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Shades and Shadow	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 3504 -:- 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-Shades and Shadow
- 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
- 17-part 17
- 18-part 18
- 13
- 14
- 15
Changing the bandages was normally a job for servants, but Byakko
hadn't let anyone touch Touda except Tsuzuki and himself. The fire shikigami
had gotten used to the quiet, competent way his host changed the wrappings,
palpated the healing wound, would rub the ointment into his skin. Lately
it was getting harder, though. A lot harder.

Touda sat still, almost like a rock, as Byakko went about changing
the bandages for today. The wound was closed, the stitches removed, but
the healing skin was not yet strong enough to undergo great stress, like
moving around a lot, so Byakko insisted that Touda take it easy. Taking
it easy meant more bed rest, some strolls through the wind shikigami's
palace, and having the cheerful tiger as a companion.

It wasn't actually bad, he mused, then cut off that line of thought.

It was bad! He was independent and here he sat, waited on hand and
foot because he was weak.

"There," Byakko announced, petting the freshly bandaged chest very
lightly. "You're done."

He smiled widely at Touda, who slowly and carefully pulled on the borrowed
shirt. It was black, thank you very much, but not like the style he was
used to. The fact that the visor was still off was both a relief and a
source of worry. The others were very much aware of his unrestrained condition
and while Byakko's place wasn't surrounded by guards, Touda knew Sohryu
had probably taken precaution.

Touda blinked when he noticed a pair of red eyes watching him intently.

�What?� he growled.

�It�s a shame,� Byakko said softly.

�What are you talking about, cat?�

�That you have to wear that visor again.�

Touda froze for a moment. �I�ve gotten accustomed to it. It was part
of the deal,� he finally rumbled.

He didn't like to be reminded of the visor, of the time in the near
future where he would be wearing it again. It wasn't so much about not
being able to access his powers than the way his senses would be shut down
again. He would be blind and deaf to the world of the shikigami. He could
barely feel the auras of the others and sometimes the visor was like a
cage.

�Sure, I know, but� you have beautiful eyes.�

With that Byakko turned and gathered the medical supplies, leaving
the room. Touda gaped, unable to grasp the words.

What?!
* * *
It was a nice, warm afternoon in Meifu and the cherries were in full
bloom � the cherries always bloomed in Meifu. Tsuzuki relaxed under his
favorite cherry tree, feeling content and one with the world, watching
the sun peek through the leaves and the soft breeze move the branches,
letting the Sakura petals dance. It was a rather lazy Saturday afternoon.
He briefly skimmed over the bond and finding Touda reasonable calm.

There was a movement to his left but Tsuzuki didn�t need to actually
look � he knew that it was Hisoka approaching him. The boy silently sat
down at his side and Tsuzuki acknowledged his presence with a smile.

Boy, yeah right.

Hisoka was a shinigami and just because he had died at a young age
meant his body would always be that of a sixteen year old. His mind was
a completely different matter, and in Tsuzuki�s opinion this boy had never
been a kid. He had been through a lot. But he was the only partner Tsuzuki
accepted, the only partner to accept Tsuzuki, to go along with him so well,
and they had been through a lot together lately, too. Tsuzuki felt warmth
curl inside of him just thinking of the other shinigami and having him
this close right now, especially after finally confessing what he felt�

They hadn't gone past first base just yet or 'still not gone past the
kissing stage' as Touda had commented last night. It was Hisoka who initiated
the encounters, Hisoka who touched him, and Tsuzuki was careful not to
startle the younger shinigami. He was an empath and he was rather sensitive
when his shields dropped or where not strong.

Tsuzuki was startled when he suddenly had an armful of shinigami curling
around him. He closed his arms around the smaller body involuntarily, feeling
a little shocked about the sudden outburst of � whatever. Usually Hisoka
didn�t seek his physical nearness and contact this way, not unless they
were in a real nasty situation. Even now after they had officially started
a private relationship there hadn't been more than the few kisses, hugs
� and they had hugged before -- that was it.

Step by step. Careful. Protective.

Hisoka would walk through the fires of hell for him, had actually done
that when he had stepped into Touda�s fire to get him back from the edge
of self destruction, an edge that would always be there, Tsuzuki knew.
He had held him, soothed and comforted him many times when his guilt and
shame had threatened to overwhelm him, rarely being the one in need.

Hisoka had his arm wrapped around his waist, head comfortably resting
on his chest, cuddling against him like a� lover, Tsuzuki, that�s what
you�d want him to be, right?

But he needed to be so careful�

�Hisoka?�

He could feel Hisoka�s body heat, the steady beating of his heart or
the rise and fall of his chest, the faint scent that rose from the blond
strands just in front of him. The younger shinigami snuggled closer and
somehow this worried Tsuzuki, making him wish he�d be the empath of the
pair.

�Are you okay?�

There was a long silence before Hisoka answered.

�I know you love me.�

Of course he did. He had confessed it to his partner. Not in so many
words, but he had.

Hisoka had always known what he had felt, even the deeply buried and
hidden emotions had overwhelmed him at first. Now the empath had more control
over his powers, could shield himself much more properly or even use his
powers actively. So there was no reason to deny.

"I do," Tsuzuki murmured.

�There�s something you need to know about me.�

Tsuzuki felt apprehension rise. Need to know? Hisoka had been abused,
mistreated, locked up as a child because of his powers, slowly killed by
a curse and was now a shinigami, an angel of death, sentenced to take lives
and souls, and all that as a very young age.

What else could there be?

�Muraki raped me.�

He felt like someone had pole-axed him. His mind went blank for a moment,
his heart skipped a beat and his stomach clenched.

What�? Why, how, where� when?!

�The night he carved that curse into my body.�

Tsuzuki squeezed his eyes shut, closing his arms more tightly around
the suddenly very fragile body in his arms, wanting to comfort, to heal,
make it all go away� shit, Hisoka had been thirteen back then! He felt
the boy shift in his arms and tried hard to get a grip on his boiling emotions,
not wanting to hurt the empath any further.

�It was� he enjoyed it, immensely. He� stripped me, and then he touched
me, everywhere, and it was almost gentle. He laughed when I pleaded him
to stop, let me go, as I swore that I�d be silent about what I�d seen.
And his emotions were so cold and yet jaded, and they seeped into me and
I couldn�t do anything. �

Tsuzuki stared into the friendly spring sky but it suddenly didn�t
appear so friendly anymore.

Gods, he didn�t want to hear this� but somehow he understood Hisoka
needed him to hear it.

�I cried and screamed when he touched me, intimately, and when he finally�
he was so big and it hurt so much. I didn�t lose consciousness. I prayed
for it but it didn�t happen. He flooded me, with his emotions and his seed,
and both burned like ice, cold and black.�

Hisoka didn�t cry. Maybe it would have been easier for Tsuzuki if he
had, if he hadn't told him the facts in this rather cold detached way.
Suddenly the younger shinigami looked up, vivid green eyes watching Tsuzuki
closely.

�Do you still love me?�

�You know I do,� Tsuzuki managed to whisper.

A small smile graced Hisoka�s lips as the empath nodded, and then he
suddenly bent down and placed a chaste kiss on Tsuzuki�s lips. Tsuzuki
answered it, daring to move his hands, caress the slender form in his arms
in a completely non-sexual way.

It was how they sat together, silent, just taking comfort in each other.
Tsuzuki had no iwhetwhether or not to ask questions, how Hisoka would react,
so he kept his silence and just enjoyed the nearness.

"Thank you," Hisoka murmured after a while.

He simply smiled and carefully placed a little kiss on one temple.
Hisoka sighed softly and closed his eyes, molded against the taller body
of his partner, so very much at ease.
* * *
By the end of the second week, Touda had recovered mostly. His strength
was back and he didn't tire out by just walking the length of the palace.
He didn't venture outside and he kept himself away from crowds. The servants
didn't seem frightened of him and treated him with the respect they also
showed their master.

Tsuzuki hadn't been able to come back to GensouKai. He was deeply involved
in a gruesome case that required his full attention. They communicated
through the bond and Touda enjoyed each and every moment.

Afternoons where Byakko was home were spent lazing around. It did him
a world of good, Touda knew. His body was only as healthy as it was now
because of the care and rest.

�Say, Touda,� Byakko said slowly, tail dancing.

Touda gazed at the tiger, who was currently lying on his stomach, holding
his head in his hands and appearing to fully concentrate on the soap opera
he had made Touda watch.

�What?�

�Are you a good kisser?�

Touda almost spilled the tea he was sipping, feeling as if his world
had just taken a hundred eighty degree loop.

�W-What?�

Red eyes sparkled with amusement. �You know, when you kissed Tsuzuki�
he seemed to� well� �

Touda groaned inwardly. Oh please, not again. It had been hard enough
to convince Tsuzuki to let matters rest, but now � it looked as if Byakko
was also thinking about the unfortunate topic.

"So, are you?" Byakko wanted to know when he kept his silence.

Touda growled softly, but it hadn't deterred the younger shikigami
in the past. Nothing much did. He was so much like Tsuzuki in so many regards.
There were so many layers to the man, so many emotions, so many confusing
sides. He was young, granted. Cheerful. Explorative. Energetic. Bouncy.
Child-like, even. And there was the other side. The power, the strength,
the sudden change from a smile to a determined expression. He was the Protector
of the West, a God, and he watched over one quarter of GensouKai.

Touda had never tried to get to know him. Byakko was simply the white
tiger, one of the other eleven shikigami of his master. Now, in the last
two weeks, he had steadily found that he wasn't simply the white tiger.
He was a friend, a protector, a sentinel, a guardian. He was his companion,
his nurse, his cook and his entertainer.

He simply was there.

He didn't run. He didn't see him as a burden.

And he hadn't judged him.

Byakko was open-minded, he wanted to be with Touda for the sake of
the man, didn't turn away because of his past. He didn't leave his care
to the servants.

And it had the fire serpent incredibly confused.

Now the question.

"I don't see where this is of any interest to you," Touda growled.

"Awww, come on!" Byakko sat up, tail twitching. "Please?"

He glared. Others had cowered under his cold eyes, but Byakko just
gave him a warm smile.

"You really floored Tsuzuki, so I guess you do have a talent," the
tiger teaser ruthlessly. "Then again, our master has little experience,
so� mph!"

Touda had no idea why he had done it. He had simply reacted to the
proximity, the nearness of the warm body who had shared bed space with
him so many times before. He reacted to the teasing words, the need to
shut this man up. And he had reacted to the man. Touda looked down on the
young tiger, the lithe body now not hidden under layers of clothing � given
that he didn�t wear as many layers as some of the other high ranking shikigami
when they were �on duty�, for example Sohryu. Huge red eyes glanced at
him, and he simply reacted.

Byakko was pushed back onto the bed, too surprised by the attack to
resist or fight back. Touda's hands were on the slender shoulders, clenching
into the soft fabric of his overcoat. His lips were crushing Byakko's,
his tongue forcing itself on the wind shikigami �

-- and then it met its counterpart. Byakko opened up under the invasive
force, countered it, and his own hands clawed at the powerful arms of the
serpent.

Touda was only aware of the length of heat underneath him, the slender
form he was holding down, kissing him, tasting him� Part of him, a small
part of him, told him he was pinning Byakko down, was kneeling over his
thighs, that the tiger was clinging to him like there was no tomorrow,
kissing him enthusiastically.

He finally drew back. Golden eyes, flaring with energy, met red ones
that responded in kind. Byakko's lips looked swollen, ravaged, his face
flushed, his hair even wilder than before. His tail lay limp, only the
tip twitching. Touda was breathing hard, almost panting, staring down at
the young tiger.

Something inside him stirred.

Something he hadn�t felt in ages. The belt of Byakko�s robe had given
way, the robe itself was parted slightly, revealing some of the tiger�s
soft skin, and Touda felt the sudden urge to run his hand over that skin,
pull the robe away and have his way with the wind shikigami.

Fingers curled around his wrist, taking his hand and gently pushed
it under that robe, over Byakko�s thigh�

Touda�s eyes widened when he touched the other shikigami, saw Byakko
close his eyes for a second and sigh softly before he looked at him again.

�Oh yes,� he whispered, �you are a good kisser.�

Long legs parted and Touda closed his fingers around Byakko�s arousal,
feeling hips twitch under him. A hand was wandering over his own body,
stopping at his waistline while red eyes questioned him - and he
bent down to claim those lips again, groaning when Byakko�s hand slid between
his own thighs.
*
Golden eyes looked at the man sharing bed space with him, taking in
the sated, red eyes, the smooth features, the pleased smile. Touda studied
the tiger as his own body was coming down from a high he hadn�t experienced
in centuries. He tingled, he felt excited, he was warm and relaxed and
sated� all because of this man.

This naked man. He had never seen Byakko without any clothes and what
lay hidden underneath the silky layers was a whip-like body, sinewy, lithe,
well-muscled, but a lot more slender than himself. There was barely an
excess fat anywhere, the skin was toned, soft, and hairless. Only that
infuriating tail, that fluffy addition, had any. Well, a lot actually.
And he liked them.

�How did you know I was interested?� Touda asked, unable to grasp why
Byakko had even considered having sex with him.

�The moment you kissed me both your aura and your pheromone level flared
sky high,� Byakko answered, snuggling against him.

That long tail twitched over his naked thigh and Touda grasped it,
drawing a pleased little purr. He wrapped an arm around the naked body,
noticing the heat the tiger was radiating. Totally cat, he mused, feeling
how his eyelids slowly slid shut. He decided not to fight it � he was still
healing after all.

�Next time,� he thought he heard Byakko whisper lazily at his shoulder,
�I want you for real.�

But maybe he had been mistaken.
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