Morning Star

Morning Star


Written for Cheryl


Disclaimer: I do not own. I never will.


Warning: Swearing, lemon, smuttyness



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“What the hell have you done now, Tsuzuki?” Tatsumi thundered, glaring at the shinigami before him.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“You say it every time, Tsuzuki, and every time you say that, we loose millions and something painful and tragic happens. You’re suspended from duty until I see fit to bring you back. Do you understand?”

“But…”

“Don’t give me ‘but’. You’ll do as you’re told. Now get out of my sight.”

Tsuzuki gaped for a few more moments, before glaring angrily at Tatsumi and storming out of the office, slamming the door hard behind him.

Tatsumi sat back at his desk and shook his fist at the door, which reverberated unhappily in it’s frame. “Bloody kid, doesn’t get it…pain in the…”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on him, Tatsu…”

“What does this have to do with you?” Tatsumi asked, not even bothering to turn to face his companion.

“You know he doesn’t mean it…he’s like me…”

“Yeah, a pain in the arse who costs us more money that it’s worth…”

Watari laughed lightly. “See, I know you don’t mean that because you’d have got rid of me long ago. You know I’m your favourite person in this whole building…”

“Don’t push it, ‘Tari.”

Watari laughed again. “All I’m gonna say is that you shouldn’t be so hard on him. Track him down and apologise to him. Let him come back to work. He’s a good shinigami.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Tatsumi still hadn’t looked around at Watari, but the latter could hear the twinge of guilt in the voice that was addressing him. He smiled. He could always have that affect on Tatsumi. That was probably the reason they were as close as they were.

“On your side, as always, Tatsu…”

“Go back to your bloody chemistry set, ‘Tari…” Tatsumi growled, standing up and heading to thor. or.

“I won’t wait up for you…” Watari giggled, vanishing back through the door between Tatsumi’s office and his lab.

Tatsumi growled again and shook his head, walking briskly out of the door, slamming it again behind him.



Tsuzuki had been sitting alone in his flat, huddled up on his sofa, damning Tatsumi to hell. He really hated that guy sometimes. He was so unreasonable. Tatsumi obviously didn’t like him, and yet he was fine with Watari who, on average, cost about half of their annual outcome. It was obvious why. Tatsumi wanted to screw Watari, but Watari wouldn’t know what to do with his penis if he was given instructions. He was shit with instructions.

Ok, so maybe that was a bit unfair, but Tsu was feeling bitter. Very bitter. And his dear empathic friend hadn’t been to see him, to comfort him, when it was his fault anyway, he should have been there to look out for Tsuzuki. Bloody useless partner he turned out to be.

The knock on the door resounded throughout the flat. Tsuzuki wrapped himself up further. The knock came again.

“Fuck off.” Tsuzuki shouted. Everyone important had a key to his flat, so he knew it couldn’t be any of them. Ok, Hisoka had a key.

“I resent that tone in your voice, Tsuzuki. Now open this bloody door.”

Tsuzuki rolled his eyes and dragged himself off of the sofa, pulling open the door and looking expectantly at Tatsumi. “What the hell do you want?”

“I came to see you to…” Tatsumi wandered past Tsuzuki into his flat. Tsu glared at his back. “…apologise to you, for earlier.”

The glare fell straight off Tsu’s face, to be replaced with a look of shock. “A…apologise. You know what that word means…right, Tatsu?”

“I’m sorry.” Tatsumi mumbled, turning to face Tsuzuki, who was now beaming manevolently. “I’m sorry I was harsh with you earlier. You aren’t suspended.”

“Ah, so you do have a conscience! Or maybe there’s something more to this than that…?”

“No, most certainly not.” Tatsumi puffed out his chest and tried to look disgusted at the thought of liking Tsu. “I have a conscience, I keep it in the lab next to my office. That’s all. Don’t think for one moment I’m going soft, Tsuzuki.”

Tsuzuki smirked. “Oh, come on Tatsu…you can’t stand there and tell me you don’t like me just a little bit…”

“No, I really don’t.”
“Really?”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Dammit, Tsuzuki, leave me alone. I’ve said what I wanted to say, now I’m going.”

Tsuzuki, still smirking, stepped in Tatsumi’s path to the door. “Not yet, Tatsu…”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve done a very brave thing, coming here and telling me you’re sorry. Now, I have something to tell you…kinda…” Tsuzuki suddenly looked ashamedly at the floor.

Tatsumi sighed and crossed his arms. “Go ahead then, Tsuzuki.”

“The only reason I fuck up all the time is because of you.”

“What?”

“You’d ignore me the whole time if I didn’t fuck up…you notice me when I fuck up. Sure all you do it shout at me and moan at me, but at least you’re giving me your attention for a while…just me…”

“Tsuzu…”

“Hang on.” Tsuzuki took a breath and looked nervously at Tatsumi, who had given up the macho arms crossed look. “I’m not finished. You’re always so nice to Watari. He’s the only one in the whole place you’re reasonable to. You get pissed off with him, sure, I mean he costs us about twenty times more than I do, but then, the rest of the time, you’re like best mates, and I’m pissed off because you’re never like that with me, and I want you to notice me. I want you to treat me the way you treat Watari, because he doesn’t even appreciate it. He doesn’t appreciate you the way I would…”

“What are you saying?”

Tsuzuki shrugged, stepped forward a few places and pressed his lips against Tatsumi’s. “I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t know how to say what you make me feel.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to ignore me. I want you to…love me.”

“What?”

Tsuzuki pressed his lips against Tatsumi’s again, sliding his tongue ever so lightly along his lips.

“Tsu…” Tatsumi gasped, breathless for a moment, on realising that this was actually a turn on, and with Tsuzuki’s hauntingly purple eyes looking at him, he had to use all of his resistance to not give in, throw Tsuzuki on the sofa and take him mercilessly.

“But that’s what I want you to do…” Tsuzuki whispered to a now shocked Tatsumi. “I can see it in your eyhat hat you want me, Tatsu…”

“I…”

Tatsumi shivered as Tsuzuki’s tongue traced along his jaw and then dipped down to his neck. He knew he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t give in, he should just push Tsuzuki away and suspend him again for…turning him on.

“You want me, Tatsu?”

“Yes…” he heard himself moan, deciding it would be easier to just give up and give Tsuzuki what he wanted.

He felt himself being pushed backwards gently, until he tumbled, not onto the sofa, as he was expecting, but onto a bed. How far had they moved? Ah, studio flat…

His trail of thoughts were abruptly stopped. Tsuzuki’s head was nestled under his chin and he was sucking lightly on Tatsumi’s neck.

“Tsu…”

“What?” Tsuzuki sat up abruptly and looked down at Tatsumi nervously.

“Take your clothes off for me.”

Tsuzuki smiled brightly and slowly began to remove his clothes, always keeping those fiery purple eyes fixed on Tatsumi’sr>
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His shirt off, flung across the room, Tatsumi could admire Tsuzuki’s flawless chest and stomach which sat in front of him, demanding his attention. Not as much as the action of Tsuzuki slowly undoing his trousers, though, which drew Tatsumi’s attention like a beacon.

Tsuzuki paused in his work, those eyes still fixed on the guy beneath his straddled legs.
“Like what you see, Tatsu?”

Tatsumi nodded eagerly.

“Well, I am glad, but I feel as though it’s all a bit unfair. I mean, I’m half naked, and you still have all your clothes on…”

Tsuzuki leaned forward and very seductively undid Tatsumi’s tie, pulling it out from under his collar with a light swoosh which sent shivers through both of their bodies. They had barely recovered before Tsuzuki went to attack the top button of Tatsumi’s shirt, then expertly undoing the other buttons in seconds, spreading the open shirt to admire Tatsumi’s surprisingly toned body.

Tsuzuki’s eyes widened like a child with a new toy and, fittingly, he began to run his hands all over the expanse on skin in front of him, playing teasingly with Tatsumi’s body, until the other man had begun a reattempt at undoing Tsuzuki’s trousers. This time the younger shinigami let him, kneeling forward, sighing happily as Tatsumi pulled the zip down slowly, brushing his fingers ‘accidentally’ over the bulge in Tsuzuki’s pants, before pushing the trousers down over Tsu’s slightly raised bottom and off of his legs, which he trailed his hands up on their return journey.

Tsuzuki’s eyes worshipped him adoringly as he sat perched across Tatsumi’s thighs, hands sliding impatiently around the strip of skin just above the waistband of Tatsu’s trousers.

Tatsumi’s breathing quickened rapidly as Tsuzuki’s hands moved lower and exerted pressure on the rising lump in Tatsumi’s trousers. Tsuzuki grinned devilishly and began to undo said trousers, running his hands all over the gradually exposed silk that was Tatsumi’s boxers.

“You are the devil…” Tatsumi whispered through gritted teeth, arching his back so that Tsuzuki could remove his trousers completely.

“Hai. And I’m horny.” Tsu growled, bending down to lick Tatsumi’s stomach. “And, luckily for me, I have you here…and you’re going to help me with that little problem, aren’t you?” The question was rhetorical, Tsuzuki’s tongue trailed lower and licked across the silk clad bulge. Tatsumi gasped. Tsuzuki would pay.

Tatsu’s hands, previously resting on the bed beside Tsuzuki’s legs, trailed themselves up Tsuzuki’s thighs and slid under the leg of Tsuzuki’s pants on either side.
Tsuzuki arched up, moaning quietly, as one of Tatsu’s hands took hold of him and the other travelled down between his legs, pressing repeatedly against his opening whilst the other hand stroked up and down Tsuzuki’s length.

“Tatsu…urgh…you have to…stop…or I’ll come…”

“So?”

“So…I want you to…argh…fuck me.”

Tatsumi pulled his hands away and waited until Tsuzuki caught his breath again. Purple eyes turned to him again, burning into him.

“I want you to fuck me.” Tsuzuki repeated, emphasising every word. “Hard.” He added, sliding his own hands down to the waistband of his pants and tugging them down, revealing himself to Tatsu.

Tatsumi gaped for a moment, never in his life having imagined Tsuzuki to be so incredibly beautiful. He was brought back to the moment by Tki’ski’s hands pulling his own pants off, fingers dragging against his skin as they were pulled down his legs, leaving him naked and at Tsuzuki’s mercy.

Tsuzuki smirked, dipped his head down again and took Tatsumi in his mouth. Tatsumi cried out and arched his back again, pushing himself further into the hot depths of Tsuzuki’s mouth. This thought, being buried in Tsuzuki, caused his stomach to turn in a flimsy movement that he thought would surely make him come.
But, like Tsuzuki, he wanted to come whilst…fucking…the gorgeous specimen before him. Hard. As Tsuzuki requested.

Coldness swept over him as Tsuzuki’s mouth left him, and his eyes opened, staring intimately into his partners.

Tsuzuki, once more without breaking eye contact, brought Tatsumi’s fingers to his mouth and licked them, slowly, one at a time, then guided the hand slowly back down between his legs to the opening Tatsumi had been playing with earlier.

“Touch me.” Tsuzuki whispered, pressing Tatsumi’s hand against himself.

Tatsumi complied, sliding one finger inside uki,uki, who moaned louder than before, and reached before him to stroke along Tatsumi’s wet hardness.

Another finger was added. Tsuzuki bucked his hips and pressed down on the fingers inside him, gasping quietly and then nearly screaming as one of the fingers pressed hard against his prostate.

Tatsumi’s third finger slid up inside Tsuzuki, stretched him and rubbed their wetness along the walls of Tsuzuki’s body, lubricating him.

Tsuzuki was writhing, trying to restrain himself from pounding down on Tatsumi’s fingers as they played with him.

“Stop…please, Tatsu…” he gasped, reluctantly pulling Tatsumi’s fingers out of him. Again, he took a moment to compose himself, and then, fluidly, climbed off of Tatsumi’s thighs and lay next to him, legs parted invitingly, one hand running seductively along his chest, the other dangerously close to his erection.

Tatsumi froze momentarily, forgetting that he had to do something about this.

“Come to me.” Tsuzuki whispered lustfully, parting his legs further.

Tatsumi pushed himself up and lowered himself on top of Tsuzuki, who wrapped his arms around Tatsumi’s neck and gently kissed his lips, before once more staring intently at him, fire blazing in those purple depths that had now, long ago, consumed Tatsumi completely.

“Take me and make me yours. I want you inside me. I want you to make me cry, Tatsumi. Hurt me. Fuck me. Love me. Please.”

Tatsumi smiled and pulled himself forward, so that he was pressed up against Tsuzuki’s opening. Tsuzuki sighed and shut his eyes, fingers digging into Tatsumi’s neck.

In one movement, Tatsumi was buried inside Tsuzuki, the wonderful heat from earlier, when he was in Tsuzuki’s mouth, was back, but it was better. Tighter, hotter even. Tsuzuki had gasped, but that was all. His head was thrown back on the pillow, neck bared innocently. Tatsumi kissed the skin there.

Then he pulled out slightly and pushed back in, gently, hoping he wasn’t hurting Tsuzuki, despite what the shinigami had said previously. He hadn’t moved, only sighed, head pressed into the pillow. Tatsumi repeated the movement, basking in the waves of pleasure that flooded over him each time he immersed himself back into that heat.

Tsuzuki spoke.

“Tatsumi…stop with the gentle. You…I want. Hard. Fast…” Tsuzuki growled, unable to finish what he was saying, as Tatsumi complied immediately, pulling out and pushing back in faster and with greater force that he previously had. This time Tsuzuki moaned loudly, digging his nails into Tatsumi’s neck, and, as the rhythm built up, he arch his hips up to meet Tatsumi’s thrusts, the angle making Tatsumi just brush against Tsuzuki’s prostate, enough for him to feel it, not enough to bring him over the edge, but each time pushing him gently one more step towards it.

Tatsumi could feel his own heat rising up in his stomach. He could feel the contracting of his muscles, feel the waves of his orgasm creeping up on him. He wanted Tsuzuki to come first, but the tightness of Tsu’s body was going to make it extremely difficult.

He reached between their rhythmic bodies to grab hold of Tsu and pumped his hand up and down the shaft, smooth with moisture from their bodies.

Tsuzuki cried out with every pump, which was in time with each thrust. Tatsumi was groaning continuously as the tightness of Tsuzuki’s body increased, the waves of pleasure becoming stronger and stronger until he felt Tsuzuki’s body shudder, heard him cried out one last time, and then felt the muscles gripping him tighten once more, before he was taken over my his orgasm.

Tsuzuki gasped, panted and stroked along Tatsumi’s back where his nails had dug in painfully at his climax.

Tatsumi rested his head against Tsuzuki’s chest, breathing heavily, shaking slightly as he came down.

His mind wandered back to Watari telling him to go after Tsuzuki. Thank God he had listened to his friend. Then he remembered Watari telling him he wouldn’t wait up for him. Did Watari know? Had Watari known how Tsuzuki felt? Who else knew? Did it matter now? Nah. Tsuzuki was his now. His only. Until he lived again.