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Angels	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 3104 -:- 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
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�You didn�t kiss me.�

�I��

Tatsumi found himself at a loss. Standing in the quiet lab in a deserted
building on a Friday night past office hours, talking with Watari about
an incident that had burned itself into his mind � and Watari refused to
remember it?

Intense eyes regarded him. �That wasn�t a kiss.�

�Uh� �

<It damn well felt like one! If it had gone on any longer, I'd have�>

Done what, Tatsumi-san? the voice laughed. You ran away.

Oh yes� that.

Tatsumi didn�t get the chance to utter an single word -- Watari just
grabbed his tie and pulled him close in a swift move, bringing their lips
together in the same instant.

Heat exploded in Tatsumi�s chest at the contact, feeling the hotness
of Watari�s tongue glide over his lips, coaxing them open under him and
passionately invade him, his whole presence devouring him, burning itself
through is mind and setting every cell of his body on fire.

When Watari pulled back after what seemed like an eternity, Tatsumi
had to grope for support of the desk or he would have sunken to the floor,
his knees were that weak all of a sudden.

�That�s a kiss,� Watari whispered, and as Tatsumi glanced at him he
noticed the other shinigami was a little breathless himself.

Oh hell yes! That was a kiss.

And the voice inside his head cheered.

Golden eyes held him entranced in their spell, in their beauty, their
otherworldliness. He had never thought about them before, never questioned
the color, just like with Tsuzuki. They were magical and they held him
in place.

"Your place or mine?" Watari whispered roughly.

He noticed the flushed cheeks, the quickened breathing, and the warmth
radiating from the man he was still leaning over.

"Mine," Tatsumi growled fiercely, instinct taking over and blocking
out reason.

He, the Shadow Master, who rarely gave in to emotions and the spur
of the moment, did just that. Watari's proximity was intoxicating, giving
him what he had longed for all week.

Watari didn't protest, only smiled, rising into the circle of his arms,
so close to him. Their bodies touched and Tatsumi did something else he
rarely chose to do � he teleported them both from inside the office building
to his home.

The moment they arrived Tatsumi felt himself being pushed against the
wall, a hard body pressed into him. Watari grabbed his wrists, holding
his hands over his head and dove for another of his soul-searing kisses
that left Tatsumi�s mind blank and his body hard with need. Watari�s hand
roamed over his body as his tongue glided over his skin, and was that him
whimpering?

�You�re hard, Tatsumi,� that soft voice whispered in his ear and all
his could do was nod and moan, hips twitching helplessly into the pressure
of fingers on his crotch. �You want me that much?�

Teeth nibbled at his earlobe, sending more shivers through his body,
and he could only hiss an agreement, wondering for a brief second what
Watari would be capable of if this was what he was already doing to him
when he wasn�t even undressed. A little tug caught his attention � Watari
had removed his tie, was playing with the buttons of his shirt.

�Bedroom?� his merciless seducer breathed, fingertip ghosting over
one peaked nipple.

Tatsumi simply nodded into the overall direction and almost sagged
down the wall when the body that had held him upright disappeared.

Staggering into his bedroom Tatsumi gasped at the sight of the sheer
beauty awaiting him. There, sprawled on his bed, the long hair flowing
open over the pillows, lay Watari, minus his pullovers and shirt but wearing
a smile that, by-passing his cerebral cortex, directly hit his crotch,
making him harder in an instant. Watari was playing with the tie he had
snatched earlier, letting it glide over his naked chest and abdomen, and
Tatsumi saw the minute goose bumps on the delicate skin this sensuous play
was causing.

He found he suddenly envied his tie.

�Yutaka�� he breathed, kneeling on the bed between spread thighs, eager
to replace the tie with his fingers and tongue

He was met by hot lips and a skillful tongue, challenging his in a
deep kiss, keen fingers slipping under his shirt and pulling it open impatiently
and then - gods, the sheer skin to skin contact seemed to scorch
his last intact brain cells, and the taste of Watari�s skin, the soft sounds
his lover made, gasps and moans when he hit hot spots� Watari�s entire
body seemed to be one single hot spot, if the way he arched and breathed
and moaned under him was any indication of how the younger shinigami felt.

Tatsumi had learned early on that Watari Yutaka was a very passionate
man, that whatever he did he did it with his whole heart � he just had
never thought of him that way when he had pictured him in bed. Watari�s
golden eyes had taken the color of dark brass and his breath was already
coming in rather short gasps � and he was still wearing his pants. Suddenly
Tatsumi felt himself rolled around, finding himself being blanketed by
one whirlwind of horny shinigami.

Watari wrd thd the tie loosely around his wrists and placed them over
his head, straddling his hips � and then it was Tatsumi�s turn to moan
and arch as teasing fingers and hot wet tongue explored his body. Watari
grinned at him as he bent down on him, unfastening his pants and finally
releasing him. Fingers brushed over his now exposed hardness and Tatsumi
moaned, hearing the sound turning into a choked sob as he was engulfed
in hot wetness unexpectedly.

Spreading his legs wider he shivered under the ministrations of the
other man, feeling those silken strands tickle over his inner thighs in
an additional stimulation. Fingers were ghosting over his skin, meeting
hot spots and teasing him mercilessly as Watari�s tongue did wonderful
incredible things to him, making him sob out the other shinigami�s name
� which turned into a harsh cry as he felt a slick finger enter him swiftly
and brushing over that special spot again and again, making his hips jerk
wildly.

Just the moment he thought he couldn�t stand it any longer the touches
were gone. Blue eyes opened in confusion and then Tatsumi's breath caught
in his throat. Watari was kneeling over him, watching him with lust filled
eyes, his fingertips ghosting over his own body, caressed his nipples until
they peaked under his touch, moaning softly. One hand wandered deeper,
over the flat abdomen andr hir his wide spread thighs until he touched
himself, head falling back for a second.

�Taka�� Tatsumi whispered wide eyed and breathlessly, reaching out
to touch that slender body, but his lover surprised him again.

Watari shifted, slick hands were on his hardness, and then he just
sank down on him, groaning as he took him into his body. Tatsumi echoed
the groan at the sudden sensation of heat and tightness, at the sight of
his lover�s head fallen back, panting open mouthed and sobbing out as he
took his own pleasure.

Tatsumi started to move himself, meeting his lover�s movements with
small thrusts of his own, causing him to cry out ecstatically when he hit
that spot inside that would turn any spine into molten lava.

�Seii� now� gods, now��

With one fluid move the Shadow Master rolled his lover on his back,
feeling those long legs wrap around him, fingers digging into his back
as he thrust into the willing body, hearing Watari sob and whimper and
feeling the body tensing up � and finally Watari screamed out his name
as climax shook his body, making him spasm around Tatsumi, who groaned
helplessly as he was pulled over the edge as well, Watari�s name on his
lips.

* * *
When he woke the next morning, the sun was already up and his nightstand
clock informed him it was past nine. Even on weekends Tatsumi rarely woke
after eight a.m., so for him to sleep in, he had really been exhausted.

Images of last night came back and a slow, warm feeling spread through
his pleasantly lethargic body. He felt muscles twitch, the skin tingle,
and a smile teased at his lips. Turning to look at the other side of the
bed he found it sadly empty.

So Watari was an early riser, hm?

And he hadn't even heard him.

Tatsumi slowly got out of bed, savoring the soul-deep satisfaction,
something he hadn't felt in ages. One night and his whole life had changed.
One night and his emotions felt both stable and on a rampage.

Last night he had been given what he had always secretly craved, what
he had never had the strength and the guts to actively pursue.

Watari.

Yutaka.

The Shadow Master rose and reached for a robe, slipping into the thin
piece of clothing. He ran a hand through his tousled hair as he left the
bedroom, looking for the man he had wanted to share a good-morning kiss
and maybe more with today.

The soft noise coming from the kitchen guided him in the right direction
and he silently approached. There, in the middle of his bachelor kitchen,
already dressed, hair bound back into that stubborn pony tail, was the
man he had missed. Watari was moving around as if he had been here before,
opening cupboards, extracting what looked like breakfast utensils, and
there was a pot of tea already on the counter, ready to be served. A mug
stood next to it, steaming wthe the hot liquid.

When Watari became aware of Tatsumi's presence he straightened and
gave him a smile.

"Good morning," he greeted him and while Tatsumi bathed in the sight
of the man, the sound of his voice, something was slightly off.

"Good morning," he replied. "What are you doing?"

"I made tea."

Now that was obvious.

"I thought you'd like some when you wake up." Watari shrugged, grinning
a little. "Now you're up. Want some tea?"

The bright voice and smile were like a ray of sunshine and Tatsumi
allohimshimself to fall into it for a moment.

"Yes, thank you," he still replied.

"There's also breakfast in the oven. I'm not really sure what you like
in the morning, but well, there was some left over and maybe you're in
for a new experience."

New experience, hm? Tatsumi thought. Was their part-time scientist
into breakfast experiments as well?

Then a thought hit him. "You're not having breakfast with me?"

There was suddenly a guarded expression in those golden eyes, on that
handsome face. Watari pushed back a strand of obnoxious hair.

"I had some already."

Tatsumi frowned, trying to pin a name to the uneasy feeling that was
spreading.

"I�ah� will be leaving then," Watari added and suddenly the feeling
intensified.

Watari dried his hands and walked past him while Tatsumi stood rooted
to the spot. All those warm and positive feelings had made way for dread
and apprehension.

"Uh, you've got to be somewhere?" Tatsumi asked, confused.

What? Why? Why is he leaving? Today was Saturday! He had hoped Watari
would have some time to, well, stay� Tatsumi felt an intense need for this
man to stay, to touch him, to kiss him�

"N�no," Watari answered, sounding hesitant. And he wasn�t looking at
him.

"Then� stay? I mean� I'd like you to� stay." Tatsumi stumbled awkwardly
over the words. Shit, he had never done this before.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Tatsumi."

Tatsumi blinked. Part of him registered the formal address, the other
the words. "Why?" he blurted. "Why not?"

Sharp blue eyes took in the whole stance of the man now gathering his
coat, heading for the door. Sadness floated in the normally so cheerful
voice and the amber golden eyes were evading him.

"You really have to ask? This isn't what you want. I'm not the one
you want. Last night was� I enjoyed last night very much. I'm happy you
let me see this side of you, but I also understand and accept that for
you there are no strings attached. I'm going to leave so we can return
to our lives, Tatsumi. Normality."
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