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Slipping Defenses
This is what I wanted to happen between Tatsumi and Tsuzuki in volume 7 of the manga, then it would've been perfect!
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A/N: I don't own Yami no Matsuei. That said, let me warn all that this is my first attempt at a Yami no Matsuei fic, and I'm biting my nails over this one. This is what I wanted to happen when Tatsumi took Tsuzuki to the hotel after rescuing him from Muraki. I borrowed some of the dialogue directly from the manga (indicated in italics for credit), but the rest I changed to suit my own devious purposes.
Slipping Defenses
'He's beautiful when he sleeps.'
Tatsumi took advantage of their privacy to let down his personal guard and relax. He brushed an errant lock of hair off of Tsuzuki's forehead, content to watch him sleep. When he looked at Tsuzuki he had always felt guilt - guilt for being cold, guilt for being selfish, and guilt for abandoning him. He was distant and cold to protect himself, and it took him years to realize the damage he had caused to his former partner.
Sitting in a chair by the bed, Tatsumi propped his feet up, loosened his tie and allowed his mind to wander. Having Tsuzuki as a partner had been more difficult than he could ever convey, but it had been compounded by how genuine and open Tsuzuki was with his thoughts and emotions - it was completely overwhelming. He could admit to himself now that he was selfish back then - he dumped Tsuzuki to keep himself sane. But it didn't stop there. He had worked hard to keep his ex-partner at a distance and would always turn a blind eye to the open sadness that sometimes crossed Tsuzuki's face. He threw himself completely into his job as secretary and tried to ignore Tsuzuki's inability to keep a partner, and the despair that followed.
He just couldn't maintain such defenses though, could he? Again and again Tatsumi found himself propelled towards Tsuzuki, again and again he found himself in direct contact. Tsuzuki couldn't help but draw him in, with his beauty and the depth of his character - the man was an enigma that Tatsumi couldn't resist. He couldn't help but find his heart softening, reaching a point where Tsuzuki's happiness might just be worth a selfless act.
And dealing with Muraki was not selfless at all. The fury that seethed from every inch of his being for the psychotic doctor was his alone - the audacity of that man thinking he could touch what didn't belong to him. He clenched his hands painfully as he thought of Muraki touching Tsuzuki - his hatred ran deep.
Movement drew his attention to the man in the bed, and he found himself looking into violet eyes filled with confusion. "Tatsumi? Where am I?" Tsuzuki asked, pushing himself to a sitting position and resting against the headboard.
"You're in a hotel." Tatsumi tried to ignore Tsuzuki's naked torso and the sheet pooled about his waist. Sure he had undressed him, but he would never take advantage of an unconscious man. "Muraki discovered where you were staying. That's why he kept popping up wherever you went. It's small, but you'll have to live here for awhile."
Tsuzuki drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. Tatsumi could see the tears forming in his eyes and they tugged at his heart. He moved to sit on the bed, looking at Tsuzuki and wondering what he should do to comfort him. Before he realized what was happening, Tsuzuki had wrapped his arms around his waist and was burying his face in his chest.
"Someone died again. Because of me. That girl was killed because she got involved with me..."
He was stunned for a moment before he awkwardly put his arms around the weeping man in his lap. He tried to ignore the smooth skin under his fingertips as he pulled Tsuzuki closer and whispered soothing words.
"Don't say that. You did nothing wrong."
Tatsumi tried to pry Tsuzuki away, nudging the man's face up with the back of his thumb to try to get his attention. He didn't realize his mistake until he found himself looking into the beauty of Tsuzuki's tear stained face. He brushed his thumb across a wet cheek, his heart suddenly beating erratically. The hopelessness he saw in those violet eyes was too much for him to take, wanting to push Tsuzuki away and bolt from the room to protect them both from what he was feeling in his heart.
"Tatsumi..."
Tsuzuki sounded so forlorn, so lost and it was Tatsumi's undoing. Before he realized what he was doing, he was pressing his lips against Tsuzuki's cheek, tasting the saltiness of the tears. "Shhh. I won't leave you again, I promise."
His mouth had a mind of it's own as he placed kisses over Tsuzuki's face, feeling Tsuzuki's body relaxing in the embrace, and feeling his own body responding to the half naked man in his arms. Part of him screamed to get the hell out of there, while the rest of him wanted to be nowhere else. He pulled away and looked into Tsuzuki's eyes, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the sadness had been replaced, those violet eyes were now clouded over with desire.
"Tatsumi?" Tsuzuki sounded confused, searching his face for some type of answer - an answer that Tatsumi could never verbalize.
He touched his lips to Tsuzuki's, an undemanding kiss to answer the unspoken question. One hand running lightly down bare skin, the other capturing Tsuzuki's hand and pressing it against his chest so he could feel the wild beating of his heart. In response Tsuzuki opened his mouth and invited Tatsumi inside.
They didn't need to speak, the soft sounds they were making as Tatsumi finally tasted what he'd been denying himself for so long was all the communication they needed. The kiss quickly became passionate, leaving them breathless and wanting for more. He pulled away and looked at Tsuzuki questioningly and was answered by tugging on his clothes as Tsuzuki started frantically trying to remove them. They both worked at undressing him, every article of clothing removed making him less and less the stoic secretary and more and more the passionate man he wanted to be. Tatsumi removed his glasses, the last barrier gone leaving him utterly bare.
Skin against skin, they lay entwined, their mouths and hands exploring new territory - the room filled with their pants and moans. Tatsumi wouldn't allow himself to think, only experience. There was so much he had fantasized doing that he was overwhelmed with potential. He pinned Tsuzuki to the bed and sampled the soft skin of his neck, nipping and sucking lower until his tongue was circling an erect nipple causing Tsuzuki to arch up, biting his lip. He moved lower over his taught abdomen until his nose was nuzzling the curls at the base of Tsuzuki's cock. Taking his time, he tasted ever inch of the hardened flesh, pleased with the response he was getting. Tsuzuki was writhing in the bed, sheets wound around his fists and moaning low in his throat.
They had all the time in the world, yet they were frantic to find fulfillment in each other. Releasing Tsuzuki's cock, he ran his tongue lower until he was circling the small puckered opening. With a strong grip he held Tsuzuki's hips down while he licked and probed. He never thought that anyone could make him this aroused - he was so hard it was painful, but he was still trying to be gentle.
"Tatsumi... please..." Tsuzuki was the first to speak, no longer able to stand the sweet torture.
Without answering, Tatsumi rose to his knees, lifted Tsuzuki's legs, rested them on either shoulder and positioned himself. He looked into Tsuzuki's lust clouded eyes, requesting permission.
Tsuzuki whimpered, lifting his hips. "Please Tatsumi!"
That was all the answer he needed. Tatsumi pushed in slowly, the heat and tightness amazing. When he was fully embedded he stilled his movements and waited for Tsuzuki to adjust to the invasion before pulling out and doing it again. He let Tsuzuki set the pace, meeting his body as he lifted his hips and arched his back. Tatsumi moved Tsuzuki's legs and wrapped them around his waist, wanting to get closer, tasting the sweat on his chest, his neck. They moved together more and more frenzied, being swept quickly towards orgasm.
Tsuzuki bit down on Tatsumi's shoulder as he came between their bodies, tightening his legs around the other's waist. The pleasure and pain was too much for Tatsumi to take and he spilled himself into the body beneath him. Neither of them could move, both overwhelmed by the intensity of their orgasms. Tatsumi braced his weight with his arms, dropping his head to the crook of Tsuzuki's neck, panting for breath.
When they pulled away from each other, Tatsumi expected it to be awkward, but one look into those violet eyes chased away any insecurity. Tsuzuki looked at him with such pure love that it made his heart pound fiercely in his chest. He lay back on the bed, pulling Tsuzuki with him and tucking Tsuzuki's head under his chin.
"Are you okay?" Tatsumi couldn't hide the worry in his voice. He was afraid he'd hurt Tsuzuki in some way by what they had just done.
"Yeah... you?" Tsuzuki teased.
"Hn." He stroked Tsuzuki's hair, staring at the ceiling. "Do you have a problem with what we just did?"
Tsuzuki lifted his head up, and looked seriously at Tatsumi. "Yeah. What took you so long?"
Tatsumi grinned, transforming his face into a younger more carefree version of himself. "I was teaching you an important lesson.
"Lesson being?" Tsuzuki questioned, a small frown on his face.
"Patience."
Slipping Defenses
'He's beautiful when he sleeps.'
Tatsumi took advantage of their privacy to let down his personal guard and relax. He brushed an errant lock of hair off of Tsuzuki's forehead, content to watch him sleep. When he looked at Tsuzuki he had always felt guilt - guilt for being cold, guilt for being selfish, and guilt for abandoning him. He was distant and cold to protect himself, and it took him years to realize the damage he had caused to his former partner.
Sitting in a chair by the bed, Tatsumi propped his feet up, loosened his tie and allowed his mind to wander. Having Tsuzuki as a partner had been more difficult than he could ever convey, but it had been compounded by how genuine and open Tsuzuki was with his thoughts and emotions - it was completely overwhelming. He could admit to himself now that he was selfish back then - he dumped Tsuzuki to keep himself sane. But it didn't stop there. He had worked hard to keep his ex-partner at a distance and would always turn a blind eye to the open sadness that sometimes crossed Tsuzuki's face. He threw himself completely into his job as secretary and tried to ignore Tsuzuki's inability to keep a partner, and the despair that followed.
He just couldn't maintain such defenses though, could he? Again and again Tatsumi found himself propelled towards Tsuzuki, again and again he found himself in direct contact. Tsuzuki couldn't help but draw him in, with his beauty and the depth of his character - the man was an enigma that Tatsumi couldn't resist. He couldn't help but find his heart softening, reaching a point where Tsuzuki's happiness might just be worth a selfless act.
And dealing with Muraki was not selfless at all. The fury that seethed from every inch of his being for the psychotic doctor was his alone - the audacity of that man thinking he could touch what didn't belong to him. He clenched his hands painfully as he thought of Muraki touching Tsuzuki - his hatred ran deep.
Movement drew his attention to the man in the bed, and he found himself looking into violet eyes filled with confusion. "Tatsumi? Where am I?" Tsuzuki asked, pushing himself to a sitting position and resting against the headboard.
"You're in a hotel." Tatsumi tried to ignore Tsuzuki's naked torso and the sheet pooled about his waist. Sure he had undressed him, but he would never take advantage of an unconscious man. "Muraki discovered where you were staying. That's why he kept popping up wherever you went. It's small, but you'll have to live here for awhile."
Tsuzuki drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. Tatsumi could see the tears forming in his eyes and they tugged at his heart. He moved to sit on the bed, looking at Tsuzuki and wondering what he should do to comfort him. Before he realized what was happening, Tsuzuki had wrapped his arms around his waist and was burying his face in his chest.
"Someone died again. Because of me. That girl was killed because she got involved with me..."
He was stunned for a moment before he awkwardly put his arms around the weeping man in his lap. He tried to ignore the smooth skin under his fingertips as he pulled Tsuzuki closer and whispered soothing words.
"Don't say that. You did nothing wrong."
Tatsumi tried to pry Tsuzuki away, nudging the man's face up with the back of his thumb to try to get his attention. He didn't realize his mistake until he found himself looking into the beauty of Tsuzuki's tear stained face. He brushed his thumb across a wet cheek, his heart suddenly beating erratically. The hopelessness he saw in those violet eyes was too much for him to take, wanting to push Tsuzuki away and bolt from the room to protect them both from what he was feeling in his heart.
"Tatsumi..."
Tsuzuki sounded so forlorn, so lost and it was Tatsumi's undoing. Before he realized what he was doing, he was pressing his lips against Tsuzuki's cheek, tasting the saltiness of the tears. "Shhh. I won't leave you again, I promise."
His mouth had a mind of it's own as he placed kisses over Tsuzuki's face, feeling Tsuzuki's body relaxing in the embrace, and feeling his own body responding to the half naked man in his arms. Part of him screamed to get the hell out of there, while the rest of him wanted to be nowhere else. He pulled away and looked into Tsuzuki's eyes, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the sadness had been replaced, those violet eyes were now clouded over with desire.
"Tatsumi?" Tsuzuki sounded confused, searching his face for some type of answer - an answer that Tatsumi could never verbalize.
He touched his lips to Tsuzuki's, an undemanding kiss to answer the unspoken question. One hand running lightly down bare skin, the other capturing Tsuzuki's hand and pressing it against his chest so he could feel the wild beating of his heart. In response Tsuzuki opened his mouth and invited Tatsumi inside.
They didn't need to speak, the soft sounds they were making as Tatsumi finally tasted what he'd been denying himself for so long was all the communication they needed. The kiss quickly became passionate, leaving them breathless and wanting for more. He pulled away and looked at Tsuzuki questioningly and was answered by tugging on his clothes as Tsuzuki started frantically trying to remove them. They both worked at undressing him, every article of clothing removed making him less and less the stoic secretary and more and more the passionate man he wanted to be. Tatsumi removed his glasses, the last barrier gone leaving him utterly bare.
Skin against skin, they lay entwined, their mouths and hands exploring new territory - the room filled with their pants and moans. Tatsumi wouldn't allow himself to think, only experience. There was so much he had fantasized doing that he was overwhelmed with potential. He pinned Tsuzuki to the bed and sampled the soft skin of his neck, nipping and sucking lower until his tongue was circling an erect nipple causing Tsuzuki to arch up, biting his lip. He moved lower over his taught abdomen until his nose was nuzzling the curls at the base of Tsuzuki's cock. Taking his time, he tasted ever inch of the hardened flesh, pleased with the response he was getting. Tsuzuki was writhing in the bed, sheets wound around his fists and moaning low in his throat.
They had all the time in the world, yet they were frantic to find fulfillment in each other. Releasing Tsuzuki's cock, he ran his tongue lower until he was circling the small puckered opening. With a strong grip he held Tsuzuki's hips down while he licked and probed. He never thought that anyone could make him this aroused - he was so hard it was painful, but he was still trying to be gentle.
"Tatsumi... please..." Tsuzuki was the first to speak, no longer able to stand the sweet torture.
Without answering, Tatsumi rose to his knees, lifted Tsuzuki's legs, rested them on either shoulder and positioned himself. He looked into Tsuzuki's lust clouded eyes, requesting permission.
Tsuzuki whimpered, lifting his hips. "Please Tatsumi!"
That was all the answer he needed. Tatsumi pushed in slowly, the heat and tightness amazing. When he was fully embedded he stilled his movements and waited for Tsuzuki to adjust to the invasion before pulling out and doing it again. He let Tsuzuki set the pace, meeting his body as he lifted his hips and arched his back. Tatsumi moved Tsuzuki's legs and wrapped them around his waist, wanting to get closer, tasting the sweat on his chest, his neck. They moved together more and more frenzied, being swept quickly towards orgasm.
Tsuzuki bit down on Tatsumi's shoulder as he came between their bodies, tightening his legs around the other's waist. The pleasure and pain was too much for Tatsumi to take and he spilled himself into the body beneath him. Neither of them could move, both overwhelmed by the intensity of their orgasms. Tatsumi braced his weight with his arms, dropping his head to the crook of Tsuzuki's neck, panting for breath.
When they pulled away from each other, Tatsumi expected it to be awkward, but one look into those violet eyes chased away any insecurity. Tsuzuki looked at him with such pure love that it made his heart pound fiercely in his chest. He lay back on the bed, pulling Tsuzuki with him and tucking Tsuzuki's head under his chin.
"Are you okay?" Tatsumi couldn't hide the worry in his voice. He was afraid he'd hurt Tsuzuki in some way by what they had just done.
"Yeah... you?" Tsuzuki teased.
"Hn." He stroked Tsuzuki's hair, staring at the ceiling. "Do you have a problem with what we just did?"
Tsuzuki lifted his head up, and looked seriously at Tatsumi. "Yeah. What took you so long?"
Tatsumi grinned, transforming his face into a younger more carefree version of himself. "I was teaching you an important lesson.
"Lesson being?" Tsuzuki questioned, a small frown on his face.
"Patience."
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