by Rina K. Fenderson
5. Break
Violet eyes flashed to him sharply as soon as he entered the door. Muraki smiled. Tsuzuki was beginning to become accustom to his presence, every time he felt it he stretch taunt, every muscle alert and fearful. With a gentle sigh, Muraki ventured into the room and draped his white blazer across the back of a desk chair as he walked up to the bedside. Tsuzuki edged away as Muraki sat down, leaning over Tsuzuki as he loosened and removed his tie.
"Good evening, Tsuzuki. Did you sleep well?" He didn�t speak. Muraki smiled wider, noting his victory. There was no snap of reply this time, the fire in his violet eyes had disappeared, even the color had dulled slightly. He was breaking, bending slowly. Muraki brushed his lips over Tsuzuki�s forehead lightly, as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and the top few buttons of his shirt. Tsuzuki shuttered at the gesture, it was as if Muraki were merely kissing his boyfriend �hello�. As if there was nothing wrong here. As if this was meant to be. He sneered, his upper lip baring his teeth as he attempted to turn from Muraki, but the ropes ties at his wrist hindered his movement to the extent that he could only tilted his body and turn his head away. This only gave Muraki an opening to slide onto the bed with him, leaning over his body and kissing his exposed neck. "Now, Tsuzuki, don�t be moody. Today is a special day," Muraki whispered in his ear, taking his ear lobe between his teeth and sucking slightly. Tsuzuki didn�t react. He wasn�t fighting as much as he had in the past three days and Muraki found that he could administer less and less of the drugs with Tsuzuki�s fading spirit. He was winning. Muraki�s mouth trailed over Tsuzuki�s neck to his chest, his hands sliding down his body, pushing back the sheets to expose Tsuzuki completely. Tsuzuki whined, knowing Muraki�s intention. He pitched slightly, when Muraki�s hand brushed over his length and shuttered at the smile he felt spread across Muraki�s face as his lips were pressed to the hollow of his throat. The pale-skinned male was now completely on top on him, coaxing him on, but not receiving as eager a reaction as he had the few times before. "Let go, Tsuzuki," he whispered, removing his hand from Tsuzuki�s body and slipping off his own shirt. His warm bare skin against Tsuzuki�s only made the dark haired man feel colder. He shivered as his head rocked back, Muraki�s body shifted against his. "You will be mine completely today, every inch of you." At his words his hands slowly ran down Tsuzuki�s body, lingering over sensitive areas and defined muscles. Tsuzuki swallowed. He was listening, but he felt his throat mute and his body frozen, that was until he felt Muraki shift himself between his legs, now naked and leaning over him. Tsuzuki�s violet eyes widened and his tossed his body to the side in understanding. No, no he couldn�t let Muraki have him like that. His arms thrashed against the ropes making the head bar creak. Muraki�s hand when to his arms, trying to soothe his violence. "Hush, hush, Tsuzuki. It won�t hurt if you stay calm," Muraki whispered, his lips against the soft skin beneath Tsuzuki�s chin. Tsuzuki swallowed again, feeling his tears brimming in his violet depths, the creases in the white satin stretching over the top of the canopy began to swirl as water rippled over his eyes. "No, please no," Tsuzuki whispered, breaking through his mute throat. Muraki�s body rocked against his, not penetrating, but making it so Tsuzuki could feel his erection. He closed his eyes tears slipping down. "Muraki, no." "You are mine, Tsuzuki. You can not stop this. You are nothing but my toy now," Muraki hissed, his hands to Tsuzuki�s hips so he couldn�t buck from Muraki�s body. "You will never escape me and you will always remember this. I will break you, you are mine. My little doll."Tsuzuki shook violently, his throat constricting again, his voice barely a whisper, "No..."