Closer [ Complete ] Who: Tsuzuki Asato (deathcookies), Muraki Kazutaka (redpassion What: Muraki makes his grand entrance. When: Now? Where: 221A Warnings: bad touch. This is MURAKI we are talking about.
Suzaku and Touda finally quietened down enough around midnight to allow Tsuzuki a proper sleep. It had been such a long day, meeting that strange boy, defeating him and then handling his ashes over to...Nightwing? Was that his name? The man in the spandex.
Well, at least he managed to solve one problem in this building. Smiling to himself, Tsuzuki snuggled closer to the warm body beside him. Hmm...what a nice smell. It was something quite familiar to him. Exactly like...roses.
Wait. Warm body?! He should be alone! And ROSES?!!!!
Slowly, holding his breath, Tsuzuki opened his eyes. Please, don't let it be true...
Muraki had that overly-happy grin on his face as his bed partner finally opened his eyes. "Good morning, Mr. Tsuzuki."
The pale-haired doctor cum serial killer had arrived sometime in the night, when his delicious prey laid asleep in the bed, begging to be molested... well not exactly. With Tsuzuki Asato around, every moment seemed to be the perfect moment to molest in the eyes of a Dr. Muraki Kazutaka.
Being seduced in such a manner, Muraki took off his clothing and meticulously putting them away before slipping into a sexy robe he found oh-so-conveniently in the closet. Quietly, he slipped beneath the covers and watched, pleasantly surprised when the other had unintentionally snuggled up against him.
OH SHIT IT IS TRUE!! Pushing himself up immediately, Tsuzuki grabbed the blankets and pulled it over himself while backing away from the doctor frantically. "W-what are you doing here?!!?!!" The shinigami yelled. This place could not be that cruel. They could not do this to him. Oh no, no, no, no, no. And besides-
Wait a minute.
"I thought I killed you!"
Muraki sat up as well, flicking his hair that strayed to cover his normal eye before facing his frantic bed partner. "Why I assure you, Tsuzuki-san, I'm very much alive." his lips curled into a smirk, "You can feel it for yourself."
Alive and shameless as always, Muraki was. Tsuzuki felt his face burning up at whatever Muraki was implying and held his blanket closer to himself. And fuck, Muraki was dressed in a robe too! "Where are your clothes?! Why are you here?!! This is my room!!!"
Muraki gave a oh-now-that-you-mention-it look. "Oh, how rude of me," Muraki tried to give a friendly smile. "I'm your new room mate, Mr. Tsuzuki." Along the way it contorted to a vicious smirk.
"The fates are pulling us together, oh beautiful one! You should know better than to fight against it." Somehow the enigmatic doctor had closed the distance Tsuzuki had set upon them, with his fingers cupping the delicate curve of the shinigami's chin.
R-r-roommates?!!! No, he object! He protest! Fuck, Tsuzuki wanted nothing to do with his perverted stalker doctor...THING. Lost in his ramblings as he was, the shinigami did not notice when Muraki had moved quite that close, close enough to touch even. He tried to back away further, and widened his huge watery amethyst eyes in panic when he realized he had already backed himself into a corner. Oh fuck. Stupid Tsuzuki. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Muraki's smirk grew more vicious as his prey had himself cornered like a mouse. "Now we can make passionate love under the beautiful moon and no one else to rudely interupt us." especially the young boy he has once not too long ago raped and cursed.
"I'll make you scream my name begging for more. Scream till everyone in this building can hear our passionate love making." Muraki would have ended the entire sentence with a maniacal laughter, but instead, he ended it with a pleasant smile. "Not right now though. I'm feeling a little tired from my journey... unless you insist upon it, Mr. Tsuzuki."
"OF COURSE NOT! NOT NOW, NOT EVER!!!" Tsuzuki practically screeched. Oh no, he was definitely asking for a room transfer. Perhaps somebody else in the building could house him for a while? Oh yes! Watari!! Hell, being subjected to Watari's experiments would have been much better than being sexually harassed by the perverse doctor.
"Or so you say," his elegantly long and slender finger slid down Tsuzuki's chest in a teasing manner, leaning in to breathe a warm whisper upon a delectable ear lobe."but the quivers in your body seem to disagree."
Quivers? Of course there would be quivers! It was a natural reaction towards...whatever the fuck Muraki was doing to him. Shivering, Tsuzuki raised his hands and placed them on the doctor's shoulders, resting there for a moment before he gained enough coherence to try to push him away. "S-stop!!"
A deep chuckle rolled off Muraki's lips. He was already half sprawled atop the cornered mouse, the little push not doing much help in keeping him at bay. "You want me to stop when your body is clearly saying the opposite." Call it delusional, but Muraki only saw what he deemed fit, ignoring the other aspects of the picture.
His fingers slipped lower and lower until it reached a few inches away from the prized goods beneath him.
Even without realizing that he was doing it, Tsuzuki held his breath, waiting. Wondering what Muraki would do next even though he knew. Hell, he knew bloody well what the doctor was up to. There were some things that a person only needed to experience once in his life, if ever. Getting raped by one Muraki Kazutaka was definitely on that list.
Then why wasn't he working harder to push the bastard off?
Muraki could not help the pleased smile upon his lips as the delectable person beneath him gave an even more delectable response to his ministrations, meaning not putting up much of a fight.
His lips travelled across the smooth skin in puffs of warm minty breath toward the desired destination, those plump lips. His fingers, meanwhile, remained at their location, putting more pressure under his fingers in a light massage.
With cool, refreshing breath, Tsuzuki thought, a random commercial jingle flashing through his mind as Muraki's lips hovered over his own. This intimacy was making him uncomfortable. They were practically breathing each other in, as close as they were, and Tsuzuki couldn't move an inch unless he wanted to- FUCK! The shinigami shuddered at the light touch. This was...oh God, fuck. No.
It was too good to be true, really, the lack of resistance from the other. Muraki, being the smart man he is, pressed his luck further. His fingers drew circles upon the very skin it was perched upon, occasionally dipping low enough to almost touch the sensitive spot, yes elusive enough to pull away.
His lips hovered deliciously over Tsuzuki's plump ones. Muraki dipped his tongue to trace the outlines of the brunette's lips, not quite dipping in for a kiss just yet.
"Stop it, Muraki," Tsuzuki continued to protest because despite his body's reactions to it, despite the way he whimpered at the touch and arched into it, he really did not want this. This guy was a murderer, damn it!! The same hands that were touching him now had been drenched in human blood before!
Muraki chuckled again. He thought too soon.
"Stop what, Tsuzuki?" His tongue licked the pouty lips, sucking in the plump flesh into his own lips, nibbling on it.
His fingers travelled lower tracing the sweet lump beyond the thin fabric.
"Stop doing this!!" Tsuzuki tightened his grip and tried harder to push the other man away now, only to give in again when his lips were claimed. His grip weakened slightly. "J-just...stop, I don't want this..."
Muraki ignored the pleas and continued his assault upon the lips. His tongue probed around, careful to steer away from the sharp incisors that waited further within.
This wasn't fair. Get a grip on yourself, Tsuzuki!! He told himself, trying to force his body to stop betraying him. He did not want this, but fuck, Muraki was far too skilled at whatever he did, stealing his sanity away bit by bit, leaving nothing behind.
It seemed that the beautiful brunette beneath him was giving in. Smirking to himself, Muraki finally pulled away, wiping the traces of saliva off his lips with a sleeve. "Well then, good night, Mr.Tsuzuki."
Tsuzuki's first reaction, frankly, was to curse at the man for stopping. But wait- that was what he wanted, wasn't it? "Ah, okay. Good night." He would DEFINITELY sneak out once Muraki was asleep.
Muraki leaned on the headboard of the bed with a slight tweak on his lips. "You're welcome to snuggle if you'd like to, Mr. Tsuzuki, as you've clearly displayed earlier. A warm body won't do much harm on a lovely night like this."
"NO THANK YOU. GO TO SLEEP. GOOD NIGHT." Tsuzuki deadpanned.
Muraki chuckled before laying his head upon a pillow. "Pleasant dreams, Mr. Tsuzuki."