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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-Phoenix
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 14-part 14
- 15-part 15
- 16-part 16
- 9
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- 11
"Rikugo..."
Fiery red eyes burned themselves into his as he was pushed against the
wall the moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind them. Hands
on his body, everywhere at the same time, almost tearing the clothes off
his body.
"Ryu... wait a second... stop!" He caught the roaming hands, effectively
stopping their frantic movement. "Not that I don't appreciate this, but
what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Isn't that obvious? I want you, Rikugo. Now."
He froze.
'I want you now, Rikugo. I know you want it, too.'
'You know what I'm here for, Rikugo. '
Or just a look from dark blue eyes, telling him exactly what was expected
of him...
"Rikugo?"
"No. Ryu, not like this. Let's take our time."
"Time? Time?! You kept me waiting for so long now... I want you, don't
you get me?"
He looked into the demonic red eyes of a being that was neither man
nor demon; eyes that could blaze in barely contained fury -- yes, he had
noticed -- or sparkle with amusement; eyes that spoke of a longer time
of loneliness than he could even start to imagine. He had come to love
those expressive eyes, love the man, despite the crime that had been caused
by an error of judgment. An error he himself wasn't free of, too.
"Yes, I get you," he said softly. "I understand you, Ryu. But
I can't do it like this."
"You mean you don't want to."
Rikugo let go of the wrists to slide his hands over the slender body,
pulling the man against him, making perfectly clear that he wanted to.
"Of course I want to, Ryu."
The kiss was long, deep and sweet and when it ended they were horizontal.
"Then take me, Rikugo," the Count whispered.

Rikugo took his time -- not that Ryu really needed it, but he wanted
to make it good for him. It was music to Rikugo's ears to hear the other
man's breathy moans and exclamations of want and need. He loved to see
those fiery red eyes cloud with desire, watch Ryu writhe underneath him
and loved to hear the sounds he was making when coherence fled him and
he was reduced to simply feeling. He had no idea how much experience Ryu
really had, but when he prepared him he was as careful as if he were a
novice, though Ryu was protesting. And only after he had done that
thoroughly he allowed the other man to roll onto his stomach. One leg pulled
up Ryu looked at him over a shoulder, and he slowly blanketed the slender
body, biting his lower lip as he minutely buried himself into the tight
heat. Ryu closed his eyes and hissed, but didn't show any other sign
of discomfort. Rikugo waited, stroking the other man's quivering flank.
Ryu moaned under him, hips bucking, and Rikugo took this as encouragement
to move. Wrapping one arm around his lover's waist, he pulled Ryu
close to his body, adjusting the angle until he felt the answering tremor
run through the slender body, heard the sharp intake of breath. He
pulled his lover's fingers from the pillow he had been clutching, entwining
their fingers.
Ryu moaned once more, hips jerking again.
"Rikugo ... now, please ... "
The astrologer didn't need any more encouragement, picking up his speed,
listening to every gasp and moan that indicated his lover was getting closer
and closer to the point of no return. And only when Ryu hoarsely
screamed into the pillow, shaking with the force of his completion Rikugo
allowed himself to let go, too.

Slowly coming back from his coital high and still breathing hard Rikugo
felt the man he held in his arms tremble. Taking a closer look Rikugo
froze in shock. Tears were streaming down the handsome face of the other
man, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and his breathing hiccupped with the effort
of not sobbing.
"Ryu?"
Stroking over the soft black hair Ryu only shook harder. With a desperate
sounding sob the man turned, wrapping himself tightly around Rikugo. Face
buried at his shoulder Rikugo felt the wetness stream down his skin.
"Ryu? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No," came the muffled answer, "gods, no."
"Then what's wrong, Ryu? You're scaring me."
There was only a suppressed sobbing sound and Rikugo couldn't do anything
but hold his desperate lover close, waiting for the emotional turmoil to
settle.
It did settle after some time and Rikugo looked into the finely cut
face that he had seen so often already, but he would always delight in
seeing it again. Ryu had been born of noble blood and it showed in his
bearings, his demeanor, even after such long centuries of imprisonment.
He was pale, his skin smooth and unblemished, the hair of a deep black
color. Fine eyebrows swung like raven wings over blood red eyes that spoke
of the demon hidden underneath the deceptively soft shell of a beautiful
human being. No scars, no marks, nothing marred his body; a body that was
nicely proportioned, so perfect, so finely toned. All a reminder of the
deal Ryu had made millennia ago.
The astrologer ran a gentle caress along the sharply cut cheekbone,
down the jaw line, then leaned forward and kissed the other man, feeling
the pliable lips open under his gentle assault. Arms wrapped around his
waist, drew him closer, molding them together, and he increased his loving
attack.
Ryu moaned softly, trembling ever so slightly. Rikugo held them together,
held him tightly in his embrace, and whispered, "Sleep."
Red eyes, heavy lidded and so very exhausted, followed the order and
closed completely.
"Stay," Ryu whispered a soft plea.
"I will. I promise."
And he would. He wouldn't leave this man alone this time, aware of how
vulnerable he was at the moment.
Ryu's body relaxed in his hold and Rikugo just watched him sleep.
° ° °
Rikugo knew he had started to smile a lot more now, that he was happier,
inside and outside, and the others began to notice. Especially when he
stopped evading Byakko and managed a civil conversation with the wind God,
instead of drawing back, making excuses, and disappearing out of the younger
shikigami's presence.
He was slowly but surely coming to terms with what had happened, and
while he still had memories flashing forward, refusing to leave him alone,
he now had something else to hold on to.
Thinking of Ryu throughout the days he was doing his job in GensouKai
was almost normal now. He thought of his lover, his smiles, his eyes, the
soft tenor of the voice, the way he could be both incredibly strong but
also vulnerable. He thought about the man he had gotten to know by now,
about the man he still wanted to get to know better, about the past of
this hurt soul that served an eternal sentence.
About the man he had started to sleep with. He was visiting Meifu on
a regular basis now, and not every time he was stopping at his master's
place. Tsuzuki had made it clear that it wasn't necessary; that he could
visit his lover whenever he wanted to.

And he wanted.
Ryu was a lonely soul and a gentle lover, taking in every caress
and soft touch like a dried out flower would take in water.
Two thousand years.
Without any contact except for the occasional visit. An eternity without
human touch.
In Rikugo's eyes there was no such thing as an eternal penance. In Rikugo's
eyes the penance was the true crime -- but that had happened in his
realm, too, hadn't it? Ryu had done nothing truly wrong, just made an error
in judgment, and many did that each and every day. There were worse crimes
than Ryu's, but Enma-Daiou had warranted the deeds with a life-sentence.
Rikugo mused about what had made this special man in his life survive
for so long, and so intact as he was. True, Ryu was fragmented, with shattered
parts, with corners of his mind that played with perversion, that had seen
horrible things, that had done horrible things in the solitary confinement
of the palace, but there was still the core that was intact. Ryu couldn't
play the man in need of love, of companionship, and be someone completely
else underneath. The Count was the man with the mask, but Ryu was the soul
underneath, hoping and maybe still even dreaming.
Sitting over the scrolls, Rikugo scribbled down a few notes when he
noticed a powerful aura draw near. There was no mistaking his visitor and
when the tall, regal figure of the sky dragon entered the study, Rikugo
looked up with a neutral expression. They might not be at each other's
throat day by day now, but he still was wary of any occasion that brought
Sohryu into his home.
"Sohryu," he greeted the leader of GensouKai, putting enough civility
and respect in it not to rile up the man upon his entry.
"Rikugo."
Blue-gray eyes swept around the room, determining they were alone, then
Sohryu shut the doors.
"We need to talk."
Onyx eyes glanced over the reading glasses, then Rikugo shrugged inwardly.
He wasn't aware of anything that had happened lately.
"Care to explain your regular visits to Meifu?" Sohryu asked coldly.
Rikugo's eyebrows shot down in a steep 'v'. "I don't have to explain
anything to you, Sohryu," he answered, voice equally frigid. "This is my
private business."
The cold eyes regarded him darkly. "I understand you need distance from
what has happened, but don't you think you're taking it a bit far?"
Rikugo glared. "I can come and go to Meifu as I please. Our master has
allowed me to enter his world as I see the need for."
"Is it the continuing need for distance from Byakko or the need for
a sexual adventure?"
Rikugo felt his breath catch in his throat. Sohryu just smirked.
"There is little that I don't know, Rikugo."
The astrologer snorted in disgust. Right.
"So what is it, Rikugo? Looking for companionship?"
He let the scroll roll shut. "What if I do? What's it to you, Sohryu?
Jealous? I doubt it because you already found someone else!"
He rose abruptly, old emotions boiling up again.
"Leave Terazuma out of this!" the dragon snapped.
"Why should I when you bring in my private affairs? Why would you be
interested anyway? We are over, Sohryu! You had your chance!"
The dragon frowned and Rikugo inhaled sharply, feeling the emotions
rise exponentially.
"You didn't ask about me when you ended us. You didn't care. Why now?
Thinking about ditching your shinigami lover? Well, don't come running
back to me because I'm not your toy! I'm not to be used, thrown away, and
unearthed when you need me!" the blond shikigami yelled.
He pushed past the other man, trying to leave, but then a hand clamped
around his arm.
"Rikugo..."
Power gathered, coiled around him, and he glared at the highest of the
four Gods, daring him to take the last step.
"You were never a toy for me, Rikugo," Sohryu said softly. "Never."
"Don't lie to me, dragon! You had no emotions, no intentions but a good
time, and it was a long time coming that you would let me fall again!"
Rikugo snarled.
Blue eyes widened. "Rikugo..."
But the astrologer didn't listen. He just tore out of the grasp and
left, emotions erupting in an angry yell that was so completely unlike
him. He had forgotten about Sohryu, about what had been fledgling feelings
despite the hatred and disgust, but now... now it was coming back. Damn
that dragon!
He had never loved the other man. He had never hated him either. It
had been a relationship born of need and lust, but Rikugo had felt something
come to life, something that wanted more, but it had been quickly smothered.
He had craved love and had gotten a quick fuck from the highest of the
four Gods. Great. And he had allowed himself to become... fond of him.
Rikugo gnashed his teeth together.
Those emotions should have died. They should have been buried. There
was someone else in his life now and Ryu's feelings were true. The need
was not a game, the warm expression in the red eyes without pretense.
Sohryu -- Ryu. Rikugo laughed humorlessly at the irony of his lovers'
names.
The Count claimed he was emotionally screwed, but what was Rikugo? He
had slept with the man he opposed politically at every turn, the man he
disliked immensely, and he had started to feel something softer throughout
their encounters.
Great.
Sighing explosively, the blond shikigami stopped and looked around.
He hadn't even noticed where he had gone off to. It was the small landscaped
garden behind the palace. Finding a bench, he settled his tall frame on
it, looking into the small lake that was home to multi-colored Koi fish.

Sohryu had felt the aura flare, had seen the anger in those black eyes,
and he knew he had been seconds away from facing Rikugo in a true battle,
but the astrologer had reined in his temper -- a temper Sohryu had never
thought the other man really had -- and he had left.
The words still echoed in the dragon's mind.
Had Rikugo... felt something for him? And if so, had Sohryu ever felt
something in return? Had he ever gone into their encounters with anything
but the primal need to satisfy his nether instincts?
Blue eyes grew distant. Yes, maybe. There had been little sparks, but
nothing definite. Seeing the lithe form writhe underneath him, hearing
the cries of pleasure, the breathy moans, hearing the gasps, hearing his
name. He had taken what he had wanted to, but there had been more from
time to time. And after meeting Hajime... he had come back a few more times,
and each encounter had been gentler than before.
Sohryu closed his eyes and shook his head.
Water under the bridge...
He was faithful to Terazuma. He loved the shinigami and wouldn't stray,
and he doubted Rikugo would ever allow Sohryu to touch him again that way.
He had made that clear already, a while ago, and Sohryu didn't feel the
need to come back here.
But to know that Rikugo had developed fledgling feelings... to think
of what could have been.
It never would have worked, he thought. They were at their best when
fighting each other, when lashing out...
Only... only when he remembered catching Rikugo as he collapsed after
keeping Touda alive for so long... looking at the fragile and vulnerable
form of the so strong shikigami, hearing his harsh breaths, seeing him
wince in pain when Taimo touched him...
Confess it, Sohryu thought darkly, there could have been more
if you hadn't found the one you love, if Hajime hadn't come to GensouKai.
But not now. Now he had struck out again, had landed another blow, and
all he had wanted to know was if there was a kernel of truth to the rumors
flying around GensouKai. Rikugo must have found someone in Meifu, but so
far no one had seen anyone with their resident astrologer here in GensouKai.
So he only visited, he never brought anyone with him.
Sohryu rubbed his slightly aching head. If the person in question was
a shinigami, maybe he could ask Tsuzuki the next time the young man came
here for his visits. Or he could carefully set Touda onto it.
He pushed that thought away.
No, leave it as it was. He had already made a small mess; making it
bigger wasn't in his plans. He would wait and see.
Patience.
It would be the best advice right now.

tbc...
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