Title: Tomorrow
Rating:
R
Realm:
Yami no Matsuei – Descendants of Darkness
Pairing:
Muraki/Tsuzuki
Genre:
Drama/Angst
Warnings:
Non-con, slash
Word-count: 300
Summary:
What if Hisoka had never come and saved Tsuzuki from that game of
cards against Muraki? Muraki-Tsuzuki – slash, non-con, oneshot
Notes:
I sat and watched the show earlier this evening and wrote this after
it. This is slash – rather strong folks, so if you don't like it
then don't read it. Thank you. Yes, I know – another very short
story. I'm sorry, I'll try to write something longer.
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In the beginning it hurt, a burning fire that to rip me in two. The pain bringing tears from my eyes, body tensing up to try to fight it – push it away. It only hurts more as I fight it, and the fingernails that dig into my hips to keep me from moving forces me to be still. Yet I cannot help but crying out in pain, that excruciating pain that gradually shifts, forcing me to feel something I don't want to feel. Against my will little white stars burst inside my retinas as that bundle of nerves is nudged, my back arches towards it, needing more of it.
The moment the pleasure evaporates I remember the pain, what's happening, and I once again force myself not to move, not to make the whimpering sounds of mixed pain and pleasure. The humiliation of it all, how a simple game of cards turned into this… it's unbelievable. I know that he's been considerate enough of me, trying to coax me into this gradually, and I admit – even grudgingly, that I haven't found all of this unpleasant. However, this is wrong! I don't want this – not like this!
Gasping for air I clutch the sheets as another wave of pleasure rush through me, feeling how my resolve slowly starts crumbling. Another move and another wave of pleasure, coming so close to one another that I feel that final barrier succumb and give in to it.
Tonight I'll forget who it is that claims my body, and in the morning I'll go back to hunting him, stopping him from hurting more innocent people.
Tomorrow I will forget whose name I cried as it all became too much, whose chest I fell asleep against, and definitely forget the peace I felt at that moment.
Tomorrow.