Author: Supreme Overlord Erin-chan
Rating: G. Anything else is in your dirty little minds.
Disclaimer: Matsushita-sensei is too smart to do things like this to her own characters...which means they're not mine. Sigh.
Notes: Here is your freaking Muraki! Are you all happy now!? Incidently, these ficlets have become so popular I'm going to start updating them weekly, starting now :)
Pairings: Tatsumi x Muraki (Kukuku...you all thought I'd give you some nice MurxTsu loving, didn't you? *psychotic laughter*)
Warnings for: Red herrings, Muraki being naughty (and a bad sport).
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The sweat poured off both bodies like a waterfall. Muraki strained against Enmacho's secretary, but he was losing and he knew it. He grunted and pushed again, but Tatsumi responded strongly, pressing down on the doctor with inhuman strength.
"Im...impressive," Muraki choked out, then renewed his effort. Again, Tatsumi pushed him down.
"I've had a lot of practise in this area," Tatsumi responded casually.
"Oh?" Muraki asked, straining against the secretary in an effort to maintain his dignity. It wasn't working.
"I suppose you practise with Tsuzuki-san?" Muraki smirked, adjusting his position and pushing again. He yelped as a shadow slithered up his leg, then glared daggers at Tatsumi.
"Trying to distract me, I see."
"Leave Tsuzuki-san out of it, then."
"Mm...I'm honored you wish to concentrate so fully on me," Muraki purred. Tatsumi's reply to this was to press firmly against the psychopath, pushing him down firmly and holding him there. Muraki swore.
"Such words, Muraki-sensei," Tatsumi said softly, "will not convince me to go easy on you. In fact I'm rather enjoying seeing you so frustrated."
"I suppose you are," Muraki said, gritting his teeth.
Tatsumi pushed harder, grunting with the effort. Muraki whimpered a little...it was really starting to hurt now. His body was cramping up.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He gave in. He let Tatsumi push him down, but just before it ended, he had an insight. A brilliant idea, one that would rescue his dignity.
He kicked Tatsumi under the table.
Tatsumi yelped and lost concentration. In that moment, Muraki slammed their hands down, and smirked triumphantly.
"You cheated!" Tatsumi accused, rubbing his shin.
"Cheated? I?" Muraki's smirk grew to grotesque proportions. "Perhaps you have learnt your lesson. No one beats me at arm wrestling."
"Well how can they if you cheat..." Tatsumi grumbled as Muraki stood and left.
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What were you thinking? You dirty YnM fans are so easy to tease. *hearts*