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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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Dreams

Summary: Tsuzuki wakes up in his bedroom
to find himself in the grasp of the mad doctor, under the light of a red moon�
Muraki/Tsuzuki.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Descendents of
Darkness. If I did, Muraki would have screwed Tsuzuki senseless the moment he
laid eyes on him. So, obviously I do not (cries).

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Warnings: M/M, yaoi, oral, anal, PWP.
Rating is NC-17.

A/N: This is my first adult fiction,
so be nice when (if) you review. I know the sex scene (pretty much the entire
story) might need a little bit of polish, so please give me constructive
criticism if you think I need it. But enough of that, on with the yaoi�

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The violet-eyed shinigami tossed and turned restlessly in
his sleep, haunted by the vivid dreams that flashed in his mind, earning
muffled cries from him. Muraki was always there, and he could not escape those
malevolent eyes. Even in his dreams, no his nightmares, he could not free himself
from the dark influence of the manic monster. The doctor was under his skin and
Tsuzuki wanted him so badly, he could almost feel those cold hands pressing
onto his skin, could almost see that freakish gaze locked onto his.

Could almost feel those crimson lips pressed against his�

His eyes flew open in shock to see a blurred figure
looming behind the eerie light of a blood red moon.

�Muraki!?� he gasped, instinctively bucking wildly against
the heavy body on top of him, but his gasp was lost in the recesses of the
doctor�s mouth on his. He struggled like an animal but his arms were pinned
down with an iron grip.

�Now, now, Tsuzuki. If you do not keep still, I assure you
that it will hurt,� he murmured in a low growl.�

Tsuzuki glared furiously at the smirking doctor. �Get off
me!�

�Hmm,� he pondered, his single blue eye blinking with a
strange light. �I�m afraid that does not fit into my agenda for tonight,
shinigami.�

�How the hell did you get into my room?� the normally
carefree brunette growled , wishing he had the strength to throw Muraki off of
him. But the doctor seemed gripped by an unnatural force that was keeping
Tsuzuki on the bed as he straddled him.�

�My little secret, Tsuzuki. One that you are quite welcome
to explore. But why all this idle chatter? We have much more important things
to discuss�� he murmured, his hands sliding down to trail a hand across the
naked chest of his captive, tweaking a soft nipple. Tsuzuki hissed at the
contact, a deep blush staining his pale cheeks. �Oh, if you like that, my
shinigami, I have many more delights in store for you.� Deliberately, he ground
his hips on the guardian�s groin, rubbing their two needs together and Tsuzuki
could not help arching into the heated touch.

�No�Hisoka�� he groaned, the memory of the green eyed boy
sharp in his mind.

�Ah yes, little Hisoka. Such beauty and
perfection is undeserved in mortal youth, don�t you agree?�

A tremor ran through his body at the chilling tone in the
voice of the maniac. �I love him,� he said defiantly, gazing at the insane
doctor with violet eyes darkened with anger.

�Yes, you do love him. You have proven on many occasions
that you do. But, my dear shinigami, you want me. I can see your desire
every time I look into your eyes, every time our bodies touch I feel the
currents of your lust running through you,� he replied lazily.

Tsuzuki swallowed hard. �Liar,� he whispered, his mouth
dry. �I only want Hisoka.�

His lips twisted in a smirk that widened his eyes
threateningly. �No, Tsuzuki, this time it is you who is the liar. Think of this
as me merely trying to save you from admitting that. Perhaps you do only want
Hisoka, but he will not let you touch him, and I can only imagine how
frustrated that makes you.� He bent down closer, flicking his tongue delicately
along the outer shell of his ear in a long lick. �Surrender yourself to me,
shinigami, and I will force nothing unto you, only pleasures such as you have
never had in your life.�

Tsuzuki moaned as the tongue dragged slowly along his
cheek and the line of his jaw, and could not help feeling disappointed when
Muraki did not kiss him. �Never� I will never submit to a madman like you!�

Muraki nipped his earlobe teasingly. �Too late, Tsuzuki.
You have already given yourself to me, I can feel it. And you honestly think I
will let you get away when I have you in such a tantalizing position? I will
have you, whether you want it or not. But, unfortunately it will hurt so much
more if you resist. So, as a doctor, I recommend giving in to my every whim.�

Violet eyes were filled with hate, longing and shame as
his lips parted, aching for the touch of the crimson mouth poised above his
own. Muraki would never refuse such a direct plea from the shinigami and he
leaned closer, capturing the sweet lips offered to him. He ran his tongue
lightly along Tsuzuki�s bottom lip, gently demanding entrance as his hands
wandered down to his shoulders to brush against the velvet skin with his
thumbs.�

Tsuzuki was surprised at how tender the doctor was and willingly
opened his mouth, eager to taste the mouth of the man he had craved for so
long. He reveled in the manner in which Muraki dipped his tongue inside his
mouth, probing the sweet niches revealed to him. Tentatively, Tsuzuki pushed
his own tongue to meet his and Muraki raised a brow in mild surprise, but
indulged him for the time being and returned the motion, his tongue powerfully
stroking Tsuzuki�s.

When Muraki left his lips, Tsuzuki moaned in protest, his
hands scrabbling to grab a hold of the doctor but his wrists were caught before
he could snatch a handful of his coat. The psychotic killer smiled, tracing the
curve of his ear with the tip of his tongue before sliding the wet muscle along
a delicious path to his neck, savoring the sugary taste of the shinigami.
Tsuzuki bit his lips to keep from crying out when he felt teeth grazing the
sensitive hollow of his throat, but when they clamped down, the cry escaped
much to the delight of his dominant partner. Muraki soothed the reddened area
with his tongue, before nibbling on the exquisite curve of his jaw, earning
another cry that made the doctor smirk with pleasure as Tsuzuki clutched
helplessly on the lapels of his white jacket.

Suddenly, Muraki pulled away and slid off
the bed much to Tsuzuki�s annoyance. He heard the irritated growl from the bed
and smirked, amused by the detective�s sudden impatience. The white jacket fell
to the floor, revealing a shirt that soon followed suit, along with the tie
restricting his throat. He glanced over to the bed to see Tsuzuki following his
every movement hungrily, licking his lips while his desire radiated from his
body in palpable waves.

�Be patient, Tsuzuki�� he chided softly, removing his
shoes and socks, dropping them onto the carpet with a muffled thump. �We have
plenty of time for my games.�

But that was not the only thing on the dashing detective�s
mind.

�I would much rather be the one undressing you,� Tsuzuki
blurted out, a flush of humiliation colouring his cheeks. Muraki paused in the
act of unbuckling his belt, a surprised grin curving his lips and he chuckled.

�Let it never be said that I refused such a request from a
luscious being such as yourself,� he almost purred, his glasses flashing in the
red moonlight. Tsuzuki gulped as Muraki moved towards him, his silver hair
swaying seductively behind him. �Only, detective, I will be the one undressing
you first. You will have to wait your turn.�

Muraki pushed him back lightly so that the shinigami
landed with a soft thump on the pillows and he lowered his lips to the naked
chest, taking a hardening bud into his mouth. There was a sharp intake of
breath from Tsuzuki as the nipple was carefully licked and sucked into its full
glory, before Muraki mockingly gave it a playful nip. He winced, his hands
frantically searching for something to grip onto to and settling for bunching
the sheets with whitened fists. This was not the last to come, however, as the
doctor began to lap the abused bud, now almost rock hard in his mouth.

�M-Muraki�� he gasped, arching his back. �M-More��

The madman licked his lips, switching his attention to the
other nipple, and choosing a more tender approach, began to suckle it like a
babe and the action, pleasingly enough, caused Tsuzuki to twist in delight. Satisfied
that the shinigami was truly his for the night, Muraki planted his lips on the
silky stripe that trailed down the flat belly of his treasure, following the
alluring path down to the waistband of his pants. When Tsuzuki heard the zipper
being pulled down, he raised his head to watch the highly arousing sight of
Muraki pulling the zipper with his teeth. He sighed as his legs were freed from
the constraints of the material and when he heard Muraki murmur in approval, he
glanced up shyly.

�Very nice,� the doctor murmured, tugging Tsuzuki�s
underwear down his legs and tossing them carelessly onto the floor. �I�m
impressed. Now,� he said thoughtfully, eyeing the throbbing member with barely
concealed anticipation. �What ever shall I do with you. Tsuzuki? Any ideas?�

Tsuzuki blushed and hesitated. Muraki smiled and reached
up to cup one porcelain cheek with his slender fingers. �Tell me what you want,
my shinigami�� he murmured huskily, his hand creeping downwards to grasp the
half erect manhood in his firm grip. Tsuzuki whimpered, unconsciously bucking
his hips upwards at the touch.

�I want you� to take me� deep�� he panted the desperate
request, turning his head to the side to avoid the others gaze. Muraki narrowed
his eyes, taking his chin in hand and forcing Tsuzuki to look at him.

�When you tell me what you want, look at me,� he
commanded, squeezing his chin painfully between his fingers. �Are you shamed by
your desire, Tsuzuki? Do you feel that this is a shameful act?� Muraki
demanded.�

�N-No�� but he lowered his eyes, betraying his answer.

Muraki regarded him for a moment. �Then look at me,
shinigami, and tell me exactly what you want,� he challenged.�

Tsuzuki stared straight into his extraordinary eyes and as
he sat up, he reached for his hand, tracing the palm lightly with his
fingertips. Keeping his eyes locked with Muraki, he lifted the hand to place a
soft kiss on the palm. �I want you to take me.�

Muraki smirked and shoved him onto his back. �You did not
finish the sentence, Tsuzuki. I want to hear what you truly want me to do to
you.��

His hair spread like melted chocolate on the pillow and
his violet eyes blinked as he realized what Muraki wanted him to say, but he
complied nonetheless. �Please, Muraki�I need to feel you inside of me.�

Muraki shook his head. �Not enough.� He wished that
Tsuzuki would hurry up and say it, because with each passing second he was
finding it more and more difficult to keep himself from pouncing on the
beautiful shinigami and fucking him senseless right then and there.

Tsuzuki sighed in frustration, the tension from his groin
starting to actually pain him. And it did not help that Muraki was seated on
top of him. �Fine, Muraki� fuck me.� Humiliating as it was to literally beg his
former enemy to fuck him, he was prepared to do whatever it took.�

That whispered request was exactly what the crazed doctor
wanted to hear. �With pleasure,� he growled, as he descended towards Tsuzuki�s
pulsing need. But suddenly he stopped, deciding that what Tsuzuki really needed
was to be teased until he was ready to explode. Confused, the shinigami raised
his head with a questioning glance. Muraki saw the look and smiled maliciously,
baring his teeth. Violet eyes widened, filled with an apprehension that Muraki
found absolutely delightful. Tsuzuki watched with some trepidation as Muraki
gripped his leg with one hand and lowered his face to the creamy inner thigh,
to feast on the flawless skin. His lips nipped lightly at the smooth flesh,
while his hand brushed the skin of the opposite thigh with feather soft strokes
and Tsuzuki shuddered, arching his back. Soon, he had dotted the inner thighs
with elegant kisses and little licks and he also reached around Tsuzuki to cup
the round buttocks in his hands, giving them lights smacks every now and then.

�Muraki��

He glanced teasingly at the pleading Tsuzuki, who was
clawing the sheets in a desperate bid to contain himself.

�Please� I can�t take much more of this.� A light sheen of
sweat was appearing on his face and chest, and his flushed body was trembling
violently from the doctor�s heavenly ministrations.

�Very well, Tsuzuki-kun. I will give you what you need.�

Muraki slid his arms around the lithe
form of the shinigami, lifting him slightly to rest on his forearms as he knelt
over the erection that was practically weeping for attention. His outstretched
tongue deftly removed the dewy drop of pre cum that clung to the tip, before
taking the head into his mouth. Tsuzuki cried out as his length was slowly
engulfed by wet heat and he bucked wildly until Muraki slid his hands along the
raised hipbones, holding him down firmly. Eyes squeezed shut from the intense
pleasure shooting through him, he groped blindly for something to hold onto
before he flailed hopelessly and his hands buried themselves in soft warmth,
fingers entwining with silver hair. Tsuzuki smiled when he realized what he had
in his grasp and tugged gently on the silky strands, moaning broken words of
encouragement to his lover.

As he took the twitching member deeper
into his mouth, the moans of the shinigami grew louder, more incoherent as
Muraki stroked him forcefully with his tongue, sucking the length until Tsuzuki
felt he was going to ignite from the flames of passion that had been lit.

�M-Muraki� yes� take me deeper�� Tsuzuki
moaned, throwing his head from side to side as he shuddered from the intense
heat around him.

The doctor, smirking around the luscious
cock in his mouth, complied with his request, taking him as far as he could
into his throat and groaning at the sweet flavour of pre cum mixing with his
saliva, causing vibrations to travel through Tsuzuki that made him thrash
uncontrollably.

Muraki drew back with a kiss directly on
the tip, and Tsuzuki moaned in protest at the loss of heat around his member
and his hands. He opened his eyes a crack and saw Muraki gazing at him, an
admiring shine in his eyes.

�I don�t think you know, shinigami, just
how beautiful you really are,� he said softly, his eyes devouring every inch of
his smoothly muscled form. �And how long I have wanted you. From the first
moment I saw your eyes, I knew that I had to have you.� With that said, he
leaned back, openly inviting Tsuzuki to undress him. �Come, Tsuzuki-kun, before
I continue, you must return the favour.�

The violet-eyed detective crawled
forward, his trembling hands stealing up the still clothed legs, to brush
against the erection straining against the material. He barely managed to undo
the buttons and zipper, his fingers clumsily fumbling the simple movement; he
was so dazed from the doctor�s erotic actions. Once Muraki had been freed, the
shinigami gasped at the magnificent cock that glared from between his thighs,
and wave of burning heat swept through him at the thought of Muraki slamming it
into him. Unable to wait for Tsuzuki to make the first move, Muraki pushed his
head into his crotch and forced his erection past the startled mans lips.
Tsuzuki choked on the thick member at first, but as he adjusted to the
impressive size he slowly relaxed, sucking the tip lightly and swirling his
tongue around the length, swallowing at regular intervals to make Muraki moan.
He entwined one hand in the chocolate locks, forcing himself deeper and deeper
into the wet cavern, until he hit the back of Tsuzuki�s throat. Unable to hold
back, he began thrusting repeatedly, encouraged by at the sight of his own cum
beginning to drip over Tsuzuki�s lips, his glasses fogging up with heated lust.
With a quick twist of his wrist, they were tossed to the floor along with his
clothes. But Muraki was swiftly losing patience with himself, as he needed to
take the guardian now before he gave into his body�s pleas to release and he
wanted to claim Tsuzuki as his, by filling him with his seed.

Silently, Muraki shoved Tsuzuki away from
him and reached for his coat, pulling out a small tube of rose scented oil.
Uncapping the tube, he smeared his fingers, watching how the violet eyes were
fixed on his glistening fingers and then he pointed to the pile of pillows. The
shinigami lay down on his back obediently, still savouring the doctor�s
slightly bitter taste in his mouth and he ran a red tongue along his bottom lip
as Muraki approached him on his hands and knees. Tsuzuki would never know how
seductive he looked, as he lay with his legs spread willingly, his violet eyes
pleading, and drops of seed still clinging to his upper lips. Muraki almost
lost control at the sight, but trembling limbs were the only signs of the
guardian�s effect on him. He leaned forward to capture ruby lips, tasting himself
and he prodded Tsuzuki higher up onto the pillows so that he could reach the
tight entrance that called to him. He gasped at the sight of the furrowed flesh
that beckoned enticingly to him, aching to slam himself into the constricted
heat. But he restrained himself, sliding a single oiled digit into the orifice,
enjoying the feel of the muscles reluctantly stretching. Tsuzuki gasped in
pain, his first reaction to pull away from the invading finger but Muraki held
him in place, slowing down his gentle thrusts before adding another digit.
Carefully, he moved his fingers in a scissor like motion, stretching the
muscles further than they had ever been before. By now, the thrusting had
become a pleasant warmth and Tsuzuki moaned, mimicking the movement by grinding
his hips into the gleaming fingers. He did not even feel the third finger being
added, only a slight sting when the taut muscles of his hole began to relax.

Now he was ready. Muraki pulled his
fingers out before jamming them back in wildly, smirking at the shout of
delight that he did not even have to coax from his lover. �Muraki�� he moaned
frantically, as the digits withdrew and smashed back into him. His breath
quickened as he watched the shinigami squirm while he continued plunging his
fingers into the tight hole, and his free hand wandered to Tsuzuki�s erection,
grasping it firmly as Tsuzuki thrust willingly into his grip. Both men moaned
in unison as their passionate interlude was about to reach its peak, but Muraki
forcibly shook himself out of his daze, knowing that he would regret it for a
long time if he did not take the guardian now when he had the chance. But
Tsuzuki surprised him with impatience of his own.

�Muraki�� he panted, reaching for the
doctor. �No more waiting� I need you inside me now.�

Muraki smiled, kissing him long and deep
before neatly turning him over so that Tsuzuki was his hands and knees.
Uncapping the tube for the second time, he smoothed the oil onto his cock,
moaning as his hands kneaded his manhood and the sweet scent of the roses
drifted through the dark room, intoxicating both men. Tsuzuki bit his lip to
hold back a groan as he turned his head to watch Muraki rubbing himself, beads
of liquid gathering at the tip of his length and falling onto his naked thigh.
Finally, Muraki positioned himself behind the perfect form of the guardian, the
head of his penis brushing the entrance, which was imploring to be fucked.

�Are you ready, guardian of death?�
Muraki breathed, barely able to hold back from slamming into him.

�Y-Yes� oh god, just fuck me before I go
insane!� Tsuzuki begged, his member throbbing painfully from lack of release.

The slick cock slammed into him in one
swift movement, sheathing Muraki to the hilt as Tsuzuki screamed, feeling the
thick penis forcing through the muscles that struggled to deny it entrance.
Muraki grasped his narrow hips with an iron grip to steady him as he pulled out
until the tip was touching the smooth cheeks of his buttocks, before thrusting
in again. The penetration had hurt, even though Muraki had prepared him
thoroughly, and Tsuzuki whimpered as he tried to get used to the hard cock
stretching him open. His head fell forward as Muraki thrust into him
repeatedly, hard and fast just like Tsuzuki had wanted. Instead, he concentrated
on the sound of their harsh breathing and disjointed moans that filled the
room, coupled with the slap of skin on skin that only made Muraki harder.

Muraki grunted as he thrust into the
delightfully tight body of the shinigami, gripping slender hips so hard that
Tsuzuki was sure he would have bruises by tomorrow. He paused suddenly in mid
thrust, sliding his hand over the guardians back as he pulled out but did not
push back in. With a questioning moan from deep in his throat, Tsuzuki tried
vainly to push himself back onto the cock that was giving him so much pleasure,
but Muraki moved with some difficulty out of his reach.

�Do not worry, my dark god,� he
whispered, pulling a hot and bothered shinigami into his arms. �The night is
far from over.� Gently, he placed Tsuzuki on the soft mountain of pillows
before pushing back into him with a groan. Tsuzuki sighed in relief, hooking
his legs around his hips and entangling his hands in his silver hair. Sweating
heavily, Muraki kissed him deeply, leading the guardians tongue into an erotic
dance. Tsuzuki responded enthusiastically to the kiss, reaching down to tweak
the hard nipples and causing Muraki to jerk violently within him. Both men
shuddered from the intensity of their lovemaking but it was Tsuzuki who would
first receive the shivers that would rock his entire body, as Muraki slammed
into his prostate, nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves forcefully. The
scream that ripped from his throat was not of pain, but intense bliss and
Muraki smirked proudly as the shinigami writhed in ecstatic agony underneath
him. Tsuzuki�s cock twitched ferociously against the doctor�s stomach and
through the haze of sexual gratification that had gripped them both, Muraki
lowered his head to bite at the delicious pale skin of his neck and shoulders,
hard enough to leave marks. He hit the sweet spot again and again, purposefully
angling his thrusts to meet it and Tsuzuki grew hoarse from cries of ecstasy as
Muraki pounded into him mercilessly.

�Oh god� Muraki�harder!� he pleaded, his
back arching so far it looked like his body would break in half. He clutched at
the doctors naked back, raking angry red lines across the pale skin as he
rocked beneath him. Muraki moaned as the unyielding muscles clenched around
him, the heated pressure pushing him to the brink of his climax as the
guardian�s body massaged his cock.

�Fuck,� the doctor hissed, as he pounded
Tsuzuki relentlessly and the shinigami bucked wildly under his passionate
attack and moaned in response to Muraki�s oath. Finally, Tsuzuki could take no
more and with a long and loud cry he came, his nails drawing blood as a white
spray hit Muraki in the chest, coating the fine hair on his stomach. Tsuzuki
tightened almost painfully around him and he gritted his teeth, fighting his
own desire to come for a few more precious seconds. He gripped the now limp
body, hugging Tsuzuki close as he moved furiously against the slippery skin,
his climax building up to unbearable levels.

The violet eyes were shut in blissful
satisfaction as his head fell onto Muraki�s shoulder while the mad doctor
gasped his name in a deep growl. Tsuzuki wanted him to collapse, so he coated
his fingers in his own cum, thrusting a digit into Muraki�s passage and hitting
his sweet spot in one deep stroke. This was the only persuasion Muraki needed
and he came with a roar, slamming one last time into Tsuzuki, his hot seed
shooting into the pliant body of his lover. He stiffened from the sheer force
of his release before Tsuzuki pulled him down close in a sweaty embrace, the
juices of the doctor still leaking into him from his cock, and flowing out of
him to wet his buttocks.

�Tsuzuki-kun�� he murmured, licking the
side of his face, both saddened and relieved that their passions were
spent.�

�Hmm?� the shinigami replied softly,
cuddling as close as he could to Muraki.

�You do realize that this can never
happen again.�

�I know.�

Muraki smirked at the disappointment in
the guardians voice and held him possessively, his lips caressing the sweat
slicked chocolate strands. �Do you know why?�

Curiously, the shinigami raised his head.
�Muraki-kun?�

He bent closer to his ear, a secretive
smile gracing his freakishly handsome features. �Because this is only a dream.�

�What?� his eyes flew open as the room
dissolved into blackness and he woke up alone in his bed. �No way!�

Tsuzuki blinked blearily as his eyes
adjusted to the gloom, the moonlight peeking through the curtains silvery and
weak. Not red. But where was Muraki?

Had it really been only a dream?

Impossible!

It had felt too real. The heat of their
passion, the intensity of their lovemaking� the� the� Tsuzuki realized that he
felt warm. Uncomfortably warm. Like he had just�

He lifted the sheet to see his flaccid
member, and as he reached down to touch it; he felt the familiar stickiness of
male sexual juice. Muraki� what games was the crazy doctor trying to play with
him? Or was his mind simply trying to tell him that he wanted Muraki through an
erotic dream? Possible, he had to admit. He lay back down, cool air rushing
over his chest as his thoughts raced in a confused jumble around his head. But
he smiled, cradling the memory of the powerful man and he felt himself stir
under the white sheets.

Unseen on the balcony outside the
bedroom, Muraki stood and watched the shinigami pleasuring himself, and he
smiled, resisting the urge to reach inside his pants to touch himself. He loved
playing mind games with the adorable guardian, and seeing the confused
expression in those violet eyes that made him so desirable in the first place.
Tsuzuki did not even realize that they had made love that night, and Muraki
planned to keep it that way. It was so much more fun. Muraki chuckled and
turned around with a swish of his jacket, disappearing into thin air as a loud
moan broke the peaceful silence of the night behind him.

The End.
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