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Just One Night	By : Heynchan Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 4551 -:- 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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Title:Just One Night

Anime: Yami no Matsuei

Paring: Muraki/Tsuzuki

Warnings: Yaoi (duh!), Lemon and all
that goes with it...

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Don't own 'em, just borrowing!

A/N: So here's my addition to the YnM
fandom! I've been bouncing this one in my head for weeks now, and am
happy to finally get it out on paper. Hope you enjoy it!

-jailaheyn

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Chapter One: Wining
and Dining

Tsuzuki
stepped out of the limo with trepidation.
That mad bastard thought of everything, he thought. The limo was
parked in front of the tuxedo rental shop where a perfectly measured
black suit was waiting for him. The driver even waited for him to
change into before heading off to his final destination, an upscale
restaurant called Ripe.

Muraki has it
all planned, and Tsuzuki had no choice but to go along with it. At
least, not if he wanted the information Muraki had.

*****

“One night,”
the taller man proposed, pressing himself further against Tsuzuki's
unwilling frame, “Give me one night of all of you. Every last
unresisting inch of you, and I will reveal all that I've learned of
your true past.”

“Fast chance,
Muraki,” Tsuzuki replied. “You only wish for my body.”

The responding
chuckle sent shivers through Tsuzuki's spine. “You've no idea.
No need to worry, my dear Tsuzuki-san, I've no need for you body in
the capacity I did before. Your dragon took care of the last remains
of my brother, so your life is not in forfeit. Do we have a deal?”

*****

Tsuzuki has little
choice. After all, no one has studied his life like Muraki and his
family.

He walked up the
stairs and into the restaurant lobby. The maitre'd looked up at him,
then gave him a smile of recognition.

“You must be
Asato Tsuzuki, yes? The doctor told me to
look out for a handsome young man with purple eyes. Please come with
me; he's already been seated.”

Tsuzuki followed
the man into the dining area. The place reeked of luxury, with red
velveteen curtains flowing from the windows to the floor, blindingly
white tablecloths, and a musician
playing a soft tune on a grand piano. Men in tuxedos dined with
women in long evening dresses while waiters and waitresses dart
between tables, offering a wine here, delivering plates of food
there. The smells taunted Tsuzuki's senses, and his stomach gurgled
in anticipation. Where it not for his “host”, Tsuzuki
would have been more pleased to be in such a place.

Said “host”
was seated at a table far from the others, plants set just so to
guarantee privacy. Dr. Muraki smiled at
him, pushing his glasses higher on the
bridge of his nose. He looked striking in
a black tux, similar to what he wore on the Queen Camilla.

“Ah,
Tsuzuki-san, you're on time. Please have a seat.” He gestured
to the empty chair across from him. “I was just about to order
drinks.”

The matire'd took
his leave as Tsuzuki sat down and opened his menu. Muraki ignored
his menu, looking pointedly in the direction of his companion.

After a few
minutes, Tsuzuki looked up. “Do you have to look at me like
that, Muraki?”

“Like what?”
The doctor's eyes betrayed his innocent question.

“Like I'm on
the menu,” Tsuzuki growled between his teeth. His every
intuition had been screaming all day that this was a bad idea. Now
they drowned out all the background noise in the building.

Muraki laughed
lightly, like a parent amused at a child's antics. “But
Asato--you don't mind if I call you Asato, do you?--you are on the
menu. For later.” He then directed his attention the printed
food offerings in front of him. “This place offers mostly
Western fare, and the desserts are fantastic, I'm told. Order
whatever you wish, you'll need your strength. For later.”

The menu was mostly
in English, much to Tsuzuki's dismay and Muraki's amusement. The
doctor offered translations of each item.

“I recommend
the veal. It will go well with the wine I'm ordering.”

Tsuzuki forced
himself to stare at the foreign menu. “A wine? Getting me
drunk won't make me enjoy this any more,” he replied. He only
wanted to appease Muraki enough to reveal his information.

No matter what
he had to do.

Muraki smiled
again. “I think you know as well as I that if I wanted you
mindlessly willing, I'd offer a more exotic and potent brew. No, I
simply want you to relax a bit and see that you can enjoy my
company.”

Enjoy Muraki's
company? Tsuzuki could barely comprehend the thought. The man in
front of him was the same creature that regularly threatened him in
“dates.” He was a murderous madman, a twisted individual
who manipulated innocents with ease and felt no remorse. A man whose
interest in him was prurient at best. How could be possibly relax?

The waiter came to
their table, wasting no time in bringing the wine Muraki ordered, a
vintage Pinot Noir. He popped the cork and offered it for the
platinum haired man to sniff. After Muraki's approving nod, both
glasses were then quickly filled, and the waiter vanished again,
leaving the two men to slip in silence for a moment.

“So, tell me,
Asato,” began Muraki, refilling Tsuzuki's empty glass, “What
is your biggest fear concerning my information?”

Tsuzuki picked up
the glass and took a large sip. Though his undead constitution gave
him a higher tolerance than the living, he found himself wanting to
make the appearance of appeasing Muraki's request to relax. Besides,
taking the edge off a little couldn't hurt. It may even ease his
nervousness.

“Why do you
even care? If you're withholding it like this, I know it must be
traumatizing.”

“And yet you
still agreed to come along on our date. I'd be lying if I said that
I look forward to the look on your face when you find out. You've
had quite some time to think about your past, haven't you? Come now,
hit me with your best shot.”

Tsuzuki mulled over
that question. He knew that he'd done something horrible, something
so awful that it drove him to attempt suicide not once, but twice to
end his long life. He knew that the JunOhChoOh selected him for a
good reason. He was powerful, even as a mortal, living 8 years
despite deliberate starvation and sleep deprivation. Even now, his
command of 12 Shikigami rivaled anyone in the entire MeiFu. His
lifetime was plagued by nightmares of murder, with blood stained
hands pleading for their lives. He knew in his heart of hearts that
he wasn't human. So, what was he?

“Fine. I
fear that I have more blood on my hands than I believed. That I've
caused more deaths of innocents. That I'm some kind of monster.”

“You will be
quite surprised my findings then. I've operated under the assumption
of your inhuman nature when I orcastrated the hacking of your top
secret personal information from the MeiFu's mainframe.”

Tsuzuki looked up
from his glass, startled. “What? When did that happen?”

Muraki causally
took another small sip. “They didn't tell you? Of course not.
Wouldn't want you to think something was wrong in the aftermath of
your little run in with a certain demonic minion of Ashitarote, did
they? No matter, with the destruction of the main library, getting
your records was quite simple. I simply had to know more about you,
now that I found you. You can confirm what I have to say yourself.”

Before Tsuzuki
could respond, the waiter reappeared, ready to take their orders. As
Muraki ordered in English, Tsuzuki watched him carefully. The doctor
easily charmed the much younger man with a few words and a slow,
sexy, smile, leaving him blushing as he scribbled down the orders.
Much to Tsuzuki's surprise, he found himself frowning at the display.
He couldn't decided whether it was from the fact that he knew
Muraki's intentions or whether he had no idea what the men were
saying, or...

“Jealous?”
Muraki asked as the waiter left. He gently covered Tsuzuki's
clenching hand with his, pulling it away from the white tablecloth.
At Tsuzuki attempt to pull away, he clucked slightly like a mother
hen. “Behave, Asato. You've nothing to be jealous about.
That boy's beauty cannot compare to yours. He doesn't have the same
darkness in his soul that draws me to you.” Tsuzuki relaxed
his hand and Muraki held it up, pressing a kiss to the knuckles.
“Though I must say that I adore the look of fury in your eyes.
I hope to see more of that passion later tonight.”

As Muraki lowered
his hand to the table, Tsuzuki grabbed the wine glass once more.
Jealous, him? It was the last thing he would have thought, but as
his host raised his own glass to his lips, he couldn't shake the fact
that Muraki just might have been right.

The
men sipped their glasses as a string quartet joined the pianist.
Tsuzuki closed his eyes and let the tune fill his senses. Since the
Hijiri Minase case, Tsuzuki developed an appreciation
for violin music. With the song being playing wasn't the infamous
Devil's Trill, it was still quite lovely, and despite his current
situation, he smiled. The combination of the three glasses of wine
and the pretty music did its work, relaxing him.

“Care to dance?” Tsuzuki
looked up at Muraki as he stood, holding his arm out as a offer.
“Let's not let a song you so obviously enjoy go to waste. It
is the first time I've ever seen you smile.”

The smile disappeared just as quickly
replaced by a frown and a blush. Despite that, he rose, taking
Muraki's hand, determined to play along. The taller man led him to
the dance floor, immediately taking lead.
Tsuzuki stumbled through the first few steps, being nervous and
inexperience with following a dance. Leading was much, much, easier.
Muraki proved to be just as skilled at the waltz as he, moving
through the steps as easy as walking.

“Where's your beautiful smile?
Don't tell me you suddenly dislike the music.” Muraki asked as
they traveled from one end of the dance floor to the other in swift,
elegant moves. “Do still you find my company that displeasing?
I've been on my best behavior all evening, haven't I, and what has
been my reward? Glares, rudeness, and you won't even look me in the
eyes. I tell you, that young waiter was much more agreeable.”

“You leave him out of this!”
Tsuzuki snapped, glaring right into Muraki's silver/blue eyes. His
rage faltered at Muraki's responding laugh. He have given the man
just what wanted.

“Asato, you are nothing if not
predictable.” Tsuzuki froze briefly as he felt lips press
against his forehead. “Relax and enjoy your song.”

With a sigh, Tsuzuki did just that,
leaning into his sworn enemy's chest. He was, for the most part,
trapped in this situation, the least he could do was make the most of
it. The location was lovely, the music beautiful,
and as much as he hated to admit it, his dancing partner was both
talented and handsome. What would one dance hurt?

Soon as the song ended, the waiter
motioned to the two to return to their table, as their meal was
ready. Muraki guided Tsuzuki back by the elbow. Various other
dancers on the floor applauded as they left, increasing Tsuzuki's
blush. He managed to catch the waiter's brief look of envy before
tearing into his veal. He also didn't miss Muraki's amused look at
his exuberance.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Not looking up, Tsuzuki nodded, his
mouth too full to vocalize.

“I knew you would enjoy that
selection. A young calf, kept contained in a tiny box until its
slaughter, yield the most tender cut of meat. I'd like to think the
suffering add more flavor...”

“Are you trying to make me lose
my appetite?”

Muraki smiled around a forkful
of lamb. Positive that he wouldn't be getting a response (nor would
he want to hear it), Tsuzuki resumed his meal. The veal was tender,
done medium rare. He wasn't used to such expensive fare, Western
less so. But he enjoyed every bite, even polishing off the side
order of snow peas cooked in some fancy sauce he couldn't immediately
identify, and another glass of wine. His
guard wasn't completely down, though, and
he kept sneaking glances at the man across from him, who ate with
much obvious breeding.

Dinner dishes cleared, two different
waiters rolled in a cart filled with desserts for the two diners to
choose from. Tsuzuki's infamous sweet tooth kicked in as he eyed
each confectionery masterpiece. Éclairs
stuffed with cream, cheesecake loaded with cherry, creme
burlee topped with lychee, strawberries dipped in chocolate, various
other sweet cakes, and of course, a homemade apple pie. He mulled
over which one he wanted when a pale hand closed around his chin,
then pushed up, closing his mouth.

“You were starting to drool a
bit. Pick anything you want.”

Tsuzuki first choose the creme
burlee, something he'd never tried before. Then he changed his mind
and ordered a sure bet, the apple pie. Then he decided to live a
little and go for something that he both liked and hadn't had in a
while, like the Death by Chocolate cake. His thoughts were once
again interrupted by Muraki shushing him
with a single finger on his lips.

“We'll have a slice of everything
on the cart, please.” He requested, smiling apologetically
at the two waiters. “Please excuse my companion, he take his
sweets rather seriously.”

Tsuzuki fumed at the rather intimate
touch upon his lips, and was half tempted to bite that finger right
off. He decided against doing so, thinking that Muraki might find
that rude, or worse, a turn on. Muraki was having the latter
thought, apparently, and began to slowly stroke those soft lips. Now
Tsuzuki really wanted to nip that finger.

Muraki continued
stroking in spite of his companion's annoyed grunt. “Now, now,
you'll get to sample your dessert soon. But now, I'm sampling mine.”
He leaned forward over the table, his intent clear. Tsuzuki
attempted to move his face to dodge his lips, but his chin was sudden
trapped in a strong hold while their lips touched. The kiss wasn't
forced, Muraki pressing once, twice, and once again before pulling
back to his seat, grin lightening his features.

“Just as I suspected, you are
delicious. I can hardly wait to have all
of my dessert.”

Tsuzuki looked away from that hungry
stare. “Wouldn't you prefer me unwilling? We both know that
you're not above rape. Why go through all this trouble when you
could have manipulated your way...”

“Into your pants? It's quite
easy to manipulate a simple creature, such as your average human.
Even Shinigami, being human once, are easily bent to my will. You,
believing in the lie that you are completely human, fall for my
tricks time and again. But this time, you will not have the false
veil of humanity to hide behind.” Muraki pushed Tsuzuki's chin
up once more to look into his cursed eyes. “And I wouldn't use
such tactics on an equal.”
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