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matrixrefugee) wrote2010-07-10 05:10 pm
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[Yami no Matsuei] "Angels and Demons" (PG-13)
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comment_fic's "Any; any; "I am the Angel; you are the hatred that has sipped my blood and broken my wing"" anf featuring evol!Tsuzuki/Muraki
WARNING: Moderate slash (one guy on top of another guy) and mild violence
Muraki stares up at the dark-winged figure kneeling over him, long legs straddling his prone form, his violet eyes burning with an inner fire that Tsuzuki has clearly kept pent up for years.
"Why do you hold back? You hate me: now let that hatred consume you, Mr. Tsuzuki," Muraki coaxes.
Tsuzuki smirks down at him. "It's called delayed gratification. I know you want this, so I'm not letting you have this."
"You are cruel, Mr. Tsuzuki, as cruel as you are beautiful, as cruel as the demon you are descended from. The way you show it leaves me more wounded than if you had broken my limbs and forced yourself where you're already welcomed," Muraki says, savoring the shinigami's hatred.
Tsuzuki's angry frown turns into a vicious smirk. "Well, it should go without saying: demons are the natural enemies of angels. I just happen to be a demon who's hunted down an angel that heaven wouldn't want back."
"But claiming your birthright came at a terrible price, hasn't it? Does the boy still care as much about you as he once did? Would he throw himself into the fire to rescue you now?" Muraki insinuates, reaching up to caress Tsuzuki's face.
The furious light in Tsuzuki's eyes fades and a choked gasp escapes his lips. This response barely needs words to elaborate the whole truth. Muraki chuckles. "And so you turned to me for solace, to the rank taste of my blood and the bile that rises in your throat when you even think of it," he says. "Too bad about the boy, but it's to be expected. I can't imagine he enjoyed seeing what you truly think of me."
"Cut the crap, Muraki!" Tsuzuki snarls, reaching down to seize his enemy by the throat, his lips snarling back from his teeth.
comment_fic's "Any; any; "I am the Angel; you are the hatred that has sipped my blood and broken my wing"" anf featuring evol!Tsuzuki/MurakiWARNING: Moderate slash (one guy on top of another guy) and mild violence
Muraki stares up at the dark-winged figure kneeling over him, long legs straddling his prone form, his violet eyes burning with an inner fire that Tsuzuki has clearly kept pent up for years.
"Why do you hold back? You hate me: now let that hatred consume you, Mr. Tsuzuki," Muraki coaxes.
Tsuzuki smirks down at him. "It's called delayed gratification. I know you want this, so I'm not letting you have this."
"You are cruel, Mr. Tsuzuki, as cruel as you are beautiful, as cruel as the demon you are descended from. The way you show it leaves me more wounded than if you had broken my limbs and forced yourself where you're already welcomed," Muraki says, savoring the shinigami's hatred.
Tsuzuki's angry frown turns into a vicious smirk. "Well, it should go without saying: demons are the natural enemies of angels. I just happen to be a demon who's hunted down an angel that heaven wouldn't want back."
"But claiming your birthright came at a terrible price, hasn't it? Does the boy still care as much about you as he once did? Would he throw himself into the fire to rescue you now?" Muraki insinuates, reaching up to caress Tsuzuki's face.
The furious light in Tsuzuki's eyes fades and a choked gasp escapes his lips. This response barely needs words to elaborate the whole truth. Muraki chuckles. "And so you turned to me for solace, to the rank taste of my blood and the bile that rises in your throat when you even think of it," he says. "Too bad about the boy, but it's to be expected. I can't imagine he enjoyed seeing what you truly think of me."
"Cut the crap, Muraki!" Tsuzuki snarls, reaching down to seize his enemy by the throat, his lips snarling back from his teeth.