Chapter 7
VICTIM STATUS
Hi everyone! Yumi here! This is by far, the loooongest chapter I have ever written, just because I'm reeeally trying for things not to happen to fast in Muraki and Tsuzuki's relationship! Please be patient. Hope everyone likes it!
"Muraki's upset with me. I know he is. But I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it!" Tsuzuki turned to Hisoka, rather frustrated with Muraki's almost childish behavior.
The two were eating a late breakfast together with Watari, 003 on his shoulder, and Tatsumi alongside. Muraki was still in his room, and to Tsuzuki's knowledge, probably still sulking about what had happened earlier. And only Tsuzuki seemed to mind.
"Well what do you expect from him? He's been awfully persistent lately, even with us here to watch him." Watari mused, eagerly taking a bite of Tsuzuki's abandoned- and slightly burned- toast.
Tatsumi looked over at Tsuzuki who didn't seem to notice Watari had stolen his breakfast. "Tsuzuki, you haven't touched your food. Are you so upset that you can't eat?" Tatsumi asked gently, rubbing Tsuzuki's shoulder. He shook his head.
"I don't know. But it's just…I'm beginning to lose reasons to hate him. Muraki hasn't been unkind to me. He really hasn't at all. Last night…I let him sleep with me."
Tatsumi could have died right then. Tsuzuki had…slept with someone so suddenly? Even after they had been together…
"You what???!" yelled Hisoka and Watari in unison.
"We didn't do anything at all, honest!!!" Tsuzuki waved his hands in protest.
"I'm sure…" Watari teased.
"No I didn't! He just…he was upset over something so I thought he needed some company. That's all I promise. It wasn't a big deal." Tsuzuki insisted.
Tatsumi tried not to listen. He knew Tsuzuki wouldn't just sleep with Muraki without his reasons, but he couldn't shake the fact they had been together. Tsuzuki wouldn't lie, but he also wouldn't tell anyone if Muraki raped him. Maybe he had been harassed! Tatsumi wasn't about to stand for it. But what if Tsuzuki was falling for Muraki? No. He wouldn't be able to take that. Not Muraki. Tsuzuki's denial rang through his head as he slid his chair back, trying to get up from the table. Quietly, he got up from the table and slid in his chair into the table.
"Tsuzuki, I…I'm sorry…" he murmured, walking away.
"Wait, Tatsumi!" Tsuzuki called after him.
Watari didn't even hesitate as Tsuzuki got up to follow him. Whatever matters they still had to resolve, he wanted no part of it. 003 squeaked as Watari patted his head. "I'm sure things are ok…"
"Tatsumi!" Tsuzuki called.
Tatsumi stopped walking, not wanting to make Tsuzuki think he was being ignored.
"Tatsumi…can I explain what happened? Nothing bad happened, really." Tsuzuki said calmly, approaching Tatsumi.
Tatsumi looked down at his feet and sighed. "Tsuzuki, it's not that. I don't care if you're in love with him or if you like him…but…it's just…" he stuttered, unable to say any more.
"What is it?" Tsuzuki asked.
"It's just that…you and I…" he murmured, barely above a whisper.
Tsuzuki felt awful. He and Tatsumi had been a couple for nearly two years. Two years of nothing more than a few kisses, hugs, and dates. And sometimes Tsuzuki felt that there could have been much more. Neither broke up with the other; it was more of a mutual decision. Not even that actually. The two had become less and less affectionate towards each other, just declining to the current friendship that they had.
"I'm sorry Tatsumi. I…I don't know what to do. I still care about you, it's just that…"
Tatsumi caught himself. He was trying to win Tsuzuki back. And thankfully he realized before it was too late, that the struggle was futile.
"Oh no, it's not that! I'm not trying to impose, but…I just want you to be happy. And I really don't think that Muraki is…" Tatsumi stopped.
Naturally, Tatsumi was a kind-hearted person. Muraki was one that managed to upset him constantly. And now that Tsuzuki had allowed Muraki to have his way, he was even more upset.
"I know you don't like him." Tsuzuki stated, looking at the floor remorsefully.
Tatsumi stared intently at him. "But…do you?" he asked as his heart pounded nervously in his head.
Tsuzuki turned to face Tatsumi, his cheeks reddening. "Oh? Uh…well…I can't say that I hate him all that much, you know. He's not that bad, really he's not. But I'm still nervous about being around him. He's still so aggressive, even if he's been nicer about it lately." Tsuzuki thought aloud.
Tatsumi slid his hands into his pockets, trying not to appear too upset. "I see. Well, as long as it doesn't interfere with your case or anything. And I know I tell you this all the time, but please do be careful with him. You forget…he tried to kill you. And if he doesn't like you anymore, I wouldn't put it past him to try again."
Tsuzuki stopped. Tatsumi really thought he was falling for Muraki.
Could he be right? Do I care that much about Muraki after all?
"What? No, I wasn't thinking of…going out with him or anything. I just think he's gotten a little more bearable." Tsuzuki said aloud, more to himself than to Tatsumi.
Tatsumi sensed the doubt in Tsuzuki's tone and knew at once that it was a matter Tsuzuki himself didn't know. He decided no matter what, Tsuzuki's happiness came first.
"I…guess I'll trust you on this, Tsuzuki. But I still recommend that you be careful with him. He did try to kill you after all and if- if he doesn't like you any longer, I wouldn't put it past him to try it again." he said quietly, clenching his fists inside his deep jacket pockets.
"Don't worry about me, really. It's nothing important. It…really isn't. Even if I did have feelings for him, it wouldn't be serious." Tsuzuki admitted, without realizing what he'd said.
"Oh no! I mean, I don't have feelings for him, but I'm saying that if I did…" he started, before Tatsumi interrupted him with a soft chuckle.
"It's alright. As I said before, if it doesn't interfere with anything, than I don't see anything wrong with it." Tatsumi lied, trying as best he could to smile.
"But I don't!" he insisted once more.
Tatsumi nodded silently and smiled. "All the same, good luck with it, Tsuzuki. I'll always…be right behind you." he promised, trying not to interfere any longer.
The shorter shinigami fell silent, not knowing how to respond to that. Tatsumi and Muraki undoubtedly cared about him; that was obvious. But he and Tatsumi had proved incompatible years ago, hadn't they? As much as Tsuzuki cared for Tatsumi, he knew it wasn't enough to try at a relationship with him. No matter what, he didn't want to hurt Tatsumi. But what about Muraki? What did he really feel about Muraki? Recently, they'd gotten along and even slept in the same bed. What if he really was in love with Muraki as Tatsumi had suggested? He gulped nervously. There was only one way to find out. To test it. Go through an entire day with the mindset of giving Muraki a chance.
Tatsumi slowly walked away, clenching his fists tightly.
Why did I do that? I shouldn't have said that to Tsuzuki. Now he's probably upset with me.
"Hey Tatsumi!" Watari's energetic voice was all it took to cheer him up.
The blonde ran up to him and threw his arms around his neck. "There you are. Listen, I'm sorry about Tsuzuki…I uh…heard."
Tatsumi blushed. "Oh…"
Watari saw his anxious expression and laughed. "It's alright. Really." he assured Tatsumi, leaning his head on the brunette's shoulder.
"You're not…jealous or anything? I mean, there isn't anything to be jealous of, but just in case you are…"
Watari slowly shook his head. "I know about your relationship and I'm glad that you still care so strongly for him. Just…don't get hurt. Right now Tsuzuki's mind is focused on another."
Tatsumi placed an arm around Watari's shoulders. "Do you really think Tsuzuki's going to fall for him after all?" he asked.
"I think it's already happened." Watari concluded; his voice more solemn than usual.
Tatsumi nodded slowly. A moment of awkward silence passed between the couple as they stood together. It was strange enough that Muraki was living here, but to have Tsuzuki falling in love with him…
"So…what else did you want to tell me?" Tatsumi asked suddenly.
Watari stopped and thought for awhile. "Oh yes, now I remember. The Count wanted to speak with you about something. It sounded important. You should probably go immediately." he said, reaching a hand to straighten Tatsumi's tie.
"Yes. I probably should." he answered, placing a hand over Watari's.
Watari smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hurry up. I'm curious to know what he wanted anyhow."
Tatsumi began to walk away when he called back after Watari.
"Do you know anything about it?" Tatsumi asked.
Watari shook his head. "No. He didn't tell me anything about it."
Tatsumi nodded in response, trying to guess at what the Count wanted with him. No doubt it had something to do with Tsuzuki and Muraki, but he couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going on.
The large, candlelit hallway appeared threatening to Tatsumi, even though he knew there was nothing to be afraid of. He cast a glance down to his guide, Watson, his small, disfigured face showing in the warm light of the candle he held. They walked down the corridor in silence, casting long shadows on the decorative walls. They arrived at a door, its frame more decorative than all other doors than the rest, and Tatsumi at once recognized it as The Count's dining hall. On both doors were the faces of two canine demons, their deep eyes hollowed out, making them look even more threatening. They had gold rings through their noses that hung past their mouths. Watson stood on his toes and pulled on one of the rings, striking it against the thick door repeatedly, a deep knocking sound emanating throughout the hall.
"Count! Count!" he cried through the door.
On the other side, Hakushaku was sitting at his dining table, several servants waiting on him hand and foot. He had a large pile of papers on his desk and was carefully examining each. The sudden knocking caught him off guard and he nearly spilled his full glass of wine. He stood up, infuriated.
"What is that persistent yammering?! Watson, is that you?!" he yelled through the door.
Watson cautiously pushed the door open, hiding behind Tatsumi's leg. "I'm…I'm sorry, Count." he protested.
Tatsumi entered the room and bowed his head slightly. "Good afternoon." he said respectfully.
"Ah yes, Seiichirou Tatsumi. Nice to see you're doing well." The Count replied, taking a sip of wine.
His servants saw The Count had company over and left immediately.
"So what would you like to speak to me about?" he asked, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.
The Count sighed heavily and handed Tatsumi the file he'd been looking at earlier.
"This."
Tatsumi opened the file and a large picture in the front caught his eye. It was…Muraki? The doctor's pallid features made him look like a corpse. But what was more fascinating about the image was a small red stamp at the bottom left corner. It read: VICTIM STATUS and there was a blank beside it. He thumbed through another set of pictures, all of which had the same stamp. Except in every other picture it said: VICTIM STATUS: Deceased. Tatsumi continued to look through the file, each picture saying Deceased.
"What is this?" Tatsumi questioned.
"Something that I'm fascinated by. It seems that Kazutaka Muraki is dealing with a very dangerous demon after all. But, surprisingly, he's still alive. All other humans that have dealt with this particular demon have died only days after trying to deal with him. Up until now, no one knew why. But now we're learning the truth about it. The demon deals with the mind. None of his victims has ever been killed by his hands. All have committed suicide." The Count concluded.
"Wait. Suicide? So you're saying Muraki might kill himself?" Tatsumi asked, for once concerned about Muraki.
The Count sighed. "Well perhaps. But I doubt he would. There's too much he's working for. The demon is threatening him until he returns his brother's head to him."
Tatsumi's eyes widened. "So you're risking Muraki's life over this? Just so you can study this demon? Even if I don't like him that much, it's not fair to do that to him."
The Count instantly became more serious. "He's planning to kill himself anyhow. Or, he will once he finds out that the demon hasn't kept his end of the bargain."
"What do you mean?" Tatsumi questioned.
The Count closed the file and handed it to Tatsumi. "Muraki's brother…he's dead already Tatsumi. I just learned of it this morning. But don't tell him. Inside this file is more information on the demon…and there's another human that's also working with it. This is Tsuzuki and Muraki's case that I want them to investigate. Of course, Muraki doesn't need to know this. Don't tell him who the demon is. I'd assign them a new case, but there's nothing else going on. I'd like to keep him busy after all. "
Muraki turned over in his sleep uncomfortably. He'd been lying on his left arm wrong and now it was asleep. Groggily, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning widely as he did so. He took his arm in his hand and rubbed it gently, frowning at it. However, his attention was elsewhere.
"Mr. Tsuzuki, why are you so distant? It seems that you're fading away from me. Even when I sleep, I can't see you as clearly as I did before. Is it because the demon is forcing this upon me, or is it because…" he stopped abruptly, setting his feet on the floor.
"I have to kill you."
Muraki quickly dressed himself, folding his yukata and setting it on his bed. He found his suit and tie that had been folded neatly over a chair. He smiled. There was never a mess in his room; everything was always where it needed to be- even when he was little. And now, of all times, was when he needed to know where everything was.
He pulled a drawer open and reached inside and winced as a sharp object brushed his hand. His lips curled back into a sadistic smile as he gripped the small blade in his palm. This was his only option- to kill Tsuzuki and Saki. Then, he would have no regrets and could die happy. Or, that's what he told himself.
"Mr. Tsuzuki, if I kill you and take my own life…would you realize how much I love you then?" he whispered to himself, carefully hiding the knife inside his coat sleeve.
He didn't know whether the demon wanted to kill Tsuzuki itself, or whether he was supposed to, but he knew that it had to be done one way or the other. He buttoned his shirt and glanced in a small mirror. A thin line of blood ran from his cheek down to the bottom of his chin. It was the demon's scratch. He touched the wound and gritted his teeth at the sudden twinge of pain. It was too long for a bandage to cover it, but he knew he had to hide it. Muraki placed a hand against the cut, focusing his energy on it but didn't have enough to heal it. But with the energy he did possess, he could conceal the wound for a little while. He watched as the blood vanished from his face in an instant, his features once again pale. Securing his tie, he walked out of his room casually, closing his door lightly, walking away as if nothing unusual was going to happen. However, within, he knew this would be one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do.
The quiet hallway was infuriating as Muraki walked down the narrow passageway, keeping a hand against the walls, tracing the patterns of cracks with his forefinger. Every step he took echoed in his ear, reminding him of what he was doing and he nearly turned back…But then he heard it.
"Muraki!"
His heart nearly skipped a beat. The man he was going to kill, the man he was in love with, was walking towards him with a bright smile on his face.
I'm going to kill him. I can lure him away from here right now if I wish. And then, everything will be over. No more dreams, no more memories, no more Saki…
"Ah Mr. Tsuzuki, it's nice to see you in a good mood." Muraki muttered dryly, allowing his eyes to explore Tsuzuki's body…perhaps for the last time. As his gaze fell from Tsuzuki's waist, he noticed something. His beloved shinigami was holding his glasses.
Muraki's gaze softened for just a moment before resuming his sinister smirk.
He brought them to me. Why would he go through that much trouble for something so small? But it shouldn't mean anything to either of us. It's just…
"Here. I uh…found these in my room. I thought…I thought you might want them back." Tsuzuki offered kindly, holding the silver-rimmed glasses in an open palm.
The doctor smiled and placed his hands over Tsuzuki's. "I suppose I could say thank you, but I'm so much better at showing you…" he smirked, moving closer.
He kissed Tsuzuki's neck and seductively brought a hand to rest on the other man's hip. As Tsuzuki's eyes widened, his hands moved further downward, resting at his buttocks.
"Muraki! Uh…"
"I think you enjoy what I do to you. But I must admit, it's a small feat to bring my hand to this particular area, when my goal is really to use my…" he teased, at once noticing Tsuzuki blush.
"Don't do that!" Tsuzuki protested, pushing his arm away quickly.
"Mmm…forceful. I conclude that my statement earlier was correct. We do make an excellent pair. Although I do recommend that during sex, you don't fight to hard against me; I insist on taking you." he laughed, throwing his arms around Tsuzuki's waist, trying to taunt him.
"Mura-…!"
As Tsuzuki opened his mouth in a final protest, Muraki kissed him forcefully, gripping the sides of Tsuzuki's face. His tongue ravenously explored every dark corner of Tsuzuki's mouth, claiming him as his own. Tsuzuki moaned into his unyielding mouth as Muraki's hand began to move along the front of Tsuzuki's pants in the same manner as his tongue. It was annoying…annoying and utterly erotic.
I have to give him a chance. I promised myself I would…
Tsuzuki forced his hands against Muraki's chest, trying to push him away. It only added to the passion of their kiss, or so Muraki thought as he struggled to control his partner. Becoming a little more gentle, Muraki eased Tsuzuki's tongue into his mouth and soothingly rubbed his own against it. With every movement, Muraki felt he was losing his composure. He let out a soft moan of longing as he moved his knee into the space between Tsuzuki's legs, hoping desperately to arouse him.
Mr. Tsuzuki! Resist me! Please! I love you, I love you…Let me hate you…let me love you…
Tsuzuki sensed Muraki's desperation and gently eased the taller man off of him, Muraki slowly stopping, ending with a few final kisses to Tsuzuki's neck and collarbone.
"Muraki…that was…" Tsuzuki wanted to say 'amazing', but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
The tall doctor nodded understandingly and took Tsuzuki's hand, interlacing their fingers. "Mr. Tsuzuki I know. I wanted to kiss you. You're just so beautiful, I had to do it. I do hope you understand, beloved." he said, caressing Tsuzuki's face with his other hand, savoring how soft his skin was.
Tsuzuki turned his head to the side, avoiding Muraki's touch as best he could.
"Listen, I've got an idea. Do you want to get started on our case today? We could…stay together today if you want. I don't have anything else I'm doing so…" Tsuzuki suggested, his cheeks reddening.
Muraki's silvery eye lit up with excitement.
"You would do that, Mr. Tsuzuki? You mean as a date?"
"Well, it wouldn't…I mean, you can call it what you want, but…" Tsuzuki broke off as Muraki quickly kissed his lips.
"That's wonderful. Where would you like to go?" he asked excitedly, taking both of his hands.
"Um…well, I think we need to ask Tatsumi where we have to go for our case. But…" he looked down, eyeing their hands suspiciously, "do you think you could let me go?"
Muraki nodded and reluctantly dropped them. The two walked together side by side, towards Tatsumi's office. Anxious thoughts ran through his mind as he felt the cold metal of his knife pressed against his arm. He hoped he could get through this day without becoming too attached to Tsuzuki, but he knew it would be difficult. Tsuzuki knocked lightly and the door opened.
"Oh? Come in Tsuzuki…and Muraki." he sighed, eyeing Muraki suspiciously.
"What is it?" Tatsumi asked almost nervously, setting a large file down on his desk as if to hide it.
"Well, we were both wondering where we need to go to get started on our case. We hadn't heard any more about it, so I thought it wasn't really all that urgent." Tsuzuki said, smiling as always.
"Hmm…your case…oh yes, I remember. It's really quite…unusual. It's been The Count's special request that the two of you work on this. Tatsumi picked up the file he'd previously placed on his desk and opened it, taking out a picture.
Tsuzuki and Muraki looked intently at the person in the photograph, wearing a crimson vest with an unusual patch on it. He was waving his hand in front of a large crowd of people in front of him, caught in mid-speech with his mouth wide open. He was a middle-aged and balding man with a large beard and black beady eyes.
"There's a man in Tokyo that thinks he's been resurrected from the dead, saying it's a divine act of a demon."
He flashed them another picture. In this one it depicted a large group of people wearing the same vest and patch.
"He's formed a cult in this creature's honor and is now requiring all his followers to kill themselves after joining." Tatsumi sighed.
"So The Count doesn't want any more deaths right?" Tsuzuki questioned.
Muraki approached the desk and examined the photo.
"I think there's more to it than that, Mr. Tsuzuki." he concluded, replacing the picture on the desk.
Tsuzuki's jaw dropped. "Huh? How do you know that?"
Muraki turned to him and smiled. "Well, I do live in Tokyo. Besides, I work the emergency room mostly, and I've noticed more attempted suicides. If I recall, the preferred method is…poisoning, correct? And in some cases; bloodletting."
Tatsumi nodded. "Yes, that's correct. Alright then, you already have what you need to know. Infiltrate their ranks and disable their leader." Tatsumi concluded, quickly picking up his file of papers, struggling to keep everything in place. A few sheets fell to the floor and he bent to pick them up. As he did so, a single sheet fell from the very top of the file, turned in the air and flew to the corner of his desk. He picked up the others, apparently not noticing the one hidden behind the desk.
"Wait! Shouldn't that be a case for…another bureau? We deal with living dead and…" Tsuzuki started, ignoring the paper.
"What? Oh, well I'd like you to investigate anyhow. The man thinks he rose from the dead even though there's no record proving it. And then, the demon involved… find out about that." Tatsumi added quickly, walking from the room.
The door closed and then the two were left in silence. Tsuzuki stood there, a blank expression on his face while Muraki walked over to the paper beside Tsuzuki's desk. He stooped to pick up the paper when Tsuzuki noticed what he was doing.
"Wait! Wait Muraki, that's Tatsumi's!" he cried, running over to Muraki at full speed.
In a second, Muraki sensed what would happen next. The cord from Tatsumi's laptop was sticking up on the floor and Tsuzuki tripped over it. With a yell, he tumbled downward, hitting the ground with a thud. Muraki sighed heavily and turned around, crumpling the paper and stuffing it in his pocket. Tsuzuki was rubbing his eyes, his puppy ears showing. "Ouch…"
Muraki couldn't help but smile. He knelt beside Tsuzuki and kissed his lips. "Better?" he teased, his nose inches from Tsuzuki's.
"Well you didn't have to steal Tatsumi's paper. You should put it back where you found it." Tsuzuki said nervously.
"Oh? I'm curious what it's about. So I'd like to keep the paper, if that's alright with you." he insisted.
"But…"
"If you want it so bad, then take it back." Muraki teased, unbuttoning his white coat.
Tsuzuki smiled and almost lunged after him when he realized what was going on. As Muraki held out his arms, Tsuzuki turned away, blushing.
"No. I'm not playing any of your games today." he insisted, crossing his arms tightly around his chest, protectively.
Muraki walked up behind Tsuzuki, casually resting his chin on Tsuzuki's shoulder.
"You can be so childish, my dear." he muttered, closing his eyes. Before Tsuzuki could respond, Muraki placed his hands on Tsuzuki's shoulders, gently massaging them.
"Muraki stop tha-…ahh…" Tsuzuki sighed deeply, trying not to moan. Muraki knew exactly what he was doing.
"Stop what, Mr. Tsuzuki?" he questioned, continuing to knead Tsuzuki's tense muscles.
The entire experience was amazing. He knew Muraki had experience with this as well as…other kinds of experience. Just thinking about Muraki's strong hands on his shoulders…Tsuzuki closed his eyes for a moment, for once welcoming Muraki's advances.
It's almost like I...don't want him to stop anymore. But...it's just because it feels so good...
With every movement, however, it was Muraki that was falling apart. Every time Tsuzuki sighed or closed his eyes...Suddenly, the knife he'd been carrying slipped further down and brushed his wrist. Muraki felt awful. Soon he would no longer be able to do things like this for his beloved. They would never be able to be together, and Muraki could never admit his love to Tsuzuki. He abruptly stopped rubbing Tsuzuki's shoulders and let his hands fall to his sides. Tsuzuki turned around to see what had happened, wanting the warmth of Muraki's hands to continue.
"You know that wasn't so bad, Muraki. I wouldn't mind that more often...are you ok?" he stopped.
Muraki's expression was blank, his eyes softly pleading for a kiss. He reached a hand out to Tsuzuki and as if the shinigami was in a trance, he took it without a second thought. In a second, Muraki had his arms around him, his head resting on Tsuzuki's shoulder.
"Mr. Tsuzuki..." he whispered, his voice trailing off as he kissed Tsuzuki's neck lovingly.
"Yeah?" Tsuzuki replied nervously, still allowing Muraki to kiss him.
"I..." Muraki hesitated to finish the sentence.
I love you. I love you, Mr. Tsuzuki.
"You what? I'll listen..." Tsuzuki assured him, stroking Muraki's back.
The sudden gesture was almost too much for him. "Mr. Tsuzuki...don't do that...unless...you mean it." he insisted, digging his nails into Tsuzuki's shirt to keep himself from crying out.
Tsuzuki looked up at him nervously. "I'm...sorry. Listen Muraki, you've been good to me lately, so I think I wouldn't mind...what I mean to say is that..."
And then, for once, Tsuzuki surprised Muraki with a kiss to the lips. It was the kindest and cruelest thing he could have chosen to do Muraki at that moment. It wasn't a long kiss, but to Muraki, it was wonderful. Only Tsuzuki could create such a reaction from him.
"Mr. Tsuzuki, why did you do that?" he asked, pressing his fingers against his own lips, still feeling traces of his beloved's warmth.
"I thought you wanted me to and...I..."
Within seconds, Tsuzuki had fallen into Muraki's arms. Whether on his own will or whether Muraki had reached for him he didn't remember, but he knew he was actually enjoying it.
"Mr. Tsuzuki...give yourself to me. Please..." The doctor's hands moved to Tsuzuki's shirt, his adept fingers already toying with the buttons.
Tsuzuki placed his hands over Muraki's, trying to avert his attention. Muraki, however, wouldn't have it. With a swift movement, he twisted Tsuzuki's wrist sideways, causing the smaller man to fall to his knees.
"Ouch! Hey what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Tsuzuki cried out, trying to remove his arm from Muraki.
Muraki stared blankly at him for a moment, appearing almost child-like. His lips slowly twisted into a grin as his grip on Tsuzuki tightened.
"Taking you. I'm not waiting another moment- my body can't take your teasing any longer."
Muraki smiled and pinned Tsuzuki's arms to the floor, easily laying him on his back. Tsuzuki couldn't fight back any longer; Muraki had gravity as an advantage now.
"Please allow me to do this..."
He lay atop Tsuzuki now, resting between his legs, his head on Tsuzuki's stomach.
"Why?" Tsuzuki asked nervously as Muraki moved his head further down on his body, nearly at his groin.
"Because...I love you."
End of Chapter 7- Sorry for the almost lemon, guys! I thought I'd cut it off here and let your mind decide what happens next…
Nah j/k. I'll put in some lemon in the next chapter- promise. Just…this is my first yaoi fic ever, so this should be…interesting…
