Monozuki – An Idle Curiosity

A Weiss Kreuz/Yami no Matsuei crossover.

By Kelly

Monozuki 8 – Takashi, Kyo and Stephanotis (RE-WORKED)

Warning: Gratuitous sex. A little plotting. But mainly sex. You've been warned.

Kyo slept like the dead.

Limbs arranged just so, his boy would lie in whatever pose sleep had claimed him in, though the trim body would usually be attached to his side or in the infrequent occurrence that Takashi had to wake before him, curled up into a protective little ball, safe from the world. Kyo would barely move throughout the night, making concessions only for Takashi's own, more restless sleeping. But today, with the sun a dim reminder behind closed drapes, with just the faintest hint of cherry blossoms in the air, Kyo slept on his front, arms tucked underneath his pillow, the sheet only covering up to the small hollow of his back with the bed a blank canvas for his naked body.

Propped on one elbow, a small smile curving his lips, Takashi indulged in a habit he seldom had the chance to; enjoying the sight of his love unhindered by work, people or lust overriding his senses.

There was a certain joy, quiet and unassuming, in being able to just watch. Watch, and drink in that pale skin that could never tan, no matter how many hours Kyo spent on the football field when he was mortal and more so now, in the frozen existence of a Shinigami. That very same, creamy soft skin clothed a body forever encased in youth – slender and supple with wiry muscles, muscles that would never blossom into bulk, even if Kyo had the build for it. No, his Kyo was all long, clean and spare lines. A beauty that was almost feminine but utterly male.

His free hand coasted gently over Kyo's bared back, his palm and fingertips keeping just the lightest contact, following the contours of smooth deltoids, unashamedly delighting in that sweet, long, hollow of the boy's – no, a man now, but still his boy and yes, he was quite aware that he was too possessive of his mate, thank you - spine. Even now, years after he left his chosen vocation when he was alive and a human, he had no trouble naming the parts of the body his hand unashamedly roamed. This, this sweet, sweet curve was the thoracic, the resulting dip the lumbar. He named each under his breath, chuckling quietly when the boy he studied so assiduously grumbled in his sleep, burrowing his head under the pillow. Frankly, the other parts of Matsumada Takashi-sensei didn't give a damn about labeling the human anatomy. The other parts of Takashi-sensei were more concerned with facts like how Kyo would squirm most enjoyably should he run his tongue down the curve of his boy's spine, how his boy would beg for more, to don't stop when he would wickedly pause to lap and swirl languorous circles in that small dip just before the buttocks. And oh, how he loved sheathing his hard, throbbing, dripping wet cock into his boy, pushing past the tight ring of muscles, demanding the body beneath him to reciprocate and to submit.

Takashi murmured a soft admonishment; directed to himself. His own body had responded well to his lazily drifting thoughts, was making its demand known, the penis nested in darker, auburn curls stiffening, rising eagerly.

Then again…why not? It was a Sunday after all, and even Tatsumi had relented and called off the weekend search for Muraki that the secretary had originally proposed. After the hectic weeks they had, chasing down those so-called White hunters from one cho to another, they really deserved the break. And what better reward, Takashi thought piously, then having some delectable Kyo-sized snack for breakfast?

So armed with reason and logic, the redhead wasted no time. The blankets were pulled away with a flourish, puddling on the floor in a discarded heap. The loss of what little warmth the minimal cover had given woke Kyo up, a faint murmur of protest as his tousled head emerged from the under the pillow.

"Wha-?"

"Good morning, my love," Takashi murmured, sliding his equally bare body on top, the delight at finding how well their bodies fitted together never failing to send a shiver through him. His appreciation was obvious, his cock swelling almost painfully, sliding between the cleft of Kyo's buttocks eagerly, little dribbles of pre-cum an inadequate lubricant. Kyo's reaction was instantaneous; goosebumps prickled his skin in a visible wave, a decadent moan slipping free before the boy's mind fully woke up. A hiss escaped the former sensei, hips rocking harder, and he pushed the boy further into the mattress. An arm supported most of his weight, while the other brushed tangled, silky locks out of the way, and their kiss was made awkward by their position, Kyo's half-awake state leaving him with little of the skill he possessed when fully aware. Not that Takashi minded it much, when Kyo made those delightful sounds; a breathy gasp, a whimper dying in his throat, his name said with a voice that could and was curling his toes and almost strangling him with the urge to fuck the boy right there and then.

"Takashi…" Damn, he lost his chance to make love to his koi half asleep. Eyes a gaijin's blue glared at him beneath messy bangs, Kyo tilting his head back and to the side uncomfortably, what with his husband and lover pinning him down so. "I was trying to sleep," his partner grumbled, and tried to bump the older man off. It only succeeded in locking their hips together even more securely, the redhead's pleased laugh a deep baritone that sent the blood straight to the younger man's penis – a fact that Takashi was well aware of since he had a hand wrapped securely around it. "Taka-!"

Teeth closed sharply on a smooth shoulder, biting deep, distracting his koibito together with the hand that started stroking the boy's shaft and eliciting a long, drawn out groan that ended in a whine as he carefully guided his dripping penis inside. They had had years together; years to learn and memorise and remember what the other liked and didn't, and could afford to take and could not, and Takashi handled Kyo with all the skills of a familiar lover. He pushed when the darker-haired boy gave that pleased little gasp, desisted when the breath hitched and knuckles turned a shade too white and he allowed for the body beneath him to get used to the invasion, to relax and accept. When he was inside, so deep inside and his koi, so tight and hot around him, Takashi eased his punishing grip, his strokes a hair more languid, allowing Kyo to catch his breath.

"I love you," he murmured, nosing aside the now-sweat dampened hair, setting his teeth delicately into soft skin. He suckled hard, lapping up the beads of blood he drew when the skin broke, chuckling when his lover cursed him in four languages, including the little Makai Kyo knew.

"You…fucked me four times…already last night," Kyo complained, though he didn't exactly made too much of an effort to dislodge his amorous husband. If anything, he cooperated, spreading his legs open a little wider, muscles clenching rhythmically as their bodies moved together in a familiar dance. "Give a guy some rest, sensei."

Laughing, Takashi drew himself up on his knees, lightly spanking the buttocks that rose eagerly into the air with him, so obviously trying not to lose the invader. Not that he gave his koi much choice with his fingers digging in so into Kyo's hips, bodies flushed close together. "Do you really want me to stop, Kyo?" he asked breathlessly, and pushed in so deep and hard that the boy almost struck his head against the headboard, a shout escaping as the bed rocked, hitting the wall.

"Ahh…" Trembling arms supported his weight, as Kyo pushed himself up, panting for breath. He threw his head back, a wild cry that almost drowned out the steady thumping of the headboard against the wall as Takashi picked up the slack. "Gods, no! Yes, r-right…Taka…" Both ignored the furious knocking on the other side of the wall, a neighbour's muffled shouts mere background noise. "Ah! Harder!"

Magic played across their joined bodies as he submitted to his husband's demands, the slap of flesh on flesh a counterpoint against the crackle and snap of powers released from restraints, lifting the ends of their hair, burrowing back deep into sweat-soaked skin. Takashi had no idea who started it, nor did he care. Kyo's magic was as much a part of the older man as was his own, as intimately known as the body he was pounding into so desperately. The rush of power was sweetly addictive, filling his body inside out, spilling out with every sweatdrop, every dribble of cum that slicked Kyo's passage, smoothening the way for him, and it was in every drop of hot liquid that splashed the hand he used to stroke Kyo, him ruthlessly pulling even as he pushed in so hard, Kyo fell back to the bed, shouting mindlessly.

There was a moment of bliss, of pure, raw need that exploded out of every pore and his vision greyed in so clichéd a manner, that a short laugh burst out, even as his seed flooded Kyo's insides. He pushed, again, grunting in satisfaction when he felt the warm liquid ooze out to trickle down the insides of Kyo's thighs. The boy beneath him gave a last, choked cry, and Kyo came all over his hand, hips rocking urgently as Kyo succumbed to his own orgasm, a slave to his body and magic.

Long after their neighbour gave up, and the mess on the sheets had cooled and Takashi's cock had wilted inside of Kyo, the sparks of magic still played, dancing on and on. Kyo watched them lazily through half-lidded eyes, contented and satisfied as a cat after a bowl of cream and warm sunshine. Fucked senseless, it was hard to convince himself to move let alone clean up when it felt good enough to just lie on his side, spooned against his husband, Takashi still buried inside. Far better, Kyo thought dreamily, to do this instead.

An agile tongue lapped the drying cum coating Takashi's hand and Kyo knew his partner was pleased by the way he shifted, pushing a little against him, even more so when he started to suck those long, surgeon's fingers clean.

"Kyo…" Pinpricks of pain blossomed on the side of his neck, right over his jugular, and Kyo fancied he could hear his heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears. The returning bite of the former doctor's fingers he gave was accidental – uncontrolled, undirected magic curled playful tendrils around his body and he could have sworn it actually tweaked his nipples.

"So—" The grin in Takashi's voice was all too obvious, but before suspicion could bloom, he was distracted by the redhead's question. "—Still feel like jumping that blond assassin?"

He released Takashi's fingers with a wet pop, absently hooking a leg over Takashi's hip, allowing the man better access. "Are you jealous?" he accused disbelievingly. The crows' feet at the corner of Takashi's eyes deepened, his amusement rumbling between their bodies and Kyo shifted uncomfortably at the reaction it caused.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Takashi purred, and stole a kiss from his koibito, tongues dueling briefly before the older man relented, nuzzling Kyo affectionately. "I was watching the whole thing after all. You were dancing, turning everyone away but when he came…Ah, koi, you both looked so…good together."

He couldn't answer, not when Takashi was pinching and twisting first one nipple, then the other, until both were sore and red.

"You were the one who…" Kyo had to take a deep breath then, letting it out in a low groan, "—who suggested we roleplay last night, pretend we don't know each other. I can't help it if you were too slow—ow!"

"Brat," was Takashi's affectionate reply. "I should spank you for that."

"You did. Many times."

"True," his husband conceded. "I can always spank you more though."

For a long while, there were no sounds save the rustle of sheets and a quiet laugh, and when the pace slowed down a little, Kyo was content to draw aimless circles on the bedsheets, idly trying to capture an errant spark now and then. "Did you know he was going to be there last night?" he asked sleepily.

"Hmm?" Kyo made a sound of protest when Takashi stopped suckling his shoulder, but desisted when the older man wryly pointed out that it was hard to do that and answer his question. "No, I didn't," Takashi said easily. "A pleasant surprise though. He looks better in real life and leather, than what the surveillance photos showed. And he looked really…really good when he wanted you so badly, koibito."

A bright flash of light dazzled Kyo momentarily – the lazily drifting sparks of magic coalesced, and to Kyo's surprise, followed the path his husband had taken, tickling between his legs and shooting straight inside to hit the same spot Takashi had long marked as the spot to make Kyo squirm and beg ever so nicely.

"Fuck--!" he gasped, his body curving in a tight bow and Takashi, spooned against his back laughed quietly, tightening his hold on the quivering boy. "That…oh gods…Taka, what…what are you doing?" Any coherency that was returning fled away again as desire flooded his insides, scattering away all thoughts that had nothing to do with his husband, or that small spark of magic inside of him, caressing him intimately, even as his husband's penis started to swell. The double sensation drowned him under heavy languor, little mewls escaping his mouth. He tried to reach down to hold himself, but the former sensei had other ideas. An invisible force took hold of his hands, and bemused, Kyo could only watch as they lay docilely on the mattress before him, twitching sporadically.

"Do you like that?" Takashi breathed in his ear, and Kyo's only answer was a stifled, "Ng!" as his body jerked again, that sweet spot attacked mercilessly by magic and cock.

"Taka…" His voice was hoarse, from thirst and desire, and the effect it had on his husband was felt immediately; Kyo forgot what it was he wanted to say when Takashi grunted, and started to rock against him, the older man's pace fast and ungentle. It wasn't long before Takashi grew dissatisfied with the awkward position – Kyo whined in protest when his husband withdrew, but his own displeasure was short-lived as he was easily flipped on to his back, the older man looming over him, a fierce, hungry smile curving his lips. His own was crushed in a bruising kiss, the very breath stolen from him as Takashi plundered his mouth again and again, his hands shackled helplessly above his head by Takashi's and he couldn't do nothing more than to react, body arching off the bed when the older man penetrated him in one, swift move.

The pace the older man set ensured that things ended very quickly, a fact that had Kyo grumbling when he was coherent again, since he was the one who, as Takashi smugly pointed out, lost much earlier than the former sensei did.

"You cheated," he accused half-heartedly, only slightly mollified by the kiss Takashi gave.

"Hey, sweetheart…"

"What?"

Takashi propped himself up on an elbow, a quizzical look on his face. "We never went to that club before last night. Who told you about it?"

"Huh?" Kyo looked up, the towel he was wrapping around his waist hanging forgotten in his hand. "Tsuzuki did."

The redhead frowned and rolled off the bed, muttering a curse when he smeared some of their mess on his legs. "Tsuzuki doesn't go clubbing," he pointed out, ignoring Kyo's mewl of disgust when he used the soiled sheets.

"I don't exactly keep tabs on his hobbies," he pointed out dryly. "All he said was that he heard it was a new club that had good music, and that we might like the people there…"

Husband and husband stared at each other for a long moment, before realization dawned on them both, and they chorused, "Shit."

Naturally, it was then that the doorbell rang, and the few shadows in the room rose like a threatening wave on the walls, its manipulator's ire clearly felt by both Shinigami.

"Aw, crap," Kyo summed up eloquently. "Tatsumi's going to kill us."

A/N: Big change from the original chapter...