STARRY NIGHTS

“Can’t believe he’s making me do this again.” he was alone, talking to no one in particular. The man was
covered in black, merging with the light of darkness. A long sleeved and tight fitted black pullover with
black track pants.

He was kneeling at the rooftop of a building, looking though a pair of binoculars. He watched as the
security guards made their rounds. The way they walk,the distance they took or the stops they made. He
observed every account using all his senses and whatever else he could.

“Ok, now. Let’s go” he placed the binoculars into his dark-toned bag pack and took out a coal-coloured snow cap. He wore it over his head, covering the soft, shiny brown hair. He also took out a pair of night
goggles, placing them on his forehead. He wore his pack and picked up the bow that he had laid beside
him, earlier on. He pulled the 26 pound bow easily and brought the fletchers of the arrow close to his right eye. Aiming for the roof of the museum, he released the bow and the arrow flew to the opposite building, The tip of the arrow opened up releasing a claw like structure which secured itself onto the tiling of the building.

He tied the end of the rope that was in his hands to a fastened hook beside him. Wearing his black leather gloves which he took from his pockets, he later buckled himself to the rope that stretched from the building that he was standing on and the building he will be on in 2 minutes. He stood at the edge of the building and slowly allowed himself to sort of fly
across the road and onto the brownish roof.

Having reached the other building, he unbuckle himself and wore his night goggles over his cursed violet
eyes. From his backpack, he brought out another hook and some rope. He attached the hook onto the claw-like structure and tied the rope onto it. Again, he buckled himself and slowly and discretely, lowered himself to the nearest window.

Taking a pair of what looks like the tweaser from the front zip of his bag, he make a circle on the window. Once the circle was complete, he gently tapped it, and the glass fell inwards. He slid his hand into the cut circle since it was only big enough for his arm. He unlocked the window and swung himself into the building. Easy, he though to himself since this is like the million time he’s doing it.

His night goggles also showed him the laser security that the museum adopted and it looked as if he was
going to have a hard time, getting himself across the room. He took a couple of steps back and suddenly made a dash with a somersault, landing on his hands. He pushed himself further making a double flip and was at the end of the room. He could only smile with his little performance, unlocked the doors and went to his described destination.

He walked down the hall, towards the room at the end of the hall. He heard some voices of guards most
definitely and quickly hid himself behind a wall. The guards passed, making their usual rounds not realizing that he was just behind them. He quickly tip-toed across the hall and using the card that his chief had given him, he slid it onto the required slot and the doors instantly unlocked. He went in, only to find an empty room.

“This can’t be right” he looked around and saw a slight bump on the left wall. He went over to inspect
and faintly knock on the wall. It was hollow, just as he had expected and immediately after that he began
searching, touching the wall. Seeking a button or a switch or even a different impression on the wall
itself. He found it, he pressed a section of the wall since it was softer then the rest. The softness of
plasticine and after which the whole wall just opened up and out came another wall, with a large painting attached to it.


“Bingo” grinned as the panting came to view. The wall continued to come forward and then stopped at a
certain spot. He cautiously took down the painting and detached it from its frame. Taking out a circular tube from inside his bag, he carefully rolled the painting and inserted it into the tube. He placed the frame back on the wall and pressed on the soft spot that made the wall move back in and the other closing in front. He smirked as he closed the door behind him, sort of a way to congratulate himself on a job well done.

As quickly as he came to the building, he left the scene and was by now on the opposite side where he had began his crime. Standing, all tall and proud, he searched for his mobile in his pockets. “Sir, its
done.” he said when the person on the other line answered his call.

“I need you to send it to the client, Tsuzuki-san. He wants it tonight” he cringed at the words. He never
met the clients before. All he had to do was to steal the works and pass them to his boss. He’ll be paid on the spot and that’s everything. But once in awhile, he had to do things beyond his job description and this was one of those rare times.

*

He stood by the gate, outside the client’s house, unsure of what to do next. The house was rather large,
probably had 4 or so stories. It was painted in ivory white, reminding him of the white house in Washington DC where he had another similar job. There were dogs running around although it was already dark but he seemed to be undetected by them. He climbed over the fence and slowly made his way to the front door.

“Time to face your fears, Tsuzuki” he left out a heavy sigh and pressed the buzzer. A man, perhaps a butler answered the door.

“Our master has been expecting you.” he said as he guided Tsuzuki into the living room.

“Any drink for you, sir?” the butler asked.

“No, its ok.” he smiled and the butler left him in the room.

He looked around the lavishly decorated room. Filled with rich ornaments and paintings that he was most
farmiliar of. Mainly because he was the one who stole them . He never really seen this particular client
before but he looked wealthy enough to buy the paintings instead of having them stolen.

“Tsuzuki, I believe you have something I want.” a deep, firm and very low voice from behind said to him.
He turned around to see a handsome man, with silvery white hair, covering his right eye. He was wearing a white shirt and a silver tinted pants. Tsuzuki believed he saw looking at an angel and was a total contrast to what he was wearing.

His jaw literally dropped as the ‘angel’ came closer to him. He looked so beautiful as he floated across
the room. Closer and closer and suddenly without a clue, Tsuzuki started coughing loudly like his guts
were coming out. He covered his mouth, hoping to stop the coughs but it wasn’t successful at all. He coughed for a while and when he finally stopped, his hands were smeared with a thick, red liquid.

He looked at them, this was the worst yet. He has been trying to deny the symptoms time after time. But this time, it seems as if, the tumor has taken over him. The blood soaked his leather gloves, causing him to furiously remove them from his hands like it was something disgusting. The ‘angel’ could only look at
Tsuzuki as he continued to cough and later ordered the butler to get some water.

When Tsuzuki finally stopped coughing, the ‘angel’ cupped Tsuzuki’s cheeks and smiled at him. “Are you
alright?.” He felt a sudden heaviness from his waist down and he just couldn’t move. He couldn’t find the
strength to even stand. The ‘angel’ then slid his left hand under Tsuzuki’s neck and the other under his
knees. He could sense that he was being carried by a pair of strong arms. This guy was strong, he though but he could barely say a word. Everything was in a dazed.

*

The room, was instantly unfamiliar. He did not belong here, yet why is he here? The room looked like a hotel suite with large windows. From the ceiling right down to the floor and everything was in white or something similar. Then it struck him, he must still be in that angel’s house! He got up frantically, looking for a way out but he suddenly froze when he realized, he was being watched.

The angel walked towards him. He could only watch at his gracefulness and amazing beauty as he came nearer and nearer. “Are you feeling better?” he asked. Tsuzuki could have sworn that his legs were wobbly and jelling hearing the deep and husky voice of his mysterious-man-in-white. His legs must have given way cause now he was in the hands of the angel.

“Arigato” Tsuzuki blushed seeing the position he was in. The angel just smiled at him. God, he looked so
beautiful, his hair was glistering, his eye sparkling and his skin was fair as snow.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Muraki-sama” Tsuzuki regained the feelings in his legs.

Muraki just smiled. If it wasn’t for this fragile looking young man, he would not have been able to
attain all his grand father’s lost possessions. Those people from the museum just took away everything he had, every memory that he tried to preserve. Gone, claiming they were of historical significance. But
that was changing. He’s slowly and surely getting them all back, with a price none the less. But it was worth it.

Tsuzuki scrambled for his bag remembering the painting he had stashed away for his now favourite client. He picked it up and handed the long tube to Muraki. He absolutely loved looking at Muraki’s face. Ever smiling and sometimes he could have sworn he saw a certain halo behind Muraki’s head.

Gently, like he had handled Tsuzuki, moments before, he opened the lid from the top of the tube. Little by
little, taking out the painting that was protected within and once everything was out, he un-rolled the
painting, uncovering his grand father’s most treasured piece in his entire collection of Van Gogh’s
paintings. The Starry Night.

“Its beautiful isn’t it?” Tsuzuki asked, wondering why his ‘angel’ had a tear in his eyes.

“It is Tsuzuki-san. Thank you so much for bringing it to me. You can’t imagine how grateful I am.” Muraki
was now hugging Tsuzuki so tightly he was suffocating and struggling for air.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok?” he released Tsuzuki from his embrace when his eyes showed him a rather pale-ish blue Tsuzuki, gasping like a fish out of water.

“I should be going now. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday. If there’s anything that you ever need
just tell me ok?”

“Thank you, once again.” Muraki turned his attention back to the painting, barely looked at Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki suddenly felt a gust of loneliness. He quietly picked up his things and left the place. Somehow he
felt cheated but he knew better. Muraki only wanted the painting and nothing else. He sighed as he took
one last view of the ivory house.

*

“Tsuzuki-san, your tumor is gone.” the doctor told him, while checking his charts.

“How is that possible? How can it just disappear? It was still there a few days ago.” Tsuzuki protested. It
was a good thing, but tumors dun just disappear!!!

“I have no idea too. This is beyond medical explanations.” the doctor took one last look at
Tsuzuki and left him in the room.

“Could it be…”

*

“Tsuzuki-san. Did you leave something behind?”

“Eerrmm, actually I wanted to talk to you…” Tsuzuki said, trying to avoid eye contact. What he was gonna say will sounds crazy and he didn’t want his angel to think any less of him then perhaps he already has.

“Sure, what is it?” Muraki asked, he placed his tea cup on the saucer and looked at Tsuzuki who was rather uncomfortable by that.

“Its uh… well… I was at the hospital awhile ago.”

“That good. What did they say?”

“Well… they … eermm.. Said… that… eermmm.. My tumor is gone.” Tsuzuki cleared his throat.

“Great! That’s wonderful. Now, if there’s nothing else. I have to get back to work.” Muraki said
forcefully. Tsuzuki was rather startled by Muraki’s words. He had never heard him that way. He always had this wonderful image of Muraki but that was stained.

“Eerrmm.. Well… I was wondering, if you had something to do with it.”

“What if I did?”

“If you did, then… thank you. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

“Tsuzuki, I really have a lot of work to do.” Muraki got up, in a way, hinting to Tsuzuki that he should
leave. Tsuzuki took the que and started walking towards the door.

“Oh… one more thing. You were wondering how you could repay me right.”

Tsuzuki turned around, hoping that Muraki had a change of heart.

“You’ll hear from me tonight.” Muraki left the room almost in a blink of an eye. Tsuzuki left the place
grinning, wondering what Muraki could be up to. Tonight. He sighed at the thought.

*

“Muraki-san! I didn’t expect you to come to my house!.” Tsuzuki said when he saw the man that was
behind the door.

“There’s something I need you to do.” Muraki was in white as he usually was. A silvery jacket over a white shirt and a pair of matching silver pants. He also had his white trench coat on. Tsuzuki offered to take his coat but he declined.

“It will only be awhile. Take off your clothes.” Muraki ordered Tsuzuki. Hot, steamy and mind-blowing
images flooded Tsuzuki’s head while he obeyed Muraki and took off his shirt. He turned his back facing
Muraki as he was later ordered and then felt a sharp pain like he was stabbed.

“What did you do to me?” Tsuzuki fell to the floors, he hugged himself because of the sudden pain that
engulfed him.

“You carry my mark now. You’ll do anything I want, anything I say.” Muraki arranged his glasses. Tsuzuki
played that line in his head again. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? He wondered…

Muraki then knelt, cupping Tsuzuki’s face. The wind was blowing against his hair and Tsuzuki saw the other eye that was left hidden. It looked evil, like it was slashed. It was glowing and Muraki had an evil smile. Muraki hastily gave Tsuzuki a kiss.

“Stand against the wall.” Muraki ordered. He pushed Tsuzuki’s back to face the wall as he began his
attack. He plunged onto Tsuzuki with fierce kisses. His tongue exploring every inch, Tsuzuki had to offer.
Muraki licked his lips, sucked his tongue and trailed his kisses down to Tsuzuki’s neck.

Tsuzuki tilted his head to the side, giving Muraki more excess. Tsuzuki tried to get rid of the clothes
that was on Muraki. The clothes that prevented them from further contact.

“No.” he said firmly, pushing Tsuzuki’s hands. There was questions in Tsuzuki’s eyes but Muraki avoided
them. He traced kisses down Tsuzuki’s body, avoiding the nipples completely. Muraki took off the belt on
his pants. He dropped his silver trousers, together with his briefs to his ankles.

He carried Tsuzuki. The thinner of the two held on to Muraki for dear life. He hand his legs wrapped around Muraki’s waist and his hands around Muraki’s neck. He jolted and screamed when his entrance down below was stretched and intruded by something warm, hard and large.

Muraki slowly pulled himself out of Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki shivered at the lost and before he can regain his
senses, Muraki thrust in once more. Pushing deeper and harder in this time. Tsuzuki shrieked once more. God it felt so good the moment Muraki’s manhood hit his most sensitive spot.

After a few more thrust, Tsuzuki got used the Muraki’s size in him and like a dance, they began to move in sync with each other. They moaned uncontrollably, like there was no tomorrow. Muraki pushed himself deeper. He whimpered when his balls touched Tsuzuki’s soft skin and that only send him thrusting for more.

Tsuzuki was on the verge of tipping over with very thrust Muraki made. His breath got heavier and it felt
difficult to breath. He moaned Muraki’s name a couple of times and that only enticed him to go faster which he gladly complied.

Stars… Tsuzuki saw them as he released himself all over his naked body and Muraki’s white shirt. He
collapse onto Muraki. He was too tired to move, he could barely even say a word. The tightening of
muscles that surrounded his groin send Muraki exploding as he spilled his seed inside Tsuzuki.

He pulled himself out of the lifeless body and shuddered at the loss. He laid Tsuzuki on the sofa and
then cleaned himself hastily. He wore his brief and pants, tucking his white shirt in. He buttoned his
silver jacket, trying to hide the stain on his shirt.

Somehow, he found a blanket in Tsuzuki’s room. He put it over the sleeping frail man and quietly made his way to the door. Taking one last look at his new found sex toy, he closed the door behind him and left the scene.