In the Red

I apologize for this haven taken me so long to update.
The next few chapters should be out fairly quickly, as they're already written.
Thank you for your patience. Please don't kill me. :laughs nervously.:

As always. Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoy!










The rest of the week passed in a daze.

Every night the secretary would come home to find the Doctor waiting for him at his door. The Doctor would cook for him, flirt shamelessly over dinner, and leave. Sometimes he would stay to help with the dishes, sometimes not. Occasionally, his hands would wander to places on Tatsumi's body where they were most unwelcome, and in return, the silver haired man would normally find a blade pressed to his throat. There were times, however, that Tatsumi took just a bit too long to threaten him, and when he did, it was with a blissful expression, and whispered near moaning voice.

No matter what did or did not happen, however, one thing remained constant. Night after night the secretary struggled to hide a near constant state of arousal, and the end of the evening always found Tatsumi on his knees alone in the shower: fingers buried deep within himself, long fingers wrapped around his cock, and his cum coating the tiles. And each time, Tatsumi found that, much to his horror... He always came the moment the Doctor barged his way into his thoughts.

Tatsumi sighed, for what seemed like the millionth time, considering his... situation... with the silver haired man. He was certainly, at the very least, physically attracted to the Doctor. He wasn't going to even bother with trying to convince himself otherwise. He briefly wondered if he should feel guilty about the fact that he was secretly meeting with Muraki, but quickly decided that what he did in his personal time was his business. The doctor hadn't been... actively killing in years now anyway, so it wasn't as if his meetings were effecting any ongoing investigations.

The secretary knew that if his friends were to find out, they would be at the very least upset. They probably wouldn't speak to him outside of when it was necessary, if at all. And that was assuming he were allowed to keep his job.

Tatsumi was confident that if it came down to it, he could convince them that he was merely using these meetings as an opportunity to investigate the man. Besides, it's not like this was interfering with him effectively doing his job... too much anyway. He knew he'd been distracted lately, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He'd agreed to the arrangement with the doctor already, and he didn't have much choice but to follow through.

It's just that he wasn't used to... well, anyone. The only person he'd had any amount of regular contact with was Tsuzuki back when they'd been partners... and look how badly that turned out.

Tastumi sighed again, realizing that the day was nearly over, and he'd been staring at the same sheet of paper for at least the last ten minutes. He quickly finished the day's paperwork and filed it in it's proper place. It was time to head home where Muraki would surely be waiting already.

There were only two more remaining "lessons" paid for after tonight and the secretary briefly wondered about the most effective way to convince the Doctor that they should continue to see each other. He assumed it wouldn't be too difficult, considering the Doctor had been openly using the "lessons" as an excuse to see him anyway, and oh god... what was he thinking!? Wasn't he only doing this for the money? Surely... No. He had NO reason to continue seeing the Doctor after their arrangement was over... Did he?

"You seem to be deep in thought this evening, Mr Tatsumi."

The secretary jumped, flushing a brilliant shade of red. He hadn't even realized he'd begun his walk home, much less that he'd been standing on his sidewalk for the past ten minutes. He straightened his tie, attempting to regain his composure. "I apologize for my unusual behavior, Doctor. Shall we head inside?" He paused a moment to push open the door. "Thank you for waiting for me, you know you really didn't have to. Actually, as I recall, I gave you my key specifically so that you didn't have to."

"Ah yes. But you see, I let myself in last night, and the look of disappointment on your face when you glimpsed your bare porch was nearly heartbreaking. I think that from now on, I shall be waiting out here for you when you arrive home, Mr. Tatsumi. I would so hate to disappoint you again."

Tatsumi's face flushed again, and he quickly pushed past the silver haired man, very determinedly not making eye contact. He sat down at the table, still not looking at the man behind him. "Did you have anything specific in mind for tonight?"

Muraki smiled predatorily. "I thought that we might order something so that I could focus on doing something a bit more useful."

The dark haired man looked horrified for a moment, biting down on the inside of his cheek hard to keep from moaning aloud at the series of images that flooded his mind. He swallowed hard. "Wh... What exactly were you thinking of, Doctor?"

"Why Tatsumi, you're looking a bit flushed. Surely you didn't think that was innuendo for some bestial, depraved act I meant to preform upon your body?" The doctor smiled, making it very clear that was exactly what he'd meant.

Tatsumi couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped his lips when he felt his cock jump at the Doctor's words. He sincerely hoped that it was innuendo indeed. It had been far too long since someone had touched him in the way that his companion was suggesting he'd like to do.

Muraki chuckled to himself, leaning close to examine Tatsumi was a look of concern. "Dear boy, is something bothering you? You seem as though you may be experiencing a bit of discomfort. He knelt down in front of his companion, catching his eyes for a long moment before continuing. "Is there something I can do to assist you? Perhaps I can help to take care of the problem you seem to be encountering so frequently as of late," he asked, reaching a hand up to firmly grasp Tatsumi's throbbing member.

As horrified as he was that Muraki seemed to have known about that, he couldn't stop the low moan the burst from his lips. He also couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up into the man's hand, or the look of desire he knew was plastered across his face. "Didn't I already warn you, Doctor? If you tease me, I'm going to kill you."

The Doctor smirked in response. "Who said anything about teasing, Dear Mr. Secretary of the Judgment Bureau? I fully intend to have you screaming my name inside the hour."

Hearing those words, the dark haired man leaned forward to capture his companion's lips, running his hands along the doctor's shoulders.

Said doctor responded by slowly sliding his hand up Tatsumi's rigid length, causing the secretary's lips to part in a soft gasp. Muraki was quick to accept the invitation, plundering the older man's mouth with his tongue.

Sharp nails bit into the doctor's skin when he broke the kiss to nibble on a delicate ear lobe instead. His hands made quite work of Tatsumi's buttons, and he quickly jerked down the secretary's pants.

Tatsumi moaned aloud as his confined erection was exposed to the cool air, and he bit back a shriek as Muraki's warm mouth began to descend over his length.

Muraki brought his hands up to pin down the secretary's hips as he sucked softly on the rock hard organ. He ran his tongue up the underside before swallowing the rest of his length in one smooth motion.

Tatsumi tossed his head back in ecstacy, the doctor's name escaping his lips in a choked gasp. He ground his hips up as best he could under Muraki's confining grip, wanting to feel more of the hot, wet, perfect mouth on his flesh. He had to be dreaming, no one was this good. The doctor's tongue moved slowly, putting pressure on all the right places, and it feels so good that for a moment, Tatsumi is convinced he's going to die.

The silver haired man watched the dark haired man's face contort in ecstasy. Tatsumi was already so far gone, that he didn't even notice his legs being pulled up onto Muraki's shoulders. He looked pleased when he felt the secretary's fingers tangle themselves in his hair.

"Muraki, I..." Tatsumi paused, biting his lip in embarrassment. "I want... to feel you inside of me."

The doctor lifted his head from the secretary's cock with a soft sucking sound. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't quite hear what you said Mr. Tatsumi. Could you repeat that last part one more time, please?"

"You heard me just fine!" he growled, glaring at the man before him.

Muraki smirked. "So impatient, Mr. Tatsumi." With that he lowered his head, bypassing the dripping erection he'd so recently abandoned to plunge his tongue inside his lover's tight hole.

Tatsumi bit back what had the promise of becoming a very loud scream, wrapping his legs around the Doctor's shoulders and grinding his hips up onto Muraki's wet muscle. "Muraki... I..." He faded off into a deep moan, unable to finish his sentence.

The silver haired man hummed softly in amusement, slowly savoring the taste of the secretary. He caressed Tatsumi's inner walls until the man had relaxed enough for him to carefully slip in two of his fingers along side his tongue. He began to work all three appendages in time with one another, pressing in deep to caress the dark haired man's prostate.

The secretary arched his back, pressing harder against his lover as his fingernails tore gouges into his chair. "Muraki... I... Mooore." He moaned desperately. Muraki glanced up at the man above him. Tatsumi seemed lost in pleasure, eyes tightly closed, mouth parted as he gasped softly.

The doctor happily complied with the request. He reached a hand up to wrap around Tatsumi's neglected erection, fingers tightening on the twitching flesh as he began to pump it in time with his thrusts. It didn't take long. Four strokes later Tatsumi tightened his legs around Muraki's shoulders, whimpering his appreciation desperately. He coated the Doctor's hand in his seed, back arched at an impossible angle before he collapsed back in his chair.

Muraki extracted himself from the secretary, idly cleaning his hand off with his tongue while considering the man before him. Apparently, his skills had proved too much for the secretary. He signed softly in mild disappointment before grabbing a damn cloth to clean off the unconscious man.

After depositing the soiled rag in the laundry, Muraki lifted the dark haired man in his arms, carrying him back to his bedroom. He secured Tatsumi under the sheets and made sure to set the alarm clock before slipping outside to light a cigarette.

As he stood outside in the cool night breeze enjoying his cigarette, Muraki considered and immediately dismissed the idea of staying the rest of the night. Both he and the secretary would need to be at work early in the morning anyway, so it wasn't as though they could really enjoy each other's company.

The doctor decided to leave a note, placing it on the secretary's nightstand under his glasses where he could be sure Tatsumi would find it in the morning. That settled, he slipped outside for the final time that evening. He locked the door behind him before heading off to his own bed for the night.