while fully clothed. Blunt nails trailed down Watari’s sides, one hand shifting to tangle in the golden curls above his straining erection. The other teased down the seam of his leg. The scientist bucked and groaned when that hand gently caressed his sac.
Tatsumi brought the hand not cupping his lover back up the smooth chest, holding the struggling form tightly to him. He continued upward, pressing two fingers against Watari’s panting lips. He groaned himself as Watari eagerly sucked them into his mouth, pleasuring them as if they were Tatsumi’s cock.
The lower hand moved to firmly stroke Watari’s erection, Tatsumi matching the light thrusting movements of his hand to the fingers in Watari’s mouth. Watari moaned louder around the digits, panting as his increased movements spurned more friction from Tatsumi’s hand.
The secretary removed his fingers, tracing damp trails down Watari’s neck and around his sensitive nipples. Watari jerked as Tatsumi pinched and rolled the nubs between his fingers. The hand on his cock slowed, thumb passing over the head in teasing motions as it spread moisture from the slit. The scientist tried to get Tatsumi to increase the pace by thrusting more into his grasp, but the man merely loosened his hold.
Tatsumi continued to tease Watari with sucking kisses and nips to his neck and shoulder, alternating hard and soft caresses to his torso and light stroking of his now weeping erection. The blonde writhed beautifully in his arms, making Tatsumi hard as glass inside his suit pants.
Finally, the scientist turned pleading, passion-laden eyes on Tatsumi.
“Please, Seii, I need to feel you.”
Never one to deny his lover the pleasure he desired, Tatsumi removed his hands to swiftly unbutton his coat and undo his belt. He sighed in relief as he opened his pants, relieving the pressure on his ready erection. Lotion was spread quickly along his fingers, and he teased at Watari’s opening to prepare him.
“Now, Seii, please!”
Tatsumi ignored his plea, not wanting to hurt Watari. He soon had three fingers scissoring inside his lover, who was by now shaking with desire. Tatsumi avoided his lover’s prostate, knowing it would set the man off too soon. He wanted to be inside of him during their climax.
A moment to slick himself, and he began pressing into Watari’s welcoming heat. Tatsumi hooked Watari’s free leg over one arm, spreading him open further. Watari panted and groaned at the motion, pressing back to take as much of Tatsumi as possible with his limited mobility.
Tatsumi rested his head against Watari’s shoulder once he was fully seated inside his lover. The sensation of velvet heat around his cock was almost too much. Taking a shuddering breath, he began a steady, pounding rhythm that Watari eagerly matched. The scientist cried aloud as Tatsumi’s hand returned to his neglected erection, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Desire wound higher as Tatsumi increased his pace.   Watari tensed and gasped his name as he changed his angle to hit the scientist’s prostate. Tatsumi hit that spot over and over, thrusting faster into Watari until a harsh cry was wrung from the blonde’s lips. The vision of Watari straining against his imprisonment combined with the clenching of him around Tatsumi’s erection threw the secretary into a powerful orgasm. The world whited out around him, filled only with the sensation of skin, heat and release.
Watari collapsing against him brought him back to earth, arms tightening to support his spent lover. Tatsumi panted himself, enjoying the scent of Watari’s damp hair beneath his nose. He reluctantly pulled out of the scientist’s body and lowered his leg to the floor, but did not release him from his embrace.
After several moments, Watari spoke.
“Gods, Seii.”
Tatsumi chuckled, placing a kiss behind the blonde’s ear.
“I said I would make you feel good. I keep my promises.”
Watari turned a sated smile on him.
“That you do.” He cleared his throat a little. “Not to ruin the moment, but I’m still stuck. Not that I don’t enjoy being bound at your mercy, but next time I’d be happy to try more conventional restraints.”
Tatsumi chuckled and blushed simultaneously, a little sheepish at having taken advantage of Watari in such a way. But the thought of seeing his lover bound again sent a lazy curl of possessive desire running through him.
“Hold still,” he replied. Watari obliged.
Concentrating on his powers, Tatsumi sent thin tendrils of shadow along Watari’s arms to get in between them and the hardened foam.   It took some maneuvering, but he was able to expand them enough to create enough room for Watari to remove his arms. The man sighed in relief as the process was repeated on his leg.
Tatsumi wasted no time in turning his lover to face him, kissing him senseless. The feel of Watari’s hands tangling in his shirt was most welcome.
When he pulled away, he forced his face into cool blankness. However, he couldn’t keep the teasing glint out of his eyes.
“Do shadows count as ‘conventional restraints?’”
Watari grinned slowly, heat returning to his gaze.
“I think I can make an exception.”
Tatsumi’s chuckle was lost as the blonde pulled him in for another kiss.
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