[Yami no Matsuei] "Washed in Blood" (R)

[matrixrefugee]

Author's Note: Written for comment_fic's "Any; m/m; the morning after, they wash the sheets together"

Warning: Implied violence, strongly implied Muraki/Tsuzuki



Any toss in the sheets that Muraki enjoyed often ended in the sheets being spattered with blood and soaked with sweat and other body fluids, as well as pulled out of the bed and crumpled on the floor. Blood from when he'd bitten his bed companion in a moment of passion or if they had clawed his back with their nails, sweat from their exertions: sex for Muraki could be as much an act of violence as the act of killing

If he was with Tsuzuki, there were times when the sheets were almost dyed crimson: the shinigami was willing to let Muraki do his worst, per their arrangement, and sometimes that meant Muraki's caress was balanced by the bite of his scalpel as well as his small fangs.

But in the morning, with his demons exorcised for the time being, Muraki would turn his attention to hiding the evidence of their fierce coupling, from the more nosy servants. This meant washing the sheets, and Tsuzuki was only too willing to lend his hand, often scrubbing his own blood from the linen, his pale hands ruddy from the cold water...