Alright everyone. The next chapter is the last. Thank you for the people that have stuck with meh until the end (or near the end)

Watari awoke, obviously distraught, the next morning in the arms of his lover

Watari awoke, obviously distraught, the next morning in the arms of his lover. The night before had been a nightmare, one he would rather bury in his memories than have to relive in his dreams one more time. Even in his slumber, he could feel Muraki's rage. Feel his penetrating gaze, unreserved questions festering under his skin.

His body shook, reminiscing in the night terrors, and woke the man whom held him comfortingly during those dreams. Watari would never blame Muraki for his anger. He deserved whatever hardships were thrown at him. He deserved abuse.

The doctor opened his eyes, remorse shining unconditionally. He stroked his scientist's hair lovingly, basking in the morning glow of a night gone to shambles. Smiling faintly, he propped himself on his elbow for a more glorious view of his lover. Thoughts of waking up like this for the rest of his life flowed through his mind- waking to his exquisite man.

The perfect morning in his mind immediately failed, as he saw remnants of the night before reflected in tarnished eyes. Feeling as though words could mend the tragedy, Muraki spoke in an endearing tone, "Good morning, Mr.Watari."

The blonde perked up at once under the scrutiny of wary eyes, returning the pleasant smile, "Good morning to you too, Doctor."

A swift kiss was shared, "You should probably take a shower before moving about."

Watari donned a softer smile, perversion first thing in the morning was not always bad. On this occasion, Watari thought to himself, it carries the possibility to erase a whole night's suffering. "I would really like it if we showered… together?"

Startled by the opportunity to right a wrong so soon after the wrong had been committed, Muraki settled himself on the idea, "I would be more than happy to bathe with you."

Preparing a set of clothes for his partner and himself, Muraki led his lover to his personal bathroom, furnished with all the proper necessities. Placing their clothes, two lab coats and corresponding surgical pants, and a modest amount of towels, on the bathroom counter, the doctor proceeded to strip inconspicuously.

He peered behind himself to see if Watari was following suit, only to stare at a scantily dressed male depositing the last article of clothing from his body onto a neat pile on the floor. Smirking, Muraki made his move.

Holding onto the man with one arm, turning on the shower with the other, he forced a forceless kiss on the wanton scientist. He paused to gage his reaction, "Are you okay with dong this?"

Watari nodded, all scraps o the previous night were nonexistent in the eyes that shone vibrantly. His world of rapture seemed to increase as Muraki led him into the shower, taking a firm hold of his body.

Scorching water drenched their bodies, though the heat was not noticed due to their own burning, lusting bodies. Muraki placated the other's mouth, clashing slippery lips together, tongues joining in an even messier collision. While mouths were busy, the doctor slid a hand to join the stirring member below.

With a startled gasp that earned him and his lover a mouthful of water, Watari realized what had exactly peaked his surprise. Gazing down at a hand working diligently on his arousal, Watari decided to return the alluring task, filling his own hand with his lover.

Muraki groaned aloud from the unexpected pleasure, and tightened his grip on Watari, drawing out an elated moan. The doctor pressed his scientist against the shower wall, just barely remaining in the shower's reach. Plastering kisses along Watari's jaw line allowed Muraki an unobstructed view of Tatsumi's marked pleasure. Swiping them over with his hand, the doctor continued to leave his own marks on top of those belonging of the treasurer.

Watari felt the need to push the doctor back, finding that the same situation was what caused last night's violence. However, the violence never came, only unwavering desire formed from pure passion. The scientist allowed himself to voice his delight, and though he was lost to the sensations, his body maintained stroking his lover's hardness.

Satisfied for the time being, Muraki brought his attention back to the perverse body in front of him, and pushed his wet fingers against the other's entrance slowly. Expecting his lover to push him away, he was quite pleased to find this reaction did not transpire. However, Watari's hand cleaved his shoulder effectively surprising him to no end, "S-stop… Let me…"

Within seconds, Watari was on the bottom of the bathtub on his knees, timidly providing his mouth as an option. Without asking for further permission or predilections, the scientist gladly dragged his tongue along the shaft and base of the extremity.

Stifling a moan, Muraki placed a hand on his lover's immersed head giving suggestions to the novice skill. Watari readily accepted Muraki's hand that guided him in a practice he had never attempted himself. Experimentally, Watari wondered how much he could fit in his mouth, and acted on this curious impulse, allowing his throat to nearly breathe Muraki's pulsating cock.

The back of his cock greedily clashed with the back of Watari's throat, an act he didn't command with his hand- one he didn't have the gall to do, and thus was unexpected. The scientist took note of Muraki's twitching hand on head, the quavering moans and irregular breathing pattern and surmised that this was good. Very good.

Watari swallowed him again, permitting the manhood to hit the back of his throat and continue down a few more inches until the whole member was tightly embraced in his mouth. The scientist continued this method as many times as he could before Muraki dragged him off his knees, up to eye contact, and began prodding his other entrance.

Two fingers slipped in easily from two night straight of questionable pleasure. Shuddering from the sensation, Muraki read this as a different sign and nearly withdrew his hand, "It's alright, continue. It was just feeling really good there…" Watari rested his head on Muraki's chest, as the stretching sensation grew greater.

The scorching water was now hot, though neither had the attention span to focus on water. Finding that the preparations were done correctly and proficiently, Muraki coerced his lover against the wall once more, lifting one leg up to his hip and leaving the other for support. With a gentle, underlying possessive, kiss Muraki inquired to his lover, "Do you still want to?"

Watari wrapped his arms around the other's neck, smacking their lips together with ardency, "Do I have to answer that?"

Gradually, expectantly, Muraki worked his self into the man in his arms. Watari's face flushed with added, unfamiliar stimulation, the whole rest of his body flushing that same cherry color.

Halfway inside, the doctor granted his wish to plunge the rest of the way, which was greatly appreciated by his partner, who released a deafening moan. One hand possessing Watari's hip, the other his elevated leg, Muraki thrust again, careful of his steps in the slick shower tub.

Eventually a steady rhythm was created, every thrust planned and devised to explore a different angle of Watari. When the scientist screamed with fervor, Muraki knew that he had found that certain spot and continued wreaking havoc in that one part.

Watari's body was yearning, burning from all the sensations yet he still found it wasn't enough. As if reading his thoughts, Muraki grasped his hard, throbbing member and fondled it up after a thrust and down after another.

The added stimulus brought Watari's mind to chaos, he laid his head on the nape of Muraki's neck, nipping and biting. The doctor groaned and delved deeper, having to leave his lover's cock to fix their position. Pushing the man onto the wall for better support, he lifted the other leg , bringing both to his corresponding sides.

Watari felt the difference immediately, having never felt such a profound breach to his insides. The doctor gave another low moan, keeping most of his pleasure to his own knowledge and allowing his partner to bask in the full affect. "Watari…" his tone was controlled despite his heavy breathing, "touch yourself… for me…"

Startled for a moment from the request, Watari obeyed, wrapping his fingers around the head of his slick member. He freed a great moan, working his cock faster with each forceful venture of Muraki's manhood.

Witnessing his obsession delivering his own pleasure sent waves of discord throughout the doctor's body. Sensing that his lover was about to come, Watari hand gave one last pump, his muscles clenching around Muraki's excitement, spilling his seed on his lover's chest with a boisterous cry. Muraki's body expelled its own release from the pressure closing around him, grunting, thrusting all the way inside his lover, grasping onto his hips for support.

They rested against each other, becoming gradually aware of the bitter water lashing at their skin, calming their fevered minds. Raking his hands through his blonde, sodden locks, Watari struggled for freedom from the solid ensnaring of a tricky position. Nearly falling to his doom, Muraki caught him by the arm, raising him steadily, kissing him abrasively. They had been connected through joyous means. The relaxation that spread throughout their bodies was due to this fact, not only the preceding orgasm.

"I really… truly love you…" Muraki whispered into their kiss, echoed by the sharing person. A loud piercing noise interrupted this cherished moment; otherwise, they would not have been likely to move an inch the entire day. Although his beeper going off was annoying, nothing could ruin his enchantment… However, that was before he noticed who was paging him.

Tatsumi.

Without revealing who was contacting him, Muraki dressed quickly, "I need to answer this; it had better be an emergency." Kissing his lover on the lips fully, Muraki allowed their tongues to dangle for a few moments, grasping his body to his own, before separating, "I will be right back…"

The doctor did not bother to dry or comb his hair, finding he did not have to be specially dressed for this person. It was most likely going to be Tatsumi demanding his "beloved" back. Muraki would reply that he is not ready to go back and leave him to sulk in his own defeat.

Upon nearing the main office, Muraki could see a man, in this case shinigami, with flawless posture of the back, face tilted slightly up distinguishing self-confidence, hands strictly to his sides showing a bit of insecurity, and prideful eyes that could call upon the shadows of the hell and beyond.

The doctor, after catching the other's attention, tilted his head in the direction of a deserted hallway, planning to sort out their trifle matters alone. Standing in front of the treasurer, Muraki brought his focus on the man before him. "What would you like, Tatsumi-san?"

The condition in which the doctor presented himself said it all; damp hair, clothes thrown together in a hurry, glasses fogged- he had just been interrupted. Tatsumi fought the urge to kill the bastard in front of him, and decided everything would work out for the better good.

"Watari," he began in a steady, even tone, "has been proclaimed damned."

Muraki stared, raised an eyebrow in interest.

"'Damned' is the only term the Ministry can provide for right now. The details of his death are unknown."

Genuinely smiling, Muraki placed his hand on the shinigami's shoulder in an accepting gesture. Tatsumi did not move away from it, only cringed when their bodies made contact; now the doctor had to live up to whatever Tatsumi asked from him.

"First… I have to thank you, sincerely. I never expected that you would help Watari." He began, relief obviously washing over his body, "Now what would you like for compensation?"

Tatsumi had been taken aback by the realistic show of gratitude; emotions he thought the man was incapable of portraying. He thought back to what he truly wanted and why he had chosen to do this instead of reporting the whole ordeal to the Ministry in the first place. "I want you to give Watari a better life. Don't harm him ever, physically or emotionally. And cherish him."

A distressing glint shone through Muraki's eyes, as he realized it was a self less act of pure love, "Alright. I agree to you terms. Would you like to relay this information to Watari himself?"

Reviewing the state of dress Muraki was in, Tatsumi could only wonder what Watari had draped around himself. "No. I think it would be better if you told him. He hates me as it is, I don't wish for my last memories of him to be…"

Memories where you knew you lost. Muraki filled in the blanks, donning his usual icy countenance.

"You can visit any time you would like… I will never forget this selfless act… ," Turning towards his own room, he muttered under his breath , "Perhaps it will save your life from being 'ripped to shreds and desecrated by' my 'own experienced hands'."

Humming merrily down the hall, he returned to his office glowing brilliantly by the radiant light of his lover, who lounged on the bed in a tired mess. "Watari…" the doctor sat next to the man, arm enfolding over his shoulders, "Tatsumi has just informed me that you are to remain here, under constant supervision."

The look he gave was questionable, but deeply etched happiness was among the first emotions recognizable. The other indubitable was misery. Watari was not dumb; he knew Tatsumi would not have allowed him to leave the Ministry without paying back all of his debts. There was something else; something Muraki feared telling.

Despite knowing his lover was lying, Watari accepted it. Someday, maybe, he would learn the truth, but until then, he could enjoy the blossoming new life with his monster, his rapist, his serial killer.

As Watari searched curiously in the other's eyes, he became warily cognizant of a familiar pining glint- familiar only because it was there after every encounter with Tatsumi. Throwing away his instinct feeling, Watari settled with cuddling up against Muraki.

Blood lust… he thought, what an outlandish idea.

Hmm... So, please review; I would like to see if anyone likes where the ending is going.

Thank you!