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Angels	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 3104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Angels
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part4
- 5-part 5
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Tatsumi stared at the slender man, saw the pain and the sadness
and the iron will to see this through, no matter how hard it was.

And it was hard for him. Painful. Tatsumi felt the same pain inside
him and his mind screamed to stop this from happening.

Damnit, talk to him! Tell him!

Watari turned to the door again, about to open it.

"What makes you think it was a one night stand?" he called.

Watari stopped, frozen, his whole stance stiff. He wasn't turning around,
but Tatsumi knew with dead certainty that he had hit the heart of the problem.

"Because that's what it was," came the quiet reply.

Was that regret? Was it resolve? Was it something else he just couldn't
hear?

"It wasn't for me."

Watari had woken to a dream come true, to the naked, sleeping form of
Tatsumi Seiichiro next to him in bed. They had made love last night, like
two starved teenagers, and he felt no regret about it. His body was sore
in places, but also warm and sated and so very, very relaxed. Just looking
at the man brought back the memories of passion and heat and pure sex.

Sex.

Tatsumi

Oh shit!

<Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit�. I hope he was drunk last night! I hope
he was dead to the world. I hope he has amnesia! Because I�m dead!> Watari
thought frantically as his mind finally overrode his body and started working.

He had slept with Tatsumi Seiichiro. Tatsumi Seiichiro! His boss!

Gods, no�

What had he been thinking?

Easy answer, Yutaka. Nothing at all. Well, at least you weren�t thinking
with your brain.

He groaned softly.

He was so dead. Well, actually he was dead, but now he would be even
more so.

<I slept with my boss. I kissed him, seduced him and then� took
him. Great�>

His dream come true.

Tatsumi Seiichiro� had slept with him. He had kissed him a week ago
and now he had slept with him.

What the fuck was going on?

Watari sat in the bed the two men shared at the moment, totally confused,
trying to fit the events of the last night into his picture of the world
and Tatsumi's place in it.

He could have said no. He could have claimed the kiss had been an accident.
But no, he had�. He had kissed him back, he had let Tatsumi lead them...

Why?

Tatsumi was a damn good looking man� granted. No doubt about it. Watari
had registered that from day one. He wouldn�t have said no if the older
shinigami had approached him any other time before either, but he never
had. Tatsumi was a very reserved man, distancing himself from personal
encounters, and Watari had agreed with himself that watching him from afar
would have to do.

Until a week ago.

Tatsumi had been at his regular club and he had done the impossible
� he had danced with him. And he had kissed him.

When had he left his brain at home and started to think with the one
braincell down south?!

<I slept with Tatsumi.>

<Oh hell.>

And not that he regretted it.

<But I slept with my boss!>

<Why?!>

Because you fell in love with him, you stupid git!

He had fallen for the man when he had gotten to know him. Not just
throughout the Kyoto fiasco, but also later on when they had investigated
Nagare. He had looked behind a façade upheld so fiercely, he had
seen the desperation, the love, the tenderness inside Tatsumi. He had seen
how the Shadow Master had treated Tsuzuki, how he had caressed him when
he had thought no one was watching, how he had looked at the other man,
unconscious and recovering from Touda's flames and Muraki's abuse�. And
Watari, watching from the door unnoticed, had felt a stab in his heart,
a kind of feeling not unlike� jealousy.

He had seen the love and affection, he had known it for what it was,
and he had felt� the same. He wanted Tatsumi to be loved, to belong, but
he knew he himself wasn�t the man the Shadow Master was looking for. He
wasn't part of that bond between the two men who had such a close past,
and he had returned to his lab.

He had left the dream that had briefly blossomed die.

Watari had holed up in his lab, trying to forget that these two men
seemed to share what he had once had when he had still been alive. Watari
had loved, had been in love, had been in a relationship that had been abruptly
ended by his premature death.

Tsuzuki�. He didn't know about the other shinigami, but he doubted
it, and Tatsumi�? He didn't know.

The Kurosaki case had been heaven and hell. He had been close to the
older shinigami, had been allowed to see a few more fragments of his private
life, but afterwards�

Watari sighed.

So now he had slept with Tatsumi, a man who loved someone else, who
felt affections and more for Tsuzuki Asato.

<This is all I could have. A one night stand.>

Something inside him ached badly. Very, very badly.

And then it started to hurt.

Sad eyes rested on the sleeping man as he stroked lovingly over the
brown hair.

<I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have given in. He doesn't want me�
he wants someone else, and I'm just his release. It felt good, but� that
was all there would ever be.>

Watari he rose quietly, slipped out of the bedroom and into the shower,
cleaned himself off and then went after his task of getting hot tea prepared
and a small breakfast into his stomach. He had absolutely no illusions
about what last night had been. Tatsumi had needed a release and that release
he had found in the gay club. It could have been any one of the young men
salivating over the blue-eyed stranger, eyes roaming over the tall, muscular
body. Tatsumi might not have noticed, but Watari had. And Watari had been
the chosen one.

<Damn, I'm lucky>, he mused with a sad smile as he sipped at his
tea.

And he would keep this night as a memory, something he cherished, and
he would make sure there would be no awkwardness between them. He didn�t
want Tatsumi to think that he, Watari, would use their night of passion
to gain something.

Too bad his quiet and secretive exit had been thwarted by the appearance
of the very man he hadn't really wanted to say good-bye to. Looking into
those wonderful eyes he had felt something inside of him twist, had felt
his shields crack, and all he wanted was to return to that bed, feel that
body� those hands� and lips.

<Dream on. He's not into you, Watari.>

But the words begged to differ.

"What makes you think it was a one night stand?" Tatsumi asked him
quietly, the tenor soft and inquisitive, but also� hurt?

It was when Watari froze with disbelief, stiffening slightly.

No� no, please� It had to be a dream.

"Because that's what it was," he heard himself answer.

It had to be. This was a mere dream, his imagination, his secret fantasy.
It couldn't be real.

"It wasn't for me."

He felt something inside of him tremble. Still he didn't turn.

Not real, he insisted. Not real!

"Tatsumi�" came the soft plea.

<Don't do this to me! You have no idea how hard it is, to just return
to normality, to be nothing but one of the subordinates. Especially now.
You're no longer a dream; I had you�>

"Last night you called me Seiichiro."

Another stab. Yes, last night. Last night had been different. Last
night hadn't been reality. This morning, last night was a world away.

"Last night was� last night. Today is today. Today you're my superior
again," Watari managed, staring at the door that would lead out of here,
away from� him.

"In these four walls I'm Seiichiro," Tatsumi stated calmly.

He drew a deep breath. Yes, in these four walls. And he was about to
leave them. Once had to be enough, right?

Watari felt something inside of him scream at him not to be an idiot.
He squared his shoulders and turned.

"I thought you loved Tsuzuki?" he replied.

Tatsumi stared at him. He hadn't moved, was at the other side of the
kitchen, so close and still too far.

He blinked. "Yes," he said slowly. "I love him. I love him as a friend,
as a brother. I�m not in love with him. Feelings can change."

A sad smile graced Watari's lips. "Yes, they can. Have yours really
changed?"

"A lot has changed. Not just since last night."

Watari said nothing, didn't move, gave no sign what he was thinking
� and he was thinking a lot. The agile mind hidden behind unusually colored
eyes and a handsome face was racing.

"Taka? Don't go?"

Blue eyes, unguarded, not hidden behind glasses, locked with stunned
golden once. Watari looked at a man he had never known. Tousled hair, dressed
in a robe, revealing more of himself and his soul than he had ever known
him to do to anyone. His thoughts raced more. This was the man he had always
wanted to get to know, the man behind Tatsumi, the Shadow Master. This
was the man he had made love with last night. This was the man he had called
Seiichiro�

"Seiichiro?" he stuttered.

<What are you trying to tell me, Tatsumi Seiichiro? What do you
want me to hear? What�?>

A smile blossomed on Tatsumi's features as he heard him say his name.
"I love you, Watari Yutaka," this man who couldn�t be Tatsumi said. "Don't
ask me since when, but I do."

The floor moved out from under him and Watari felt himself in free
fall. He hadn't expected that.

I love you.

The words echoed in his mind. He hadn't expected that at all.

Tatsumi� loved� him?

"You.. what?" he blurted before he could stop himself. He felt himself
shiver.

This couldn�t be. This wasn�t� He had to be dreaming!

Tatsumi approached him, still smiling, a hand reaching for his face
to cup one cheek.

"I love you. I love you, 'Taka. Don't go. Stay."
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