[Yami no Matsuei] (PG-13)
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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for Author's Choice, Author's Choice, Lookin' for a savior beneath these dirty sheets (Tori Amos, Crucify). Muraki/Tsuzuki
Usually Tsuzuki was the one sitting up, brooding, after their fierce couplings, creeping away to the night-darkened window to stare at the city lights in the buildings around the hotel that housed their room. But tonight, Muraki sat awake beside the dozing shinigami, watching the pretty-faced young -- no, young-looking man -- lying beside him, curled up, facing away, as if he could not bear to face his bed companion. Or because he felt too tired from their passions to make any gesture that might inspire more coupling.
He was tempted, now that they lay apart, to ask some pointed question or make some clever remark: "Offering yourself to me to protect another?" Or "Do you have a death wish? You know that I want more of you than mere passionate encounters." Or "For a man who despises me, you spend an unusual amount of time in my bed."
But for now, he did not feel like making witty comments. For now he sat there, the top sheet and comforter wound around his loins, gazing at the beautiful man curled up beside him, half-anticipating, half-dreading the next step he would take.
The shinigami's healing abilities just might be his salvation and that of the woman who had his (Muraki's) heart. The tissue grafts that he planned to extract the next morning would heal them both, she of the illness that had plagued her all of her life, he of the loss of his right eye.
He still had not found a way, however, to fulfill the shinigami's desire, though it wasn't for lack of searching. Entropy would have it's way with most anything, even the universe one day, and in the meantime, he intended to find a way of speeeding that up for Tsuzuki, or at the least, bypassing the other's immortality.
Till then, while there was no death for this death god, there was the little death that they shared here in this bed in this luxurious room. Perhaps Muraki might be procrastinating in his search, just so that they could continue to enjoy these nights together, but this hesitance did not entirely preclude the search.
He lay down beside Tsuzuki, laying one arm over his companion; tomorrow, the search would resume, but tonight, he wished to savor the other's company...
Usually Tsuzuki was the one sitting up, brooding, after their fierce couplings, creeping away to the night-darkened window to stare at the city lights in the buildings around the hotel that housed their room. But tonight, Muraki sat awake beside the dozing shinigami, watching the pretty-faced young -- no, young-looking man -- lying beside him, curled up, facing away, as if he could not bear to face his bed companion. Or because he felt too tired from their passions to make any gesture that might inspire more coupling.
He was tempted, now that they lay apart, to ask some pointed question or make some clever remark: "Offering yourself to me to protect another?" Or "Do you have a death wish? You know that I want more of you than mere passionate encounters." Or "For a man who despises me, you spend an unusual amount of time in my bed."
But for now, he did not feel like making witty comments. For now he sat there, the top sheet and comforter wound around his loins, gazing at the beautiful man curled up beside him, half-anticipating, half-dreading the next step he would take.
The shinigami's healing abilities just might be his salvation and that of the woman who had his (Muraki's) heart. The tissue grafts that he planned to extract the next morning would heal them both, she of the illness that had plagued her all of her life, he of the loss of his right eye.
He still had not found a way, however, to fulfill the shinigami's desire, though it wasn't for lack of searching. Entropy would have it's way with most anything, even the universe one day, and in the meantime, he intended to find a way of speeeding that up for Tsuzuki, or at the least, bypassing the other's immortality.
Till then, while there was no death for this death god, there was the little death that they shared here in this bed in this luxurious room. Perhaps Muraki might be procrastinating in his search, just so that they could continue to enjoy these nights together, but this hesitance did not entirely preclude the search.
He lay down beside Tsuzuki, laying one arm over his companion; tomorrow, the search would resume, but tonight, he wished to savor the other's company...
