YnM Fanfiction
"Amethyst Moon"
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Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Youko Matsushita-sensei.
04152001
Reserve Fanfiction for 10000 hit mark
After spending too many unproductive minutes staring at the laptop screen, I decided to get this out of my system. I just couldn't concentrate on the shikigami series.
This is a "YAOI" fanfic. Yaoi means guys having sex with other guys. You've been warned. Don't read if you don't like the idea. Don't read if you don't like Muraki x Tsuzuki.
Amethyst Moon
Feels lumpy... Tsuzuki opened his eyes reluctantly and grimaced as he rolled to his side, pounding his pillow. Suddenly soft light gleamed into his eyes, and he blinked, looking up to the open window through which he could see a bright full moon. It was bewitching, so round and so beautiful that he wanted to reach out and take it in his hand. If it was possible...
Tsuzuki smiled and tried to still. He only got the curtain, which the night breeze pleasantly blew against his palm. He chuckled softly and sat up to catch the breeze against his face, enjoying the windswept fragrance of flowers blooming at night. ... What would I do with the moon anyway?
"True," someone said. Startled, his eyes flew to the far corner of his room from where the voice came. Tsuzuki caught the familiar glimmer of silver and white and saw pale lips that curved and said, "Besides, your amethyst eyes are far more beautiful than any moon... and within my reach."
Tsuzuki panicked. "Mu- mu- muraki, what are you doing here?!" It was a stupid question, and both men knew it. Tsuzuki winced when Muraki chuckled.
Violet and silver clashed again when Muraki murmured, "Let me show you what, Tsuzuki-san..." Hair stood on end at the throaty proposal.
"Stay away from me!" Despite increasing paralysis in his limbs, Tsuzuki scuttled on his back away from Muraki and reached the sliding panel. However, Muraki got to him first before he could open it and escape.
His back on the wall behind him, Tsuzuki struggled to keep Muraki's face away from his. The other man had managed to slipped in between his legs before he could stop him. Tsuzuki's stomach clenched. Pained and surprised by Muraki's state of arousal.
"NO!!!" His protest was wasted on Muraki, whose hands flattened on the wall, trapping Tsuzuki's head between them. Tsuzuki winced when his face hit against Muraki's arm. Sinew and bone hard like steel, while his own was weak and heavy.
"I want you, Tsuzuki-san..." Muraki's husky whisper burned Tsuzuki's ears. His cheeks, which had been pale with alarm, turned red with embarrassment.
"Muraki-" His breath was stolen away as Muraki kissed him.
... Stop... stop him... His thoughts moved sluggishly; his mind leaden even as his body grew warm, very warm. Muraki's mouth pressed insistently, pushing Tsuzuki's lips apart. Tsuzuki was able to breath in quickly when Muraki moved down slightly, playing with Tsuzuki's lower lip. He bit teasingly.
... What is happening to me... Tsuzuki could feel sharply everything Muraki was doing to him. His tongue which was now invading his mouth. His hand touching his face and brushing down. The hard muscles of his thighs, thinly covered by cloth...
Minutes felt like hours, and Tsuzuki's clarity only returned when he was back in his bed with Muraki kneeling over him. His eyes widened, and his hands shoot out to stop Muraki. "No!"
Muraki smiled, his hand covering Tsuzuki's hand then sliding a finger down his arm. Tsuzuki shuddered at the sensuous contact.
"I want to be with you, Tsuzuki."
"I don't want to be with you, Muraki!"
"I want to make you feel good."
"How can you make me feel good when you scare me!"
"It's always scary the first time."
"I don't want a first time!"
Muraki suddenly brushed his hands off and trapped them over Tsuzuki's head. He did it so easily that Tsuzuki was stunned by his own inaction. Helplessness overwhelmed him when Muraki leaned down so close to him.
"Enough talk, Tsuzuki-san..." His fingers closed over; his eyes glinted, satisfied when Tsuzuki whimpered.
"... No, please-"
"I want you, and you want me." Tsuzuki's eyes closed, and he shook
his head, denying.
"Don't fight, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki's voice was liquid, silver mercury. "Enjoy. Enjoy me."
Tsuzuki tensed. "No." His eyes opened and stared at Muraki. "... You're evil. You hurt people. You hurt Hisoka."
Muraki's fingers tightened, and Tsuzuki gasped. Pleasure and pain.
Muraki murmured, "I only want you, Tsuzuki." His hand moved; Tsuzuki shuddered. "I don't care about them."
Can't... stop... Tsuzuki's hips jerked, driving himself against Muraki's hand. So good... feels so good.
Why... how can he make me feel this way...
Muraki.
~~~
As I lay me down to sleep
I hope the nights be gentle
and dreams to keep me asleep
~~~
If I let you, will you promise not to hurt anyone anymore?
I promise.
... You don't keep your promises!
True... but this is a chance to make me not hurt anyone anymore.
... You're confusing me.
You're confusing yourself.
~~~
In the morning, I wake up
Reluctant and relieved that
The night is through; a new day
To spend with disappointment.
~~~
It was nearly noon when Tsuzuki arrived at work. His hair was unkempt; his eyes, bleary; his mouth, stained. He was utterly confused and quite upset that he had dreamed about Muraki again.
~~~
Rare is the jewel that can't be tainted
By bloodied hands that yearn to keep it
This is my treasure, my Amethyst Moon
~~~
Fin.
mhmm... Muraki is the easiest character to write. Direct, forceful even though he's more than slightly insane. But in this fanfic, that's not Muraki, but how Tsuzuki thinks of Muraki. Tsuzuki is one of the sweetest characters created. He cares even for his mortal enemy.
And I think of Muraki as mercury, which in its pure state, is silver, hard to catch and poisonous. The last three stanzas are by Muraki. When I wrote this fic, I wanted to write symbolic. Was in a rare mood.