Yami no Matsuei (Tsuzuki/Human!Byakko)
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kinkfestTitle: seeking sanctuary
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reversedhymnal
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Word count: 2,875
Summary: Tsuzuki loses another partner, and his shikigami picks up the pieces.
A/N: *grumbles*
To Byakko, the most frustrating thing was that he couldn’t just pick Tsuzuki up, cradle him gently like a kitten, and carry him straight through into the Imaginary World, into safety whenever things invariably got bad.
*
Suzaku came back screaming. “I’ll kill the fucker! Call me back, Tsuzuki, I’ll track down the fucking bastard and rip his balls off!” Her hands were clenched, and she was angrier than Byakko had ever seen her, a fire raging in her dark eyes.
From a safe distance away, he called, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s the deal?”
Suzaku shivered, her image wavering in a manifestation of the heat of her anger. Blood dripped from her hands, where her talons were cutting into her palms; it didn’t faze her, and Byakko had a sick feeling in his heart. His tail twitched in agitation, and he waited for what he knew she would say.
“…He’s alone again.”
The sun seemed misplaced; too bright, too warm, too peaceful. Byakko’s tail bristled, and his ears flicked back, and he couldn’t find a positive outlook anywhere inside of him. “Damn it.”
*
Suzaku wasn’t sober for a week, and Byakko went without his usual naps, but didn’t join the firebird in drowning their anger and sorrow, just in case Tsuzuki showed up. He didn’t want to be hammered when their shinigami came; he didn’t want Tsuzuki to think he was alone if nobody was there to hug him in greeting. He paced the rooftops, instead, and only pestered SohRyu when he saw that the dragon was making himself sick with tightly contained worry.
*
“Byakko,” came Touda’s steady voice. Byakko looked down, and almost fell off the wire he was loping across; and then he thought, screw it, and let himself fall down, tumbling through the air. He landed on his feet with a quiet thump, thickening the air to give himself a cushion to land on.
“Is he okay?” he asked, quickly, ice-blue eyes narrowed in concern. Tsuzuki was lifeless in the serpent’s muscled arms. Their master wasn’t a small man – all the sweets he consumed would have seen to that, even if Tsuzuki didn’t have height and muscle -, but lying there, in Touda’s muscled, capable arms, he looked like a faded dream, fragile and worn.
Gently, Byakko reached his fingers up to brush dark bangs from Tsuzuki’s face, a hot and wet feeling sweeping up inside him. His throat was tight, and he wished that Suzaku had been allowed to kill the bastard who had done this. Tsuzuki did depression far too well.
“Take him,” Touda said, not quite answering. “He almost walked right into a fire pit.”
Byakko blinked. “But those don’t even try to be sneaky!”
There was an almost imperceptible shrug to the serpent’s broad shoulders, not enough to jar Tsuzuki’s form. “I stopped him, and then he fell asleep. Take him.”
Byakko didn’t ask what else had happened, because if he could have seen Touda’s eyes behind the shadow of his visor, he imagined he would have seen that they were a little raw, hurting just a touch. Within his voice, there was an echo of it. Touda wasn’t very good at this part, and even if he wouldn’t admit it, Byakko knew it hurt him not to be able to help their master.
“Right, right,” Byakko nodded. He took Tsuzuki gently into his grasp, cradling him like a child, as if he held an armful of pearls and gems in his arms, or the answer to all his wishing, instead of a shinigami. In many ways, he did. Tsuzuki warm and breathing against his chest was a beautiful feeling, with his face nestled right up close to Byakko’s neck, but the tiger wished the circumstances were different. He flashed the serpent as bright and encouraging a smile as he could, though he was afraid he was rather lacking in anything of the sort at the moment.
“Don’t worry, Touda. I’ll take care of him.”
Touda nodded. “Yes. I know you will.” He was gone in the next instant, and Byakko bent his head down and closed his eyes, breathing in Tsuzuki’s scent; he was so pale and beautiful and shining in his arms. Byakko shook his head, his ears flicking back and front, tail erratic behind him. Then he took off, going slowly so that the wind didn’t buffet and bother his master.
*
Byakko took Tsuzuki to his favorite gorge, where the wind was a sweet whistle through the leaves, and the sunlight moved across the rich grass in dancing, spritely beams and dazzles. “Here,” he said, softly, not expecting an answer. “You remember this place?” Tsuzuki was unconscious in his arms still, his weight heavy more because of the way it tightened Byakko’s heart, than from any strain to his muscles.
Byakko brought Tsuzuki beneath the gentle blue-green shade of a wide, leafy tree, and knelt. The grass was thick, and soft, and cool, and Byakko laid Tsuzuki across it gently, cupping the back of his head and feeling the inky locks thread through his fingers to do so. He sat back up, and stared down at him sadly; “Why can’t you catch a break, Tsuzuki?”
A stupid question. Maybe the Golden Emperor could have answered once, but that was a long time ago. Tsuzuki was an echo of those times, pure and sweet and noble, for all his dark past and bottom layers of ever-present sadness. Byakko wanted to sink his claws and teeth into him and never ever let go. He wanted to curl up around him, wrap his tail about him like an unbreakable chain, and protect him from the world. Wanted to always be by his side, so that he could keep Tsuzuki’s smile kindled, always shining, bright and sweet and happy.
He sighed, and lay down beside Tsuzuki, pressed his cheek against the dark haired man’s chest, over his heart, to listen to the steady tripping beat of his life. He wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki, closed his eyes, and though his nose stung when Tsuzuki made a quiet, heart-breaking sound deep in his sleep, unconscious and needy, and clung to him, Byakko did not cry. Tsuzuki had enough sadness in his life.
*
Byakko propped his head up on his fist to watch the way that the sun and shadow played games across Tsuzuki’s beautiful face. The man’s arms were still wrapped tight around Byakko’s waist, and Byakko’s tail was wrapped firmly around Tsuzuki’s leg, keeping him close. He was murmuring softly, and frowning more, shifting softly as he began his inevitable rise out of sleep.
Byakko watched, until the pale eyelids and dark, too long lashes fluttered open, to reveal the most expressive eyes Byakko had ever seen. It was that, more than their exotic color, which made them so beautiful. “Not fair,” he teased gently, “for you to look so good, even sleep-rumpled. Suzaku spends hours preening; she’ll be crushed if I tell her how natural you do it.”
Tsuzuki gave a long, slow blink. His hands flexed against the back of Byakko, and his frown looked like it hurt. Byakko brought his free hand down, to brush his thumb tenderly against Tsuzuki’s cheek. Asleep, his master had looked fragile. Awake, Tsuzuki looked broken.
“Silly,” he told him with a thin smile. “You don’t have to keep it all inside. We’re your shikigami, Tsuzuki. It’s okay if we know your heart.”
“…I.” Tsuzuki swallowed, and blinked repeatedly, his face slowly crumpling. “…I. I’m sorry.”
*
Tsuzuki’s sobs crippled him, curled him like thin paper into a trembling ball, and Byakko pulled him into his lap, off the grass, and held him fiercely, let him muffle his wet gasps against his chest, while the sun shone and the wind sang sweetly all around them.
*
When the tears flowed slower, and the violet-eyed man could almost, but not quite, breathe steadily, Byakko coaxed Tsuzuki into sitting up. The man slid docilely into place, straddling Byakko’s lap and leaning against him, hiccoughing miserably. “You look a mess,” Byakko said, laughing just a little, a quiet, tender sound, despite how much seeing Tsuzuki like that hurt.
One tear, two tears. Byakko looped his arms around Tsuzuki’s waist to hold him steady, and leaned down; licked the salty drops off Tsuzuki’s pale face with delicate touches of his tongue. Tsuzuki whimpered, and his fingers tightened their grip on the smooth fabric of Byakko’s clothes. Byakko gave a purr, and chased the next tear down with soft kisses, before catching it on the tip of Tsuzuki’s chin, and licking it up.
“Even your sadness is beautiful,” he murmured. Something slow and soft moved through him; it could have been devotion, or it could have been love. Whatever the particular name, it was strong and good and wonderful, and Tsuzuki was the one who pulled it out of him. He wanted to make the sad leave Tsuzuki’s violet eyes, wanted to bring a smile back out to that perfect face.
“But, you know I don’t,” he began, nosing Tsuzuki’s dark bangs out of the way before kissing his master’s forehead, “like being around depressed people.” Another kiss, between his eyes. “You know I love it when you laugh.” One kiss against each eyelid, and on the bridge of Tsuzuki’s nose. “You know I love it when you feel good.”
Tsuzuki’s mouth was his destination; the other kisses had merely been tender side quests. With each one, Byakko’d had the pleasure of hearing Tsuzuki’s breath catch. In one long, slow slide, Byakko licked along the bottom lip of Tsuzuki’s mouth; the dark haired man made a small, needy sound, and Byakko said, “Let me make you feel good.”
Tsuzuki’s eyes looked stunning framed by lush, wet lashes, and his cheeks were flushed and sticky from tears. Byakko made sure that when he smiled Tsuzuki could see that warm and shining love he held for him in his eyes, in his mouth, in his face. “…Okay. Yes.” the shinigami said, shoulders dropping as he surrendered, willing to try and let go of his grief; willing to seek and receive the comfort offered. Tsuzuki leaned into him, and whispered, “Please.”
*
Tsuzuki tasted salty, like tears and heartbreak. He must have really liked this latest partner, Byakko realized with a pang, and tightened his arms around him even more. He tugged him further up on his lap and kissed him deep and long and hot, a slow, steady purr rumbling from his chest soothingly. Tsuzuki had his eyes closed, and was trembling against him by the end of it.
“I love your mouth,” Byakko told him, hoping his words would be able to leave a positive sort of imprint on Tsuzuki’s soul. “I love the things you do with it. I love how you pout and smile and eat and laugh with it.”
Byakko couldn’t work the buttons on Tsuzuki’s clothes very fast; he had to keep one hand around Tsuzuki’s waist, and he utilized his tail to untuck Tsuzuki’s business shirt, so he could slide his fingers along the warm skin of Tsuzuki’s hips. Eventually, though, Byakko got the vest undone, and then the shirt, and helped Tsuzuki shrug it off.
He trailed kisses down Tsuzuki’s neck, interspersed with words as he set to work on the black pants, next. “I love your skin, its smooth and pale and beautiful, and offsets your dark hair and gorgeous eyes. I love your eyes, you know? They have the same clarity as SohRyu’s.” He cupped his hands under Tsuzuki’s thighs, and lifted him, letting the pants and underwear fall down.
Tsuzuki was making quiet, incessant noises while Byakko worked, and he wriggled out of them eagerly, getting frustrated when they got stuck around his knees. “S’okay,” Byakko muttered against his collarbone. “We’ve got room enough.” He reached his tail around and trailed it down Tsuzuki’s back, brushing soft and tantalizing along the curve of Tsuzuki’s ass. The noise that Tsuzuki made when his tail exerted the barest pressure against his crack made heat shoot straight down his body and pool at his groin.
Byakko’s brain was slowly beginning to liquefy in direct proportion to how hard he got, but he had enough brain power that he was torn between thankful that he knew to bring a small jar of lubricant, or depressed that occurrences like this had happened so often that Byakko was used to it. Before he forgot, he pulled it out, and set it to the side. Then he stopped thinking, because thinking wasn’t what he needed to be doing; thinking wasn’t as important as feeling, right then, not as important as melting Tsuzuki’s sadness away through pleasure was.
His nails were scraping lightly up and down Tsuzuki’s bare thighs until he felt goose bumps, and then he moved to their insides and started stroking, feeling the sensitive skin jump from his touch. He had licked his way down to Tsuzuki’s nipples, by then, and his ears were very attentively perked towards his master, greedily drinking down the helpless sounds Tsuzuki made. He scraped his teeth against a wet nub, and Tsuzuki gave a small cry.
“Something else I love about you, Tsuzuki,” he said, pulling back to blow on it. Tsuzuki was hot and hard where the tip of his cock brushed up against Byakko’s stomach, his hips moving in tiny little jerks, his ass moving back against Byakko’s tail, which had never ceased a slow undulation of pressure. “Your earnestness,” he continued, after a brief, sharp bite to the other nipple, voice a rough growl. “Your spirit. You feel so much, Tsuzuki. It makes you so vulnerable.”
“Ah,” Tsuzuki gasped, a long, broken sound almost like keening. His teeth were gritted, and his fingers were flexing as all the little things built up and built up inside him, the pleasure pressing tight against the dark swell of his depression, fighting for dominance. Byakko watched the emotions play out in Tsuzuki’s face, and was satisfied when his cheeks were flushing from something other than weeping, finally. Still, Tsuzuki bit his lip, and panted out, “I- I’m sorry, I’m not – hn! – not strong enough. Why-?!” His eyes were so gorgeous, a broken, warm violet, clear and glorious in the sunlight. Dilated just a little, but not enough; Byakko wanted to see them blown wide in pleasure.
“Aww, come on, Tsuzuki!” Byakko brought one hand up to catch the other man’s face, and grip his chin to hold him steady so he could look him square in the eye. “That’s silly! ‘Cause it’s also what makes you so strong. We know your heart Tsuzuki. It’s why we picked you.”
Byakko shook his shinigami’s head a little, his smile bright and fond and challenging Tsuzuki to give in, to let him in, to find that light which burned him from the inside out. “You get me?!”
“Y-yes,” Tsuzuki said, surrendering a little laugh, as well as not a few tears. Byakko licked them up, lazily, and purred extra loud so that Tsuzuki laughed a little more, tipped the scales just a little in his favor, and began emerging out from the dark shadow of his sorrow. He was relaxed in Byakko’s arms, now, and even if his voice was a little tremulous, he was trying. “I’m glad you picked me.”
Byakko kissed him, so that he could get the taste of those words into his mouth.
*
The sun was shining when Byakko spread Tsuzuki open over his lap, felt Tsuzuki yield to his fingers with loud cries and a heat and tightness that made the tiger’s brain shut off for several seconds. “Beautiful,” he purred and rasped against Tsuzuki’s ear, moving in him, scissoring him open and slipping his fingers out, to take his lubricant slick cock in hand and line himself up, and then take Tsuzuki’s hips and press him down in a long, throbbing slide, until Byakko was all the way in, swallowed up by Tsuzuki’s flesh.
Byakko made a rough sound, and had to stop, and just breathe, and Tsuzuki wouldn’t stop making noises that made sparks and flares go off in Byakko’s brain, his ears perfectly still to better catch each sound. “Beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful and wanted, I love you, love you Tsuzuki.” He lifted Tsuzuki up, let him slide back down along his length, his tight heat gripping him.
“B-Byakko,” Tsuzuki whined, and when Byakko looked up at him as he started working his hips in an increasing pace against the tiger’s, fucking himself on Byakko’s cock, eagerly opening up a space inside himself for Byakko to fill, Byakko saw that Tsuzuki’s eyes were wide and glazed in pleasure, the pupils blown. His mouth was open, trembling on Byakko’s name, and the wind blew and caught at their hair as they did something a lot like making love; a lot like finding the happy in the midst of sad.
“You make me feel good,” he whispered to his master, voice tight and nearly all growl as the pleasure in him built into something that could come close to shattering him. “Thank you, Tsuzuki.”
Tsuzuki bowed his head, breath hitching in an almost-sob, and when he came, it was the most beautiful thing Byakko had ever seen or heard.
Author/Artist:
reversedhymnalRating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Word count: 2,875
Summary: Tsuzuki loses another partner, and his shikigami picks up the pieces.
A/N: *grumbles*
To Byakko, the most frustrating thing was that he couldn’t just pick Tsuzuki up, cradle him gently like a kitten, and carry him straight through into the Imaginary World, into safety whenever things invariably got bad.
*
Suzaku came back screaming. “I’ll kill the fucker! Call me back, Tsuzuki, I’ll track down the fucking bastard and rip his balls off!” Her hands were clenched, and she was angrier than Byakko had ever seen her, a fire raging in her dark eyes.
From a safe distance away, he called, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s the deal?”
Suzaku shivered, her image wavering in a manifestation of the heat of her anger. Blood dripped from her hands, where her talons were cutting into her palms; it didn’t faze her, and Byakko had a sick feeling in his heart. His tail twitched in agitation, and he waited for what he knew she would say.
“…He’s alone again.”
The sun seemed misplaced; too bright, too warm, too peaceful. Byakko’s tail bristled, and his ears flicked back, and he couldn’t find a positive outlook anywhere inside of him. “Damn it.”
*
Suzaku wasn’t sober for a week, and Byakko went without his usual naps, but didn’t join the firebird in drowning their anger and sorrow, just in case Tsuzuki showed up. He didn’t want to be hammered when their shinigami came; he didn’t want Tsuzuki to think he was alone if nobody was there to hug him in greeting. He paced the rooftops, instead, and only pestered SohRyu when he saw that the dragon was making himself sick with tightly contained worry.
*
“Byakko,” came Touda’s steady voice. Byakko looked down, and almost fell off the wire he was loping across; and then he thought, screw it, and let himself fall down, tumbling through the air. He landed on his feet with a quiet thump, thickening the air to give himself a cushion to land on.
“Is he okay?” he asked, quickly, ice-blue eyes narrowed in concern. Tsuzuki was lifeless in the serpent’s muscled arms. Their master wasn’t a small man – all the sweets he consumed would have seen to that, even if Tsuzuki didn’t have height and muscle -, but lying there, in Touda’s muscled, capable arms, he looked like a faded dream, fragile and worn.
Gently, Byakko reached his fingers up to brush dark bangs from Tsuzuki’s face, a hot and wet feeling sweeping up inside him. His throat was tight, and he wished that Suzaku had been allowed to kill the bastard who had done this. Tsuzuki did depression far too well.
“Take him,” Touda said, not quite answering. “He almost walked right into a fire pit.”
Byakko blinked. “But those don’t even try to be sneaky!”
There was an almost imperceptible shrug to the serpent’s broad shoulders, not enough to jar Tsuzuki’s form. “I stopped him, and then he fell asleep. Take him.”
Byakko didn’t ask what else had happened, because if he could have seen Touda’s eyes behind the shadow of his visor, he imagined he would have seen that they were a little raw, hurting just a touch. Within his voice, there was an echo of it. Touda wasn’t very good at this part, and even if he wouldn’t admit it, Byakko knew it hurt him not to be able to help their master.
“Right, right,” Byakko nodded. He took Tsuzuki gently into his grasp, cradling him like a child, as if he held an armful of pearls and gems in his arms, or the answer to all his wishing, instead of a shinigami. In many ways, he did. Tsuzuki warm and breathing against his chest was a beautiful feeling, with his face nestled right up close to Byakko’s neck, but the tiger wished the circumstances were different. He flashed the serpent as bright and encouraging a smile as he could, though he was afraid he was rather lacking in anything of the sort at the moment.
“Don’t worry, Touda. I’ll take care of him.”
Touda nodded. “Yes. I know you will.” He was gone in the next instant, and Byakko bent his head down and closed his eyes, breathing in Tsuzuki’s scent; he was so pale and beautiful and shining in his arms. Byakko shook his head, his ears flicking back and front, tail erratic behind him. Then he took off, going slowly so that the wind didn’t buffet and bother his master.
*
Byakko took Tsuzuki to his favorite gorge, where the wind was a sweet whistle through the leaves, and the sunlight moved across the rich grass in dancing, spritely beams and dazzles. “Here,” he said, softly, not expecting an answer. “You remember this place?” Tsuzuki was unconscious in his arms still, his weight heavy more because of the way it tightened Byakko’s heart, than from any strain to his muscles.
Byakko brought Tsuzuki beneath the gentle blue-green shade of a wide, leafy tree, and knelt. The grass was thick, and soft, and cool, and Byakko laid Tsuzuki across it gently, cupping the back of his head and feeling the inky locks thread through his fingers to do so. He sat back up, and stared down at him sadly; “Why can’t you catch a break, Tsuzuki?”
A stupid question. Maybe the Golden Emperor could have answered once, but that was a long time ago. Tsuzuki was an echo of those times, pure and sweet and noble, for all his dark past and bottom layers of ever-present sadness. Byakko wanted to sink his claws and teeth into him and never ever let go. He wanted to curl up around him, wrap his tail about him like an unbreakable chain, and protect him from the world. Wanted to always be by his side, so that he could keep Tsuzuki’s smile kindled, always shining, bright and sweet and happy.
He sighed, and lay down beside Tsuzuki, pressed his cheek against the dark haired man’s chest, over his heart, to listen to the steady tripping beat of his life. He wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki, closed his eyes, and though his nose stung when Tsuzuki made a quiet, heart-breaking sound deep in his sleep, unconscious and needy, and clung to him, Byakko did not cry. Tsuzuki had enough sadness in his life.
*
Byakko propped his head up on his fist to watch the way that the sun and shadow played games across Tsuzuki’s beautiful face. The man’s arms were still wrapped tight around Byakko’s waist, and Byakko’s tail was wrapped firmly around Tsuzuki’s leg, keeping him close. He was murmuring softly, and frowning more, shifting softly as he began his inevitable rise out of sleep.
Byakko watched, until the pale eyelids and dark, too long lashes fluttered open, to reveal the most expressive eyes Byakko had ever seen. It was that, more than their exotic color, which made them so beautiful. “Not fair,” he teased gently, “for you to look so good, even sleep-rumpled. Suzaku spends hours preening; she’ll be crushed if I tell her how natural you do it.”
Tsuzuki gave a long, slow blink. His hands flexed against the back of Byakko, and his frown looked like it hurt. Byakko brought his free hand down, to brush his thumb tenderly against Tsuzuki’s cheek. Asleep, his master had looked fragile. Awake, Tsuzuki looked broken.
“Silly,” he told him with a thin smile. “You don’t have to keep it all inside. We’re your shikigami, Tsuzuki. It’s okay if we know your heart.”
“…I.” Tsuzuki swallowed, and blinked repeatedly, his face slowly crumpling. “…I. I’m sorry.”
*
Tsuzuki’s sobs crippled him, curled him like thin paper into a trembling ball, and Byakko pulled him into his lap, off the grass, and held him fiercely, let him muffle his wet gasps against his chest, while the sun shone and the wind sang sweetly all around them.
*
When the tears flowed slower, and the violet-eyed man could almost, but not quite, breathe steadily, Byakko coaxed Tsuzuki into sitting up. The man slid docilely into place, straddling Byakko’s lap and leaning against him, hiccoughing miserably. “You look a mess,” Byakko said, laughing just a little, a quiet, tender sound, despite how much seeing Tsuzuki like that hurt.
One tear, two tears. Byakko looped his arms around Tsuzuki’s waist to hold him steady, and leaned down; licked the salty drops off Tsuzuki’s pale face with delicate touches of his tongue. Tsuzuki whimpered, and his fingers tightened their grip on the smooth fabric of Byakko’s clothes. Byakko gave a purr, and chased the next tear down with soft kisses, before catching it on the tip of Tsuzuki’s chin, and licking it up.
“Even your sadness is beautiful,” he murmured. Something slow and soft moved through him; it could have been devotion, or it could have been love. Whatever the particular name, it was strong and good and wonderful, and Tsuzuki was the one who pulled it out of him. He wanted to make the sad leave Tsuzuki’s violet eyes, wanted to bring a smile back out to that perfect face.
“But, you know I don’t,” he began, nosing Tsuzuki’s dark bangs out of the way before kissing his master’s forehead, “like being around depressed people.” Another kiss, between his eyes. “You know I love it when you laugh.” One kiss against each eyelid, and on the bridge of Tsuzuki’s nose. “You know I love it when you feel good.”
Tsuzuki’s mouth was his destination; the other kisses had merely been tender side quests. With each one, Byakko’d had the pleasure of hearing Tsuzuki’s breath catch. In one long, slow slide, Byakko licked along the bottom lip of Tsuzuki’s mouth; the dark haired man made a small, needy sound, and Byakko said, “Let me make you feel good.”
Tsuzuki’s eyes looked stunning framed by lush, wet lashes, and his cheeks were flushed and sticky from tears. Byakko made sure that when he smiled Tsuzuki could see that warm and shining love he held for him in his eyes, in his mouth, in his face. “…Okay. Yes.” the shinigami said, shoulders dropping as he surrendered, willing to try and let go of his grief; willing to seek and receive the comfort offered. Tsuzuki leaned into him, and whispered, “Please.”
*
Tsuzuki tasted salty, like tears and heartbreak. He must have really liked this latest partner, Byakko realized with a pang, and tightened his arms around him even more. He tugged him further up on his lap and kissed him deep and long and hot, a slow, steady purr rumbling from his chest soothingly. Tsuzuki had his eyes closed, and was trembling against him by the end of it.
“I love your mouth,” Byakko told him, hoping his words would be able to leave a positive sort of imprint on Tsuzuki’s soul. “I love the things you do with it. I love how you pout and smile and eat and laugh with it.”
Byakko couldn’t work the buttons on Tsuzuki’s clothes very fast; he had to keep one hand around Tsuzuki’s waist, and he utilized his tail to untuck Tsuzuki’s business shirt, so he could slide his fingers along the warm skin of Tsuzuki’s hips. Eventually, though, Byakko got the vest undone, and then the shirt, and helped Tsuzuki shrug it off.
He trailed kisses down Tsuzuki’s neck, interspersed with words as he set to work on the black pants, next. “I love your skin, its smooth and pale and beautiful, and offsets your dark hair and gorgeous eyes. I love your eyes, you know? They have the same clarity as SohRyu’s.” He cupped his hands under Tsuzuki’s thighs, and lifted him, letting the pants and underwear fall down.
Tsuzuki was making quiet, incessant noises while Byakko worked, and he wriggled out of them eagerly, getting frustrated when they got stuck around his knees. “S’okay,” Byakko muttered against his collarbone. “We’ve got room enough.” He reached his tail around and trailed it down Tsuzuki’s back, brushing soft and tantalizing along the curve of Tsuzuki’s ass. The noise that Tsuzuki made when his tail exerted the barest pressure against his crack made heat shoot straight down his body and pool at his groin.
Byakko’s brain was slowly beginning to liquefy in direct proportion to how hard he got, but he had enough brain power that he was torn between thankful that he knew to bring a small jar of lubricant, or depressed that occurrences like this had happened so often that Byakko was used to it. Before he forgot, he pulled it out, and set it to the side. Then he stopped thinking, because thinking wasn’t what he needed to be doing; thinking wasn’t as important as feeling, right then, not as important as melting Tsuzuki’s sadness away through pleasure was.
His nails were scraping lightly up and down Tsuzuki’s bare thighs until he felt goose bumps, and then he moved to their insides and started stroking, feeling the sensitive skin jump from his touch. He had licked his way down to Tsuzuki’s nipples, by then, and his ears were very attentively perked towards his master, greedily drinking down the helpless sounds Tsuzuki made. He scraped his teeth against a wet nub, and Tsuzuki gave a small cry.
“Something else I love about you, Tsuzuki,” he said, pulling back to blow on it. Tsuzuki was hot and hard where the tip of his cock brushed up against Byakko’s stomach, his hips moving in tiny little jerks, his ass moving back against Byakko’s tail, which had never ceased a slow undulation of pressure. “Your earnestness,” he continued, after a brief, sharp bite to the other nipple, voice a rough growl. “Your spirit. You feel so much, Tsuzuki. It makes you so vulnerable.”
“Ah,” Tsuzuki gasped, a long, broken sound almost like keening. His teeth were gritted, and his fingers were flexing as all the little things built up and built up inside him, the pleasure pressing tight against the dark swell of his depression, fighting for dominance. Byakko watched the emotions play out in Tsuzuki’s face, and was satisfied when his cheeks were flushing from something other than weeping, finally. Still, Tsuzuki bit his lip, and panted out, “I- I’m sorry, I’m not – hn! – not strong enough. Why-?!” His eyes were so gorgeous, a broken, warm violet, clear and glorious in the sunlight. Dilated just a little, but not enough; Byakko wanted to see them blown wide in pleasure.
“Aww, come on, Tsuzuki!” Byakko brought one hand up to catch the other man’s face, and grip his chin to hold him steady so he could look him square in the eye. “That’s silly! ‘Cause it’s also what makes you so strong. We know your heart Tsuzuki. It’s why we picked you.”
Byakko shook his shinigami’s head a little, his smile bright and fond and challenging Tsuzuki to give in, to let him in, to find that light which burned him from the inside out. “You get me?!”
“Y-yes,” Tsuzuki said, surrendering a little laugh, as well as not a few tears. Byakko licked them up, lazily, and purred extra loud so that Tsuzuki laughed a little more, tipped the scales just a little in his favor, and began emerging out from the dark shadow of his sorrow. He was relaxed in Byakko’s arms, now, and even if his voice was a little tremulous, he was trying. “I’m glad you picked me.”
Byakko kissed him, so that he could get the taste of those words into his mouth.
*
The sun was shining when Byakko spread Tsuzuki open over his lap, felt Tsuzuki yield to his fingers with loud cries and a heat and tightness that made the tiger’s brain shut off for several seconds. “Beautiful,” he purred and rasped against Tsuzuki’s ear, moving in him, scissoring him open and slipping his fingers out, to take his lubricant slick cock in hand and line himself up, and then take Tsuzuki’s hips and press him down in a long, throbbing slide, until Byakko was all the way in, swallowed up by Tsuzuki’s flesh.
Byakko made a rough sound, and had to stop, and just breathe, and Tsuzuki wouldn’t stop making noises that made sparks and flares go off in Byakko’s brain, his ears perfectly still to better catch each sound. “Beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful and wanted, I love you, love you Tsuzuki.” He lifted Tsuzuki up, let him slide back down along his length, his tight heat gripping him.
“B-Byakko,” Tsuzuki whined, and when Byakko looked up at him as he started working his hips in an increasing pace against the tiger’s, fucking himself on Byakko’s cock, eagerly opening up a space inside himself for Byakko to fill, Byakko saw that Tsuzuki’s eyes were wide and glazed in pleasure, the pupils blown. His mouth was open, trembling on Byakko’s name, and the wind blew and caught at their hair as they did something a lot like making love; a lot like finding the happy in the midst of sad.
“You make me feel good,” he whispered to his master, voice tight and nearly all growl as the pleasure in him built into something that could come close to shattering him. “Thank you, Tsuzuki.”
Tsuzuki bowed his head, breath hitching in an almost-sob, and when he came, it was the most beautiful thing Byakko had ever seen or heard.
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Date: 2007-04-09 08:48 pm (UTC)Thank you for the lovely prompt (which almost kicked my ass, to be honest! XD), and for the fabulous comment, ♥ I really and thrilled that you enjoyed it, 8D
(if you want more YnM fic, I've got a few on my journal, heh heh. XD It's this fics fault, and there will probably be more once I'm done with April)
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Date: 2007-04-09 11:11 pm (UTC)Wait. Who was born in the year of the Tiger? *scratches head curiously*
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