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Just One Night	By : Heynchan Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 4552 -:- 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.

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Title:Just One Night, Chapter 2

Anime: Yami no Matsuei

Paring: Muraki/Tsuzuki

Warnings: Yaoi (duh!), Lemon and all
that goes with it...

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Don't own 'em, just borrowing!

A/N: Onto our lemony goodness. I'm
amazed that I wrote so much on this chapter, that the sex took so
long, that I've divided it into two chapters. The third chapter is
coming up as soon as I can get it typed and edited. Enjoy!

-jailaheyn

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Tsuzuki gasped as he felt
lips gliding across his neck and a pair of
hands slowly parting his dress shirt. Muraki wasted no time in
nipping his way down Tsuzuki's collarbone, leaving little red marks
where his teeth had been, biting hard at the junction where neck and
shoulder met. The sudden hard pain made Tsuzuki jump and clamp his
lips together. He was determined not to moan, never moan, never to
vocalize how that talented mouth made him feel.

The ride to wherever they
were (Muraki refused to tell him their final location) was a fuzzy
blur, thanks to the wine he'd consumed and
the sensual workings of the pale doctor's hands in the back of the
limo. Now they were in a bedroom, and Muraki had him shoved onto a
bed before he could realize what was happening.

Muraki chuckled lightly
at the conflicted look on the smaller man's face.

“My dear Asato, why
don't you let yourself go? I want to hear your every gasp.”
He paused to tease an exposed nipple with his tongue.

Biting back another moan,
Tsuzuki muttered, “You wanted me unresisting. You never said I
had to enjoy it.”

Muraki slowly slid back
up to Tsuzuki's face, until their were eye-to-eye.

“Oh, but you will,”
his voice was velvet wrapped around steel. “Before this night
is over, you will beg me to take you. And only then, after I've
heard you beg me and cry out my name, will I take my fill of you.”
Returning to his former place, he nuzzled the same nipple his teased
just seconds ago. “Until then, I'm quite content with toying
with you. I'm a very patient man.”

As he continued his
downward trail, Tsuzuki thought about simply leaving and calling the
deal off. Muraki could be lying, after all. This could be some plot
to finally kill the Shinigami once and for
all. Since the Kyoto case and the Muraki's alive and well return,
the questions Tsuzuki had about his past plagued
him. Faced with the opportunity to get some answers, offering his
body for the night was a small price to pay. Besides, he had gotten
this far, he doubted he would be allowed to leave so easily.

A bite on the inside of
his thigh shocked him into the present moment. As the bite turned
into a loving lick, he wonder how did the taller man get him naked so
quickly. He fell upon the blanket fully clothed, or so he thought.

“Finally I got your
attention,” he said, running his hand up and down Tsuzuki's
thighs. “Your body betrays your words. Look at your skin, so
flushed with desire. And this certainly doesn't lie.” He
wrapped his fingers around the upright proof of Tsuzuki's arousal,
causing the smaller man to gasp. “Your surrender won't take
long.”

Tsuzuki closed his eyes
and clutched the blanket beneath him, ashamed that he was slowly
losing control of his mind and body to this pleasurable assault. He
felt those lips move from his leg to the very tip of his cock,
sipping at the moisture that accumulated
there while an eager hand fondled the sacs
beneath it. Muraki's touch where gentle, subtle, designed to chip
away at his resistance.

Muraki ceased his
ministrations for a moment. Tsuzuki opened
his eyes to see the doctor smirking as he shed his own dress shirt.

“It's getting a
mite warm in here. I'd thought I'd make myself more comfortable.”

Despite himself, amethyst
eyes swept over the exposed pale skin.
Tsuzuki had never seen the man before him in nothing but suits, which
gave him the impression that Muraki had imposing muscular mass to
match his height. Those suits did well to hide his rather lean
build. Not skinny by an definition
of the word, he had the sleek sculpted body of a runner. He couldn't
help but find the man all the more attractive, personal objections
aside.

The doctor held his gaze
as he removed his ever present glasses and leaned above him to set
them on the nearby nightstand. This gave Tsuzuki an even closer look
at the well defined chest, so close that he only needed to extend his
tongue a little bit to touch the skin. His
body went with the naughty suggestion, and the salty taste of sweat
was on his tongue before he could stop
himself. He blushed even brighter and turned his head away from
Muraki's triumphant gaze.

“That didn't take
long at all. I'm almost disappointed,” he purred into
Tsuzuki's ear. “I believe you deserve a small reward for being
so daring.”

He kissed Tsuzuki, hard,
his lips demanding entrance for his tongue.
Drawing the smaller man close, he rolled onto his side, one hand
skimming down to cup a bare buttock. He pulled Tsuzuki's leg over
his, and the next sensation Tsuzuki felt was one long finger circling
his hidden entrance, slick with some
substance. He shuddered against Muraki's larger frame.

“Ah, that's it.
Give in to me, and I promise you much more pleasure than this. You've
no idea how beautiful you look, all flushed and wanton. It stirs me
like you wouldn't believe.” The last word was a strained growl
as Tsuzuki shuddered once more, bringing his naked arousal in closer
contact with Muraki's clothed one.

Muraki's mouth closed
once more over Tsuzuki's as he slipped that finger deeper inside, up
to the knuckle. Tsuzuki's head was nearly drowning in a sea of
sensation, losing grip on his common sense. And he wanted to let go,
to sink into this pleasure, to slip under and fill his lungs with it
until he was satiated. He writhed against that maddening touch,
feeling that invading digit press deeper and deeper until-THERE!
Muraki laughed and pressed more on that
spot that caused starts to explode behind Tsuzuki's tightly shut
eyes. Then, with low moan, those fingers quickly retreated. Tsuzuki
jerked forward with a cry of loss and found those loving hands
pressed against his shoulders as he was shoved onto his back. Two
eyes, one molten steel, the other unnaturally
large and silver-blue glared down at him, wild, hungry and impatient.
Tsuzuki felt a trickle of fear creep into his being. Perhaps this
is the last thing Muraki's victims saw before they died.

“Beg me,” he
demanded. Apparently from the look in his
eyes and the insistent arousal pressing
into Tsuzuki's stomach, he was approaching the end of his vaunted
patience.

Not that Tsuzuki cared
anymore. He'd let go of sanity moments ago and was drowning.
“Please,” he whispered, arching to make contact, any
contact, with the body above him.

His expression did not
change as he pressed his hands further into Tsuzuki's shoulders.
“You'll have to do much better than that, Asato. Beg me to
touch you again. Beg me to press myself inside of you, to take you.
Do it, or I'll leave you here in your desperation. Would you like
for your precious friends to find you lying here like this, knowing
damn well who brought you to this? All of your hard work this
evening, completely wasted...”

That's right, Tsuzuki's
original goal, to find out what Muraki knew
about his past. Being reminded gave him something to focus on For
the truth, he would endure this.

Grabbing the arms that
pinned him, Tsuzuki arched up once more, hoping to look as desperate
as he felt. “Please,” he pleaded, louder this time.
“Muraki, please touch me...I need you
to...”

The restraining arms
weakened as Muraki sank into the crook of Tsuzuki's neck, revisiting
the many bite marks he'd left earlier.

“More,” he
replied, rocking his hips against Tsuzuki's before reaching down
between them to unfasten his pants.

The head-swim of pleasure
returned in waves of increasing strength
with every thrust and bite. It made it much easier to obey Muraki's
command. “Take me, I need it so bad...” He hissed as
Muraki's hand closed around his cock, holding it against his own
recently freed one. Both men moaned in unison as Muraki began to
stroke them together.

“More, Asato!”
he barked, stroking them faster. His harsh breaths scalded Tsuzuki's
cheek as his pants increased.

Tsuzuki threw his head
back, yelling, “OH GOD, I'M BEGGING YOU!! TAKE ME, FINISH ME,
FUCK ME-AHHH!!” His release took him by surprise, stealing his
breath in an extended gasping groan. He clung to Muraki's arms,
bucking with each spurt of semen, each waves hitting him so hard,
tears beaded in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

His next conscious
thought was a hand gentle stroking his hair. Tsuzuki found himself
curled in Muraki's lap, held close to that paler man's chest. He
noticed absently that there was no proof of his release on either one
of them.

“You've come to. I
was beginning to worry; you were out for a while,” Muraki
kissed his forehead as he stirred. “You were absolutely
beautiful. My lovely rosebud has just started to bloom. That
performance was almost the end of me. Almost.”

It was then that Tsuzuki
noticed the hardness lying against his thigh. It seemed that Muraki
did not finish when he did. He both dreaded and was excited by the
thought of more of Muraki's workings on his body.

The hand on his head
moved down to tilt his face up to meet gentle caressing lips. Though
fully aroused, it seemed as if Muraki's temperament
had calmed a bit, replacing his earlier harsh dominating demeanor
with this strange, almost romantic, sweetness.

“You've been so
wonderful so far. I'm going to give you just what you've asked for,
and then your part of the deal is done. You'll keep behaving for me,
won't you?”

Tsuzuki wisely decided
against reminding the doctor that his request was mostly forced out
of him. He simply nodded, not trusting his voice.

Muraki pulled him in for
a quick squeeze before reaching over to the nightstand. Tsuzuki
followed that hand as it grabbed and uncapped a small vial of liquid
that sat next to his glasses. Obviously that was what he used before
to drive Tsuzuki mad before. He swallowed nervously as Muraki poured
a bit of the oil into his palm.

“Don't be afraid.
You know that this will make taking you much easier. See?” As
he spoke, he coated a finger with the substance and moved down to
Tsuzuki's entrance. It slipped inside with little resistance up to
the second knuckle. As it moved and twisted in deeper, Tsuzuki began
to moan softly at the sensation. He'd given up trying to deny how he
felt, now he was closer to his goal, and nothing to lose.

Another slick finger
joined in and twists became scissoring motions, brushing against that
spot that made Tsuzuki groan and buck against that hand.

“Yess,”
Muraki hissed. “Show me your passion.”

His own blatant display
embarrassed Tsuzuki, and his hid his face
in the most easy to reach spot, the crook
of Muraki's neck. The doctor knew exactly where and how to touch to
drive him crazy. He hoped that he wouldn't have to beg anymore. At
this rate, he would agree to anything Muraki asked.

After a few moments,
Muraki removed his fingers and nudged Tsuzuki up to straddle him.
Tsuzuki shivered as he felt his rapidly awakening erection brushing
against the doctor's abs.

“Please...”
Tsuzuki whimpered, looking away, unwilling to meet the madman's eyes.

“Very soon, but
first,” Muraki reached over and grabbed the oil, placing it
into Tsuzuki's hand. “Prepare me.”

With trembling hands,
Tsuzuki poured the oil into his palm. He reached behind him to grasp
the persistent arousal pressing against his bare buttocks and began
to stroke, spreading the lubrication along
the length. It was Muraki's turn to react, moaning and resting his
head on Tsuzuki's shoulder as hip hips bucked. The sudden rocking
motion brought Tsuzuki's member in closer contact to Muraki's body,
and he too began to respond with matching thrusts of his own.

The pace quickly
intensified, and soon the bedroom was filled with groans and sighs as
both men approached their release. Muraki grabbed Tsuzuki's pumping
hand, stilling it.

“No!” he
cried out breathlessly. “This is not how this will end.
Asato, you are more of a tease then I first believed.” He
lifted Tsuzuki's hips to position him over his more than ready
member. Slowly, he lowered the smaller man down, down, down taking
his time and waiting for Tsuzuki's whimpers of discomfort to subsides
before lowering any further.

Tsuzuki thought that he
would burst from being filled so completely. He felt himself stretch
to accommodate something a great deal larger than those fingers that
brought him so much pleasure before. There was pain with entry, yes,
a burning sensation that intensified with each millimeter
that pushed inside of him. His breath hitched as he slid down. He
was amazed that Muraki would take his time in taking him. He was
expecting a rough, careless, painful rut that would leave him
physically and mentally torn, something so
much like rape if it wasn't for the fact that that he had yet to say
“no”. Soon, the pain dulled, making way for the pleasure
and fullness. With one broken groan, he pushed himself down the rest
of the way, buttocks meeting hard thighs with a loud smack as he
fully sheathed Muraki's member into himself.

“What's the hurry?”
Muraki ground out after catching his own breath at the sudden
entrance.

“Just finish this,
Muraki,” Tsuzuki replied in an equally tense voice. “Get
this over with.”

“Oh? I think not,
my darling. I'm perfectly comfortable here.” He looked square
at Tsuzuki's face. “Now, listen carefully, I don't believe
I'll last long due to all of your teasing. I have a story to tell,
one you've been waiting for all night. I hope you find it
as...stimulating as I do.”
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