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Yami no Matsuei



Bonne-Von Project
Love and Gundams


The Bargain
Summary: Tsuzuki makes a deal with Muraki. Bondage with ribbons, Tsuzuki overwhelmed by pleasure, and Muraki openly admiring the response of his new puppet.
          Tsuzuki had tried to mentally prepare himself for this, and other things, but again it was the warmth of Muraki's mouth that seemed out of place. It should have been cold, like the kiss of a snake. Tsuzuki concentrated on neither refusing nor responding, which turned out to be a lot more difficult than he imagined. He wanted to turn his head, spit out the tongue entwining with his... yet the gasp that forced a break in the kiss came not from a sense of disgust at the oral caress, but at the realization that he was about to start sucking on the tongue in his mouth...
          Muraki's eyes opened slowly as he tasted Tsuzuki. The wide amethyst eyes before him caused another smile to appear on his features as he traced the outline of Tsuzuki's lips with his thumb. He then uttered something under his breath and watch with some satisfaction as crimson ribbons stretched out from the shadows and swirled around Tsuzuki's wrists and ankles. With a wave of his hand, the ribbons separated and extended Tsukuki's arms outwards creating a new shadow in the manner of a sacrificial lamb on the floor.
          A counter-spell was on Tsuzuki's lips almost before the red ribbons had completed their movement but he hesitated, the words unspoken. The specifics of the bargain were very clear - no murder, no mutilation. By either of them. Taking in rapid, deep breaths, the Shinigami tested the tethers. Licking his lips, he stared at Muraki, and chose silence over a threat or a protest.

After the Bargain
Summary: {Tsuzuki/Hisoka, Muraki/Oriya, Muraki+Tsuzuki} Sequel to The Bargain.
          The green-eyed Shinigami felt moisture on his face, the conflict of emotion within himself and the room, and could barely stand under the weight of it all. He slid down along the wall to the floor, sitting with his knees against his chest, and stared at Tsuzuki.
          The man had let Muraki touch him. He'd let Muraki tie him up. He'd let Muraki... fuck him. He'd liked it. No, be honest, Hisoka thought. He'd loved it.
          He'd probably let the doctor do it again. And again.
          That's disgusting, Hisoka repeated the thought in his mind over and over. When the thought wouldn't stick, he amended it. Why isn't that disgusting?
          An answer came from nowhere, and it caused him to blush. Because you want the same thing, don't you? Not the doctor, but to lose yourself in another?
          Hisoka lowered his head into his hands, and this time when he called Tsuzuki's name, his voice held an edge of desperation. "Tsuzuki..."


E. Liddell
Amythest Roses


Two People on Opposite Sides of the River
Summary: {Tzu x Mur} An amnesiac Tsuzuki is found by a predatorially delighted Muraki, who is delighted to have a create a new relationship.
          Truth again, unexpectedly. It would have been so much easier to say nothing at all, but he was so thirsty for information, and so I told him truths that no one save Oriya had ever heard before, truths that would have no connection to his past and so be unable to wake it. He'd never forced me to tell him the truth before . . . No, that wasn't true. I had said more than I meant to that one night in Kyoto, too, explained my feelings for him even as he had flinched away from me in horror and disgust.
          Because I love you, I want to tear you apart. I want to pile corpses at your feet.
          Rage, frustration, lust, insane protectiveness . . . the desperate need to make him accept me, to prove my worthiness as a potential mate. Emotions that he should have shared, but did not. And so I had to coax, tearing myself apart inside instead of him. Proving my worthiness to join with him in a different way, by demonstrating that I was capable of self-restraint. So painful and strange.
          I did not know how much longer I could successfully imitate human tenderness, but I knew I had to continue to try, or risk losing everything.


Kouri
Kouri and Karasu's Fanfiction


Where Will You Go?
Summary: After the Kyoto arc, Oriya challenges Muraki to go a year without killing anyone. The prize? Why, Oriya himself, of course.
          It was raining at the Ko Kaku Rou, and Mibu Oriya had finally lost his temper.
          It wasn’t the kind of explosion that most of his employees would have expected, having witnessed his famous ‘Oriya Kick’ administered to Muraki’s head a great many times. Nor was it the kind Muraki himself would have expected. Of course, Muraki wasn’t there to see it. Not precisely.
          He was there, but he had yet to wake up.







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lyrebird
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Blossoms and Blood
Summary: Post-Kyoto arc, Tsuzuki is haunted by dreams of Muraki and his glowing false eye. Determined to bring Muraki to justice, he tracks his nemesis to Nagasaki. But their reunion only raises more disturbing questions about Muraki's past and future, and Tsuzuki is forced to confront the duality within his own character.
          Tsuzuki frowned at the screen, blinking bleary eyes. He could have sworn Muraki possessed a more muscular frame. On the Queen Camellia, Muraki had pinned him to the deck with the weight of his body. With their hands clasped together, fingers entwined, his lips caressed Tsuzuki's cheek before drifting slowly across to his mouth. Tsuzuki was trapped, ensnared...as much by Muraki's dominance as his own helpless fascination.
          The most powerful Shinigami in EnMaCho rendered catatonic by the sexual advances of a human...it was shameful. Disgusting. Humiliating. He despised himself for his weakness.
          But what could he do about it?
          Tsuzuki rested his elbows on the desk, and buried his face in his hands. If only he knew.







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Under the Old Oak Tree
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Monozuki
Summary: WIP. Weiss Kreuz crossover. The Shinigami wants to know; why would mortals willingly assume burdens that had already broken the strongest Shinigami? And meanwhile, a certain doctor wants revenge - because he has nothing else to live for.
         Startled, I jerk to a stop. It’s a boy, the exact same size as me, slender and wiry. His eyes, however, are a dark blue, deep ocean waters, and his hair is a shade darker too, tawny lion and savanna colors. We blink at each other, too surprised to do a whole lot more, although I instinctively shift my weight, slipping into the balance necessary for kenjitsu, even though I haven’t my sword. Comprehension flickers across that smooth, young face, and he moves, too. The difference is that a handful of shining needles appear between his fingers, and shit now I remember that he knows how to use them, now I recognize him. The baby of the assassins. Omi. The kid who really is the age that I still appear to be.
          My heartbeat leaps, and settles into a new, quicker rhythm, and a pulse of adrenaline shoots through my veins. If those thin slivers are poisoned, recovery would slow my reaction times, and I might not be able to escape without him being any the wiser as to my true nature.
          Sometimes, being dead really sucks.







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