14-Feb-2002

The Bargain - A Yami no Matsuei Dark Valentine
By the Bonne-Von Project

Contact: bonnejeanne@yahoo.com & vonceia@yahoo.com
Category: yaoi, songfic, angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Muraki x Tsuzuki
Spoilers: Series
WARNINGS: Dark, Lemon, angst, a little bondage
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
As with all our fics, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments welcome, be they short or long.

Far Art Commissioned by Kat, Artist: PL Nunn

The Bargain

It was 2am on earth, the hour which was called the "midnight of the soul". It wasn't the first time Tsuzuki had returned to the sphere of the living at such a time, alone, but the first for such a purpose. His partner was sleeping - he'd made certain of that before going. Leaving no message with anyone else, he made the trip and found himself in front of the old church just as instructed.

Why was it always churches? Was it a clue to the mad doctor's past? Had he been raised in a Christian family? If true, where along the way had he come into such intimate knowledge of the Shinigami? Only a few of the never-ending questions that thickened the air where a certain silver-haired madman walked.

Waiting with some impatience, Tsuzuki shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets as the night breeze moved the garment around him. He'd wait another... ten minutes? Hour? Until dawn? The truth was he didn't know himself.

An errant wind blew suddenly, taking a few leaves with it past Tsuzuki's feet. The amethyst-eyed young man could feel the slight chill at his back and then a voice spoke.

"A breathtaking night, don't you think?" a voice said somewhere behind him. As the young Shinigami turned, he saw Muraki Kazutaka close behind him.

Whirling, Tsuzuki saw the tall figure dressed as always in ghostly white. His mouth thinned to a line. He refused to take a step back. "I'm here," he said unnecessarily. "Your promise. I want your word that you'll stay away from him. That's the deal. Don't even think of breaking it."

Muraki moved forward, piercing the Tsuzuki's personal space. He looked down in to the large violet eyes and felt the electricity between them.

"On my honor," he said reaching inside Tusuzuki's dark coat. He touched the Shinigami's rib cage and slid his fingers along his side and down to his waist, settling his hand there.

Tsuzuki started slightly, but again didn't allow himself to back away. "If you still want to kill me, I won't submit to that," he said, blinking. He was repeating things that had been stated before he'd agreed to the meeting. "And after this, no more of your actions to harm people. No using me as an excuse. If you harm others again I will find you and finish what I started."

Muraki nodded. He stepped even closer into the small gap between Tusuzuki's legs as his fingers, gently caressed Tusuzuki's side. Bending his head he placed his mouth near the young man's ear. "You'll get what you want," he whispered intimately. "And so will I."

Swallowing nervously, the Shinigami felt his pulse hammer wildly. Somewhere inside he knew there wasn't much chance that Muraki would keep his word, the very idea was as insane as the man himself. But if there was a chance... he couldn't stand for Hisoka to be hurt any more. Couldn't let that happen if the only thing that was required was simply enduring the mad doctor for a few hours. I can take care of myself, he repeated silently. I can do this. It's just physical... it doesn't matter.

Lifting his chin, he tried to ignore the presence of the taller man's thigh placed firmly between his own. 'Are you absolutely certain you know what you are getting into?' a tiny voice asked tremulously.

Muraki moved his hand over the curve of Tsuzuki's hip. He squeezed the soft flesh there, feeling his own pulse race. Stepping back suddenly, he reached down and took Tsuzuki's hand in a firm grip. "Come, then," he said, brusquely as though it was he who was impatient to complete this assignation as much as Tsuzuki. "We don't have much time."

Without waiting for an answer, the tall, pale creature vanished them both. A small disturbed pile of leaves was the only mark that they had ever stood in that space. The next breath of wind erased even that marker.

Moonlight from high above shone through the lattice work and created elongated shadows on the floor of the room. As Tsuzuki's awareness returned, he felt long arms around his waist from behind in a mock-up of a lover's embrace. A chilled wind blew across his fine features, gently lifting his dark mass of hair and disturbing the stillness of the place.

Muraki drew a deep breath as he held his prized captive against him. What light there was in the room touched Tsuzuki's face alone, leaving him to the comfort of his shadows. Bending his head, he kissed the soft skin at Tsuzuki's neck and savored the moment.

Tsuzuki blinked around the room, unable to see much of his surroundings. He stiffened slightly as he felt the arms closing around his body, but kept himself still. It was a simple thing, the simplest of all bargains, and for some unknown reason he did not feel threatened by it. Apprehensive...? Perhaps a little. The sensation of warm breath on his neck and then the touch of warm lips caused a slight shiver to dance up his spine. For some reason he expected Muraki's touch to be cold.

Muraki's lips formed into a smile around the kiss as he felt Tsuzuki shiver. He slid his hand inside the dark overcoat and ran it over Tsuzuki's stomach. Moving lower, he covered Tsuzuki's manhood through the material of his clothing. "Excellent," he whispered against the Shinigami's ear.

If he'd stiffened upon being embraced, Tsuzuki actually froze to immobility upon feeling the long fingers glide down his body and settle on his groin. He had a sudden flash of something that might have been a memory, gone too fast for comprehension. He barely heard the whispered word but felt the brush of warm air and swallowed, feeling suddenly panicked. All the reasons he'd given himself for doing this... with nothing but the darkness around, and the reflected moonlight in his eyes, his body gave one aborted shake before he got control of himself and stilled. Licking suddenly dry lips, he tried to recite to himself that this was to save someone he cared about from pain and danger... and tried not to think about the sudden jump of his pulse or what had awakened under that assessing touch.

Muraki paused, allowing the reality of the moment to settle around his captive a little further. Giving Tsuzuki's manhood a gentle pat, he then moved his hands up to peel away the Shinigami's dark coat from his shoulders. Placing his hands at Tsuzuki's waist, Muraki held him securely as he moved around in front of him.

"You are a man of your word, Tsuzuki. Admirable," the mad doctor said. There was a touch of the predator in his voice as his eyes traveled the length of Tsuzuki's body and back up.

The purple-eyed Shinigami found himself swallowing again. He met Muraki's eyes steadily, but could not tell that his own were more than a bit wider than usual. "Well, you better be," he managed, both pleased and secretly a little surprised when his voice sounded even enough in his ears. A part of him still didn't believe the doctor would settle for something as mundane as sex, but if he tried another homicide, Tsuzuki was reasonably confident of being able to stop him. The last time, the doctor had broken down his spirit by murdering and manipulating innocents in such a way that Tsuzuki felt responsible. Here, now, it was simply one-on-one. He was privately quite surprised Muraki had agreed to it and trying to be wary of traps, but the truth was that the bargain had awakened something so deeply buried in him he did not even know it yet.

Muraki tilted his head and reached up to remove his glasses. Folding them together with one hand, he slipped them into his coat pocket. "I will always be what you know me to be," he said, then cupped Tsuzuki's face and pressed his lips to the Shinigami's for a deep kiss.

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.

Taking a step back, Muraki took in his handy-work. He shrugged off his own coat, before looking into the violet depths again. "They are quite strong," he said, answering the Shinigami's unspoken question. Taking Tsuzuki's chin in his hand, he leaned forward and kissed him again.

This time the kiss was more insistent and heat-making. Muraki slid his tongue deep inside of Tsuzuki's mouth, its movement mimicking another upcoming event. Long fingers extended into Tsuzuki's hair as Muraki held his head steady.

Tsuzuki's muscles tensed instinctively, but did not resist the kiss, at first trying to keep up the non-resistance/non-response, but for some unknown reason he found that his heart was beating twice as fast as it should have been. He tried to keep his eyes open a little, but they wanted to close of their own accord. He tried to experience the warm invading tongue as unpleasant but it was as if it tasted... sweet. He thought to turn his head away but he was held. Suddenly he felt as if he were dropping under the surface of warm, deep water. His tongue surged helplessly around the one that thrust so relentlessly into his mouth.

Muraki's fingers flexed in the mass of Tsuzuki's hair, gripping the dark locks even tighter. Breaking the kiss, he licked the lobe of Tsuzuki's ear, before closing his mouth over the warm flesh of the Shinigami's neck. Sliding his free hand over Tsuzuki's hip, Muraki squeezed hard, pulling Tsuzuki against him.

Breathing deeply, Tsuzuki tilted his head back, eyes opening as he stared up at the latticework high above, trying to gather his mind back into some coherent order. Maybe if he could drift... the slightly painful grip on his rear was something he almost welcomed, because it hurt, he thought.

Muraki lifted his head after a moment. His blue eyes flashed as he looked down at Tsuzuki. "Oh no, loved one," he growled quietly, "Not that easy."

Moving back, Muraki gripped the open collar of Tsuzuki's gleaming white shirt and ripped it open. His eyes widened appreciatively as he beheld the smooth muscled planes of Tsuzuki's torso. Without preamble, he leaned forward, capturing one of the small buds of flesh into his mouth. Stroking Tsuzuki's rear, Muraki feasted at his leisure on the warm flesh, bringing both nipples to tautness.

Amethyst eyes flew open at the pale man's words. The hot, wet tugging on his nipples as he was suckled on one side and then the other shot sensations along his nerves. His muscles flexed again with the instinct to get away from the disturbing feeling, but he was held. The tension seeped down into his belly and below, settling at the root of his manhood, drawing blood to collect and swell the flesh there. His few coherent thoughts scattered like thin sticks snapping under pressure. Shaking his head in unconscious denial, he tried to remember how he'd planned to get through this. It was like grasping at water.

Giving Tsuzuki's bottom a small pat, Muraki placed his hand over the growing bulge in Tsuzuki's dark pants. He chuckled, feeling the hardening flesh move under his touch. It did not seem to have reservations about what it needed and Muraki licked his lips silently promising to put it through its paces as well.

"Not disinterested, I see," he said, as he ran his thumb under the elongating flesh covered by Tsuzuki's pants. Applying just the right amount of pressure, Muraki watched with some satisfaction as Tsuzuki's cock grew even more taut and a dark, wet spot appeared at its apex.

As Muraki watched with interest, Tsuzuki found himself watching as well in a kind of bewildered fascination. He tried to suppress the soft groan that wanted to emerge from his throat at the skillfully applied pressure that sent a wave of sensation through his groin, followed by a flood of warmth that spread across his skin. This shouldn't be happening, he told himself as if the silent words had some power to rectify the situation.

Moving his hands away, Muraki shrugged out of his long coat. It puddled at his feet and reflected some of the moonlight through the lattice-work. His gaze was still fixed on the dark spot of Tsuzuki's pants as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled up his sleeves. His own body was suffused with heat at the challenge that was before him. Absently, he touched himself, both relieving and causing a wave of pleasure to course through his own system.

Reaching out, he touched Tsuzuki's stomach, drawing his fingers down to the top of the dark pants. Looking into the violet eyes again, Muraki smiled. Hooking his hand into the front of Tsuzuki's trousers, he pulled the purple-eyed beauty to him once again and kissed him roughly.

Watching the doctor divest himself of his coat and push up his sleeves, Tsuzuki tried again for the detachment he was finding himself so short of. Unfortunately, watching Muraki's preparations only focused his mind on possible things to come. He'd had it all worked out somehow. If the doctor cum warlock did keep the bargain, refrained from trying to harm him, it had seemed so simple. A few hours, perhaps much less, of endurance. He'd imagined himself, mind detached while he ignored what was happening to his body. That should have been so very easy. He could almost remember doing it before, when other things were happening. Things much worse - scalpels, needles, no, he couldn't remember exactly but it was there somewhere, dormant and just beyond his reach.

But something was wrong. It wasn't painful, not in the way he somehow expected. And something inside was awakening more and more, something that stirred at warm, wet touches, that answered insistent pressure, something that seemed to recognize everything that he found so bewildering.

The rough invasion of his mouth pulled him out of thought and back into submersion in the physical. The taste was becoming familiar. The sense of being devoured... seemed to satisfy a deeply buried ache.

Muraki's fingers worked at the fastening of Tsuzuki's pants as he tasted and invaded with kisses. Between them, a sweet war was in progress. Not content to merely take Tsuzuki, Muraki brought forth all of his experience to bear in order to make the young Shinigami want to be taken.

He coaxed Tsuzuki's tongue into his mouth, sucking it greedily. Then, when it seemed Tsuzuki had won victory, Muraki turned the tables and forced his tongue down his captive's throat. As the pants separated, Muraki reached inside and closed his hand around Tsuzuki's cock. With barely a breath of pause, he moved the loose flesh over the hard shaft back and forth, feeling Tsuzuki's body shiver.

A low sound was muffled in Tsuzuki's throat. As skillful fingers stroked him, causing a wave of pleasure to move through his body, Tsuzuki stopped thinking and began sucking on the tongue that thrust into his mouth with the same rhythm as that touch. His eyes shut completely as his hips tensed, flexing with little barely perceptible movements.

Muraki smiled around the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper into Tsuzuki's mouth, feeding the violet-eyed man what he needed. He slowed the movements of his hand, taking Tsuzuki's body down a level. He understood well the inevitability of his ministrations and wished to prolong the outcome for a short while, at least.

Moving his hand away, he tucked his thumbs into the band at Tsuzuki's waist once again and pulled down. The ribbons around Tsuzuki's ankles uncurled just long enough for the pants to fall to the floor and shoes to be slipped off, then slithered along his skin to hold him once again. Muraki swept the small pile of Tsuzuki's belongings aside and looked down at his newest creation. Clad only in his torn white shirt, Asato Tsuzuki looked like a wanton, lewd version of himself. His cock stood out proudly from his groin and lips were slightly swollen. Yet, even in the midst of hell, the violet-eyed man retained a glimmer of innocence. Muraki felt his blood pulse in his veins as he opened his own shirt. "Perfect," he said into the still room.

Another wave of his hand and the red bonds moved, spreading Tsuzuki's arms and legs out further. They lifted him just off the ground without sacrificing Muraki's convenience.

Tsuzuki gasped as his weight shifted from the soles of his feet to his wrists and ankles. Licking his lips, he felt he ought to say something, to prove that he was still himself. It was hard to be defiant when his cock ached from the now-missing touch and from the cool brush of air. He felt it against his legs as well, trying to calm the hammering of his pulse by repeating silently that he'd known this, or something like it was coming. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Swallowing, he tried to find his voice. "You are sick," he managed, but his tone was not very forceful, and in fact sounded more than a bit breathless and lost.

Muraki walked all the way around Tsuzuki, ducking under and emerging from the red ribbons like a child around a maypole. As he had guessed, Tsuzuki's body was flawless. The jagged scars on Tsuzuki's wrists were obscured by the crimson bindings, but Muraki knew they were there.

Moving back in front of Tsuzuki, he reached forward and slid his fingers back into the dark hair. Closing the distance between them, Muraki looked into the violet eyes. "When it comes to you, Asato," he said, inches apart, "... you have no idea just how sick I can be." Leaning forward, he captured Tsuzuki's mouth in another burning kiss, taking him as if they had played this game for centuries.

An unformed rebuttal was stifled by Muraki's kiss. Once again Tsuzuki tried to return to no resistance/no response but this effort aborted in milliseconds. He wasn't aware of his muscles bunching, contracting against the pull of the red ribbons, which allowed nothing. Their unyielding quality affected him oddly with a kind of relief. Unable to struggle, he once more abandoned it, sinking further under the warm fluid sensation that returned to envelope him. He felt the brush of Muraki's open shirt against his chest, teasing his sensitized skin. 'When it comes to you, Asato...' Why? Why me? Another mental finger lost its grip on the part of himself he recognized as he sucked the doctor's invading tongue.

The hand in Tsuzuki's hair tightened fractionally as Muraki deepened the kiss. Thrusting his tongue relentlessly inside Tsuzuki's mouth, the pale doctor moved his free hand around the young man's back in a caressing touch. Soon, slender, pale fingers slid down Tsuzuki's spine and dipped teasingly into the furrow at his backside.

Muraki felt the heat radiating from the violet-eyed Shinigami's body as the well as the prominent bulge in his own pants as it strained to seek out its counterpart. He took a half step closer and felt the contact of Tsuzuki's erection touch his through the material of the pants. Muraki knew that the contact would provoke the young man to madness.

Tsuzuki hadn't presence of mind enough to try and suppress the soft groan that resulted from the friction of material and firm flesh beneath against his aching erection. His muscles flexed under Muraki's touch, as if they knew exactly what was expected. No matter what he'd thought before, nothing prepared him, not for what was happening, and not for how it felt, how he felt in the midst of it. His surrender to the possessive kiss was instinctive and his reaction to the sensations on his skin was slowly beginning to have the effect the mad doctor had desired.

Muraki's arm locked around Tsuzuki's waist and he could feel the impact as the mad doctor pulled him closer suddenly. Breaking the kiss, Muraki touched Tsuzuki's lips with his fingers, dipping them inside the Shinigami's mouth and then sucking them into his own. Leaning forward, he kissed the side of Tsuzuki's mouth, plunging his wet fingers back inside the violet eyed man's mouth and then smeared the moisture over his swollen lips. Focusing on Tsuzuki's mouth, Muraki slid his middle finger inside and moved it back and forth, watching as the eternally young beauty reacted to the assault.

Tsuzuki's chin tilted up and his eyelids dropped almost closed. His breath was coming in labored gasps, and he found himself sucking and nibbling on the fingers that invaded his mouth. He didn't want to think about what he was doing, didn't want to meet Muraki's eyes which might draw him back to self-consciousness. As the single digit pushed in and out of his lips, he felt his body tighten painfully. His mind did not need to function for his body to react to what it understood better than he did.

"Good boy," Muraki murmured against Tsuzuki's ear. He took the small lobe of flesh into is mouth and teased it with his teeth before licking it. Using his finger to guide Tsuzuki's face around, he removed it and took his mouth again in a deep, plundering kiss.

The words penetrated the layers of heat and sensation as if from a distance. By the time they sifted through, Tsuzuki was in the midst of the kiss, another flush burning through his skin. He was becoming aware that something was wrong... he could feel something waiting for him but he turned away from it. His fingers twined around the red ribbons that suspended him, finding comfort in gripping them tightly.

Muraki broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless. He moved around Tsuzuki and placed his hands on his shoulders. Gripping the young man firmly, Muraki massaged Tsuzuki's neck and then moved down his back feeling the well-formed muscles in the Shinigami's back. A small smile crept on his face as Muraki moved his hands over the firm flesh of Tsuzuki's rear. He massaged Tsuzuki, parting him a little more with each stroke. Moistening his middle finger, Muraki grazed the puckered opening there. Slowly, he introduced the probing digit inside the young man's body, massaging him from the inside.

"So beautiful," Muraki murmured, as his fingers opened Tsuzuki a little further with each stroke.

"Guh..." Tsuzuki almost swallowed the unconscious sound, his body tensing instantly after having tried to relaxed in reaction to the massaging along his back and shoulders. His eyes flew open wide and his head tilted back, his breath coming in rapid, panting gasps. He'd just enough experience to think he could make the bargain and get through it, but not enough to understand what happened next. The doctor's skilled fingers found something inside that sent a shock of pleasure through his nerves and for a few seconds he forgot to breathe.

Muraki nodded as he felt Tsuzuki's body tense. "You have a beautiful body, Tsuzuki. So expressive," he said, driving his fingers into the depths of Tsuzuki's rear. He saw the Shinigami react with each movement and was pleased. "Yet, so untamed... undisciplined."

As the intense sensation returned, the last tattered shreds of thought blew away. Tsuzuki found himself somehow moving in the ribbons, twisting, his hips tilting up into the manipulation. His hands clenched around the ribbons and his legs tensed, his toes barely brushing the floor as his feet flexed. His mouth hung open a little and a soft sound started in his throat, so liquid it could not be told if it were protest or entreaty.

Muraki reached around Tsuzuki and curled his long fingers around the violet-eyed man's erection. Holding him securely, he continued taking Tsuzuki from behind. "I knew you possessed the potential," he said, kissing Tsuzuki's cheek as he danced in the ribbons.

The pressure around his aching cock added to the flood of sensations rocking Tsuzuki's body and mind. The words spoken at his ear went by without meaning, to be remembered later. All he knew was that he was rising on a wave of pleasure so concentrated that it was like melting sugar on his tongue. A low moan slipped past his lips and then he began to shudder hard in the restraints as the climax pummeled him, milky liquid spraying out as he surrendered.

Muraki braced himself against Tsuzuki, even though he knew the bonds would bear his weight and more. He saw the warm, milky liquid arc and splatter to the floor and moved his hand around Tsuzuki's cock, coaxing more. Looking at the young man in the throes of ecstasy, Muraki licked his lips. "Perfect," he said, feeling more of the liquid cover his hand.

With a silent command, the crimson bonds moved and Tsuzuki was lowered to the cool floor. Muraki put his arms around Tsuzuki and held him. Slowly, he sank to the floor bringing the Shinigami with him. Pulling Tsuzuki close, Muraki cradled the violet-eyed man waiting until he had regained himself.

It was many moments before Tsuzuki realized that he was resting on the floor, cradled against a body that was certainly strong enough to give him shelter. He truly did not grasp where he was or what was happening, purple eyes blinking as they slowly opened. A few tremors like aftershocks ran through his body as he leaned against the broad chest, before looking up. The surprise and confusion were easy to read in those wide eyes before realization began slowly coming back. Color stole across his pale cheeks and his eyes dropped, his hands, which had been loosely draped over Muraki's shoulders, fell into his lap.

Muraki reached down and tilted Tsuzuki's chin upwards. Bending his head, he kissed Tsuzuki softly, at first. Parting the young Shinigami's lips with his own, Muraki then took possession of him once again. Strong arms held Tsuzuki in a grip that defied resistance.

Tsuzuki's lips trembled under the kiss. As it deepened, Muraki could feel his instinctive hesitation, as voices of rationality woke and began to enumerate transgressions, admonitions, self-derision, perhaps even late warnings. Yet the hesitation lasted bare moments before a helpless-seeming response followed.

Muraki felt Tsuzuki's surrender and savored it for what it was. It wasn't nearly enough to satisfy, but more a place to start. He allowed the kiss to continue for a short while, ignoring the ache in his own body. Lifting his head, he looked down into the violet eyes for a long moment. "You continue to amaze me," he said, stroking the side of Tsuzuki's face. "You have so much locked inside. All you need is a strong hand... a guide," he added, then brushed his lips over Tsuzuki's again.

Tsuzuki's eyes dropped to his lap again as soon as he was allowed. He lifted his hands slightly, as if looking at the red ribbons still trailing from his wrists. Something about the sight of the red crossing his wrists brought a slight shudder from his body. "No," he said almost inaudibly, his voice stripped to a near whisper. It wasn't clear what the negation was in answer to.

Reaching down, Muraki took a portion of the ribbons in his hand and raised them. The action had the effect of bringing Tsuzuki's arms above his head again and Muraki nodded to himself. "This is what you should be," he said, "Secured in the bonds of discipline. Eternally punished with pleasure."

Tsuzuki's eyes flew open and he stared into Muraki's face. Then his eyes lidded again but not before the doctor could see the spark of deeply buried flames kindle. Licking his lips briefly, he spoke, slowly, but enunciating carefully. "That was not the bargain."

Muraki tugged on the red ribbons and the Shinigami's arms were once again around his neck. The mad doctor looked into violet eyes that were inches away. "Are you quite certain?" he asked, then kissed Tsuzuki hard. Reaching between them, Muraki unfastened his pants, gasping slightly as his aching member met the cool air.

Tsuzuki felt himself slowly lifted once again. His legs were guided around Muraki's waist as the pale doctor held his mouth captive. Strong hands held, then lowered him down over Muraki's shaft. Thrusting his hips forward, Muraki found his mark as he filled the violet-eyed man completely.

The invasion was sudden and painful, much more substantial than the doctor's clever fingers, for all they had been stretching him in preparation for this. Tsuzuki was unaware of biting his lip, a small trickle of blood wandering from his mouth. At the same time, the pain was almost welcome, clearing his thoughts of the corrosive effects of his dawning shame, at least for now. He wanted to be hurt, as Hisoka had been hurt, wanted pain, blood, punishment, death... these dark desires flickered under the surface of his mind, ignored and denied, yet fully as powerful as his desperate desire to be loved and cherished.

Then his body began to adjust, relaxing a little, while still tight around the pale man's erection. He took deep breaths, and felt the pain diminish, and the first movement brought his head up and eyes open wide as he felt what that larger intruder could do within him. His fingers clamped onto whatever they could reach - a broad shoulder, a bit of soft, silver hair, as his body woke to the potential for stimulation.

Rivulets of perspiration ran down Muraki's temple as he watched and felt Tsuzuki around him. The startled yet passionate expression in Tsuzuki's purple eyes not only thrilled him, but at that moment, Muraki was certain he had found the key to his most beloved and beautiful doll. Feeling a passion that could only be compared to the moment he drove a blade into the heart of one of his victims, Muraki thrust forward hard into Tsuzuki's body.

He marveled at the tightness surrounding his cock and thought to himself how no virgin he'd ever taken had fit so completely Holding Tsuzuki on his lap a moment longer, Muraki removed the remnants of the Shinigami's shirt. "Now take off my shirt. I want to feel you with me," he commanded.

Tsuzuki's fingers grabbed at the shirt as if he only half knew what he was doing, pulling it off Muraki's shoulders. The doctor would have to slide his hands out of the sleeves on his own, for the dark-haired creature on his lap was more attentive to the stiff organ thrusting into him than he was Muraki's orders. His hands scrabbled for the other man's broad shoulders, his hips and thighs flexing.

Muraki shook off the shirt easily. "Good boy," he panted, as his hips rocked on the floor, impaling Tsuzuki. Another silent command, and the ribbons pulled the purple-eyed doll backwards. Not breaking contact, Muraki moved forward as Tsuzuki was positioned on his back on the floor.

Leaning over Tsuzuki, Muraki kissed him deeply. His hips flexed forward satisfying his body's desire for the exotic Shinigami and his lust for Tsuzuki increased. The ribbons lifted Tsuzuki at the precise angle he needed for maximum penetration and pleasure. Lifting his head, Muraki looked down into the beautifully contorted face and shivered. His hips thrust hard, sending his cock deeper into Tsuzuki's body in retaliation for incredible sensations wracking his now superheated body.

"You need this as much... as I, my beautiful doll," Muraki uttered, thrusting hard once more to punish and pleasure the Shinigami.

Tsuzuki panted, lying on his back with his hips lifted by the red ribbons. Each time Muraki thrust into him, a hard pulse of pleasure exploded from the place inside his body. Though he tried to shut out the pale man's words and concentrate on the sensations, they penetrated his consciousness. He *felt* like a doll tied in red ribbons... no, like a puppet on red strings, moving to his master's will and for some insane reason feeling it as a pleasure he could not get enough of. He could never help himself with things that gave him enjoyment. Now he was being force-fed a new kind of sweet, and everything in him gave in to the indulgence. The harder Muraki thrust into him, the closer he came to the edge and he threw himself at that precipice blindly.

With a sudden growl, Muraki pulled out of Tsuzuki completely. His breath was hard and deep as he leaned back and turned Tsuzuki over onto his stomach. Taking Tsuzuki's hips, Muraki lifted him to his knees. Unconsciously, the mad doctor licked his lips, seeing the evidence of his labors. Moving closer, he spread Tsuzuki's legs apart and placed the head of his manhood against the stretched opening. Thrusting forward once again, he heard the beautiful doll gasp as he moved inside.

"Good... boy," he said, rocking into Tsuzuki's rear. His large hands gripped Tsuzuki's hips hard, both pulling and pushing Tsuzuki with an ever-spiraling pace.

Tsuzuki cried out, pressing against the smooth floor with his hands. It was so good... it felt so good/bad/wrong/right/wrong/goodgoodgood... Pressing back into the hard thrusting, a second cry caught in his throat as a sudden explosion of pleasure shook him to the floor, leaving him shuddering helplessly.

Muraki heard Tsuzuki's cries and fell over his back, bracing himself with his hands on the floor. Too far gone, he thrust into Tsuzuki a few times more and stiffened as he felt his body give over to its climax. Breathing deeply, he felt his cock gradually diminish and slip from the beautiful Shinigami carrying a small gush of his essence with its exit.

Sitting on the floor next to Tsuzuki, Muraki pulled him into his arms once again. His mouth sought out Tsuzuki's sweet taste, kissing him deeply.

Tsuzuki's eyelids fluttered, and his lips were slack, little tremors running through his limbs. After a while his body relaxed and his eyes closed. When Muraki lifted his head, Tsuzuki turned his face against the pale man's broad chest and pressed it there as the tremors turned into small shakes. Muraki felt something hot and wet on his skin as tears began to escape from Tsuzuki's closed eyes. He couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't stop, his hands curling and uncurling helplessly.

Muraki watched Tsuzuki as his body calmed. He had accomplished his goal and gotten what he wanted... the total surrender and breakdown of Tsuzuki Asato. Wrapping his arms around Tsuzuki even tighter, Muraki held him for a long moment like the most valuable doll in his collection.

Looking up through the shards of his soul, Tsuzuki was surrounded in his head by the sudden clear and inescapable knowledge of what he had done, what he had allowed, what he'd wanted... the strength of the arms around him that had been just as strong when they'd torn apart his partner's life. The bargain had been to keep Hisoka safe, but how could he go back and look into those incredibly green eyes after this? "I can't..." he whispered brokenly, tears streaming uncontrollably. How could he walk away from this and not look back? "...can't..." Covering his face with his hands, ribbons trailing from them, he seemed to collapse into himself as if seeking a merciful oblivion that he knew would never come.

Turning Tsuzuki's face towards him, Muraki stole a final kiss. Looking down into the wide, impossibly purple eyes, he stroked the side of Tsuzuki's face. "Arigato, Asato," he said, simply. "This was my best bargain. Sleep now. Sleep... and forget."

One of Tsuzuki's hands lifted, stopping in the air, then completing the distance to brush across Muraki's cheek, falling back as his eyes closed, the lids born down by the other man's will and the power of his voice.

Bargain - Pete Townshend (The Who)

Owari

Love & Gundams