A New Perspective
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Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,957
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Half-dressed confrontation
Disclaimer: We already know they're not mine. Tis a sad, sad thing.
He looked so peaceful sleeping....
The thought played lightly across Tatsumi's consciousness as he watched his coworker sleeping. Rubbing his forehead, he cursed silently to himself. He moved his hands apart until he was massaging his temples, trying to rid himself of the last of his headache.
He didn't know how long Tsuzuki had been asleep in his bed. He didn't remember making it home, much less if he and the beautiful shinigami had done anything.
Oh, this was bad. This was why he had removed Tsuzuki as his partner, because he didn't want to bed up here, in his bed, with Tsuzuki. Well, in all honesty he did want to, but not like this, that was for sure. This situation was a nightmare and a fantasy combined into one.
Shaking his head to clear the tantalizing thought from his mind, he headed to his bathroom for a shower. He was still in the clothes from last night, which at least that meant he and Tsuzuki didn't do anything they would both regret. He felt very dirty, probably the atmosphere from the club. Closing the bathroom door, Tatsumi discarded his vest, letting the expresso brown fabric flutter to the ground like a wounded bird. shi shirt was next, the crisp white clothing pooling gracefully at his feet. Next stepping out of the puddle his pants made, he approached the shower. The sound of the water was soothing to him once he turned the faucet on. Steam arose from the shower in tentative tendrils. He let it run for awhile, building the steam up to soupy gray clouds. Little cold water was added, and he sighed from the strongly heated water as it assaulted his skin.
Soothing. Just what he needed.
String ing sleepily and yawning, Tsuzuki opened his eyes. His brain attacked him immediately with the fact that he was in Tatsumi's bed and the last thing that had happened before he had fallen asleep was cuddling! He sat up abruptly, quickly glancing around. No one was there.
Gods! What if Tatsumi had gotten up, still drunk, last night and accidentally fallen out of the window. A quick check proved his panicky thought impossible. The windows were closed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his head silently. So where was the shadow master then? He was sitting for nearly ten minutes before he realized the faint noise he heard in the background was the shower. Sighing in relief, he shrugged out of his coat, which had been twisted about him uncomfortably in various states of sleep. He was rubbing the back of his neck and grumbling to himself when he heard the shower cut off. Standing and stretching, Tsuzuki sighed. He hoped Tatsumi didn't have too much of a hangover, the poor guy. That's what he got for drinking too much.
Tsuzuki looked up in time to see Tatsumi walking out of his bathroom, only in a towel. His jaw dropped open in surprise. Tatsumi actually took his clothes off?! For some reason Tsuzuki couldn't imagine the calm, quiet secretary in anything other than a suit. Not even bathing trunks. He just didn't see it, until now!
Tatsumi's mouth was partly open, a hazy look in his eyes. He skin was flushed, beads of moisture still clinging to his flawless skin.
"I thought you would still be asleep.." the secretary murmured, a hand moving to grasp the waist of his towel, which was slung dangerously low on his hips.
Brain function ceased for the brunette as he stared at the other man. It figured Tatsumi would be hiding a body like that. The gathering of steam poured out behind him, creating an ethereal effect upon the whole scene. Tsuzuki found himself wondering what the droplets of water on Tatsumi's warm flesh would taste like. His mind spun out a whole series of images to go along with that one thought.
When his eyes focused again, Tatsumi had suddenly gone from across the room to standing very close to him. Their noses were almost touching.
"You should have stayed sleeping, Tsuzuki-san."
"Wha-?" the shinigami asked, the last of his question cut off by the soft pressure of Tatsumi kissing him. Unable to stop himself, he placed his hands on the wet chest before him, delighting in the moisture under his fingertips.
The towel was left to fend for itself as Tatsumi dove his fingers into the agent's thick brown hair. It rode lower on his hips, but he didn't care. Tsuzuki emitted a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a sigh, and pulled away.
"T-tatsumi, what are you doing?"
"I don't know," the secretary murmured, ghosting his lips over Tsuzuki's as he spoke. His tongue slipped out and tasted the lips before him. They were sweet and yielding, coaxing his tongue to come in further. The day had been a fine one to wake up to.
He looked so peaceful sleeping....
The thought played lightly across Tatsumi's consciousness as he watched his coworker sleeping. Rubbing his forehead, he cursed silently to himself. He moved his hands apart until he was massaging his temples, trying to rid himself of the last of his headache.
He didn't know how long Tsuzuki had been asleep in his bed. He didn't remember making it home, much less if he and the beautiful shinigami had done anything.
Oh, this was bad. This was why he had removed Tsuzuki as his partner, because he didn't want to bed up here, in his bed, with Tsuzuki. Well, in all honesty he did want to, but not like this, that was for sure. This situation was a nightmare and a fantasy combined into one.
Shaking his head to clear the tantalizing thought from his mind, he headed to his bathroom for a shower. He was still in the clothes from last night, which at least that meant he and Tsuzuki didn't do anything they would both regret. He felt very dirty, probably the atmosphere from the club. Closing the bathroom door, Tatsumi discarded his vest, letting the expresso brown fabric flutter to the ground like a wounded bird. shi shirt was next, the crisp white clothing pooling gracefully at his feet. Next stepping out of the puddle his pants made, he approached the shower. The sound of the water was soothing to him once he turned the faucet on. Steam arose from the shower in tentative tendrils. He let it run for awhile, building the steam up to soupy gray clouds. Little cold water was added, and he sighed from the strongly heated water as it assaulted his skin.
Soothing. Just what he needed.
String ing sleepily and yawning, Tsuzuki opened his eyes. His brain attacked him immediately with the fact that he was in Tatsumi's bed and the last thing that had happened before he had fallen asleep was cuddling! He sat up abruptly, quickly glancing around. No one was there.
Gods! What if Tatsumi had gotten up, still drunk, last night and accidentally fallen out of the window. A quick check proved his panicky thought impossible. The windows were closed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his head silently. So where was the shadow master then? He was sitting for nearly ten minutes before he realized the faint noise he heard in the background was the shower. Sighing in relief, he shrugged out of his coat, which had been twisted about him uncomfortably in various states of sleep. He was rubbing the back of his neck and grumbling to himself when he heard the shower cut off. Standing and stretching, Tsuzuki sighed. He hoped Tatsumi didn't have too much of a hangover, the poor guy. That's what he got for drinking too much.
Tsuzuki looked up in time to see Tatsumi walking out of his bathroom, only in a towel. His jaw dropped open in surprise. Tatsumi actually took his clothes off?! For some reason Tsuzuki couldn't imagine the calm, quiet secretary in anything other than a suit. Not even bathing trunks. He just didn't see it, until now!
Tatsumi's mouth was partly open, a hazy look in his eyes. He skin was flushed, beads of moisture still clinging to his flawless skin.
"I thought you would still be asleep.." the secretary murmured, a hand moving to grasp the waist of his towel, which was slung dangerously low on his hips.
Brain function ceased for the brunette as he stared at the other man. It figured Tatsumi would be hiding a body like that. The gathering of steam poured out behind him, creating an ethereal effect upon the whole scene. Tsuzuki found himself wondering what the droplets of water on Tatsumi's warm flesh would taste like. His mind spun out a whole series of images to go along with that one thought.
When his eyes focused again, Tatsumi had suddenly gone from across the room to standing very close to him. Their noses were almost touching.
"You should have stayed sleeping, Tsuzuki-san."
"Wha-?" the shinigami asked, the last of his question cut off by the soft pressure of Tatsumi kissing him. Unable to stop himself, he placed his hands on the wet chest before him, delighting in the moisture under his fingertips.
The towel was left to fend for itself as Tatsumi dove his fingers into the agent's thick brown hair. It rode lower on his hips, but he didn't care. Tsuzuki emitted a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a sigh, and pulled away.
"T-tatsumi, what are you doing?"
"I don't know," the secretary murmured, ghosting his lips over Tsuzuki's as he spoke. His tongue slipped out and tasted the lips before him. They were sweet and yielding, coaxing his tongue to come in further. The day had been a fine one to wake up to.