This
is exactly seven days late. So sorry! I've actually blanked out once
I saw the blinking cursor, hence I've been pondering over this for a
long time, and I came to one decision! Oh I do love shocking
surprises!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS
7
Tatsumi looked about the deserted streets of Kyoto,
the lodgings around him silent, the moon full, a tinge of crimson
glowing around it, the sky starless and dark clouds drifting about
lazily. It was extremely cold, a gust of wind blowing past him,
making him wince. He pulled his khaki trench coat closer to him, eyes
darting left and right. He had been standing there for at least
twenty minutes now, and he was growing impatient. He was already
pale, and was so because of what he was about to do. He had to bring
him to the land of the living, and tucked him under the covers of a
very expensive hotel room, making sure that he was
comfortable.
"Ever the loyal one, aren't you,
Tatsumi-san?"
He turned and found Muraki standing a few
feet away from him. The ramming on his chest increased, and his mind
began to reel with curses towards the doctor, but his politeness
prevented him from voicing them out. "Muraki- san."
"So?"
Muraki asked, a small smile on his lips.
Tatsumi fell silent.
There was no way in all seven heavens and hells and all his being
will he let someone like Muraki lay one finger on Tsuzuki. There was
also no way at all is he going to let Tsuzuki sleep forever. He
looked at Muraki closely and felt anger bubble up inside him. He had
looked up on all the spells that Muraki could have possibly used and
found only one, and its side effects were exactly what Tsuzuki was
suffering from now - pale, body going cold, slow breathing and
unaware of foreign words or touches. The spell could be reversed, and
all it will take was a few chants from the doctor and one single
kiss. Tatsumi had been infuriated when he read the counter-spell, but
thought about it. One kiss is way better than having Muraki make love
to Tsuzuki. Once Muraki kisses him, he'd wake, though his energy
would be drained, and there was no telling whether Tsuzuki would want
Muraki to make love to him. Either way, Tatsumi had lost, and he knew
it well.
"I'll make this quick." Tatsumi said. He
had delivered Muraki a message and requested that they meet. "I
know that there is a counter-spell, so I want to make a-"
Tatsumi immediately flinched visibly under Muraki's gaze. He really
felt fear, for the first time of his life. It was like he was digging
his own grave. "A deal."
"A deal?" Muraki
raised an eyebrow and took a step closer to Tatsumi, making the
secretary freeze. "What kind of deal, Tatsumi-san?"
Muraki's pale hand touched Tatsumi's pale cheek.
Tatsumi
swallowed and desperately stomped down on his temper. "I'll do
whatever you want me to do for you." He said, and dipped his
head. "And in return, I want you to remove that
spell."
"Anything?" Muraki asked, now too close
for comfort.
Tatsumi shut his eyes and turned his face to the
side. "Anything." He mumbled in defeat.
Muraki
chuckled, making Tatsumi look up at him. "So courageous of you."
He said, pinning Tatsumi against the wall. For a human, Muraki was
awfully strong. "To do something to gallant." Muraki's lips
brushed against Tatsumi's cheek, making him wince. "Your offer
is something tempting." Muraki said, looking directly in to
Tatsumi's blue eyes. "Very tempting indeed. It's now always
someone like you become this submissive, hmm?" Tatsumi bit his
lower lip when Muraki's tongue darted out and licked his ear. He then
stepped back and stared at Tatsumi. "Come with me, Tatsumi-
san."
Tatsumi breathed out a sigh of relief. At least,
Tsuzuki would not be soiled.
It was his second glass
of sake and he was beginning to feel a bit airy. They were in a nice
old setting Japanese house, the room lit by a lantern, the two men
sitting opposite each other. He did not want to even think of what
was going on in the mind of Muraki, so he drank. But it was only his
second glass and he felt as if he drank ten jars. He tossed the sake
cup across the other end of the room, making Muraki look at him in
mild surprise.
"Damn you!" He curse, his voice a bit
slurry. "Something - something - you spiked my drink! You
bastard!" He lunged forward, ready to give Muraki a piece of his
angry mind. Muraki easily avoided the punch, and countered by
grabbing Tatsumi's wrists and pinning him on the ground below him.
"Get off me!" Tatsumi struggled, wiggling under the
doctor's weight. He froze when Muraki's lips were on his, his
breathing hitched and caught in his throat. He paled immensely, and
then suddenly flushed. Muraki was gentle that it was almost
impossible. Muraki sucked on his lower lip, gently parting his numb
lips with his tongue and slowly pushed it in deep within Tatsumi's
mouth. Tatsumi did not know how long Muraki had been kissing him, but
when Muraki pulled back, he was flushed to the roots of his hair. He
felt ashamed, degraded and used, but it was his decision. It was
either this or Tsuzuki.
Oops! Stop right there! This is a lemon chapter! If you want to read it, you'll have to go to my webpage and view it in the list of deviations there or you may find it archived in under the penname shi-chan06. Just following rules and regulations here .... And you must read this chapter to understand the next. Just keeping to the safe side.
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