Hello! ^.^ This is an extra chapter for the most avid readers. The case is over, but the relationships between the couples in this verse continue. What awaits them after the job is done?

WARNING: This chapter is mainly smut. There will be open sex scenes, so if you dont feel like it, dont read!

Rated Mature!

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Lin moved as quietly as he could to avoid waking the young woman sleeping peacefully on the couch.

He didn't dare to think of what comes next. The case is over, they will leave and never return to this cozy little house…so what is he to do with the unbearable sadness, clenching his chest at the very thought of never seeing her again. Tuning away from the painful sight he started to pick up headphones and cables putting them neatly into cases, but soon something caught his ear.

Singing.

Deep in her sleep Yukiko was singing quietly, growing louder by the second. He turned around and found her on her back, eyes open, but completely white. He instantly sent his shiki to check if she had been possessed, but the answer was negative. According to his demons, she was healthy and safe, just dreaming.

Trøllabundin eri eg, eri eg (Spellbound I am, I am)
Galdramaður festi meg, festi meg (The sorcerer has enchanted me, enchanted me)
Trøllabundin djúpt í míni sál, í míni sál (Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul)
Í hjartanum logar brennandi bál, brennandi bál (In my heart burns a sizzling fire, a sizzling fire)

When the last word left her mouth she started to trash on the couch – head twisting from side to side, chest rising and falling as if in siezure. He quickly realized he has no knowledge to deal with this...nether does Oliver...At wit's end Lin grabbed her phone and called the last number - her uncle - in despair:

„Hello, Mister Audursson?" he spoke frantically „I'm sorry to bother you, but something is not right with your niece. She is singing again, but this time in her sleep. I can't undrestand what's wrong, maybe you would know if this is normal? It looks like she is in a siezure..."

„Alright...Calm down, young man, and let me listen to what she sings about, it always has meaning..." he spoke quickly, trying to calm Lin down. The sorcerer put the phone on speaker immediately:

Trøllabundin eri eg, eri eg (Spellbound I am, I am)
Galdramaður festi meg, festi meg (The sorcerer has enchanted me, enchanted me)
Trøllabundin inn í hjartarót, í hjartarót (Spellbound in my heart's root, my heart's root)
Eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð (My eyes gaze to where the sorcerer stood)

The siezures died down a bit, but she was still in a trance. Holding the phone in slightly shaky hands Lin waited.

„Young man." Came the voice on the phone and Lin instantly lifted it up to his ear „She is confessing."

„Confessing what?"

„Are there any...sorcerers in your team by chance?"

„There are..." he answered still not understanding the objective and keeping an eye on the writhing body.

„Who may I ask?"

„Me, but why?"

„I see. Listen up, young man, I don' know all that much, but one thing I know for sure – women like my niece and my sister don't bind themselves to men easily, but if they do...they confess it to their entire bloodline...like she is doing now. My parents only allowed my sister to follow some foregin boy to the other side of the world, because she sang to him...just like Yukiko is singing to you now. She has chosen you. Now it's your turn to choose her...or not. But don't make that choice lightly – if you accept her feelings this will be a life long bond. It won't be easily broken. Now, as you know this, choose wisely." After that, the older man hung up, leaving Lin stunned.

Looking at her light form, still twisting on the cushions and singing quietly, he willed his mind to start working. Could he really do this – alter all his plans, disobey his family and not marry in China…could he be so selfish?

Slowly her song came to an end and all movement cased, but he still hasn't decided yet…

Her eyes opened languidly and locked onto his – bright and glowing almost like amber in sunlight.

"Koujo…" she whispered longingly and it was enough to make his heart choose for him. He knew the answer all along, just refused to allow himself such luxury as being happy - he never had the chance at it before, and had long since given up. But now, his heart suddenly filled to the brim with the desire to live a good life, a happy life.

Bending down he kissed her. Hungry, like a man starved for years and finally given a chance to feast, he sucked and bit her lips. Hands traveled every available surface, pulling closer almost desperately. Magic suddenly rose to the surface of their bodies and started to swirl around them both, mixing their life force together. She pulled away just to look at his face, startled by the fire burning in the usually cold eyes. The glance alone scorched her skin.

"Koujo, wait...do you understand what this means?" she asked breathless but serious.

"I do…that song - it was meant for me, wasn't it?"

"Only you…but…do you want me? Not for just today or tomorrow..."

"I know." he whispered kissing her lips, then cheekbones, slowly traveling down to mouth the outline of delicate jaw. "I want you for all days and all nights…" now his lips finally reached her neck and started to suck on the alabaster skin, making her tremble "For this life and all the lifes to come."

"Then make me yours." She whispered not a shadow of a doubt in her bright eyes.

Without another word he rose to his feet and pulled her into his arms.

The sole thought of holding her naked flesh, plunging himself into her body, made his blood sing.

In what seemed a second they were on her bed, his tie discarded and her nimble fingers undoing the buttons of his vest, then the customary white shirt. She marveled at the sinewy muscles covering his chest and stretching down his stomach. Almost lost in a haze Yukiko traced her hands up and down, mapping every outline of muscle, every hollow of a bone. A strange fire was burning in her body, it made her feverish with need to feel his skin on hers, to have him inside her and it seemed to reflect in equal measure in her lover's eyes.

Catching her hands on his chest Lin lifted them up, kissed the wrists gently only to press them down into the pillow beside her head. Trapped beneath his iron grip all she could do was squirm as hot lips mouthed her jaw, traveled up her throat, tracing pulsing veins and licking the shell of her ear. Then biting it lightly.

"Ah…Koujo…" she moaned desperately back arching in pleasure.

"Again…" he whispered into her ear, pressing himself between her thighs "Say my name again…"

"Koujo…" she mouthed out barely audibly and her hands were set free to roam his shoulders, down his naked back, just to grip narrow hips and pull closer. Discarding the cursed shirt he bent down and laid his forehead to hers grinning wildly.

"What injustice – you have far too many clothes on."

"Then…shouldn't you do something about it?" she smiled up wickedly, running her hands up his arms and into that silky black hair. He didn't need to be told twice.

Soon she was naked and writhing on the sheets as skilled lips ravished every inch of her naked skin. Long fingers squeezed her breasts, abusing the pink nipples without mercy.

"Ahh..nmm…please…"

The only result of her plea was the fingers pulling away only to be replaced by hot mouth, sucking on her flesh, making her arch, desperate for more.

Unable to bear the exquisite torture any longer she grabbed a fistful of his dark hair and pulled the sorcerers head up to meet her eyes.

"Stop teasing…" she panted breathless, pale cheeks burning scarlet "I want you inside me Koujo…"

"And if I refuse?" he cooed mischievous smile gracing the all too often serious face.

"Then I'll have to take it myself." Without a second's delay she rolled them over and straddled his hips in all her naked glory. Lin's eyes grew wide for a second and glazed over with lust as the wicked woman above him ground her hips onto his still clothed erection. Mouth falling open in a soundless moan he grabbed her hips tightly and started to rock them in time with his own.

"Not yet, koishii." she whispered into his ear just before biting the soft lobe. "Too many clothes…"

As if on cue, her crafty hand reached out behind her to unbutton his trousers and push them along with underwear down just enough to set the impressive member free.

He pulled her down for an open mouthed kiss, passionate and sloppy, but neither of them minded.

Not willing to give up control Yukiko reached behind herself to grasp his hot flesh in her hand and give it a good squeeze. Hips bucked into her palm and her gorgeous sorcerer moaned throwing his head back just enough to give her access to the column of his throat. While he was distracted with her lips on his pulse, she lifted her hips up and guided his hard flesh to her sopping core. Lifting her head up to look into his eyes she froze for a second. His eye, the hidden one, was on full view. It was bright blue, almost like ice – that's the first time she ever saw it. Both his eyes gazed up at her with lust and love in equal measure. Then she knew for sure – this man is hers and she is his – for better or for worse.

Never loosing his gaze she slowly impaled herself onto the hard shaft until he was fully sheathed in her warmth. Two wanton moans filled the air mixing together.

His hands found her hips again and she let him take the lead, rocking them both slowly just to enjoy the connection.

"Koujo…" she whimpered above him. Her muscles started to tremble unstoppably and faint golden light rose from her body to mingle with his silvery blue glow, forming runes and knots - an intricate binding to seal this connection for all time.

It was his turn to roll them over and plunge himself deeper into her quivering body, marking every inch of skin as his. Her high pitched keens and breathless whispers of his name drove the Chinese man mad. He knew this won't last long, and couldn't care less. Lin's rhythm grew faster and harder, pounding into her soft body beneath him with abandon. Sharp nails scratched his back as Yukiko writhed in his arms, but the slight pain only made the pleasure ten times sweeter. Knowing he won't hold out much longer Lin laid his forehead onto hers whispering between breaths:

"Yuki…ah…I won't…nh…won't last much…longer, cum with me…"

As if ordered she barely managed to pant out "Together, koishii." before her body arched in his arms and one last moan split the air.

Watching her lovely face contort in ecstasy was enough to push him over the edge and with one last thrust he spilled himself deep inside her, moaning desperately against her neck.

Time seemed to slow down for the new couple, still basking in the aftereffects of orgasm they tangled up together and refused to let go.

Looking up at the ceiling of the bedroom, midday sun streaming through the windows Lin Koujo could not believe the twists and turns of his strange life. At twenty he was saddled with two small children, who became almost like family, and now, at nearly thirty he bound himself for life to a woman he knows for less than a week. Life could not get stranger…or better for that matter. Smiling languidly he heard his phone beep insistently somewhere on the floor.

'The office can wait.' he thought lazily pulling Yukiko's sleeping form closer. 'This case is over. But the adventure…the adventure has just begun.'

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Yasuhara Osamu let out a deep breath and let himself melt into the comfort of the warm car seat. The last day of investigation drew to an end. Case was closed, his paycheck agreed upon and all dangers left behind. But there were more than troubles to be left behind. This was the last time he would get to see Matsui Tsuyoshi – the strange man with many faces.

Yasu felt exhausted to the bone, but there was one last thing agreed upon to be done today and despite the fatigue, it made the young man's stomach turn nervously. The cause of said discomfort was currently sitting in the driver's seat looking for sunglasses.

He was sitting in Matsui-san's car, but this afternoon's ride will be different, he knew - for more than one reason.

The short ride was spent in silence, Tsuyoshi was too tired to start conversation and Yasu had too much on his mind.

"Well, we're here." The forensic stated pulling into the parking lot of already familiar building "Do you want me to walk you to the door?"

"I want you to come in for a cup of tea. We need to talk." Yasu spoke softly, surprised at the vulnerable tone that came out of his mouth.

"If that's what you want." Matsui answered quietly.

Walking the familiar path quickly the young man unlocked his apartment door and let his guest in, locking the door behind them.

Still unable to start much needed conversation he played good host and started tea. Soon two mugs stood in front of two quiet men sitting on opposite couches.

"This is getting ridiculous, kiddo. Nobody died, you know?" Tsuyoshi started first to somehow dissolve the strange silence. "I suppose this is about the choice you had to make today. If you haven't decided yet, or feel too tired to think, we'll just put it off."

"No, I have decided yesterday night…I just don't know how to start this. It's an unusual felling; normally I can talk myself out of a death sentence…"

It was enough to make the older man snigger and grin brightly at his troubled host."That's new, but it's okay. I'll put this simply – do you want to kiss me? Or just sit there in silence and rest? Maybe to fall asleep on the couch with our mugs keeping us warm? It's all good, Yasuhara-kun. "

"I want to kiss you, badly." He finally spoke up smiling and chewing on his bottom lip insistently "But the last option sounded good too. Still, I think I want my kiss first, you promised, you know. "

Now they were both giggling like idiots, stress and weariness making their nerves release tension in the most ridiculous ways. Matsui stood up and sat on his haunches in front of Yasu, right between his parted knees. Taking two smooth palms into his own, he spoke again:

"Alright then, but there will be rules."

"Rules, conditions…You really want to avoid this, huh?"

"Oh no, I just want to make sure you think about it carefully, and enjoy our little escapade thoroughly." The tall man smirked, noticing first traces of blush peeking out from the boy's collar. Their hands never stayed still, stroking, each other's wrists, entwining their fingers together and pulling them apart again. "Rule number one: if I do something you don't like, you can always push me away. I won't be upset. Rule number two: if you tell me to stop, I stop, no matter what we are doing. Are we clear?"

"Yes, I got it. But you are too kind to actually do anything to hurt me."

"Don't put too much trust in me, I'm human, I feel lust, just like everybody else." The honest confession made Yasu's cheeks burn. He never considered himself particularly "lust inducing" – lanky and pale, with traditional black hair and glasses on top of that – not exactly what one would think of as hot. Fortunately, he didn't have much time to ponder the thought.

"Close your eyes, Yasuhara-kun." Tsuyoshi spoke gently, slowly shifting himself up to close the gap between them. Uncertainly Yasu let his eyes fall shut, lack of sight made every other sensation ten times stronger. He could hear the other man breathing so very close. A warm hand escaped his grip just to slide up his shoulder and settle on the back of his head. Painstakingly slowly soft lips came to linger just an inch away, brushing against his as Tsuyoshi spoke quietly:

"Are you afraid?" Breath hitched in the young man's throat and he barely managed to squeeze out a shaky 'no'. With a small smile Matsui pressed their lips together gently, only growing a bit bolder when Yasu's whole body relaxed to his touch.

Soon their mouths were dancing in tandem, coming together and falling apart like waves on the ocean. Happy little sounds escaping Osamu's mouth let the older man know he was doing something right. All too quickly lips were not enough and Tsuyoshi gently pushed boy's face aside just to latch onto the exquisite pale throat now bared to his touch. Heat soared through Yasu's body making every inch tremble with need. Unable to be still any longer young man hesitantly slid his hands into the thick mane of white hair and pulled, desperately needing more physical contact. Hot lips traveled up and down his neck slowly, lingering here and there, sucking his pulse mercilessly. A strong arm wound itself around his waist, pulling their bodies closer…he could barely breathe; all these little sounds trapped in his throat were threatening to escape any moment. Tsuyoshi's lips found a sweet little spot just below his ear biting the sensitive skin lightly and the dam broke "Ahhn….nh…"

That very moment the bliss was over – a concerned face came into his line of vision, dark eyes searching Yasu's unfocused gray ones.

"Too much?"

"No...no! Please don't stop..." still breathless and dazed Yasu tried to focus on the chocolate brown eyes, hoping his gaze can convey what words could not. Tsuyoshi leaned in again, forehead to forehead, tips of noses touching, and smiled:

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Yasu whispered rubbing their noses together.

"And how is your experiment going, if I may ask?" the white haired man asked lightly, still a bit breathless but grinning from ear to ear.

"It's…very satisfactory so far…" Osamu replied blushing madly but barely holding in laughter. "But, for the accuracy of results…more data is needed."

That caused a full blown laughter. Wheezing a bit Yasu's object of experiment got up from the ground slowly. The thought alone, that the man is leaving, made Yasu grab his hand reflexively. A bit startled Tsuyoshi looked at the terrified expression on the teenager's face and quickly understood the problem:

"I'm not going anywhere, Yasuhara-kun. Just my knees are sort of killing me…I'm an old man, you see. Can I sit down beside you?"

Without second thought Osamu scooted aside a bit in a nonverbal invitation. The couch dipped under a heavy body and an arm wrapped around his shoulders providing both comfort and excitement.

"So you need more data, hmm?" a mischievous glint sparked in the dark eyes again.

"If you're not opposed to the idea…" Yasu's unconscious habit of chewing on his lips when nervous was back. Matsui-san squeezed him closer.

"If I would mind, I wouldn't be here. I like you, Yasuhara-kun - that is the only reason I agreed to any of this. How far you take it however - is up to you." Yasuhara Osamu have heard all kinds of romantic confessions before, and it never affected him much, but for some reason, the simple statement coming from this strange man made his heart beat faster. Not knowing how to answer that, Yasu just leaned in closer and laid his hand hesitantly over Matsui-san's beating heart. In a blink of an eye a warm and rough palm covered his cheek, caressing it gently. Thumb ran over soft lips and the teenager shuddered.

"Would you like to try something?"

"O-okay…"

"Have you ever French kissed before?"

"Just a bit with my second girlfriend."

"Did you enjoy it?" the only answer was a shrug.

"Well, then maybe I should rehabilitate this fine art in your eyes?" shifting to get a better reach Tsuyoshi slid his hand to the back of boy's head, drawing small hypnotic circles on his nape. Instantly Yasu's eyes started to drop. His glasses were removed and by the sound of a faint clank, put on the table.

"Yasuhara-kun, you will need to open your mouth a little, is that okay?"

"Mhm…" obediently Yasu parted his lips. Soon something warm and wet slid over his bottom lip experimentally, making goose bumps rise on his skin. The man's tongue was warm and he tasted a little bit bitter, like coffee, but Yasu couldn't find it in himself to mind. His lips parted more, and his own tongue peeked out, hesitantly licking the older man's tempting lips and between them. 'Brave' Tsuyoshi thought at the back of his mind. Despite his resolve to be careful and not lose control, this boy was making it harder and harder by the minute. 'So young…his mouth is so soft, sweet…barely used' that thought alone made him want to conquer that sweet cavern, to plunder every inch. Unable to hold back any longer Tsuyoshi pulled the Yasu's head back and kissed him deeply, giving into his own desire.

"Mhm….nhhh…." startled little moan escaped Osamu's mouth just to be swallowed in their kiss. 'Any second he will push me away…' Matsui thought, but instead of pushing away, surprisingly strong arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders pulling closer, demanding more. Fingers entwined into his hair, tugging deliciously and the next moan to be swallowed between them was his own.

Blinded by need they nearly forgot to breathe, lips only parted for long enough to catch a breath and like magnets glued back together. Loosing himself in desire Yasuhara felt bold enough to let his hands roam the broad shoulders, down the front of black turtleneck and back up, to burry themselves in thick soft hair. 'Kissing a man is strange…' the student thought 'it's more of a challenge… there are no definitive roles of the one who leads and the one who follows. This is so different – like chess, you may lose ground and submit one second and the next, if you play it right - you get to be the conqueror again…so exciting.' Wrapped up in warm embrace he felt hot palms slide down his sides, map every curve and hollow of his back and sneak around his waist, pulling. Heart beating madly, Yasu lifted himself up and settled comfortably straddling the older man's lap. 'What would happen if I took the lead a bit more?'

Tsuyoshi's eyes snapped open, a little hazy with desire, as he suddenly found himself with a lap full of Osamu. It was a very, very bad situation. His own need was starting to get a bit obvious and it was hard to get rid of it with Osamu's current position. The boys light frame pressed into his chest, hands on his shoulders and a warm pressure just where he needed it least. 'I shouldn't have underestimated him…this kid's gonna be the death of me.'

"Yasuhara-kun…" he panted, grabbing those sinful little hips to stop them from moving, squirming so damn deliciously just above his cock. Instead of the anticipated reaction, his plan backfired – Yasu ground his hips down harder, sucking gently on his neck.

"Ahh…f-fuck…stop, Osamu."

Instantly all motion stopped. Yasuhara froze over him and refused to lift his head up.

"I'm sorry, Matsui-san." He finally said, trying to get off, but Tsuyoshi didn't let him go. He knew if he'll let go now the damage will be impossible to repair.

"Hey, I said stop, not run away." He tried to catch the boy's eyes, lifting his face up and caressing it gently. "Hell, kiddo, you should have some mercy – I'm an old man and it's been a while…"

At that Yasuhara's eyes rose up, wide as saucers. "Wh-what? I thought…I mean you surely…"

"I don't have a boyfriend for nearly a year now, if I had someone, I wouldn't have agreed to this. And well, one night stands are really not my thing…so having a gorgeous young man squirming on top of me…kissing me like that…I might get a bit too excited. "

"I'm sorry…I was the one to ask a favor of you, you even set up rules to protect me, but in the end, I was the one to break them." Yasu felt slightly sick, he really didn't want to bother the man any more but hands on his hips refused to let go.

"You didn't break anything." Tsuyoshi cooed nosing the suddenly pale cheek and kissing it sweetly "We got carried away, I decided to ask for a break – and you stopped. Is this really the first time you've ever kissed a man?"

Osamu looked at him abashed "O-Of course it is, why else I would have asked you for such an unsightly favor?"

"I know, I know, it's just hard to believe – you're way too good at this. I guess it's safe to say you enjoyed it?" he tried a lighter tone and thankfully the younger man gave in.

"I think that should have been obvious…it never felt this good to kiss anyone before." The blush came back full force "That's why I just kept wanting more…I knew I won't get another chance like this to kiss you, so I…"

"Who on earth gave you that idea?"

"What do you mean?" Osamu just stared, clearly not understanding where his reasoning went wrong.

"Who told you that you won't get another chance to kiss me? I personally would like that very much…" even despite his age Tsuyoshi's high cheekbones were dusted pink with excitement.

"Oh…but I'm just a kid as you said so many times…I thought you were just humoring me this once…"

"I already told you I like you, didn't I? You have to understand I don't play games in situations like this. If you wouldn't have enjoyed it, I would have ended this a while ago and never pushed the matter. But you seemed to really like it, and I liked it a bit too much…so, perhaps, if you are interested…you would like to try something with me?" deep brown eyes gazed gently into stormy gray.

Yasu let his breath escape in a heavy sigh of relief. He really didn't want to lose this – what it is he didn't dare to guess yet, but the idea of being able to touch the other man again, to be around him more often, made him surprisingly happy.

"I would like that." He spoke quietly, laying his head on Matsui-san's shoulder. He was quiet for a long minute before continuing "I've never had a relationship like this before, so I'm not sure I'll be any good at it, but I'd be happy to try."

Strong shoulders shook with quiet laughter for a second, and then Matsui-san wrapped his arms around Osamu's back and kissed his temple lightly. "I'm very glad to hear that, Yasuhara-kun. But for now we both need rest. I should probably go, and you look like you need to sleep."

"I'm very comfortable as it is." The boy retorted not intending to move. Drowsiness made his head swim and warmth of the body beneath him felt very inviting. "Please just stay with me; it's warm this way…"

"Yasuhara-kun…"

"Osamu." He interrupted already half asleep.

"Osamu-kun, this is a bad idea…"

As answer he got a soft kiss on the neck and Yasu just cuddled up closer.

If Tsuyoshi was honest with himself, he really missed the warmth of another body beside him – the feeling of holding someone and being held in return - so refusing was getting harder and harder. Eventually he gave up.

"Alright, Osamu-kun, wrap your arms around my neck and tell me where the bedroom is, we're not sleeping on the couch." Obediently, albeit drowsily, arms slid around his shoulders.

"It's the left door." Yauhara whispered into the crook of his neck.

Sighing, the forensic stood up, surprised at how light his young lover was considering his height, and strode to the door.

The bed was a bit bigger than single and a bit smaller than double, so he decided they will both fit somehow.

He laid Osamu down gently and threw his own top onto a chair. After closing the curtains to keep the light out he turned back to the bed. Sight was arousing to say the least – splayed on the light grey sheets defenselessly, nearly asleep and completely trusting, the bright young man made his heart pound harder. "When did you worm your way into my heart, boy?" Tsuyoshi asked quietly before laying himself down beside Yasu and pulling the covers over both of them.

This was a strange beginning, but he knew they will figure it out along the way. Step by step. For now, he just pulled his young lover closer and allowed himself to fall asleep bathed light smell of soap and green tea – Osamu.

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That's it for this fic, maybe I'll continue this with another case and develop the relationships further, but I'm not sure yet ^.^

Right, I almost forgot!

The word koishii is sort of a pet name used for lovers only, usually not the occasional crush, but the one you intend to spend you life with...sort of like "Beloved";

The song used in this chapter is "Eivør - Trøllabundin" also a lovely piece of music.

Thank you so very much for reading and bye for now!