Tsuzuki's lecherous voice--you know that kind of voice that just want Muraki to do all sorts of dirty things to his body.
/inner thoughts/
Chapter 3: I'm so into you
I finally arrived at my apartment. After helping Youka with her sink, I crawled into the living room and sat stiffly on the couch. I was still hard. No thanks to Youka. She is a secretary for the accountant department. She was killed in a car accident when it went over a cliff at the age of twenty-five. The woman, however, was a flirt. All the time I was under her sink. She kept caressing my thighs. Telling me, how lonely she is living in her apartment alone. Damn her for making me think of you. Every touch she made I thought of you. The chilly air had calm my arousal making it bearable. But that horny bitch just stroke the flames. Dammit, I close my eyes and all I see is your face. A warmth like I've never felt before pools into the pit of my stomach to flow down to my groin. Thinking about you has made my pants very uncomfortable.
"The hell with it," I growled in anger. I quickly took off my pants tossing them to the floor. I rip open my shirt and latch my fingers onto my left nipple. I tug on it as I began to stroke my stiff length. I close my eyes and let my mind drift back to your apartment. I can still fill your lips against mine, soft and caressing. I imagine that it is your fingers tugging on my sensitive nipple. Your hand stroking my aching arousal. Your lips pressed firmly against my own.
My breathing became heavy as a lit sheen of sweat covered my lithe body. I feel your tongue against my lips asking for entrance and then plunging inside to take what you want. Now I wished I had stayed until you had finished me off. I thrust rapidly into my fist. My hand and cock is slick from the precum trickling from the head of my cock. God, I can't take this any more. I wish it were you. . . .Wait a minute did I just think that. Fuck, I don't care anymore. All I want is for this fire to be put out. I am close. So very, close. With one final thrust, my back arches off the couch as I came over my chest, stomach and hand. I collapse back onto the couch letting my breathing calm. I was so tired. I decided to clean myself in the morning. I curled up on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.
xxxxx
I was awakened the next morning by the sound of someone banging against my front door. I sit up in bed. . . Wait, did I go to bed? I stared down at my body and I was wearing a pair of red silk pajama bottom. My stomach and chest was cleaned as well. Was I so exhausted last night that I don't even remember cleaning myself up, and getting into bed? The sudden banging against the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I tumbled out of bed and made my way to the front door. Yanking the door opened, I was greeted by a sour faced Hisoka. The young guardian glared at me in anger.
"You're such a lazy bum," Hisoka started in on me early. "Don't you know what time it is. We have a meeting with Chief Konoe in fifteen minutes."
"Oh shit," I said staring at the clock. The kid was right. We had fifteen minutes to get to the ministry. "Give me a few minutes. Come on inside, while I get ready." I hurried to my bathroom leaving the door open for my partner to enter if he wanted.
xxxxx
Hisoka and I stood in front of Chief Konoe's desk. As usual Tatsumi was there as well looking quite stoic as usual. The sour faced elder ranted on about something. I wasn't paying attention. My thoughts went instead to the night before. /Did I really, wish that Muraki had completed his seduction of me./ I shuddered at the thought. I shied away from what the implications of that meant. But for reasons of its own my body,
traitor that it is, enjoyed your skilled attention. Rats, I need to stop thinking about that night. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I remembered how your kiss seem to sap the strength out of me.
"TSUZUKI!" Chief Konoe yells at me and throws a book at me. "Are you paying attention to me you slacker."
I quickly snap to attention. "Sorry sir, I was just. . . It's nothing." The chief stared at me as though he didn't believe me. Then he sighed and tossed a folder towards the kid and me.
"What's this?" Hisoka asked catching the folder and opening it. The young guardian's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. I reached over and took the folder from the kid. When I saw the picture of you, I think my heart stopped. He was going into a . . . Oh my God, that's the antique doll shop I saw him come out of last night.
"When was this taken?" I asked in a daze.
"Last night," said Tatsumi. I think my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach when I heard that.
"So, he has finally shown himself," I heard Hisoka say in hate. "Good, I was hoping he would resurface soon."
"Actually, Muraki has been in Tokyo for over two months now," said Tatsumi. "We have been keeping him under surveillance all this time."
"But, why didn't . . .?" I began to ask but the chief cuts me off.
"We tell you?" The chief said finishing my question. "Well, we wanted you boys to rest after your battle in the Shikigami's Realm. Anyway, we have been tailing him for quite some time. We have yet to find out where he has been hiding since the fire in Kyoto."
"Why would you want to know that?" I asked the chief finally taking my eyes away from the photograph.
"Well, if he should disappear again. We will know where to look," said Tatsumi pushing his glasses back on his nose. "He disappeared so thoroughly until this day, we still have no ideal where he has been hiding."
"So, for the past two months I had been using a few of the trainee guardians to tail him," the chief told us. "But the trainees need to get back to their duties. Since Muraki is held up in your district Tsuzuki. I'm putting you and Hisoka in charge of keeping an eye on him. So far,
he has done nothing but work, go to dinner or go out to the theater."
"Watch him!" Hisoka shrieked in rage. "After what that bastard did to me and to Tsuzuki why are we just watching him, dammit. We should be knocking down his door and dragging his fucking ass in to be judged."
"I'm not going to try and say I know how you feel," Tatsumi said gently. "But your orders come from the King of Hades himself."
Both Hisoka and I stared at Tatsumi in shocked disbelief. The King of Hades! He wanted us to only, watch Muraki. I began to wonder why. This same man has done countless offences to the departed souls. "Why would the King of Hades not want us to capture Muraki"
I had to ask.
Tatsumi shrugged his shoulders. Chief Konoe spoke up. "Ours is not to reason why. . . If the King himself says to do nothing. We do nothing. Do I make myself clear, Kurosaki." The chief glared at my young partner. "I do not want a repeat of what happen in Kyoto. You two may not be so lucky next time."
"Also Tsuzuki, the King has activated Rule 32. When the time comes, we expect you and Kurosaki to do your job," said the chief. To say the least, I was taken aback. Rule 32. This was the first time, as far as I know, that this rule has been used.
"Yes sir, we understand," I said sounding rather pathetic as I remembered how I snapped when Suzaku came without me calling it to kill the poor girl you was controlling. "It will never happen again." My resolve to bring you in was reestablished. I will not let you distract me again. Next time, I will bring you in and you shall answer for each and every crime you've committed against an innocent soul.
I saw a light reflect in the eyes of the chief. I wondered what it could be when a cup arched through the air and struck the side of my head. "Get to work, you slacker!" The chief yelled at me. I immediately scrambled out of the room with Hisoka behind me.
The kid walked behind me deep in thought. I can just imagine what Hisoka is thinking.
'Muraki is alive. Now's my chance to kill him.' You truly are a silly little boy if you think you can stop someone like the doctor. I could probably stop you but do I truly want to do that. I shake my head in annoyance and scowl. Of course, I want to stop you. You are a bane in my existence. Suddenly, an image of you leaning over me smiling pops into my head and I come to a startled halt. The kid was so wrapped up in what he was thinking. He crashed into me.
"Hey idiot, warn someone when you are going to stop," the kid started his tirade of insults. What happened next not only shocked him but me as well. I had finally had enough of his sass. I turned to him with hard amethyst eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Maybe if you weren't having wet dreams about the many ways to kill Muraki. You would have noticed me when I stopped."
That did it. Hisoka just stared at me with his mouth hanging open in utter shock. /What's the matter? Didn't think I had the balls to get angry./ I smirked at the expression on his face. That shut the smart mouth brat up finally. I turned on my heels and went back to my desk.
xxxxx
The good thing about it was Hisoka didn't open his mouth the remainder of the day we were in the ministry. The bad thing is. His silence didn't last long. Once we went to watch Muraki's pent house. The brat started in again. I really don't like arguing so I decided we would split up. Hisoka would watch the front of the building and I would watch the back. I chose the back because the wind wasn't as bad in the alleyway. Also, I didn't bring my coat with me. Maybe I am an idiot. I left one coat in Muraki's apartment and forgot to bring my other coat because I was late for work. Oh well, no one ever said the life of a guardian of death was easy.
I shoved my hands into my jacket and hunched my shoulders trying to keep the wind off when you appeared beside me. I yelp clutching my hand over my heart. I took in several breaths before I finally spoke. "Dammit Muraki, why can't you just walk out of a building normally. You nearly gave me a heart attack." I calmed my breathing and stared at you. You wore a big stupid grin on your face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." You said lying not too convincingly. "But I figured you would be cold out here. So, I brought your coat." You pulled my trench coat out from behind you. I grabbed it and put it on. I sighed as I slipped my arms into the sleeves. I felt like melting away. The inside of my coat was still warm.
"So tell me, how long are you and the others going to keep watching me?" You asked cocking one brow. I was shocked to say the least. But then, this is you. I should have known you would know.
"Until we are told otherwise." Shit, why did I tell you that? I turned away to glare at the ground. Sighing I turned to face you. Probably wouldn't matter anyway. You always have a way of finding things out.
"I see." I watch you as you shove your hands into the pockets of your coat. I shuddered remembering how those same hands explored nearly every inch of my body. My gaze move up your stomach over your chest to rest upon your mouth. God, what I would give to taste them again.
"Ack!" I squeak. I must be losing my mind.
"Something wrong?" You ask. I just shook my head. I don't know how you do it but I am against the wall with your lips inches away from mine. Your breath was warm against my lips. It was such an intoxicating feeling. Your hand caressed and stroked my side. Your fingers closed around my left nipple. I moaned as your fingers pinched and tugged at the aching peak through my shirt. Damn it all, why don't you hurry up and kiss me. When he did kiss me, I could see stars bursting in front of my dazed eyes. This felt so good. It just couldn't be wrong. Then you moved your mouth down to my neck and latched your teeth onto the flesh. I couldn't help it. I lost control. I began rubbing my stiffening arousal against yours. Oh God, you were so hard. I shivered in animalistic want. I wanted you to touch me everywhere. But to my dismay, you pulled away.
I didn't want you to stop. I shamelessly reached for you. You grabbed my hands and kissed them both. I shivered at the warm contact. I know you felt it. The smile on your face told me that.
"I will not take you out here in the alley like some common whore. I want to be inside my apartment. Besides, you are not ready, yet." You told me smiling warmly. That smile nearly undid me as I thought to fall to my knees and beg you to put the fire out you ignited. "When you are ready and truly want this. I shall be waiting." You reached into your pocket pulling out a plastic key card and placed it in my coat pocket. "Until then, I shall give you a taste of what to expect when you come to me." You fell to your knees and unzipped my pants. You pulled my arousal out of its confines and ran your tongue on the underside of it. I threw my head back and moaned. Your tongue moved back and forth along its length. I bumped my head against the wall as your mouth closed around my cock. My hands came up and latched into your hair. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. A fire pools in the pit of my stomach moving down into my groin. I felt myself become unbearably hard in your mouth. I looked down at you and nearly came at the sight of your hungry mouth swallowing me whole. I could no longer take it. I began thrusting in and out of your mouth. I was so close to release and you must have realized it as well as you let my cock slip deep into your throat. Feeling your throat close around my cock was the final straw. I exploded in your throat. I leaned boneless against the wall as I calmed my heavy breathing.
I watched dazedly as you took a handkerchief from your pocket, clean my limp cock and put it back into my pants. You got to your feet and leaned towards me. Your lips closed over mine possessively. I could taste myself in your mouth. You pulled away and I licked my lips.
"Only a glimpse of paradise, Mr. Tsuzuki," you said smiling at me. "When you come to me and you will, I shall lead you into heaven. Until then, good night, Mr. Tsuzuki." I watched as you walked away.
Idiot, don't just stand there. Go after him, a lustful voice in my head said. Just imagine the pleasure he could give you. Just thinking about what those skillful hands and talented mouth could do is making me wet.
/I can't. I don't want this. It's wrong. What I just let him do was wrong./ I told the sex crazed voice in my head.
You're a fool. Finally, you have found someone to pluck your cherry and you are too afraid to accept the truth. The lustful voice said disgusted with me.
/And what is the truth/
I'm not going to tell you, Mr. Virgin. If you can't figure out the truth. You don't deserve Muraki
or anyone for that matter. Idiot, whoever heard of a ninety-seven year old virgin?
/Shut up/ I told the voice in my head blushing. I stood there for a few second and then walked out of the alley to find Hisoka. I was tired and wanted to go home.