A million, million apologies! I know it has been months, but I just could not bring myself to type Yaoi anymore, and this was out sheer annoyance. I mean, try having three to four Yaoi fics pester you at the back of your head and you'll get what I mean.

So, as an apology, this is the last and final chapter dear readers!

I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed and I am deeply sorry if I put you off by delaying. Your reviews helped me a lot and I appreciate it so, so, so much! I hope that you continue to read my fics, should I type more in the near future!

Thank you; thank you so much for staying with me!

Now, on to the fic!

Warning: Heavy, heavy lemon. I warned you.

PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS 9

"Tsuzuki." Tatsumi released the name from his lips in shock. It was no more than a whisper and yet it held so much emotion all scrambled up. "Tsuzuki." He said again, a little bit more frantic this time. "TSUZUKI!"

Hot black flames danced in front of him, screams of the other tenants of the hotel rang in his ears. Debris was falling everywhere and the smell of charring flesh replaced that of the usual pine scent of the hotel.

Above him, Touda swirled, silver eyes gleaming under the light of his black flames. His tail swished back and forth, mouth hissing, as his master, his summoner and Tatsumi's light and love of his life sat in the middle of the burning fire, the flames slowly eating away at him.

"Tsuzuki!" Tatsumi called out, panic rising in his heart and mind. "Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki!" He yelled even louder and attempted to run towards him only to be blocked by Touda's flame that seemed to burn in rage whenever he gets closer. "No! Tsuzuki! Please, no!" He screamed loudly, shutting his eyes and falling on his knees. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, shattering on the crumbling ground beneath him. "Asato." He said, gritting his teeth, tears coming down like waterfalls.

He wept like he never wept before. They say love makes you cry. Now he understood that. Because watching his loved one burn before him, slowly embracing death, made him forget everything. Memories of Tsuzuki's smile flashed in his head, his laughter, the little moments they had when having tea out in the gardens of JuOhCho agency, his little bickering moments with Hisoka and Watari along with the chief – he yelled his name out loud once more.

"ASATO!"

The building crumbled, the fire spread and people were running. Amongst them, stood a man in white, looking up at the form of the black serpent swirling in the sky, eyes blank, but heart weeping loud.

Tatsumi bolted up from bed with a scream, completely drenched in sweat. His sheets were soiled, his breathing erratic, pillows on the floor and his pajamas already off his body. He stared at his hands, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He brought his open palms to his cheek then trailed it down his chest and sides. For some strange reason, he ached all over. He turned to look at the clock and found that it read 9:20 AM. He fell back on his bed.

"A dream." He said, sighing, and closing his eyes. "Just a dream."

He looked at the watch again; it now read 9:21 AM. He sat up suddenly, cursing rather loud. He dashed for the bathroom, a crazy thought in his mind. What if – just what if –

He took a scalding cold shower, shaking his mind and body awake from its painful state and dressed in his usual brown suit. He dashed out of the door, forgetting to lock it and bring his keys with him, and made his way to agency. He thanked the heavens that he could teleport due to him being a shinigami. In a blink of an eye, once his mind registered that he could actually teleport, he was in his office. His office mates blinked at his sudden appearance.

"Tsuzuki!" He looked around, and then banged his fists on the nearest table, startling the person sitting behind it. "Where is he?" He hissed, eyes burning white fire.

"Uh – uh –"The poor fellow shinigami stuttered. "I – I – I saw him leave the building just a few minutes ago."

"Where?" He demanded, glaring harder. The poor shinigami whimpered. "SPEAK!"

"To – to – to the front lawn." He said, covering his head with his arms. When he looked again, the door was swinging wide open, Tatsumi rushing down the corridors to the front lawn.

Tatsumi pushed the front doors of JuOhCho, making the heaving wooden doors rumble as it collided with the concrete walls from opening to its fullest extent. He looked left and right and there – just under a cherry blossom tree – he spotted Tsuzuki, an envelope in his hand. He wasted no precious time and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Tsuzuki. He grabbed the envelope tore it open, read its contents then shredded it to little pieces.

Tsuzuki stared at the always-calm secretary morph before him in to some sort of – weirdo. "Anou – that was my letter."

"I know." Tatsumi said coolly, running a shaky hand through his somewhat disheveled hair. "There are some things Tsuzuki that you are better off not seeing."

"What? Like you going berserk over a letter?" Tsuzuki chuckled. "Aiya, Tatsumi." He turned around looking at the sky. "Some times I wonder if –"He smiled, shaking his head. "Nah. Forget it." He headed for the building.

"Tsuzuki." Tatsumi said, looking down. Tsuzuki turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression. "If – If you were told that I was abducted, what would you do?"

Tsuzuki swallowed, mind racing. Just why was Tatsumi Seiichiro asking such a question? "Well, I'd do everything I can to make sure that you don't get hurt." He answered and the funny thing was, he meant it.

"Why?" Tatsumi looked up and stared directly in to the endless pools of violet.

"Because – "Tsuzuki suddenly felt his cheeks color. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable and so – so naked under Tatsumi's gaze. It was like he could see right through his very being. "Because I care for you." Tatsumi remained rigid and still, not daring to move a muscle. Tsuzuki laughed nervously. "Oh well! I better go!" He turned around, waving at Tatsumi. "I heard that Wakaba-chan brought a huge chocolate cake in today." He began to walk forward. "It must be great! I must beat the chief to it or else I won't get any –" Tatsumi gripped his wrist, pulling him back. Tsuzuki felt his eyes widened. "Ta – Ta – Tatsumi." His cheeks colored and he felt his heartbeat quicken immensely. Tatsumi merely wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki's torso, burying his face in his neck.

"A dream can morph in to a nightmare." He whispered, and traced his lips up Tsuzuki's jaw. "And I learned a lesson." Tsuzuki slowly closed his eyes, now that Tatsumi's cheek was touching his. "I do not want this dream to end up a nightmare. Not when I can do something about it."

"What did you see?" Tsuzuki asked, leaning on to Tatsumi's chest.

"Your death." Tatsumi brought a hand up to Tsuzuki's forehead, pushing back his silky brown hair. Silk – that was the first thought that entered his mind. It was like his dream – when they made love, the feeling of Tsuzuki's hair just sliding through his fingers like fine, fine silk. "Your courage, your weakness, your needs, and –" Tatsumi cupped Tsuzuki's chin and tilted hit backwards so that he was facing him. He smiled, eyes softening, little wrinkles forming at the corner of his eyes. Tsuzuki felt his breath just stop in his throat, seeing Tatsumi smile like that. "Your love."

"My love." Tsuzuki felt his cheeks heat up even more.

"Yes, your love." He said, nodding. He turned Tsuzuki around so that he was facing him and held him at arm's length. "And mine."

Tsuzuki found himself enveloped in the warmth of black shadows, and when they dispersed, he found himself in the middle of Tatsumi's living room. Tatsumi's hands were on his chest and waist, gently caressing him in lazy circles. He leaned back, and groaned, feeling painfully hard. Tatsumi closed his eyes, gently undoing Tsuzuki's suit jacket and white dress shirt, slowly sliding them down his shoulders. His hunger for his body erupted in full force and he was kissing Tsuzuki's neck and shoulders like a child devouring candy for the first time. Tsuzuki's gasps and loud breaths began to ring in his ears, driving him mad with passion.

"Tatsumi." Tsuzuki gasped, when Tatsumi's hand fell on his manhood, caressing it through the fabric of his pants. "Tatsumi. Why? Why?"

"Because –"Tatsumi made him look up, claiming his lips one more time before pulling back and murmuring the words on his cheek. "I love you."

Tsuzuki's hands immediately grabbed Tatsumi's jacket, pushing it away. He freed the knot of his tie and tossed it aside like it was some invaluable object. Tatsumi stepped away from him, and stripped his clothes off completely before gently bringing Tsuzuki down the thick woolen carpet of his living room. His lips, tongue and teeth were once again working on Tsuzuki's lean form, leaving little red marks – marks of unspoken promises – all over his chest, side and neck. He tossed his glasses off, not really caring about it at the moment. If it broke screw it. If it didn't – well screw it too!

Oops! Cut! This is a lemon chapter! You may read lemons at my webpage by going to my profile or access it in under the penname shi-chan06. Sorry for the inconvenience, but just to be on the safe side. I don't want to loose my account.

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