FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR BODY by clueless_psycho

It’s getting dark already and more and more people were leaving the park. Soon, there was nobody but him, sitting in front of the closed rest house. The wind had also grown colder and the little resthouse provided not enough barrier from the icy needles of air. But then, maybe it was just his feeling, feeling empty from being left alone in the vast landscape and feeling anxious for waiting without knowing exactly what he was waiting for that his skin shivered more and more as the minute hand of his watch ticking. Uneasiness grew heavier inside his stomach, but his heart raced faster and faster. Thousands of thoughts swirled inside his head, half of them telling him what a fool he made himself to become. The other half convinced him that if he did not at least give it a try, he might regret it in the future.

He knew that he had regretted it already.

Tsuzuki pulled his coat closer to his body, an attempt to warm his body up a bit.

Then he heard that voice. “Tsuzuki san.”

With that simple greeting from a deep, throaty, voice, he felt as if his world turned into a frozen hell. So, it’s true, Muraki was still alive. Like he did, the psycho doctor survived the Touda’s great fire that swallowed the whole complex of Kyoto University several months ago.

And now he was going to have a negotiation with the devil.

“May I sit here?” Muraki asked, pointing the empty space in the bench next to Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki nodded, still refusing to look at the psycho doctor who’d been his biggest enemy for the last couple of months. The one person in the world he despised the most. He felt even colder.

Muraki fished out a pack of cigarette from his coat pocket and lit one stick without asking permission. “So, what is it you want to talk to me about?” he asked after letting out a few puffs.

Tsuzuki steeled himself. He had come this far, he did not want to turn back and run know. “I want to make a trade with you.”

Tilting his head, Muraki lifted an eyebrow, showing an expression as if he did not believe a word Tsuzuki had said. “And what kind of trade are we talking about here?”

“Hisoka’s curse.”

That drew a chuckle from Muraki. “What about that boy’s curse?”

“I want you to release him from the curse, whatever it is.”

Muraki let out a sigh and dropped his cigarette butt on the floor. Grounded it with the toe of his shoes.

He turned to see Tsuzuki, his lips twitched into a broad smile. “Such a caring and gentle person you are, Tsuzuki san,” he lifted one hand to touch Tsuzuki’s cheek, but the shinigami swatted the hand away. He gave Tsuzuki a mocking grin. “I thought we’re negotiating here.”

Tsuzuki stiffened, wanting to just chicken out and run away. But instead, he let Muraki take his chin in gloved fingers and gently turned his face to see the doctor. “Now, how do you want the trade? What do you want to trade the curse in with?”

Tsuzuki batted his eyelashes as he stared into the good eye of Muraki, the only one seen actually. Something clogged his throat, so his voice came out as a soft whisper when he said, “Anything.”

Again, Muraki raised the brow of his visible eye. “I’m sorry?”

“Anything.” Tsuzuki wanted to bite his tongue until they were bleeding and prevented him from talking more.

Muraki smiled. “As in…,” fingers touching Tsuzuki’s lips, “anything?”

Tsuzuki nodded, not trusting his tongue to do the talking anymore.

“You can’t afford it.”

“Show me.”

Muraki tilted his head, amusement flickered in his eye. “You sound very determined. Are you sure you can handle the consequences?”

“Do you think I would come this far if I didn’t know the consequences already?” Tsuzuki pulled his head back to release his chin from Muraki’s fingers.

Muraki made a tsk sound with his tongue. “Playing tough, aren’t we?”

Leaning back on the wall behind him, Muraki plucked another cigarette out of the pack and lit. “You know…” He gazed over the beautiful landscape. “I didn’t really want to trade the boy in with anything. He’s my doll, my puppet, my toy, it’s kind of fun to have him to play with.”

Tsuzuki almost growled at the lay-back attitude of his enemy. Muraki must have sensed his anger because he gave Tsuzuki a sidelong glanced through the curtain of smoke.

“But…,” Muraki continued, “considering your offer, how can I resist you? However, since it is clear that you have no idea what kind of consequences you’re going to take, I’ll be gentle to you. Which part of the curse you want me to get rid of first?”

That made Tsuzuki stared at him in wonder. “Which part? What do you mean which part? I want the entire curse eliminated!”

Muraki leaned forward and Tsuzuki had to jerk back to maintain a few inches between their noses.

“You.can.afford.it,” Muraki said. His voice sounded serious, although his lips again twitched into a little smirk. “And you’d better believe it. It’s one of my masterpiece, I can’t just simply chant a few words to make it disappear. I have to unweave it one by one.”

“No!” Tsuzuki blurted.

“Say,” Muraki blew a ring of smoke in front of Tsuzuki’s eyes. “Let’s give it a little try, okay? And if you think you can handle it, we’ll continue. I’ll have you for tonight, this night only and tomorrow night, you shall see how much you are able to trade in with that.”

“That’s not fair! That’s outrageous!”

Pulling his face back but keeping his gaze on Tsuzuki, Muraki said, ”I’m not the one leaving a message at Ko Kaki Rou to meet my enemy.” He stood up.

Tsuzuki balled his fist so tight, his knuckles turned white. Anger overwhelmed him, but he couldn’t make whether it was anger towards himself or towards Muraki or towards the fate.

But then, how bad things could happen to him? He was dead afterall.


“Okay,” he blurted.

Smiling, Muraki let smoke drifted from his mouth without even taking the cigarette off his lips.

* * * * * * * *

Tsuzuki could not even start by admiring the elegant room. As his eyes scanned the room wearily, he only thought that it should be beautiful, since it was a suite room of a five star hotel. So very like Muraki, although he wouldn’t start to wonder why Muraki even chose the expensive room. For all he cared, they could just do it in the back of Muraki’s car.

“Only the best for you,” Muraki whispered in his ear, hugging Tsuzuki from behind. Tsuzuki stiffened at the deliberation Muraki took. “Besides, I want to make it as comfortable as possible for both of us.” Muraki ended his words by gently nibbling on Tsuzuki’s earlobe.

Tsuzuki shuddered and tried to shift his head a bit. It was disgusting, he wanted to snort under his breath. It was disgusting because Muraki’s lips on his skin made him feel… nice.

Muraki was purring, sounded perfectly content with the whole situation. He kept on nibbling, holding Tsuzuki so close to his chest, as if oblivious from the way Tsuzuki shuddered harder and harder in his arms.

“I…,” Tsuzuki bit his lower lips, not sure whether he should even say the words. But he could not stand this anymore. Another second of letting Muraki’s lips brushing his earlobe, he would be on his knees begging to be ravished.

He hated already the way Muraki made him feel so good.

He bit his lower lip harder when Muraki started to rock their hips together ever so slowly.

Maybe the whole deal was not a good idea afterall.

“Why don’t we get to the bed and get over this with quickly?” Muraki offered softly, brushing his lips along the back of Tsuzuki’s neck. “I feel you won’t be able to stand this any longer.”

It was just a miracle that Tsuzuki did not mewl at the touch. He only nodded and Muraki broke the hug.

They stood face to face by the bed, taking their respective clothes off. Tsuzuki kept his gaze down, fully aware that Muraki stared at the top of his head. He could feel amusement radiated from Muraki’s skin, he could feel the heat and the lust and he shivered at the sight of Muraki’s pale skin came into view bits by bits.

And Muraki’s navel looked utterly delicious.

It was when Muraki dropped his pants that he lifted his head and fixated his eyes on the door over Muraki’s shoulder.

“Shy, aren’t we?” Muraki smiled, lifting fingers to stroke Tsuzuki’s cheeks. “That’s why I love you so much.”

Tsuzuki swatted Muraki’s hand away and proceeded to climb up to the bed, shifting the thick blanket aside. He also shifted the pillows and put himself on a comfortable position on his back.

Muraki climbed on top of him and he shut his eyes, blanking his mind.

“Don’t wanna see me fucking you?” Muraki teased as his hand pushed Tsuzuki’s legs further apart a bit. Tsuzuki opened his eyes, staring at the silver eyes sternly. Smiling in victory, Muraki braced his elbows and lowered himself, pressing his groin on Tsuzuki’s. Tsuzuki made an effort not to sigh or gasp.

This shouldn’t feel good so quickly like this.

But he gasped anyway when Muraki moved to rub their sexes together, his name escaped the pale pink lips in breathy tone that sounded so… arousing. “Tsuzuki-sahhh…”

Oh god, but this is wrong, Tsuzuki wanted to scream. How come a single word could create sparks all over his skin that felt so damn good, waking up passion inside him.

He shifted his hips a bit. Not sure whether he intended to run away from Muraki’s gesture or to make himself more comfortable.

Muraki stopped. He stared down at Tsuzuki for some seconds, then he moved to lie on Tsuzuki’s side, tugging Tsuzuki’s arm. “C’mon, get on top of me.”

And like a fool, Tsuzuki took Muraki’s advice, sitting on him. Muraki brushed back the bangs that covered Tsuzuki’s face and tucked them behind his ear. “More comfortable?”

Tsuzuki nodded. Indeed it was. Muraki’s erection felt even better beneath him.

“I like this already,” Muraki reached out to put the head of Tsuzuki’s erection between two fingers. Tsuzuki looked down in awe. Surely he was not… that hard already? Almost unconsciously, he watched as Muraki rubbed his thumbed across the little slit slowly, up and down, up and down. Only when he felt his lips hurt too much as his teeth dug deeper into the soft flesh that he realized what he was doing.

He lifted his eyes, his face felt warm, his crotch felt hot, his cock thicker.

Muraki smiled at him.

Releasing the erection, he pulled Tsuzuki to lean over him, bracing with his arms on both sides of Muraki’s head.

“Let’s make you relax a bit,” Muraki whispered, tugging Tsuzuki’s neck down to press his lips on the sensitive place above the carotid artery.

That was not so bad but when Muraki went down to close his mouth around one nipple and sucked hard, Tsuzuki whimpered. He instantly trembled, his arms weakened and he almost fell on Muraki.

Very well aware of the reaction he caused, Muraki sucked harder and teased with the tip of his tongue, fingertip toyed with the other one. Soon Tsuzuki was out of breath, out of mind and was fighting hard not to moan. Muraki ran one palm along Tsuzuki’s back slowly, down, down, down and gave Tsuzuki’s round as an affectionate squeeze before slipping his fingers between the perky butt. When fingers started to tease and probe the tight ring muscle between his butt, Tsuzuki jerked up a bit and grabbed Muraki’s head.

“Sssshhh, it’s okay. It will get better soon,” Muraki murmured and Tsuzuki hissed at the lost of pleasure of his nipples being toyed with.

Still Tsuzuki gripped Muraki’s hair tightly as slicked finger pushed inside him. Using one hand on perky ass to push Tsuzuki up a bit, Muraki probed deeper and slipped another finger to join.

Holding on his arms, Tsuzuki moaned when Muraki rubbed his fingertip across his sweet spot. He flexed his hips and the muscle relaxed.

And he was suddenly aware that Muraki was hard beneath him.

And he did not want the fingers anymore. He wanted the cock deep inside him, as far as it could go.

And he wanted it now.

He made to move but Muraki held him in place with one arm. The fingers had come out of his body and Tsuzuki could only imagine what Muraki’s still doing with his hand between his legs. From the way Muraki’s breath was getting heavier, Tsuzuki suspected that Muraki was preparing himself. He reached back to touch Muraki’s cock, but Muraki’s gel covered finger met him halfway.

“I’ll have you eat it all you want if you so want it later,” Muraki murmured in his ear. “But right now, just enjoy yourself.”

He was not sure if that was supposed to mean that he had lost the battle.

Muraki helped him sit up, pushing his cock in as Tsuzuki lowered himself. Tsuzuki winced at the penetration but managed to keep any sound from escaping his throat. Yet he couldn’t get his brain to remind him that he so did not want this, especially because it was so good to feel stretched and filled like this.

When Tsuzuki was calmer, Muraki shifted him about, bending his legs up and spread them enough for Tsuzuki to lean back on.

Then he started to move.

“Mu… Aaaaaa…,” Tsuzuki cried out loud as his sweet spot was hit by something thicker and hotter than two fingers. He tossed his head back, arching sharply as strong current of pleasure swept inside him, panting, “Ahhh… hhhh… oh yes…”

Muraki stopped. Reached out with his hands to cup Tsuzuki’s face.

“Lovely.” He smiled. “Mine.”

Tsuzuki couldn’t agree otherwise.

“Tell me when you’re ready and I will move again,” Muraki said, running a thumb across Tsuzuki’s lower lips.

Surely he doesn’t have to be so sweet like that, right? Tsuzuki sighed. “I’m ready,” he whispered.

Muraki moved again and this time, Tsuzuki let himself being dragged down to the bottom of the sea of lust and passion without so much of a struggle. He did not care anymore whatever sound escaping his lips. He didn’t try anymore to deafen his ear from hearing Muraki moaning his name with every move for every name uttered in that deep but husky voice only put the need inside him into bigger flame.

Somewhere along the way, he pulled Muraki to sit up so he could ravish the doctor’s neck, skin and sweat, tongue and teeth and salive, and got his cock pumped in return.

Somewhere along the way, he slammed his back flat on the soft mattress and lifted his legs higher up to let Muraki thrust deeper inside him, if that’s still possible. Letting his body to move in the perfect rhythm with Muraki, allowing himself the richness of Muraki’s lips and tongue, letting himself to be greedy.

And when orgasm ripped through them at the same time, somehow he managed to keep Muraki’s tongue between his lips to keep himself from moaning his enemy’s name.

Or maybe to prevent himself from hearing his name moaned by his enemy.

Because it felt so good, yet in what was left of his conscience, he still thought it was wrong to have this deal.

He wrapped his legs tighter around Muraki as they both calmed down.

“That boy is very lucky to have you as his partner.” Smoothing Tsuzuki’s damp hair with his palm, Muraki whispered quietly.

* * * * * * * *

~end~