Yami no Matsuei
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"How...I love you...Asato...my beloved..."
Tsuzuki shivered as Muraki kissed his cheek then nibbled his soft ear. The day had passed quickly and now, in their room on the wide bed, the beautiful evening sky as their backdrop, the brunet sat in his husband's lap, Muraki whispering tender endearments.
Pressing open-mouthed kisses against Tsuzuki's neck, Muraki slid his hands up the brunet's bare back.
Closing his eyes, he bit his lip, his mind swirling at the thoughts that arose in his mind. He did his best to keep them at bay, but soon it was too much for Tsuzuki and before he could stop himself, he let out a small sob.
Muraki lifted his head, diamond eyes scanning his husband's anguished face, hands gripping Tsuzuki's upper arms.
"Asato, what is it? What's happened?"
Shaking his dark head, Tsuzuki bit his lip harder to keep it from trembling. "I'm...I'm all right."
Lifting his hand, the silver blond cupped his husband's cheek and noticed the tear at the corner of a violet eye. Muraki's heart rate went up, panic setting in.
What had happened?
"What is it?" he asked again, his voice soothing despite his growing fear. "Why these tears? Tell me, please."
"I'm just...I'm just...so..." Tsuzuki swallowed, gathering his thoughts and cursing himself for being so emotional at such a time.
"Have I upset you?"
"No!" Tsuzuki shook his head rapidly. He threw his arms around his husband. "It's not you! Honest! I'm just...happy! I know it doesn't make sense that...that I feel this way and...this trip has been so wonderful so far...and I AM happy! I...I was just thinking how...how lucky I am...*sob*...and what if...if we hadn't ...met when we did...what if...I didn't give you a chance and hadn't met you...that night...at the sakura lane...and...and *sob*!"
Muraki hugged the brunet, hands sure and comforting.
"So many 'what-ifs.' But we DID meet, Asato," he replied softly. "We are here. Now. Married and bonded. Forever. Nothing can change that. Please, beloved. Don't think of the past. Stay with me in the present."
Tsuzuki sniffled and pulled himself away a bit to look at the silver blond. "You're right. Yes. I just felt...pretty overwhelmed," he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I...I ruined the mood, ne?"
"No, no, no. Of course not. Not at all," Muraki reassured, brushing his fingers against Tsuzuki's wet cheeks. "You needed to let it out. Always tell me what is bothering you, my beloved. Always."
"I will, Kazutaka. I will. I promise," Tsuzuki hugged his husband. "Always."
Tsuzuki didn't think it could get any better. But he was proved wrong yet again. This morning, Muraki informed him he was going to be pampered in the downstairs spa.
"But, Kazutaka. Aren't you coming with me?"
"This time is for you, beloved. Have a wonderful and relaxing time. Afterwards, you'll find more surprises awaiting you in our room." Muraki kissed his husband good-bye. "I'll be counting the hours until I see you again."
Tsuzuki blushed.
It was to be a day of all kinds of treats. Therapeutic oil massage for the body; a hair and scalp deep conditioning treatment; hand and foot bubble spa and massage followed with manicure and pedicure; a facial massage with lemongrass steam and something called "hot stone kneads."
Entering the double glass spa doors, the brunet was greeted by a smiling male attendant. In a matter of minutes, Tsuzuki was reclining in a buttery soft leather chair, donning a thick white terry robe and sipping a cup of jasmine tea.
"Are you ready, Muraki-san?"
Tsuzuki nodded, a thrill running through him at being called by his married name.
"Then follow me, please."
Tsuzuki was in absolute and total bliss. Lying on his stomach, the sure, strong hands kneaded, rubbed, and manipulated the brunet's shoulders, back, arms and legs. Soft music, room lit by candlelight, and the scent of lavender had Tsuzuki feeling heavenly and his limbs noodly. The warm oil only enhanced the experience, the massage gliding effortlessly along his skin.
"If you feel the need to sleep, Muraki-san, please do so," the male attendant advised softly, continuing his therapy.
Tsuzuki followed the young man's advice and did just that.
Smiling and floating on air, Tsuzuki opened the door to their suite. The afternoon went by so quickly given the number of treatments he enjoyed. But it was so wonderful. He couldn't wait to tell Muraki how much he loved it.
"Kazutaka!" He walked to the living area finding it empty and then bedroom.
"Kazutaka?"
Approaching the bed, he saw a large bouquet of deep red roses. Tsuzuki picked them up and inhaled their perfume. A note caught his eye. Reading it, a wide smile spread over his face.
"Beloved, look in the wardrobe for your evening attire. I will pick you up at 7:00. I cannot wait to see you. All my love, K."
Tsuzuki hurried to the wardrobe opening the door. A garment bag hung inside. Taking it to the bed, he unzipped it and pulled out a beautiful black tux. Everything needed for an elegant night out.
"Wow," he whispered.
All decked out, Tsuzuki put the final touch to his appearance. A red rose in his lapel. He couldn't help the blush as he assessed himself in the full-length mirror. He had to admit he looked pretty good. His dark hair was soft and glossy thanks to the deep condition, his nails were neat and buffed, his pores were cleansed and his muscles were humming.
Grinning, Tsuzuki again checked the clock for the fiftieth time. Another minute and his husband would be...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
He's here!
Suddenly nervous, Tsuzuki walked to the door, hand on the knob and took a deep breath. Opening it wide, the brunet took in a sharp breath.
"Kazutaka..."
Muraki, also dressed in a black tux, looked positively divine to those violet eyes. The slightly mussed silver hair shone, the broad shoulders filled out the jacket quite nicely, silver eyes twinkling, and that heart-stopping smile.
Violets shimmered.
Muraki was equally dazzled by the sight of his beautiful mate and he couldn't wait any longer having been separated for practically a whole day. He reached for the brunet and kissed him which Tsuzuki responded quite eagerly. Breaking up for air, Muraki nuzzled the brunet's hair and temple.
"Your hair is so silky, beloved. I am quite happy you are in my arms again...I could think of nothing else..."
Tsuzuki kissed the silver blond's cheek and neck, pleased with the compliments. "I loved my time at the spa, Kazutaka. Thank you. And I thought about you too."
"You look beautiful. Now, let us tempt your appetite with a meal fit for royalty," Muraki escorted Tsuzuki out the door. "All sorts of delicacies and dishes to satisfy even the most finickiest of palates."
Tsuzuki laughed.
"Lead the way, Kazutaka! I'm open for anything!"
"Kazutaka? What is that?"
"Hmm? What is what, Asato?"
"That sound. It sounds like... Do I hear music, Kazutaka?"
"Music? Well, shall we find out, beloved?"
Tsuzuki arched a brow at that since Muraki seemed to know exactly what it was. But he squeezed the hand that held his and followed his husband to the source, very intrigued.
Tsuzuki stole a glance at Muraki and his heart flip-flopped. The silver blond looked so elegant and sophisticated. Even more so with his usual trademark glasses off. That beautiful face was more open and in a way, vulnerable.
Muraki turned to look at the brunet and brought Tsuzuki's hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles and bringing a blush to Tsuzuki's cheeks.
Approaching the main deck, Tsuzuki definitely heard instrumental music. It was the main deck that Muraki led them to. And on this night, it would turned into a romantic wonder. White lights were hung along the various greenery dotting the deck.
"Wow."
As they walked closer, Tsuzuki saw a live orchestra playing on a small stage off to the corner. A violin, bass, piano, and percussionist made up the small band.
"Kazutaka! They're blindfolded!" Indeed, the musicians eyes were covered with black silk but played regardless, fingers gliding over ivory keys and strings.
"That's right, beloved. We can hold hands and kiss without an audience," Muraki explained, pulling out his husband's chair at the table.
Tsuzuki sat down where, again, the various dishes were covered. In a bucket of ice, two bottles of champagne were chilling. Tsuzuki unfolded the cloth napkin and spread it over his lap. Lifting the lids, Muraki presented the promised gourmet meal which had Tsuzuki's stomach rumbling in anticipation.
"Bon appetit, Asato," Muraki announced, smiling.
Tsuzuki dug in. Every once in a while he would turn to watch the musicians play one song after another without any trouble whatsoever despite their blindfolds.
Muraki filled his flute glass. The brunet sipped at the cool beverage, sighing in pleasure.
After the delicious meal, a rich and decadent chocolate mousse with solid gold shavings was served. Spooning it up, the brunet closed his eyes. Smooth and creamy and so choc-lately!
"May I have a taste, beloved?"
Tsuzuki opened his eyes and blushed. He dipped his spoon into the dish, a generous helping. Bringing the spoon up and over to his husband, Muraki licked his lips, slightly opening his mouth. Violet eyes zeroed in on parted lips. The spoon came closer. Silver eyes glittered. Tsuzuki's heart sped up, his head giddy. Muraki waited and then...
The spoon was taken back.
Surprised, silver eyes took in the stain of red on his husband's smooth cheeks.
"Such a tease," he whispered.
Reaching out, he grasped Tsuzuki's wrist and brought the spoon to his lips, licking up the thick mousse. Tsuzuki watched in helpless fascination as Muraki's slowly lapped up the spoon's bowl, then kissing Tsuzuki's slender fingers.
"Kazutaka..."
Muraki sat his chair next to his husband and pulled Tsuzuki into his arms. Kissing tenderly, Tsuzuki's hand fluttered to Muraki's cheek then shoulder to draw himself that much nearer.
Breaking the kiss, Muraki pushed back in his chair and stood up. Holding out his hand, he tilted his head to the floor.
"Dance with me, beloved?"
Tsuzuki stood up, his legs a bit weak. He looked back at the small orchestra. The music was dreamy and romantic, a soft slightly jazzy rendition of "So This is Love."
Under the white lights, moon and stars, the two men gently swayed against each other. Tsuzuki nuzzled his cheek against his husband's, the music weaving its magic.
"So this is love..so this is love...So this is what makes life divine..."
Muraki pressed his lips against his husband's ear, softly singing. Thrilled, Tsuzuki closed his eyes, snuggling deeper into the loving embrace.
"I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm...And now I know...The key to all heaven is mine..."
Muraki's arm was strong around Tsuzuki's waist. He nibbled the brunet's temple, his voice lilting with emotion.
"My heart has wings...Mmmmm...and I can fly...I'll touch e'vry star in the sky..."
Violet eyes shimmered, Tsuzuki turned to gaze at his husband.
"So this is the miracle...that I've been dreaming of...Mmmmm...Mmmmm..."
Muraki leaned in, his voice dropping lower.
"So this is...love..."
Unable to resist, Tsuzuki's arms came around the silver blond's broad shoulder. Tilting his dark head, Tsuzuki's lips smothered Muraki's in a passionate kiss.
The orchestra played on...
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: The lyrics are from the Disney Cinderella movie. Check out the song!
The sea voyage is taking a bit longer than I anticipated. But they're having much fun and it IS their honeymoon! Please review! I appreciate the loyal few who do take time to read and review! Thank you! Until next time! :)