by Penny Paperbrain |
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Tsuzuki was safe: Tatsumi had made sure of it. He had seen off Muraki, reassured Hisoka, taken the girl home, done everything he could. Now Tsuzuki was sleeping peacefully in the hotel bed next to him as Tatsumi sat and quietly calculated how to offset this expense against his personal budget. Yet still the feeling of unease. It must be the fact that Muraki was still out there, plotting disgusting designs against one of Tatsumi’s subordinates. His fists tightened in his lap. Then Tsuzuki stirred, and Tatsumi forgot everything. “Have you woken, Tsuzuki-san?” “Where am I?” Tatsumi told him where he was, sitting on the bed next to him, smiling, trying to get him to put aside what had happened and simply rest for tonight. But this was Tsuzuki. As Tatsumi uttered practical reassurances, his head bowed in grief and horror - and then he threw himself onto Tatsumi’s shoulder. Again, the chill, nameless fear, even as Tatsumi’s arms began to close instinctively around his friend. He felt tears hot and sudden against his neck, and that seemed to melt his paralysis, and once more he was able to respond, to say what needed to be said, though he was not usually comfortable with this kind of thing. He let Tsuzuki cling to him for a few moments, then gently gripped his shoulders. “It’s not like you to cry like this,” he chided softly. “Be a man.” But tears continued to glisten in Tsuzuki’s eyes as he stammered an apology, and the flesh of his arms was warm through his thin shirt as his scent lingered strong and sweet in Tatsumi’s nostrils. Tatsumi felt something release in the back of his mind as one thought rose relentlessly to the surface: oh gods, Asato is a man. Gently yet firmly he pressed Tsuzuki backwards onto the pillow, making him raise an arm as if he wanted to stop Tatsumi - or to pull him down as well. That was the moment they both hesitated, as Tsuzuki looked up with questioning eyes and Tatsumi knew he should let go, but for a moment could not move. Images scrolled through his mind in a quick, fatal stream: the details updated for the here and now but their content and flavour utterly familiar. He saw himself kicking the sheet aside and straddling Tsuzuki, trapping his legs. He imagined pinning Tsuzuki’s arms against the bed, bringing his mouth down to lips that opened to receive him, though the kiss was not gentle. And when they rolled over together, kicking the last of the bedding aside, Tsuzuki willingly held his hands against his back to be bound with Tatsumi’s tie, and squirmed and cried out with both pleasure and pain as Tatsumi spanked him hard and long, and took him from behind, his teeth in Tsuzuki’s shoulder and his arms holding him tight... ~*~*~ In the peace of the hotel room, Tatsumi felt Tsuzuki’s fingertips just brush his sleeve as he heard himself speak again. “Don’t you worry about a thing,” he said soothingly. “Now, just get some rest.” At first the words had been dredged up by instinct, but as he spoke them, they brought him back to himself, and he stood up, pulling the sheet carefully over his former partner. Tsuzuki smiled thank you, and if there was disappointment in his eyes, Tatsumi did not know why. He left the room. He locked the door, and leant against it, swearing vengeance against the insane pervert who would hurt Tsuzuki, or even think to touch him. |
