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matrixrefugee) wrote2010-12-13 05:02 pm
matrixrefugee) wrote2010-12-13 05:02 pm
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[Yami no Matsuei] (PG-13)
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comment_fic's "Any, Any, In bed with the enemy - in more than one way"
Tsuzuki slipped from between the covers carefully, so as not to awaken Muraki, taking a pillow from his side of the bed and sliding it under the pale man's arm. Muraki shifted, but did not awaken, as far as he could tell, but knowing Muraki, he might be pretending to still be asleep.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Tsuzuki stretches, breathing easier, thought it was rarely possible to really be at ease with Muraki. The cuts and bites in his skin -- already healing -- reminded him of this.
He rises, going to the hotel window and resting the palms of his hands on the sill as he looks out over the city lights below. He wonders if Hisoka suspected anything by now: he had told his partner that he was going out to collect some information from "a contact" regarding the incubus case they were covering, but he hadn't specified what that information was or who he'd have to get it from. As much as he hated Muraki, the man was a fount of information when it came to the supernatural. Since he worked as a surgeon in a clinic in Tokyo, he saw any number of injured people, and not all of their injuries had natural causes.
The problem was, Muraki charged high fees, and that included exchanging a sensuous encounter in a love hotel for a chance to speak with several survivors of incubus attacks. It didn't help that Muraki was almost an incubus himself, that he had the ability to absorb and feed on energy from people around him. And he had some very intimate ways of getting what he needed. Ways that Hisoka knew too well, since Muraki had assaulted him and slowly drained him to death.
This left Tsuzuki feeling conflicted. Much as he was attracted to Muraki, the dark history which the three of them shared left him feeling repulsed. This didn't stop him from going the extra mile: spending a night with Muraki was the lesser evil than letting more people suffer at the hands of the incubus.
The bedcovers rustle; Tsuzuki turns back to the bed, quickly crawling back under the covers.
"Trying to escape, Mister Tsuzuki?" Muraki asks, languidly, turning over on his back, the covers slipping down from his chest.
"Oh, ah, no, I just needed some air," Tsuzuki says, laying back on the pillows, but keeping at a distance from Muraki.
"Anticipating another roll in the sheets?" Muraki asks, leaning over Tsuzuki, who cringes back into the pillows.
"Ah, ready when you are," Tsuzuki replies, not quite happy at the idea, but resigned to it.
Muraki chuckles deep in his throat, then draws Tsuzuki into his arms. "Even I have a refractory period, when enjoying the mere feel of you in my arms is a delight," he says, kissing Tsuzuki, who tries not to wince, knowing that would only please Muraki...
comment_fic's "Any, Any, In bed with the enemy - in more than one way"Tsuzuki slipped from between the covers carefully, so as not to awaken Muraki, taking a pillow from his side of the bed and sliding it under the pale man's arm. Muraki shifted, but did not awaken, as far as he could tell, but knowing Muraki, he might be pretending to still be asleep.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Tsuzuki stretches, breathing easier, thought it was rarely possible to really be at ease with Muraki. The cuts and bites in his skin -- already healing -- reminded him of this.
He rises, going to the hotel window and resting the palms of his hands on the sill as he looks out over the city lights below. He wonders if Hisoka suspected anything by now: he had told his partner that he was going out to collect some information from "a contact" regarding the incubus case they were covering, but he hadn't specified what that information was or who he'd have to get it from. As much as he hated Muraki, the man was a fount of information when it came to the supernatural. Since he worked as a surgeon in a clinic in Tokyo, he saw any number of injured people, and not all of their injuries had natural causes.
The problem was, Muraki charged high fees, and that included exchanging a sensuous encounter in a love hotel for a chance to speak with several survivors of incubus attacks. It didn't help that Muraki was almost an incubus himself, that he had the ability to absorb and feed on energy from people around him. And he had some very intimate ways of getting what he needed. Ways that Hisoka knew too well, since Muraki had assaulted him and slowly drained him to death.
This left Tsuzuki feeling conflicted. Much as he was attracted to Muraki, the dark history which the three of them shared left him feeling repulsed. This didn't stop him from going the extra mile: spending a night with Muraki was the lesser evil than letting more people suffer at the hands of the incubus.
The bedcovers rustle; Tsuzuki turns back to the bed, quickly crawling back under the covers.
"Trying to escape, Mister Tsuzuki?" Muraki asks, languidly, turning over on his back, the covers slipping down from his chest.
"Oh, ah, no, I just needed some air," Tsuzuki says, laying back on the pillows, but keeping at a distance from Muraki.
"Anticipating another roll in the sheets?" Muraki asks, leaning over Tsuzuki, who cringes back into the pillows.
"Ah, ready when you are," Tsuzuki replies, not quite happy at the idea, but resigned to it.
Muraki chuckles deep in his throat, then draws Tsuzuki into his arms. "Even I have a refractory period, when enjoying the mere feel of you in my arms is a delight," he says, kissing Tsuzuki, who tries not to wince, knowing that would only please Muraki...