Chapter 8

The Mansion

Muraki trembled as the words spilled from his mouth. Tsuzuki was the first person he'd dared admit this to other than Saki.

"You…what?" Tsuzuki asked, completely in shock.

"I…"

"Muraki did you mean what you just said?" he questioned, lifting his head up to look down at the older man, trying to see his eyes.

He was silent.

Tsuzuki sighed and looked down at his partner. "I just asked if you meant what you said. Did you?"

Muraki hesitated for a moment and sat up. His hand slowly crept up Tsuzuki's body, stroking his cheek gently. Muraki's cold hands were silk to Tsuzuki and he closed his eyes, indulging in the moment.

"Yes, I meant that…"

He pulled Tsuzuki's face to his own and kissed his forehead. "…with all of my being."

"Muraki…" he murmured, his eyes still closed.

"Stay with me once more." Muraki said between light kisses to Tsuzuki's face and neck.

His whole body's cold…well…what I've touched of it anyhow. Tsuzuki thought to himself, trying desperately to keep himself from envisioning of the rest of Muraki's body.

But he had an idea what was there. Muraki had come into his room once before with his shirt halfway off, so Tsuzuki knew about that half of him. But the rest… the lower half of the beautiful man's torso…

Muraki continued his kisses, Tsuzuki's intoxicating taste arousing him. Tsuzuki was giving in as well, struggling not to moan as Muraki's velvet tongue seductively traced a line down his neck. It was then that they realized they were still on Tatsumi's floor.

"Mr. Tsuzuki, as much as I would enjoy having sex with you on Tatsumi's floor, I'm assuming you would prefer our first time together to be a bit more…intimate than that, am I correct?" he asked, rising to his feet.

Muraki held out his hand to help Tsuzuki up.

If I take his hand, it will all be over. I can still walk away from all this. Or do I even want to? No. I can't. This isn't right!

Tsuzuki turned his head to the side, frowning. "Muraki…we can't. I can't love you."

What Tsuzuki had said was painful to both of them. After all this. They'd been so close…so close…

"Mr. Tsuzuki, do not regret. Do not trouble yourself over this night, my dear. It…doesn't have to mean... anything to you if you don't wish it to." Muraki confessed.

Tsuzuki bowed his head and nodded. "Alright. But Muraki…"

"Yes?" he asked, ready for any condition as long as he could still have Tsuzuki.

"Would you hurt yourself that way…just for a night with me? Even if I don't…feel the same?" he asked, looking deep into Muraki's eyes.

Muraki laughed coldly and shook his head. "Of course not. I'm not giving you any more than you rightly deserve. There is no way that you can hurt me."

His voice was convincing, but Tsuzuki remembered his previous actions- especially the first time he'd learned of Muraki's traumatic childhood. There was still pain etched into Muraki's heart, whether he acknowledged it or not.

He was still human.

Taking a deep breath, Tsuzuki took Muraki's hand. Before Tsuzuki could say another word, Muraki lifted him easily from the floor and held him tightly.

Muraki knew that the best place to take Tsuzuki for this would be Ko Ka Kuro, if he could make it there with his current energy level. No. He knew he barely had enough energy to transport himself to another room in JuOhCho due to the demon's demands. Without breaking the rules of not directly harming him, the demon took every bit of Muraki's energy that it could. He had to borrow some of Tsuzuki's for this.

"We can leave immediately. If I may borrow some of your energy…"

Muraki didn't finish his sentence and drew back his lips, piercing his teeth into Tsuzuki's bare neck. Tsuzuki's eyes widened at the sudden flash of pain and he attempted vainly to flee Muraki's grasp. All Muraki did was hold him tighter.

"Muraki you bastard!!" Tsuzuki yelled at him furiously.

The bite had hurt, but what was worse was that it was Muraki that was taking his energy.

"Stop it! I said I'd go along with you, but…"

Tsuzuki felt a sharp sting as a small part of his blood and life force ebbed away. But what he didn't realize was that even as Muraki lapped at the blood, he knew he shouldn't have done it. Tsuzuki still wasn't exceptionally fond of him and had never willingly allowed him to taste his energy. However, because of his involvement with the demon, Muraki was losing his own life force. Now, he hardly had enough to cover up the demon's scratch without endangering his health. The situation was awkward enough, but this sudden attack had made Tsuzuki even more nervous. Suddenly, Muraki thought of something. He could use this to his advantage after all. This would be easy. Instead of simply drinking the blood out of the wound, he had something a bit more…seductive in mind. Oriya had often remarked at Muraki's enjoyment of kink in his relationships and this would certainly fall into that category. Suddenly the feeling of pain was erased as Muraki seductively lapped at the blood that formed from the wound.

"Oh…damn it Muraki…" Tsuzuki moaned.

The steady rhythm of Muraki's tongue was driving him mad. He knew Muraki was experienced in the art of seduction, but still, he could do nothing to stop the affects of the doctor's techniques. Every deliberate stroke, every playful nip, and every kiss that he placed in between was enthralling to both of them.

"Now, I think that should be enough. We can leave now." Muraki informed him, blood dripping from his pallid lips.

"Leave? What are you talking abou-…" Tsuzuki's question was interrupted by a bright flash of light.

In a split second, they had disappeared.

The strain of the transport spell had taken a greater amount of energy than Muraki had anticipated. The further they traveled, the more it took from him. He'd originally planned to bring them to Oriya's brothel, as the mood was already present for what he'd wanted with Tsuzuki, but he'd been too drained to make it all the way there. As his feet touched the ground, he felt a sudden stab of pain in his chest. He gripped his sides painfully, dropping Tsuzuki to the floor. The room he'd landed in was too dark to see if Tsuzuki was hurt or not, but there were more important things to worry about. This feeling wouldn't last long, however, it was still excruciatingly painful.

"Ugh…that didn't feel too great…where am I?" Tsuzuki whined and rubbed his throbbing head.

He was somewhere cold and dark, sprawled out on what felt like a wooden floor. Muraki was no longer holding him. In fact, Tsuzuki had no idea where he was.

"Muraki? Muraki where are you?" he called into the empty darkness.

He was answered, not by any of Muraki's usual sarcastic remarks, but by the sound of ragged breathing.

"Muraki is that you? I can't see anything."

The horrible sound stopped for a moment.

"Oh? Tsuzuki you're awake. That's…" Muraki stopped, hit by a sudden wave of pain in his side. "good…" he added through gritted teeth.

"Are…you alright?" Tsuzuki asked, jumping to his feet.

Muraki nodded, still clutching his side. "Yes, yes. Just…tired…from the spell."

"Are you sure? You don't sound good."

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." he retorted swiftly, nearly falling over. Thankfully he knew the room well that he was in and found a wall to lean against.

Tsuzuki was still trying to find him.

"Muraki…I can't see a thing, can you turn on a light or something?" he asked.

Muraki fumbled through his pockets for something and found his silver lighter. Not even the small box reflected any light in this windowless room. He clicked it on easily, the light shining in the heavy darkness.

"There are no light switches in this particular room, Mr. Tsuzuki."

"Oh…where are we?" Tsuzuki questioned, walking towards the flickering light of Muraki's lighter.

Muraki held out his hand, ordering him to stop. "Don't walk anymore. My servants haven't been here for a few days to clean, so you may step on something." Muraki requested. Tsuzuki watched as the light moved back away from him. Suddenly, there were two lights. Then three. Then four. More and more lights were lit, the room slowly loosing its threatening darkness. Tsuzuki sat down obediently right where he stood, not wanting to break anything that could be on the floor. Still, more candles were being lit.

"Muraki? Uh…how many candles are in this room?"

Muraki laughed. "More than I care to light." he said, continuing to light more and more candles.

"What is this place? From what you mentioned earlier about your servants, I'm guessing we're in your house. But where are we exactly?" he asked, finally able to see the floor.

He nearly jumped back in shock. Dolls. Antique porcelain dolls were strewn across a decorative wood floor. Not only on the floor, but some were sitting on a large bookshelf that stretched from the floor to the ceiling on the wall across from the door. In the opposite corner was a table with pins, doll gowns, thread, and broken doll pieces.

"This room…was my mother's. She worked out of this room, making and repairing dolls. I've kept it the same, adding new dolls now and then to her collection. As you're already aware, I collect them myself, but as a hobby rather than profession." Muraki said, bending down to pick up one of the dolls on the floor.

He set it back on the bookshelf with the other dolls.

"I apologize for the mess." he said, straightening out the doll's dress and hair.

Tsuzuki looked at each doll, noticing how lovely they looked in the candlelight. But even more than that, he noticed how attractive Muraki looked in the candlelight.

"I suppose you're wondering about the lighting, correct?" Muraki asked, picking up several dolls and replacing them on the shelf.

"Well, I was, but I didn't think it was important enough to ask about." Tsuzuki knelt on the ground to help, but Muraki waved his hand for him to stop.

"You're my guest, I'd rather you not clean up after me. But anyhow, my mother preferred candlelight while working because she loved the affect the warm candlelight had on the dolls she created. There's a certain glow that fire has that can't be captured by the florescent lighting used by most people now."

Muraki's sensual voice added to the soft glow of the candles was making Tsuzuki more and more happy to be here with him. He couldn't help imagining himself with Muraki, lying with him in the candlelit room.

"So are we…staying here for this?" Tsuzuki asked nervously.

Muraki shook his head. "No. Not this room. It is my mother's after all, regardless if she's dead or not."

Tsuzuki felt awful for suggesting it. "Oh no, I was just curious! I didn't expect you to do anything in here…"

"That's fine. I know now how much you want me. Right on the floor of my mother's room…" Muraki laughed, causing Tsuzuki's cheeks to redden deeply.

He moved over to Tsuzuki, kissing his cheek teasingly. "Come on. I think my own room is best for this." he said, taking Tsuzuki's hand, kissing the back gently.

He pulled him along, leaving the room of dolls behind. They walked quickly together, Tsuzuki saying nothing as the beautiful light dimmed from his vision. The hall they traveled was getting darker and darker and Tsuzuki clung to Muraki's arm, making sure he didn't run into anything. For a moment, Tsuzuki could see completely nothing, the hall as dark as the doll room. He heard a sharp click and a wooden door creaked open. A bright light within assailed Tsuzuki's eyes as he and Muraki entered this room. It was brighter than Muraki's doll room, but still as beautiful.

Tsuzuki's jaw dropped. Before him lay an enormous king-sized bed with an ornate ebony headboard.

"I'm sorry I wasn't prepared for your visit, my dear, so we'll have to be without wine for now." Muraki said politely, closing the door behind him.

Tsuzuki was too awestruck by the large bed before him, with its deep burgundy comforter and a black fur blanket folded at the foot of the bed.

"Wow. This is your room, huh? You've lived in here all your life?" Tsuzuki questioned, running a hand along the plush fur, marveling at how feather-soft it was.

"Of course not. I had another room elsewhere in this house. But at any rate, would you like some wine? I apologize again for my lack of preparations." Muraki asked, walking over to Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki shook his head. "No, it's fine."

Muraki smiled and hugged him from behind, Tsuzuki snuggling into his warm embrace.

"I had hoped you would say that. No wine rivals your taste, my love." Muraki confessed, nipping Tsuzuki's ear playfully.

Tsuzuki shivered at the feeling, allowing Muraki to slide his hands into his shirt. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Slowly they made their way towards the large bed, Tsuzuki hesitantly holding Muraki's hands. Tsuzuki's pulse pounded in his ear as Muraki slowly pushed him over.

What am I doing here? I'm letting him have his way with me after how long I fought against him? And why do I get the feeling this is really going to hurt?

The large king-sized bed was incredibly soft and didn't make the slightest creak as the two lay upon it. But before Tsuzuki could appreciate the bed, Muraki was on his hands and knees, both legs on either side of Tsuzuki's stomach. He was smiling down at his prize, a devious smirk playing across his lips.

"I'd rather you not keep me waiting long, Mr. Tsuzuki. Can you remove your own clothes or would you prefer I aid you in that?" Muraki asked suddenly, causing Tsuzuki to pale.

Tsuzuki laughed nervously. "Is there any way to do this and keep my pants on?"

Muraki smiled and bent his elbows, arching his back and leaning in closer to Tsuzuki in one fluid motion.

"Yes, but I doubt you want to go back to work with stained pants." Muraki replied, lowering himself completely onto Tsuzuki, his head resting on his shoulder.

"What if I let you do to me what you want with my clothes on?" Tsuzuki asked quickly. He was running out of options.

Muraki was running out of patience.

"Even if we only partake in oral sex, you will come. I will make sure of that." the taller man avowed, snaking his hands around Tsuzuki's waist.

Tsuzuki watched nervously as Muraki's fingers walked along the waistline of his pants and slipped inside. He slowly unfastened the lowest button. Tsuzuki couldn't help but sigh at feeling the back of Muraki's hand caressing his aching groin.

"Muraki…" the word escaped his barely parted lips, the taller man turning his head to listen.

Muraki trembled as the heat of Tsuzuki's breath hit his bare neck. This wasn't a dream anymore. It was real. With a fluid motion, he turned his hand the other way, his palm firmly pressed against Tsuzuki's bare flesh. He pushed forward gently against Tsuzuki's growing erection, the action sending shivers throughout Tsuzuki's entire body.

"I will…not stop this time. I have waited long enough for you. I…"

Muraki's expression changed from one of desperation to one of excitement as he pulled Tsuzuki's dark slacks from his slender legs with his left hand, still stroking Tsuzuki's hardened member with the right. With his now free hand, he pushed himself closer to Tsuzuki, his head bowed as he stared at his beloved with unrivaled intensity. And yet, even though his eyes blazed with passion, his actions showed none of it. Muraki's hand moved so slow it seemed to Tsuzuki, it wasn't even moving at all.

And then…it really did stop. Tsuzuki's mouth opened as if to protest when he caught himself. It had felt amazingly good, and now Muraki was stopping? What twisted game was he playing now?

The taller man sat back on the bed and started removing his own clothes, starting with his tie. Tsuzuki stared intently at him and frowned. This had started off embarrassing and was now becoming more and more frustrating.

"What did you do that for?"

Muraki continued to undress himself, seeming not to even notice Tsuzuki's presence. His tie, followed by his button-up shirt found their place on the floor alongside Tsuzuki's pants.

"Just a test to see how your body reacts to me. You see…"

"What?! You idiot! If you touch me there you know my body will…" Tsuzuki started and was interrupted by Muraki's gentle laughter.

"Oh no, Mr. Tsuzuki. Your body is quite extraordinary, but I didn't think that you would sprout wings at my touch or anything that fantastic, as that is what you seem to imply in your accusation. I merely wanted to see how long your body could last. I want this event to be something of worth…to both of us my dear." he said softly, laying a hand flat to Tsuzuki's chest.

Muraki began to remove Tsuzuki's shirt, slowly and carefully, kissing the nape of his neck teasingly.

"And I will make sure," Muraki vowed between several kisses, "no one else." As the final button of Tsuzuki's shirt was unfastened, Muraki tore it away…as well as Tsuzuki's underwear. "No one else will ever touch you this way."

Before Muraki even finished the sentence, he was once more atop Tsuzuki, their bodies still a foot apart, but now Tsuzuki had nothing protecting himself. He was as good as Muraki's now. He looked up at Muraki and gulped nervously as the doctor descended on him, shamelessly forcing Tsuzuki's erection between his own legs. Tsuzuki's eyes widened at the warmth of Muraki's body, a sharp contrast to his frigid hands and lips. Muraki noticed Tsuzuki's shock and smiled down at him.

"I think it would be alright if I did this now."

Before Tsuzuki could say another word, Muraki once more left him wanting more, taking the time to remove his pants and underwear. Tsuzuki's purple eyes shone with wonder at finally witnessing the complete perfection that was Muraki's body. First, he realized how thin Muraki was, and yet, wasn't completely spindly either. His body was…well-toned. And something else he couldn't help from gawking at…

Tsuzuki blushed and turned his head. "Uh…"

"You can look at me in any way you wish, but…I would prefer that you at least looked at me."

"I saw you." Tsuzuki replied quickly, folding his arms protectively across his chest.

"Ah. Well in that case…" Muraki sighed and lied beside Tsuzuki (who still wouldn't look at him).

His head rested on Tsuzuki's shoulder, while a hand found a resting place on Tsuzuki's hip.

"Allow me this…" Muraki whispered seductively, kissing Tsuzuki's cheek.

His kisses moved from Tsuzuki's cheek to his neck, to his shoulder, to his chest, to his stomach…

Tsuzuki's warm flesh was intoxicatingly sweet, as Muraki had expected it to be. Slowly and seductively he wrapped his slender fingers firmly around Tsuzuki's throbbing erection and tasted the tip, smiling up at Tsuzuki deviously. Not wanting to wait for Tsuzuki's response, he brought his mouth down around it, completely devouring Tsuzuki's length. Hearing Tsuzuki's sighs of pleasure, he rubbed his tongue against the shaft, rising from the base to the tip repeatedly.

"Damn you…" Tsuzuki sighed heavily, grabbing a fistful of Muraki's silvery hair.

In silent response, Muraki closed his eyes and continued to rub Tsuzuki's cock with his tongue.

I…won't give in. Not yet. I won't…

Muraki was becoming more and more impatient. He slipped Tsuzuki's cock from his mouth a few inches, licking the tip teasingly and rubbing his testicles with his hand. Using his tongue and now his hands, he moved continually faster, Tsuzuki moaning loudly. Suddenly a warm liquid hit Muraki's tongue and he relented, feeling his beloved's body shiver with pleasure. As Tsuzuki's shaking subsided, Muraki removed Tsuzuki's cock from his mouth and licked the remaining cum off his lips.

"Well Mr. Tsuzuki, I trust you enjoyed that. Even if you deny that, I know your body enjoyed it." Muraki said, licking his fingers.

"Did…you enjoy that?" Tsuzuki asked.

He was still lying on his back on the bed, still breathing heavily. Muraki nodded and lay beside him.

"Of course I enjoyed that, my beloved. Why would I not?" he questioned, leaning his head to the side.

"You actually swallowed all of…"

Muraki nodded. "I'd rather take it myself than have to clean it from my sheets later. Besides, it's not as if it tastes awful."

Tsuzuki couldn't help but smile. "Well, I guess that's good."

This was actually nice. Muraki was being kind to him and…

"I'm glad I wasn't that terrible to you. Now you do something for me." Muraki insisted, smiling sadistically.

His pale hands grabbed Tsuzuki's wrists and forced them above his head. With one hand alone, he was able to keep Tsuzuki's hands in their place as he turned Tsuzuki over to his stomach.

"I've decided for your very first time, this way would be best." Muraki stated.

Tsuzuki was still in a daze from his previous orgasm and couldn't believe Muraki already wanted to continue. However, he'd begun to trust him. He could afford to allow Muraki his pleasure now. Muraki was absolutely pleased that Tsuzuki was no longer fighting his advances and decided he could finally take him. He stretched his arm over to a wooden cabinet beside his bed and pried open a drawer, fishing inside it for something. His hand stopped on a small red jar and he pulled it out, smiling to himself. He sat with his legs neatly folded to his side as he twisted the lid from the jar. A sweet aroma filled the air as he set the lid on the cabinet.

"This oil smells as good as it feels, I promise. Most of this is made from jasmine, I believe. Legend has it that the jasmine is a flower of passion, and those who dream of its delicate blossom will be blessed by the flower's spell." he said, coating his fingers with the contents. Muraki patted Tsuzuki's buttocks and rubbed a small amount along his puckered opening.

Tsuzuki gripped the sheets, bracing himself against the pain to come. However all he felt was the warmth of the oil and a slight twinge of discomfort as Muraki slid in his index finger.

"It's not…so bad…aah…" Tsuzuki sighed as another finger entered him.

Now it was painful. Muraki kept his fingers still for a moment, allowing the pain to subside, rubbing Tsuzuki's buttocks with his free hand.

"I apologize for the pain, Tsuzuki, but you must realize that for this to be good, it must be a little painful. Don't worry, I don't plan to make you bleed or anything, but…ah good. I think you're used to it now." Muraki said, moving his fingers within Tsuzuki a little.

It still hurt, but now the feeling of pain was slowly changing to that of pleasure. He knew that Muraki had touched…something inside of him and was now rubbing against it, sending shivers throughout Tsuzuki's entire body.

"There. How is that now, koibito?" Muraki asked, continuing to stroke Tsuzuki.

"Better…I guess." Tsuzuki murmured quietly.

"That's wonderful…just wonderful."

Tsuzuki sighed in relief as Muraki removed his fingers.

"This will still hurt a bit, Tsuzuki. I'm going to go ahead and…" Muraki said, aligning himself with Tsuzuki's body.

Tsuzuki shut his eyes tightly and grabbed a nearby pillow to brace against what was to come. Muraki couldn't help but laugh.

"Mr. Tsuzuki, may I remind you this is just sex, not a colonoscopy." he teased.

Sure that's easy for him to say; he's not the one on the bottom.

Muraki gently pushed himself inward, slowing at signs of Tsuzuki's discomfort but never stopping. After it seemed his beloved's pain had subsided, he gently rocked within him, kissing wherever he could find to kiss. Then Tsuzuki started to feel it again: the pleasure spot that Muraki had found earlier. Now, it was starting to feel good. Muraki started thrusting harder and more frequently, sending shocks throughout Tsuzuki's body. Muraki couldn't have been happier with what was happening.

This is Tsuzuki. This is my Tsuzuki. Mine.

With every thought, he pounded against Tsuzuki's trembling body, nearing release.

I love you, but after this, we must die together. Do not hate me for this. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Muraki fell forward onto Tsuzuki as he climaxed, sweat shining on his forehead.

"I…I love you Tsuzuki." Muraki confessed, breathing heavily.

Tsuzuki turned onto his back and pulled Muraki close to him. "That…wasn't so bad."

Muraki nodded and nuzzled Tsuzuki's neck lovingly, nipping his ear.

"No it wasn't. But we'll have to work on your stamina."

Finally, I'm done with this chapter!!!! cheers It took forever because my laptop was taken in for repairs and such for the winter, so I had to use my home computer and my time on that is somewhat limited. But I did it! I'm not too happy with the lemon, but it's my first published lemon so…yeah. The next chapter I promise won't take so long to do, I've already got it pretty much planned. Thanks guys for waiting!