19-Apr-2002

Yami no Matsuei: Full Eclipse
By the Bonne-Von Project

Series: Yami no Matsuei
Title: Full Eclipse
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com), & vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Category: yaoi, PWP?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Muraki x Tsuzuki
Spoilers: Series
WARNINGS: Lemon, 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.

NOTES: This is a very short fic that can stand as a sequel to After the Bargain. There's nothing much to it, just a PWP.

Full Eclipse

Tsuzuki left Hisoka sleeping in the warm center of the bed, arm around a pillow. He brushed the boy's honey-colored hair back and left a kiss in the air above his cheek. They had made love for many hours, after having worked hard on a case for several days, and he knew Hisoka would sleep deeply.

Making his way to the human world, he breathed deeply of the night air as he walked to the dark structure that was for a third time his destination. His heart was beating more rapidly than usual, but there was a different kind of anticipation quickening his breath. Tsuzuki had never really been as blind or trusting as his partner sometimes believed and he realized he wasn't playing a safe game with safe rules. But he'd been both wrong and right on that first occasion. Wrong to think he could never face Hisoka again - he'd done it and they had somehow found a new level in their relationship. But right in the second broken protest he'd made that night - that, remembering, he could ever walk away from what had happened between he and the pale doctor and not look back.

Finding the dark old building, his steps never paused as he pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was still as Tsuzuki walked inside. As before, high-above moonlight filtered through the ancient lattice-work and threw shadows on the floor.

Walking through the dark church, Tsuzuki felt drawn to that pattern of silver light on the floor. He walked into it, feeling the light fall across him almost as a physical sensation. Perhaps the doctor was not there - perhaps he would not come. What if he had gotten everything he wanted on the last occasion? When they'd met and talked, Muraki still seemed to have that, to Tsuzuki, inexplicable attraction, but it might be just something he did out of reflex, something to make use of a vulnerability he'd sensed in the Shinigami before Tsuzuki had been aware of it himself.

Heart beating loudly in his ears, Tsuzuki took off his black overcoat and tossed it onto the front pew, where he'd sat drinking wine from the doctor's dinner basket. In his white shirt and dark pants, he waited in the broken patches of moonlight for the answer to questions he was only beginning to ask.

Muraki watched the violet-eyed Shinigami for a while. Stepping out of the shadows and into a sliver of the light, he smiled. "Tsuzuki," he said. "You came."

Turning quickly, his eyes still a little dazzled with moonlight, Tsuzuki saw the white-clothed figure and tried to catch his breath. Swallowing, he managed, "So did you, Muraki." He looked at the other man and a slight, almost sheepish smile turned up the corners of his mouth. "Was... am I even more foolish than the last time?"

Muraki crossed the short distance between himself and the Shinigami, his body moving in and out of the patches of light. Reaching down, he slid his hand into Tsuzuki's dark mass of hair and tightened his fingers just enough for a good grip. Moving Tsuzuki's head up towards him, Muraki bent down and took the violet-eyed man's mouth with his own. Parting his lips, Muraki slid his tongue inside, kissing Tsuzuki with passion.

The Shinigami's breath caught in his chest as his mouth was invaded so possessively. There was still a part of him that flared in shock at the touch, that kindled in defiance, but another part cried a silent answer to the doctor's heat, and that part had been fully woken, fully aroused. Two impulses - to resist, and to surrender - battered at him, but the struggle didn't cause the kind of self-denigration it once had. The bargain had changed so much.

His hands scrabbled and found a purchase on Muraki's broad chest, clutching. When the doctor finally released his mouth he was panting for air, the color high in his cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he looked up into the grey eyes, one real, one counterfeit, that were suddenly so close.

"Was that a... yes or no?" he managed, trying to keep a little of his sense of self... for now anyway.

Looking into the beautiful jeweled eyes, Muraki felt his body react to the hands on his chest and the sweet taste of Tsuzuki in his mouth. "Both," Muraki replied, caressing the side of Tsuzuki's face.

Taking one of Tsuzuki's hands on his chest, Muraki moved it down to the bulge in the front of his white pants. Moistening his lips, he covered the hand with his own and pressed down a little. "Not foolish for seeking what you desire and foolish for dancing with a mad doctor," he said.

Tsuzuki's hand jerked back out of reflex, the color in his cheeks deepening when Muraki would not let him move it away. He couldn't help but feel the large, firm bulge in those beautifully tailored pants.

"So what is it you... think I desire?" he made himself ask, trying to keep his voice firm but coming out a bit breathless. His eyes dropped for a moment and flickered back up. "T-that?"

The doctor's smile widened. Once again, the handsome Shinigami had managed to surprise the world weary madman with his unpredictable predictability. The tiniest of voices deep inside Muraki balked at the idea that his proud upbringing would even consider something so crass as what Tsuzuki had implied. However, upon second contemplation, Muraki was honest enough to admit that he, indeed did think those types of thoughts and that Tsuzuki was not far from wrong. "Well, do you?" he asked, enjoying the play.

Tsuzuki lifted his chin, then his eyelashes dropped down over his eyes. "Maybe..." he admitted, and felt a tingle run through his body. He felt as if he had revealed something... a bit shameful about himself. 'I could admit I wanted Hisoka, finally,' he thought. Could he admit he wanted this? But hadn't he already admitted it by coming?

Muraki watched Tsuzuki's expression as he spoke. The admission had cost the Shinigami, but not nearly enough to be satisfying. Releasing Tsuzuki, Muraki reached down and picked up the young man's coat. "Come with me," he said, holding the long, dark coat open for Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki blinked, but after a very short hesitation he put his arms into the sleeves of the coat, letting Muraki help him into it. His lips started to shape the question, 'where?', but he stopped himself from doing it, violet eyes wide as he waited for the doctor to lead the way.

Muraki took Tsuzuki's hand and moved to the door. Once outside, he loosened his grip slightly to see what Tsuzuki would do.

The Shinigami turned his head, eyes widening slightly at the loosening of Muraki's firm grip. He felt as if the doctor's clever eyes were watching him. Swallowing, he let his fingers curl, clasping Muraki's hand deliberately. He wondered if the pale man would immediately point it out and ridicule him for it.

Muraki smiled a private smile and grasped Tsuzuki's hand firmly. Turning to the Shinigami, he reached up and stroked Tsuzuki's cheek with the back of his hand. "Close your eyes a moment, Asato," he said, softly.

Moments later, both stood on a secluded street a few feet away from an establishment that had a small sign in neon which read: "HEAVEN"

Without waiting for comment, Muraki moved towards the red doorway and guided Tsuzuki inside.

The foyer had a small shrine with a fountain in the shape of a waterfall surrounding it. At once, the sound of music, loud and pitched low could be heard. A deep throated, sultry singer began to sing causing the music to further permeate Tsuzuki's body.

"Ah Doctor!" a voice called out. A man appeared from behind a silk screen and headed directly for Muraki. "It has been far too long," he said, the looked past Muraki to Tsuzuki. Brown eyes made an assessing trek up and down the Shinigami's body ending in tacit approval. The Doctor had good taste.

"Tony," Muraki said, using the proprietor's Western moniker. "A table?"

The man bowed deeply. "Your table awaits," Tony said with a flourish.

Without hesitation, he turned and indicated that the should follow.

Tsuzuki looked wide-eyed at the surroundings, feeling a little confused by what was happening. His hand tightened a little bit more on Muraki's without his conscious awareness, a little like a child clasping his parent's hand in unfamiliar and potentially intimidating territory.

Passing through a large doorway, Tsuzuki could see that the place opened up onto a larger space with tables and low lighting. There was a small stage where a slender woman was singing. The dancefloor in front of the stage was barely full, with most of the inhabitants of the restaurant club focused on the singer. Those not watching or dancing, seemed to be otherwise engaged in close conversation. The one outstanding feature of the place seemed to be the scarcity of women.

A short time later, Muraki and Tsuzuki were seated at a private booth which opened towards the stage. Ornate silk screens shielded the occupants of the booth from curious eyes.

Tsuzuki's hand slipped from Muraki's when he took his seat. The circular bench of the booth was well padded and covered in dark leather. Because of the screens, Tsuzuki could look at the singer, or at the painted images on the screens, or at his companion. He found his attention drawn to the doctor. Muraki's presence was always magnetic. Tsuzuki felt a little self-conscious sitting here but tried not to appear too awkward.

"Would you like something to eat, or would you prefer desert and wine? It will be my treat," Muraki asked.

It was weird to have someone encouraging him to indulge in sweets. He started to say no, then took a deep breath and said, "Yes... I mean, desert... but no wine, thank you."

Muraki nodded. "Desert it is, then," he said to the proprietor, who vanished shortly to comply.

Once the man had gone, Muraki moved close enough to Tsuzuki for their sides to touch. He placed a hand on Tsuzuki's thigh, gently stroking the violet-eyed man. "You are as beautiful as ever, Tsuzuki," he said. "And as irresistible."

Tsuzuki shivered slightly as a tingle of electricity seemed to spread from the intimate contact. "It's when you say things like that, that I *know* you are crazy," he mumbled, looking away towards the singer. The warmth radiating from the man at his side was impossible to ignore.

The hand on Tsuzuki's thigh moved further up his leg, but stopped just short of his groin. Muraki chuckled. "You never will believe, will you?" he said, looking down at Tsuzuki "But that's all right," he said, gently covering the Shinigami's manhood. "It's not necessary."

Tsuzuki stiffened, his back straightening. His eyes darted around, even though he knew the screens shielded them from the rest of the people in the room. Except for the singer. He glanced up at her, hoping she could not see under the edge of the table, should she happen to look over at them. But there was no reason for her to do that...

Reaching down, he pushed Muraki's hand away from his crotch... but not completely off his thigh.

The proprietor returned a moment later and placed a large plate down in front of Tsuzuki. If he noticed the close proximity of the doctor to him, he did not comment. "My compliments. Should you require anything further, let me know," he said, then bowed low.

Muraki looked down at the confectionary display on the plate and smiled. "Thank you, Tony," he said. "You have outdone yourself once again."

Tony smiled, pleased and proud with the compliment. Sparing a glance at Tsuzuki, he turned and left the two to whatever. Either way he looked at it, the table was a winner.

Choosing the silverware over chopsticks, Muraki cut a portion of the cinnamon-sugared dessert and held it towards Tsuzuki to eat.

Tsuzuki's eyes flew to Muraki. Did he really expect him to open his mouth like a child? ....hmmm, this *was* Muraki, after all. The answer would be yes. Continuing to meet those unmatched gray eyes, Tsuzuki did just that, Opened his mouth to allow the doctor to feed him a bite of the confection.

Muraki watched Tsuzuki take the bite and nodded to himself. Placing the fork back on the plate, the doctor removed his coat and unbuttoned his sleeves. Pushing the sleeves up his arms, he turned back to Tsuzuki. "Good?" he queried.

Tsuzuki opened his eye's at the question. He'd been having a nice moment with his taste buds. Swallowing and licking a little sugar off his lips he said, "Yes..." and couldn't quite keep the sigh out of his voice.

"Excellent," Muraki said, noting Tsuzuki's expression. He divided another piece of the dessert and held it up for Tsuzuki again. "Knowing how you deprived your magnificent body when you were... younger, I'd say that this is an apt punishment."

Tsuzuki's eyes flew to Muraki's and he turned his face to one side. "I don't want to talk about that."

Reaching under Tsuzuki's chin, Muraki moved his face back towards him. "I have no intention of talking about it. Now, be a good boy and eat," the doctor said.

Tsuzuki watched Muraki's face for a moment with liquid purple eyes. After a long moment, he opened his mouth and took the bite. Then he reached up and took the fork from Muraki's hand. Getting a bite of the dessert, he reached up and held it a little in front of the doctor's lips.

Muraki opened his mouth and took the bite of food. "You are correct," he said, "It is delicious." Clearing his mouth of food, the doctor leaned forward and kissed Tsuzuki's mouth, swiping at the sugar residue on his lips.

Instead of moving back, Tsuzuki stayed still as Muraki kissed him.

Closing his eyes, Muraki slid his arm around Tsuzuki's shoulders. Not willing to let his captive go, he deepened the kiss, holding Tsuzuki securely as the music played in the background.

Tsuzuki felt his body begin to heat in response to the pale man's kiss. The singer... wouldn't look over here, would she? After a little longer he began to forget about the singer as his body began to throb.

Breaking the kiss, Muraki trailed his lips along Tsuzuki's cheek and down to the exposed pale skin of his throat. Breathing a little unsteadily, he captured the area of Tsuzuki's pulse, licking and tasting the violet-eyed man as if he were a part of the confection. His hands tensed and flexed as he began the game of resistance with himself.

Gasping slightly, Tsuzuki felt an odd lethargy begin to seep through his muscles. Somehow the doctor's touch seemed to act like a strange narcotic.

He tried to push the man away from his neck and realized he was simply combing his fingers through his silver hair. "M-muraki... we're... in public..."

Muraki turned his head and looked up at Tsuzuki like a sleepy cat. Before answering, he took Tsuzuki's earlobe in his mouth and nipped at it, then licked it. "Yes, we are," Muraki murmured into the Shinigami's ear. The fingers in his hair felt good, but he had to remember his focus. "However, this is a place of pleasure. Not as crude as a brothel, it serves a select and discreet clientele. If you wish to be watched," he added, sliding his hand along Tsuzuki's side under his coat. "... then there is a place on the stage for that shortly. If you are being watched, be assured that it is with the utmost of appreciation." Moving his fingers along Tsuzuki's white shirt, the doctor touched the round nub of flesh on his chest beneath the material.

Tsuzuki groaned, the touch inciting him while at the same time once again acting like a drug. Once again the doctor had found a new way to set him off balance. "Kazutaka," he murmured, and his voice had a pleading note. "Tell me we won't stay here long..."

Muraki rolled the now taut flesh in his fingers as a slight smile etched itself onto his features. "The food and entertainment are not to your liking?" Muraki teased.

Tsuzuki moaned, the sensations sending little sparks of pleasure through his nerves along with an achy feeling of discomfort. "They're fine," he breathed, "I just..." He trailed off, unable to organize thoughts to form words that made sense.

The doctor's smile widened as he leaned forward and took Tsuzuki's mouth once again. Thrusting his tongue deep inside the Shinigami's mouth, he moved a hand into Tsuzuki's hair, massaging his scalp with long, practiced fingers.

Many moments later, he looked down into the violet depths. "Perhaps, this will help," Muraki said, taking one of the clean napkins from the table. Raising it, Muraki tied the cloth around Tsuzuki's eyes, securing it snugly. "Somewhat of a pity," he added. "You do have wondrous eyes."

Tsuzuki gasped and his hand moved up as if to removed the blindfold.

Muraki grasped Tsuzuki's wrist firmly. "Ah," he said, as his gray eyes assessed the picture he had just created. "Not yet."

"Please..." Tsuzuki whispered. But he did not disobey. He had chosen to come, chosen to place himself in Muraki's hands for a second time. He was both excited and nervous. But the nervousness was something that... he could allow, for some strange reason. Because Muraki would stay in control of everything.

Moving his hand between Tsuzuki's legs, Muraki closed his fingers around the hardened flesh in the Shinigami's pants. No matter his words, Tsuzuki's cock was as hard as the doctor had guessed it would be. "That word sounds so sweet on your lips, Asato," he said, in compliment.

Tsuzuki moaned, the doctor's hand feeling heavy in his lap, where his flesh was swollen and aching. "Muraki..." his voice was low and pleading, but his pleas found no verbalization, just a throaty sound of torment and desire.

Bringing Tsuzuki's captured wrist to his lips, Muraki brushed his lips across it. Squeezing Tsuzuki's cock with his hand, he then reached up and moved the coat from his shoulders. "I am going to undress you," he said, simply. "Your flesh is for my eyes only, Asato. I do not intend to share."

Taking a deep breath, Tsuzuki was quiet as Muraki began to peel away his garments. The air felt cool against his rapidly heating flesh.

Once Tsuzuki's body was bared, Muraki took both of the Shinigami's hands. Closing his eyes a moment, he summoned the familiar acolytes. Soon Tsuzuki felt satin slide across his skin as the red ribbons looped and tightened over his wrists. A gentle tug was all the warning that Tsuzuki had before he felt himself pulled forward up and over the flat surface of the table. The dishes had been removed and cleared away sometime earlier.

Muraki placed his hand on the wide expanse of Tsuzuki's back, stroking the length of his body and around the curve of his rear. He noted how Tsuzuki's hips were raised at the exact level that gave him the appearance of an innocent sacrifice and a willing wanton at the same time. Again, he had reached perfection.

Heart hammering wildly in his chest, Tsuzuki found himself once again plunged into a steamy situation that was beyond his volition. His skin burned with the thought that someone might look inside the enclosure and see him, in spite of what Muraki had said about not wanting to share. It added to the sense of sudden, painfully intense arousal he felt upon finding himself bound once again. The surface of the table felt smooth and cool against his flesh, but his manhood pushed up under it, crowded against the edge as he was bent over the piece of furniture. Knowing it wouldn't do any good - perhaps counting on it - he squirmed against the confinement. The sensation of his muscles pulled taut against the restraints pushed his excitement even further and he whimpered softly. He wanted... he knew exactly what he wanted and prayed Muraki would not torment him with waiting.

Sliding over on the booth, Muraki positioned himself between Tsuzuki's legs. Reaching up, he parted the beautiful man's rear and squeezed the round flesh in his hands. Moistening his fingers, he rubbed the puckered entrance before inserting them inside. Perspiration trickled down his temple, but Muraki ignored it for time being, focusing on Tsuzuki's body displayed before him.

The Shinigami whimpered a second time, but this was in pleasure. His body opened and accepted Muraki's intrusion easily, and his hips squirmed, trying to move back and impale himself further, but the restraints would not allow him to. He rubbed his cheek against the table, silently begging Kazutaka to fuck him, fuck him! He wanted the pleasure, wanted it so very badly.

Standing, Muraki unzipped his pants and freed his aching organ from its confines. Removing his fingers from Tsuzuki's body, he moved in closer. Spreading the Shinigami a little further, he placed himself at Tsuzuki's entrance and thrust forward.

Closing his eyes briefly, Muraki felt Tsuzuki's body form around him as he filled him completely. Grasping Tsuzuki's hips, he moved back and thrust in again. This time, the doctor rocked a little on his feet and then began moving inside of Tsuzuki in earnest.

The Shinigami cried out, forgetting that he was in a public place. His cry was one of pleasure and almost of triumph. The doctor was fucking him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure from the sensitive spot inside his body. The impacts shook him, his own erection bumping and sliding along the underside of the table. Fisting his hands around the tethers, he cried out again, wordlessly begging for more.

Tsuzuki's cries were like a balm to what was left of Muraki's soul. Re-doubling his efforts, he grasped the Shinigami tighter, lifting him just so for maximum penetration. Allowing himself the luxury of letting go, Muraki planted his feet on the floor and pumped inside Tsuzuki's body mercilessly. Making love was not his intention. Taking Tsuzuki, fucking him was more to the point. No one had ever driven him to the level of passion he experienced with the Shinigami and Muraki realized that it was possibly the element of the forbidden that made the difference for both of them.

Moving harder and faster, he felt the beginnings of his climax and did not give one thought as to where they were.

The wave of pleasure built until Tsuzuki could not stand it. As his body seemed to explode from the inside, he screamed, a liquid sound of pure abandonment. His body shuddered hard, releasing over and over until he was spent. The tremors continued to shake his body as he sobbed against the table.

Muraki held onto Tsuzuki tightly as he felt the man below him release. His own body surrendered its essence deep inside the other and Muraki braced himself on either side of Tsuzuki as he trembled above. Gradually, he felt himself settle and pulled Tsuzuki back on his lap as he sat on the booth. Cradling the Shinigami, Muraki closed his mouth over Tsuzuki's giving him a long and lingering kiss.

Tsuzuki rested in Muraki's arms, his body coming down so very slowly. I was so good... so good. When Muraki lifted his mouth, he buried his face against the pale man's neck, settling there. One hand drifted up to splay against Muraki's chest.

Muraki sighed, enjoying the feeling of Tsuzuki in his arms. "Are you ready to go, Asato?" he asked, quietly. "We still have a few more hours of darkness left."

"Go?" Tsuzuki murmured, confused. He'd all but forgotten he was in a place of entertainment. As the realization returned, his body burned with embarrassment. Reaching up to pluck at the blindfold, he didn't answer. He wanted to go, to be gone, but walking out past the eyes of those who must have heard...

Muraki smiled again. Reaching up, he placed his hand over Tsuzuki's. "We'll say our goodbye's another time," he said. Moments later, Muraki removed the blindfold and settled Tsuzuki back against him in the middle of bed far from the club they had just attended.

Looking around in a slight daze, Tsuzuki said, "Where...?" The bed felt good under him and he found himself snuggling against the doctor's strong body.

"It's one of my old haunts. Completely deserted," he said, removing his clothes without giving up his position next to Tsuzuki.

The Shinigami sighed and relaxed. "Kazutaka?"

"Yes?" Muraki replied.

"Did you... enjoy it?"

Muraki looked down at Tsuzuki. The doctor tilted Tsuzuki's chin up to look into the Shinigami's violet eyes. How like Tsuzuki to wonder and to ask, he thought. "Very much, yes," he replied. Leaning down, he kissed Tsuzuki again, savoring the moment.

Tsuzuki relaxed into the kiss. Afterwards he rested against Muraki quietly for a little while and then said softly, "I did too."

"So, does this mean you would be amenable to future... encounters?" Muraki asked, closing his eyes.

Tsuzuki sighed. "It means... I want them," he admitted without hesitation. He stretched a little. "I need to go, now, though."

Muraki sighed deeply. "Yes, of course," he said, quietly. "Your clothes are at the foot of the bed."

Tsuzuki sat up and leaned over the pale man. He kissed him sweetly. "Arigato, Kazutaka." he said.

"Until next time," Muraki replied, stretching himself. "I look forward to your next punishment, Asato."

Tsuzuki smiled dreamily. With the smile still on his face, he rose reluctantly and pulled on his clothing. Noticing something odd about the light coming through a nearby window, he walked over and looked up. "Oh..."

Muraki watched Tsuzuki, following his gaze.

"I forgot that the eclipse was tonight," Tsuzuki murmured, watched the shadow moving away from the moon as the crescent grew and grew back to fullness. Something about it seemed appropriate in some way he couldn't quite place. Walking back to the bed he leaned over Muraki a last time, his dark coated form covering the pale man's body in a strange reenactment of the celestial event. Leaving a last kiss, he said softly, "Until next time."

Leaning back, Muraki watched as Tsuzuki melted into the night.

~owari~

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