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Never is a Promise

~Notes and the Like~ A bit of Yami no Matsuei yaoi featuring Muraki x Tsuzuki. Pwp lemon fic inspired by Fiona Apple's "Never is a Promise" and "The First Taste", both of which have been used in the fic in one place or another (and for the title no less). I claim no ownership of said songs or the beautiful bishies and made no profit from writing this fic. Don't sue since all you'll get is dust bunnies and maybe a few jellybeans. Now enjoy the yaoi! -Nicoco

Never is a Promise

It had not been easy.

Muraki gazed with satisfaction at the sleeping figure breathing gently on the queen-sized bed. The window was open and a warm summer breeze lifted the thin white curtains in a quiet dance and gently toyed with the earth-brown bangs of the sleeper. /No, it had not been easy/ Muraki thought to himself as he drank in the moonlit face that was soft with sleep.

Tsuzuki had always been resistant. All the times the doctor had cornered the blushing angel of death he had been rejected. Set in his moralistic ways, Tsuzuki vowed that he would have nothing to do with a killer. But it was rather difficult to defend himself in that deserted alleyway only a few short hours past. A gunshot echoed in the midnight hour and a bullet damaged that beautiful, immortal body. As Tsuzuki's cells rushed to repair the bloody wound and the shinigami was all but unconscious, it was up to Muraki to nurse the object of his lust back to health in the doctor's own hotel room.

Drawn out of his musings by a rustling of sheets, Muraki turned his silvery gaze to the waking Tsuzuki. Amethyst eyes blinked into awareness and shimmered with an unearthly purple glow in the pale light from the moon. Muraki, hidden in the shadows, hungrily studied the bare expanse of Tsuzuki's chest as the man sat up and the blankets fell away. The doctor had wanted to wait until the shinigami was healed before having his way with him but removal of the bloodstained trench coat and shirt had been necessary to tend the wound.

Sitting erect, Tsuzuki didn't yet seem aware of his surroundings. Those violet eyes looked down to the once wounded left shoulder and removed the gauze wrappings that encased it. As Muraki expected, the gapping bullet hole had completely disappeared.

"Feeling better, Tsuzuki-san?"

The man on the bed froze, his body turning cold as ice. The only movement was the delicate sway of his hair from the open window's breeze. Taking another look at his shoulder then returning his gaze to the darkness from which the voice had sounded, Tsuzuki growled. "Muraki."

Chuckling softly, Muraki rose from his seat. His immaculate white suit and silvery hair shone with an angelic aura as he stepped into the pale light cast by the window. His eyes reflected the light like two gleaming mirrors as Tsuzuki noted the absence of the thin-framed glasses the doctor was always toying with. Tsuzuki recoiled, his back banging against the wooden headboard as Muraki approached the bed. "What do you want?" Amethyst eyes burned fiercely, eyeing the man standing before them. Muraki's smile widened with amusement as Tsuzuki modestly brought the blankets to his chin to hide his naked skin.

"It should be obvious what I want, Tsuzuki-san" the doctor purred as he took a seat at the edge of the bed. He reached out a hand to cradle that perfect face, that soft as silk skin. Tsuzuki tensed at the contact, blushing but allowing the man's cool hand to stroke his cheek as his purple eyes traveled to the mahogany door only a few feet away.

"There's no escape" Muraki whispered as he moved closer to Tsuzuki's concealed body. His free hand tugged the blankets away from the shinigami's hands, tossing the quilt aside to admire the body before him. Tsuzuki continued to eye the door hopefully and made a quick gesture to escape.

The bed creaked as Muraki pounced on the fleeing man. "What did I tell you, Tsuzuki-san?" A low laugh echoed in the small hotel room as Muraki held his captive in an iron grip, an arm pinned behind the shinigami's back and his stomach pressed to the mattress below. Muraki straddled the man's hips, resting his weight against Tsuzuki's clothed backside.

Tsuzuki struggled under him but ceased as Muraki twisted his arm painfully. "You needn't resist me Tsuzuki-san," Muraki spoke, his voice controlled, low and flowing like honey over his lips. "Why don't you submit to me, if only for tonight?"

Tsuzuki made a growling noise and spat out his words contemptuously. "I'd never give myself to a killer like you!"

"Never?" Muraki asked, a note of curiosity in his voice. He kept Tsuzuki's arm pinned but lowered himself to graze his lips over an exposed ear. "Never?" he repeated, his soft breath sending a quiver through Tsuzuki's spine. "Never is a promise, Tsuzuki-san. Don't you think you've broken enough?"

Muraki felt Tsuzuki's body twitch beneath him but otherwise remain dormant. Seeing a nerve struck, Muraki continued. "You promised to protect that poor child Kazusa. She's dead. You couldn't stop me from killing Tsubaki-hime. You promised to let no more die by my hands. The people you swore to protect are dead, Tsuzuki-san. Their blood stains your hands as much as mine."

Tsuzuki was utterly still under Muraki's restraints. It seemed as if the man had even stopped breathing. "You aren't very good at keeping your promises, Tsuzuki-san."

"Quiet!" It was nearly a sob as Tsuzuki's body trembled like a fallen leaf caught in a storm. His body shook almost violently as tears began to overflow and spill down his face. Seeling the wave of sorrow wash over Tsuzuki's tortured form, Muraki slowly released the arm he held captive. Tsuzuki pulled it away from Muraki's hands and curled into a fetal position, his back to the window and to Muraki. Faint, anguished utterings of "Quiet" accompanied by a soft whimpering reached Muraki's ears over the distant chirping of crickets on the lamp-lit street below.

Lying on the bed, Muraki gently spooned himself against Tsuzuki's shuddering back and wrapped his arms around the broken angel of death. "Shhh," Muraki soothed, his voice soft and comforting against Tsuzuki's neck. His breath tickled the sensitive skin and there was a small hitch in Tsuzuki's weeping. After a few moments the tears began to dry and the cries were reduced to a few sniffles. "I can stop your suffering so easily if only you'd let me..."

Tsuzuki gasped as he felt Muraki's hand travel down his torso and past his navel to encase his clothed length. "I can end it all." Tsuzuki bit his lip as his cock was rubbed through his pants into awareness. His body tensed but Muraki relaxed the stiff flesh with soft kisses over Tsuzuki's bare neck and shoulders. Aware of Muraki's hardness, Tsuzuki moaned quietly as the doctor pressed his erection against his backside shamelessly.

"It feels good, doesn't it Tsuzuki?" Muraki murmured into the man's ear, tracing the delicate shell with a moist tongue. Tsuzuki's breathing became more labored as Muraki nibbled on his ear lobe, his hand creating a wonderful friction against Tsuzuki's hardening sex through the fabric. "I can take your suffering away." With a cunning smirk, he added, "I promise."

Tsuzuki arched his back against Muraki as cool fingers slid under the hem of his pants and fondled the tip of his now fully erect length. "Muraki..." Tsuzuki moaned as the doctor gripped him and began to slowly slide his hand up and down his rigid shaft. The doctor then palmed the head, rubbing in slow, circular patterns with his open hand. Tsuzuki's body was betraying him; his resistance was breaking under Muraki's ministrations. /I could never protect anyone/ Tsuzuki thought to himself sadly as a progression of faces passed in a muddled blur behind his eyes. /I can't even protect myself/. With a small, defeated sigh, Tsuzuki allowed himself to fully enjoy the doctor's attention. He focused on the beautiful friction Muraki was applying to him and let everything else fade into oblivion.

Muraki smiled wickedly as he felt Tsuzuki's barriers drop as the tortured man opened himself to the new pleasure he was experiencing. A slight groan of protest escaped Tsuzuki when the hand ceased its movements and was withdrawn from his pants. Craning his neck he caught the glint of Muraki's smirk in the corner of his eye. Tsuzuki was about to voice his complaints when he was rolled onto his back and eager hands were at his zipper. Lifting his hips as Muraki slid the confining clothing away, Tsuzuki felt his cheeks redden as the fully clothed man studied his freed and very aroused organ.

A bout of modesty overcame him and Tsuzuki lowered his hands to cover his nude body. His hands were taken into Muraki's, and without warning the doctor took a slow, savory lick of his captive from base to tip. Tsuzuki's breath shuddered from his lungs as Muraki's tongue lathered his cock. Muraki dropped the offending hands, placing his own on Tsuzuki's hips as he took the head of the throbbing erection into his mouth. The expected upward thrust was denied as Muraki slid down the hardened sex ever so slowly, swirling his tongue along the rigid skin and outlining the pulsing veins.

The moans emitting from Tsuzuki were enough to drive Muraki mad with libidinous hunger but he continued administering his sweet torture to the brunette's length. Feeling the tip tickle the back of his throat, Muraki sucked the organ as if to swallow it whole. Tsuzuki moaned without reserve. His hands left the knotted sheets and tangled into Muraki's silvery locks instead.

Tsuzuki's body grew tense under Muraki's hands as the doctor bobbed his head in a quickening pace. /The first taste/ Muraki thought hungrily as his mouth tightened around the flesh he'd only fantasized of ravishing. With a guttural groan, Tsuzuki's body spasmed as he climaxed, his bittersweet fluid dripping down Muraki's throat like the most exquisite liquor.

"Mmmm, lovely" Muraki purred as he licked his lips clean. Tsuzuki lay panting, his skin glowing under a thin sheen of sweat and his half-lidded eyes unfocused. Muraki gave Tsuzuki time to recover from the orgasm and began to disrobe. He removed his spotless garments and lay them in neat piles next to the bed.

Tsuzuki came out of his post-orgasm trance and turned his head to the now nude doctor. The sight caused a slight twitch between Tsuzuki's legs as his violet eyes drank in the broad shoulders, the perfectly toned torso and the gentle curves of muscular arms. His eyes trailed downward and Tsuzuki swallowed hard at the sight of Muraki's impressive sex hard with desire and glistening with pre-cum.

Catching Muraki's gaze, Tsuzuki blushed crimson and looked away from that irresistible body that his eyes couldn't help but flicker back to. Muraki lay naked on his side next to Tsuzuki, turning the other man's smaller body to face his. Brushing delicate, petal-pink lips with a light kiss, silver eyes gazed into heavenly amethyst orbs and murmured "Don't be afraid, Tsuzuki-chan". Muraki clasped Tsuzuki's hand and pressed it firmly against his cream colored chest.

Hesitant at first, Tsuzuki let his hand travel over the ridges and mounds of the flawless chest and stomach. Blushing, Tsuzuki sneaked a look at Muraki's face. The larger man's eyes were closed and a faint smile traced his lips. Taking the expression as encouragement, Tsuzuki dared to brush his fingers over a pert, pink nub. Muraki released a breathy sigh as his nipple was rubbed tentatively with an open palm and exploring fingers. His patience waning only slightly, Muraki brought Tsuzuki's other hand to the opposite and equally hard nub. Growing braver by the minute, Tsuzuki rolled the erect buds between his fingers and thumbs before shuffling lower in the bed to take a taste of the creamy skin. Muraki rubbed the back of Tsuzuki's neck as the brunette lapped and suckled gently, lashes fluttering as his limp cock hardened gradually with every taste of the silver haired man. The smooth edges of Tsuzuki's teeth nipped at a saliva coated nipple, sending shivers through Muraki's entire body.

His cock was painfully hard now as Tsuzuki eagerly licked the other nipple making soft, mewling sounds like a cat lapping cream from a saucer. Muraki fisted his hand in Tsuzuki's hair and pulled his head back. Tsuzuki gazed upward, his eyes half-mast and confused and a trickle of saliva at the corner of his parted lips shattered what little patience Muraki still harnessed.

Moving into a sitting position, his hand still buried in silky brown strands, Muraki lowered the shinigami's face between his spread legs. A lecherous grin twisted his lips as he pushed Tsuzuki's mouth to his ardent erection. Tears welled up at the corners of Tsuzuki's eyes as his mouth was filled with the man's thick, dripping cock. His jaw ached slightly as he sucked at the fleshy hardness. He absently noted the sharp contrast of the virile scent of musk and the subtle hint of vanilla. "Tsuzuki," Muraki murmured huskily. He forced the brunette's head further down his shaft and nearly choked the shinigami.

Unable to wait any longer, Muraki pulled Tsuzuki away and pushed the smaller man back against the mattress. Further aroused by Muraki's dominance, Tsuzuki bit his lip in anticipation as his legs were raised to rest upon the broad shoulders he had admired earlier.

Muraki kneeled between the open legs and dug his fingers into Tsuzuki's hips. He positioned his spit-slicked cock at the offered entrance and teased the puckered entrance with his tip. His patience long since expired, Muraki thrust his hips forward and buried his length to the hilt in the velvety heat of Tsuzuki's body. Tsuzuki cried out from the rough penetration. The size of Muraki stretched him to the limit and the little amount of lubricant did little to ease the sting of pain.

For a few moments Muraki was motionless as he savored the feel of the body beneath him. Tsuzuki gripped the sheets and grit his teeth from the forceful invasion and Muraki relished the gorgeous sight. Tsuzuki's body held him possessively and Muraki was reluctant to leave its mind-numbing tightness. Slowly, he pulled far enough out from the ring of muscle that only the throbbing head of his sex remained in the confines of that intense heat.

Tears glittered on Tsuzuki's lashes as Muraki pushed back into him. His body arched as Muraki's thick cock rubbed against his prostate and his cries were soon replaced with pleasured moans as the pain gradually dissolved.

Pulling Tsuzuki's hips toward him with every thrust, Muraki grunted as his steady pace became less controlled and more frantic. Tsuzuki had his hands above his head now, his lips parted in silent mews of pleasure as the force of Muraki's assault moved his entire body over the faintly creaking bed.

"Harder...Ah, Muraki, harder!" Tsuzuki threw his head to the side and moaned with abandon. Instead of complying, Muraki pulled entirely out of Tsuzuki's body and dropped the raised legs from his shoulders to fall limply open against the sheets. The absence of Muraki inside him left an aching emptiness and a desperate need for fulfillment of the lust Tsuzuki felt flowing through every vein of his sweat drenched body. Just when his violet eyes were about to sob in protest, a startled gasp escaped him as Muraki flipped him onto his stomach. In an instant the doctor had Tsuzuki up on all fours with his hips raised and re-entered the willing shinigami. The second penetration was close to painless and Tsuzuki relished the experience as his muscle stretched around the sizable length assaulting his rear.

Once the previous pace was reached, Tsuzuki pushed back into every powerful thrust, each of which sent him reeling as Muraki's ample length continuously stroked his prostate with amazing accuracy. The feeling of Muraki taking him was indescribable; the size of him filled Tsuzuki completely as nothing mortal or immortal ever had. His body tingled all over in a mass of sensitive nerve endings and elevated senses. Muraki, a man whose seductions he had denied for months, a man who had murdered dozens of people without a shred of remorse was fucking him stupid. Tsuzuki no longer cared about right or wrong. His need for release dominated him and loomed over any moral debate left in his mind.

Pounding into Tsuzuki so hard the shinigami clutched the bed sheets for dear life, Muraki took a fistful of earth brown hair and pulled Tsuzuki's head back towards him. Tsuzuki's spine arched back in total submission as Muraki's free hand found the shinigami's weeping sex. Pumping to the rhythmic movement of his hips Muraki rode Tsuzuki, utterly lost in a fever of sexual bliss.

Nearly screaming the doctor's name Tsuzuki came in a liquid flood that stained the sheets below his shaking body. His eyes were blinded as everything went dark for those few, heavenly seconds of mindless pleasure. Griping both hair and cock, Muraki grunted as his seed overflowed and trickled down both their thighs as he rode out his climax in a series of quick thrusts. The motion of his hips halting and his seed completely spent, Muraki collapsed atop Tsuzuki. Their bodies lay together as one boneless heap, neither of them seeming to care about the sticky white streams drying between them.

Soon realizing he was most likely crushing the smaller man, Muraki pulled out of Tsuzuki with a soft groan and lay exhausted beside the already drowsing shinigami. His eyelids growing heavy, Muraki searched Tsuzuki's face for any signs of regret or self-loathing the angel of death was prone to. The only expression that molded those angelic features was a look of almost child-like contentment. Thick lashes shadowed his doll-like cheeks as Tsuzuki dosed, his chest rising and falling in a hypnotic pattern.

His own smile wider than ever, Muraki nuzzled Tsuzuki's soft hair and pulled the sleeping man closer as he gave into slumber's call. Before he nodded off, Muraki gently whispered against sleeping lips "I always keep my promises, Tsuzuki-chan."

~End!~
*cue cheesy "Awwwwwww!"*

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