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LemonJuice	By : Himenokori Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1940 -:- 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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Ahead...Just a warning, within these pages you will find spoilers
and ...Well... Lemon... One more for Yami No matsui, before I move on to
another anime. (P.S. Lady of the Myst, Poppet
is an actual endearment used in England,
so I could have used American Puppet, or Poppet. Thanks for the comment.)

LemonJuice

Chapter two: Goldie Locks

�What are
you up to now?� Watari looked up at Tatsumi and proudly showed off his newest
invention. Tatsumi looked at the odd contraption and tried to pay attention as
Watari gleefully explained how it worked. Tatsumi found it hard to listen to
the words coming out of the soft looking mouth that moved faster as excitement
grew. Tatsumi did his best to nod on cue before he turned and left the lab, not
sure what Watari�s latest invention did, or what why he had invented it, but
pleased to have seen the scientist, if only briefly.

Watari entered his room and sighed putting his invention
away. He undid the bright orange bow that tied his hair back and stepped into
his tub to soak away the daily troubles.
He wondered if anyone would ever understand that he invented things to
take his mind off the many deaths that the department dealt with. It was a
depressing service they provided, couldn�t anyone see that. Watari lowered his
head into the water and tried his best to relax.

Tatsumi entered his room and opened his newest case file.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka had done a nice job for once, the hotel was now spectre free
and they would each receive their bonuses. Tatsumi thought of the odd contraption
that Watari had made and smiled, he then felt bad. Sometimes he did not pay
close attention to Watari. Tatsumi stood and left his room. He knocked on
Watari�s door. �Watari, are you sleeping already?� He asked when he received no
answer. With a frown Tatsumi opened the door and saw a deserted room.

The light
coming from the open bathroom door alerted Tatsumi to Watari�s whereabouts. He
was about to leave when Watari stepped into view. �Tatsumi,� He said and moved
a towel from his hair which dripped onto the floor behind him. �Did you want
something?� He asked Tatsumi wanted to nod, but it had been a long time since
had seen Watari in anything other than his suit and hair tie and glasses.
Seeing him stand there in a wet towel and nothing else had a peculiar affect on
his equilibrium.

�Well, um�
what I meant to say is, I came by to apologize,� Tatsumi said and cleared his
throat and tried not to stare at Watari as he wandered to his bed and found his
rod. He shrugged into it and sat on his bed brushing the wet tangles of bright
gold that hung over his shoulder.

�Apologize?�
Watari looked up into Tatsumi�s eyes and wondered
what he felt he needed to apologize for.

�Yes
earlier, you were explaining your new invention to me and I am afraid that I was
not paying much attention.� Tatsumi said tried to edge towards the door, but
for some reason, his feet took him to the bed. �Let me,� Tatsumi said and took
the brush from Watari�s slack fingers. Tatsumi began to brush the soft silky
tresses that fell in waves around Watari on the bed.

�I
understand that you are busy,� Watari said and sat still while Tatsumi was
careful not to pull. �I have no split ends know,� Watari announced as if it was
not odd to have Tatsumi brushing his hair, though he was a bit puzzled by the
sudden desire he felt for Tatsumi to brush more than his hair.

�Ummm�.� Tatsumi could not contain
the sound of pleasure as he breathed in the clean scent emanating from Watari.
Tatsumi dropped the brush and climbed on the bed behind Watari and began to
stroke the hair with his hand.

�Tatsumi�?� Watari turned to look
behind him and gasped as Tatsumi captured his chin.

�Shh,� Tatsumi said against
Watari�s lips. �Why do we have to ignore what we feel?�

�We don�t,�
Watari said and sighed in pleasure as Tatsumi sealed their lips together.
Watari opened his mouth and accepted Tatsumi�s questing tongue. Tatsumi allowed
his hand to roam inside of the loose fitting robe. His fingers skimmed a small
nipple that pebbled under the gentle touch. �Tatsumi, Should we�?�

�Oh yes,�
Tatsumi said and lick the pale neck before he turned Watari on the bed.
�Definitely, we should�no, we must,� Tatsumi pressed himself against Watari and
he gasped to fell the bulge against his hip.

Watari stared up at Tatsumi and sighed while blushing. �Be
gentle,� Watari said and undid the tie in his robe. Tatsumi smiled and lowered
his head to kiss the amber eyed treasure in his arms. Watari undid the buttons
of Tatsumi�s shirt and placed his hands inside feeling the hardened muscles
that were well hidden by the material of the suits he often wore Tatsumi
smiled.

�I don�t
suppose you have some kind of oil,� Tatsumi was surprised to see Watari stand
and head into his bathroom, he returned with a bottle of fragrant lotion.

�For my
skin,� Watari explained with a blush. He approached the bed and paused when
Tatsumi tugged him from the robe and the towel fell from his waist leaving him
nude before Tatsumi. Tatsumi reached around and spread Watari�s hair over his

shoulders and enjoyed the way the
golden locks seemed to highlight his pale skin. Watari placed his hands on
Tatsumi�s shoulders and climbed back onto his bed. Tatsumi undid his pants to
alleviate some of the pressure as he swelled within.

Watari slid his hand inside the trousers and rubbed the
growing mound. Tatsumi kissed the creamy neck and worked his way down to
Watari�s chest where his tongue played with the small peachy nipples. Watari
moaned and arched his back. Tatsumi moved down to his belly button and lower still. �Ah� Tatsumi,� Watari groaned and raised his
hips pushing more of himself into Tatsumi�s mouth. Tatsumi sucked gently
building pressure in his mouth and released before he started again. Watari�s
breathing became ragged and he tugged at the pants containing Tatsumi.

Tatsumi stood and shed the rest of his clothing before he
climbed onto the bed and arranged Watari on his knees. �I would love to spend
more time in foreplay, but I need to inside you now� we have plenty of time to
come back later and start over slower, but I have wanted you for too long now,�
Tatsumi said and generously applied the lotion to himself and then to Watari.
Watari gasped in pleasure at Tatsumi�s searching fingers entering his body and
moving slowly in and out.

�Now,
Tatsumi, I can not wait� Now!� He gasped when he felt
Tatsumi�s slippery fingers clutch his hips and pull him back. The searing entry
was smooth and slow. Tatsumi pressed fully against Watari�s backside. Watari
let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding.

�All Right?� Tatsumi asked, Watari�s answer was a moan and
he leaned back against Tatsumi encouraging him to move. Tatsumi smiled and
backed up nearly pulling out before he slid all the way in again. He
established and rhythm and enjoyed the slender back covered by shining hair.
His movements quickened and he felt Watari convulsing around him before he
closed his eyes as his own release held him captive.

The morning
sun found Tatsumi still in Watari�s bed, holding him close. The sun shone on
the golden hair tangled around them. Tatsumi kissed the sleeping beauty beside
him and vowed to help him brush his hair more often.

Author�s note: I was
not too happy with the way this turned out; let me know what you think�
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