The second of ten prompts for
centi_50. I'm having a blast writing these postage-stamp-sized fics. And yep, that's a new icon featuring a certain pair. I have to admit to getting a jag out that particular moment (say what you will about Edward MacLeod's voice: he had just the right amount of deviousness, glee, and lust in his delivery of Muraki's line).
Title: Virgin Flesh
Author: Matrix Refugee
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Muraki/Tsuzuki
Genre: Slash/Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness, it’s characters, concepts and other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Hiroko Tokita, Manga Entertainment, Viz Media, Hakusensha, Central Park Media, et al.
Word Count: 100
“Did you ever sleep with a woman?”
“There was one girl I wanted to make love to. I died before I could…” Tsuzuki’s violet eyes grow misty.
“Come, you must have found another.”
Tsuzuki shakes his head, blushing but sad.
Muraki’s smirk grows more devious, if that’s possible. “What about… another male?”
“Of course not!” A nervous sweat breaks out on Tsuzuki’s brow.
Muraki chuckles in his throat. “Delightful: I have a taste for virgins. Purity is impossible to resist: it’s intoxicating.”
“Cut the crap, Muraki!”
“Mmm, no more words, only gestures.” Muraki stoops over his prey.
Title: Virgin Flesh
Author: Matrix Refugee
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Muraki/Tsuzuki
Genre: Slash/Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei, aka Descendants of Darkness, it’s characters, concepts and other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Hiroko Tokita, Manga Entertainment, Viz Media, Hakusensha, Central Park Media, et al.
Word Count: 100
“Did you ever sleep with a woman?”
“There was one girl I wanted to make love to. I died before I could…” Tsuzuki’s violet eyes grow misty.
“Come, you must have found another.”
Tsuzuki shakes his head, blushing but sad.
Muraki’s smirk grows more devious, if that’s possible. “What about… another male?”
“Of course not!” A nervous sweat breaks out on Tsuzuki’s brow.
Muraki chuckles in his throat. “Delightful: I have a taste for virgins. Purity is impossible to resist: it’s intoxicating.”
“Cut the crap, Muraki!”
“Mmm, no more words, only gestures.” Muraki stoops over his prey.