In the Red

This is the first chapter in what seems to be turning out a MUCH longer story than I had originally planned.
I'd originally planned five chapters, but with six chapters down I haven't really even gotten deeply into the plot, so expect somewhere closer to 15 or so. lol.
Look forward to some pretty hardcore kink between our lucky couple. I've got quite a bit planned, so things should get pretty hot!
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it.
Please feel free to review, they are very much appreciated.









Chapter I.

Tatsumi sighed, replacing his files in his desk drawer. At the rate Tsuzuki was going, the budget was going to be in the red for the next hundred years. Tatsumi was running out of things to cut back on. His eyes glanced over to his bookshelves, spotting his copy of the regulations. He reached up to pull it down, and opened it on the desk in front of him. He began skimming through the pages slowly. There has to be a something else he was allowed to cut back!

He stood suddenly. There! In the fine print! How had he missed this before! His eyes lit up excitedly. Salary cutbacks! He could implement them first thing tomorrow morning! Starting with Tsuzuki! And if anyone else complained... He could double their pay cut!

Tatsumi walked home in high spirits, humming softly as he made his way down the streets. As he approached his home, a change in the wind brought the scent of cigarette smoke to his nose. He slowed cautiously, preparing himself for whomever may be waiting at his door.

"Good evening Mr. Secretary of the Judgment Bureau. Do you always put in such long hours? Or is it perhaps that you were especially busy trying to find a solution to the budget deficit Mr. Tsuzuki has caused?"

The secretary tensed, annoyed by the doctor's interruption of what had been starting to look like a very pleasant evening. He didn't bother questioning how the doctor knew about the situation at the Bureau, or even how the doctor knew where he lived. He was very well aware that Muraki had an extremely extensive intelligence network. "Can I assist you with something doctor? Or did you merely stop by to ruin my evening on your way to head out to rape and murder some innocent young boy?"

The doctor took a drag of his cigarette, seeming to consider his response for a moment. "Actually, I'd heard about your... monetary issues and came hoping to reach an agreement that would be mutually beneficial."

Tatsumi tapped his foot impatiently. "I don't have time for games, Muraki. What is it that you want?"

"Cooking lessons." The silver haired man beamed.

The secretary's mouth tightened for a moment before he released a soft laugh. "You must've gotten too used to dealing with Tsuzuki. I, on the other hand, am not so docile as to go along with your crazy schemes to find out what you truly want, nor am I going to believe that you, of all people, would seek me out for something so innocent as 'cooking lessons'."

The doctor straightened out his glasses with a small frown. "I wasn't expecting you to embrace the idea immediately, but I find that I am highly interested in observing first hand the legendary cooking skill of Tatsumi of the Judgement Bureau. Even at 100,000 yen per lesson. If it would help to convince you, I'm prepared to offer double your normal asking price."

"Three hundred thousand."

Muraki blinked. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I'll do it for 300,000 yen per lesson!" Tatsumi declared with an evil glint in his eyes. Surely there was no one crazy enough to pay that much for a few hours of time spent cooking, no matter what their true intentions were."

The doctor chuckled briefly, pulling out his checkbook. "I'm sure you'll want payment in advance, then?" He scribbled the necessary information across the check, tore it out, and handed it to Tatsumi. "This should be enough to cover the first ten lessons, I believe."

Tatsumi reached out, taking the piece of paper from the doctors, long, pale fingers, glancing down at it briefly. At the sight of the figure scrawled across the check, the secretary nearly fainted. He pocketed it quickly, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at a spot of blood dripping from his nose. "Yes. Er. I'll cash this first thing in the morning then."

He walked up his stairs, unlocking the door before turning back around, realizing that they had not yet agreed upon a schedule for the lessons. "When would you like to begin the first lesson, doctor?" he questioned, leaning against his door frame casually.

"As it appears that you have just left your office, I shall assume that you have not yet eaten. Eager to be rid of me though you may be, I would suggest we begin immediately." Muraki smiled slyly before running his eyes over the secretary's body. "I also find that I have worked up quite an appetite... waiting out here for you."

Tatsumi shot the doctor a dark look. "Don't even think about it. This is -just- a cooking lesson. If you lay so much as a finger on me, I'll charge you double, and you'll find my best kitchen knife embedded in your throat."

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything of the sort, Mr. Tatsumi. I assure you, I will be on my best behavior the rest of the evening."

"Good." Having cleared that up, Tatsumi turned and walked into his house, leaving the door open for the doctor to follow him inside. Refusing to look back and make sure the doctor was actually following him, the dark haired man made his way towards the kitchen. Shoes and coat were removed silently at the door, sleeves were rolled up on the journey down the hallway.

Tatsumi glanced around the kitchen, briefly considering what to make before he turned around to ask the doctor if he had a preference. He turned around, nearly colliding with the silver haired man's chest. Tatsumi jerked back, tripping in the process. He braced himself for the fall, but instead of hitting the floor as he'd expected, he found himself wrapped in the doctor's suprisingly strong arms.

The secretary opened his eyes, finding a pair of silver and lavender eyes staring back from much closer than they should have been. Tatsumi's expression darkened. "Just what in the hell are you trying to pull here, Muraki? Did you already forget my promise? Release me at once! Where is my kitchen knife?"

Muraki gave an affectionate smile, releasing the dark haired man as he requested. His smile almost appeared to widen as Tatsumi instantly leapt back to an appropriate distance. "Now, now, Mr. Tatsumi, I merely wanted to save you from a nasty bump on the head. I wasn't trying to, 'pull anything' as you put it. Now then. Shall we begin with the lesson?"

Tatsumi shot the doctor a harsh glare, blushing slightly. "I should have charged much more than I did. I'll remember that for next time. Down to business. Tell me, what experience do you have in the kitchen? I'll need to know in order to determine where I should begin the lesson."

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Ninety minutes and only a few minor 'incidents' later. Muraki set two plates down on the table, pulling his chair far too close to, and sitting next to the flustered secretary. "Please give me your honest opinion, Mr. Tatsumi. I'm highly interested to see what you think."

Tatsumi turned his head slowly to regard the doctor, eyes blazing. He glared at the doctor a moment before loudly demanding "Just what in the hell do you want from me? And what is this all about? Agreeing to pay a ridiculous price for cooking lessons you aren't ever trying to pretend that you might need! Showing up at my house in the middle of the night when most decent people are already asleep! What is it that you're after, Muraki?"

"Why Mr. Tatsumi, I merely desired an evening in the company of great beauty. Cooking lessons, however, seemed to me a much more convincing story." The silver haired man smiled sweetly at his companion. "Now then, your honest opinion?"

Tatsumi let out a frustrated sigh. He was so annoyed he didn't even realize he was sulking. It was too much money for him to just flat out refuse, but not knowing the doctor's true intentions were already driving him crazy. He lifted his knife, severing a small piece of meat with a good deal more force than was necessary, lifting it to his lips distractedly. He chewed angrily for a moment before his eyes shot open in suprise. "This... This is the most delightful thing I've ever taste. Where did you ever learn to make something like this?"

The silver haired man reached a hand up to adjust his glasses before turning his attention to his own plate. "It's always been a hobby of mine. Though it is one I've found nearly impossible to enjoy without the correct company. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Tatsumi?" The doctor continued without waiting for him to respond. "I must say... you are a great deal less angry with me than I thought you would be."

Tatsumi ignored the comment as long as he could. Continuing to effictiently devour his meal. Eventually finding he either had to respond or begin chewing on his napkin. "I'm being paid well for my time," he responded at last. "Also, I don't find this to be as much of a bother as I do most 'leisure activities'."

The doctor beamed at the dark haired man next to him, watching him fidget uncomfortably. Eventually, the dark haired man noticed the attention, and the doctor chose that moment to stand. "I suppose then, that I will take my leave for now. Thank you for this most interesting evening Mr. Tatsumi." Muraki bowed before walking in the direction of the front door with the secretary following close behind to see him out.

Muraki reached the door, lifting a hand to firmly grasp the handle. He pulled the door open, turning to address his host. "I shall most likely return at the same hour tomorrow evening. Oh, and Mr. Tatsumi," the doctor paused, leaning close enough for his lips to brush against the secretary's sensitive ear. "Next time, I do not intend to behave quite so well. You really do make the most delightfully angry face when I tease you." Muraki brushed a feather light kiss against the corner of Tatsumi's mouth as he pulled back, opening the door and stepping into the night.

Tatsumi watched the door close before he blinked, suddenly realizing what the doctor had said and blushing furiously in response. It was a moment later when he realized exactly what the doctor had done. Tatsumi dropped to his knees, his hands clamped over his mouth in disbelief.

Not only had he just been kissed by his sworn enemy, to make matters worse, he couldn't honestly say he'd disliked it. The secretary took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. The man was just thankful the doctor had left before he could see him blushing and acting like a virgin. Tatsumi shook his head, wondering what in the hell was wrong with him. He stood, ignoring the partial erection he had digging into his zipper. "First the dishes, then a long cold shower," he declared with a sigh.

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One hour later found Tatsumi on his knees gasping for breath as he thrust into his tightly closed fist in the shower. The dark haired man slid his free hand down, cupping his sac before squeezing gently. He let out a pleased sigh before sliding his hand lower to tease his entrance. Tatsumi tightened his grip on his erection, increasing his pace as he slowly pushed the tip of one finger inside his opening.

He breath was coming in harsh pants now. Who would have though it felt so good, and he'd barely even begun to please himself. Tatsumi shoved the rest of his finger in the tight hole, quickly followed by a second. He moaned loudly, thrusting his fingers in and out at a rigorous pace. Tatsumi had thought about, but never tried anything like this before. The slight sting only added to his excitement; he couldn't believe he'd never worked up the nerve to do this before. Kami it was good. The secretary was getting close now, it wouldn't take much more before he reached his peak.

He pressed his fingers in deeper. A loud yelp escaped his lips when his fingertips brushed his prostate. Tatsumi squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to last a few moments more. The dark haired man continued to finger fuck himself as hard as he could, biting down on his lip to keep from cumming. As he fought desperately to hold on, a pair of mismatched silver and lavender eyes forced their way unbidden into his thoughts.

That was all it took. He couldn't hold back anymore. Tatsumi let loose a scream as he sprayed his seed across the warm tiles of his shower, his body convulsing in pleasure.

Once the secretary was able to see again, he gently removed his fingers from his still twitching hole. He sat back with a sigh, letting the warm water wash over his sensitive skin. He rubbed his hands over his face as he tried to bring his thoughts back into focus. He still couldn't believe he'd come so hard, and the instant he'd thought about Muraki as well...

The secretary sighed, standing to turn off the shower. He could figure out what it all meant in the morning. He toweled himself off quickly before climbing into bed, hoping to be unconscious before he had to think about what the occurrence in the shower meant.

Luckily for him, Tatsumi was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.