Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei. Wish I did.

A/N: Hi all! I got insprised to write this even though V-Day has long come and gone. So forgive the latness of this, please. Now, that said: Enjoy!

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My Valentine

Soft, grey light was beginning to creep into the large French windows, making its way across the elegant bedroom.

But the slender dark-haired man sprawled across the warm silk sheets, ignored it. He didn't want to get up, didn't want to leave the strong arms holding him so protectively in their warm embrace. Such was the dilemma the brunette faced of late. To lounge nakedly on the massive canopied bed, stretch languidly without a care in the world. Breakfast in bed or don a yukata and pad all the way to the kitchen?

"Hmm. What to do, what to do," the guardian mused.

Ah well. He would leave that to Muraki this morning as he didn't want to be bothered with such trivial matters.

Tsuzuki grinned. Shaking his dark head a bit, he laughed inwardly at his little fantasy.

If I don't watch it, I'm sure to become spoiled rotten! Sigh Well, no chance of that.

He still punched a time clock, still filed paperwork, still did arduous leg work. So he couldn't help but dream a bit. Since he and Muraki had a relationship of sorts forged from that fateful New Year's Eve, Tsuzuki discovered more and more about Kazutaka Muraki. Pleasant things at that.

"He is trying. He really wants to be with me. It's nice," the brunette pondered.

The past few days had been a whirlwind of dates. Extravagant nights on the town, exotic clubs, decandant restaurants, slow dancing under the stars. Not to mention the gifts of expensive name-brand clothes, shoes, sweaters, shirts...

And the sex! Tsuzuki buried his face in his pillow. That alone was mind-blowing! Muraki had, indeed, been the most attentive and gentlest of lovers as well as fierce and passionate. Seeing to Tsuzuki's needs, calming his fears. Nothing kinky or perverted to humilate or harm his guardian in any way. Tsuzuki appreciated it and felt truly cherished and protected whenever Muraki held him in his arms.

Everything delighted and overwhelmed the brunette. But it was so much! In fact, Tsuzuki had it in his mind for a couple of days to talk to Muraki about it, the overwhelming gifts and nights out. Not that Tsuzuki didn't appreciate and love the attention the doctor lavished on him, but evenings alone in front of the fireplace were nice, too. But how to bring it up?

Sighing softly, he looked over at his lover, his heart squeezing at the sight. Silvery hair feathered into a tangle over elegant brows, softening sharp, aristrocratic features. Silver lashes dusting against high cheekbones, thin pale lips slightly parted. A smooth alabaster chest lifting up and down in steady measure.

As always, Tsuzuki was taken aback by how innocent and deliciously vulnerable the beautiful pale man appeared, so heart-stoppingly gorgeous. It was all he could do to reach out and press his lips against Muraki's, press his naked, needy body against his larger lover's and beg shamelessly to be taken.

The brunette bit his lip, feeling his cock twitch.

Damn! I can't be late for work! Not again!

Although, the last two times were Tsuzuki's doing. Unable to resist, he had found himself kissing the sleeping doctor's sensual mouth again and again practically ravishing it until the doctor's eyes opened at first in astonishment and then in utter delight. In a split second, the pale man's arms wound tightly around his lithe body and soon, Tsuzuki was helpless to the doctor's fierce possessiveness.

Tsuzuki blushed, remembering how vocal he had been, his voice hoarse from his screams. Begging and crying for release, the doctor managed to wring out every moan and gasp from him.

And the guardian was unbelieveably late! He never seen Tatsumi that furious! Although, the secretary did take a bit of pity on him when Tsuzuki complained of a sore throat!

No! Not again!

The brunette nodded and made up his mind. Ever so slowly, he slithered across the silk sheets, away from the arms of his lover, who still slumbered peacefully. With his whole body tense, Tsuzuki scooted inch by inch. Just then, Muraki let out a deep sigh, his elegant brows furrowing slightly. The Shinigami stopped, heart pounding as he held his breath waiting. When he was finally convinced that the doctor was dreaming, he moved again.

Dammit! If I was stronger against Kazutaka's advances, I'd just get up and get to work! I'm such a coward!

Further resolved, the guardian managed to slip out from Muraki's arm. Taking a deep breath and feeling more confident, he sat up, keeping his violet eyes fixed on the prone figure.

Shivering as his naked skin met the cool air, he started to push his way to the edge of the mattress.

"Which would probably take half a day as the bed is so huge!" the brunette thought ruefully.

"Almost there," he thought, feeling well pleased with himself. Putting his attention to the end of the bed, he went for it.

Suddenly, he yelped. Strong fingers clasped around his wrist, stopping him dead. His dark head spun around and clashed with silver eyes; silver eyes that were wide awake and glittering dangerously.

"Asato. Were you going somewhere?" his lover drawled, the fingers tightening a bit.

Tsuzuki gulped.

"J-just to get a glass of water and take a shower and-and some breakfast before," he stammered. "Before I go to work."

The doctor frowned.

"'Go to work,'" he repeated. "Go to work and leave me without saying good-bye?" Muraki shook his head.

"No. That won't do."

With a sharp tug, he pulled Tsuzuki back down. Before the brunette could blink, the doctor wrapped his arms around his dark-haired lover.

"That won't do at all," he growled.

"Kazutaka, please!" Tsuzuki squirmed against the strong hold, fighting to ignore how incredibly hard the doctor's naked body felt against his own.

"I can't be late again! Tatsumi will dock my pay and triple my paperwork!"

The doctor only tightened his hold.

"What does that matter? Simply quit. You are the most powerful Shinigami in Meifu. To be treated in such a demeaning manner is deplorable."

The brunette stilled. His face buried against Muraki's throat, relaxing his frame against his lover's.

"I'm treated fairly. I'm treated no more or less fairly than anyone else," he stated softly.

"Besides," he whispered into Muraki's chest. "It's usually my fault anyway."

The doctor reached for the brunette's chin to look at him, his steel eyes flashing.

"Asato, I won't have you say such things! Your powers are such that even you sometimes have trouble controlling it. But think of the countless lives you have saved! For Tatsumi-san or anyone else to forget that and treat you like a child, I won't stand for it."

Muraki was firm in his resolve to make certain that his lover didn't blame himself unnecessarily. He wanted Tsuzuki to realize how truly valued and cherished he was to others.

Muraki's features softened when he noticed how the beautiful brunette's violet orbs well up.

"Kazutaka," the guardian whispered.

Sighing, the doctor moved his hand from Tsuzuki's chin to stroke the smooth cheek.

"Forgive me, Asato. I shouldn't quarrel with you on such a beautiful morning," the doctor leaned a bit closer, brushing the guardian's plush lips with his own.

"Speaking of beautiful," he murmured, his eyes half-lidded. "Good morning, Asato."

Tsuzuki relaxed fully against his larger lover's body, his violet eyes glowing.

"Good morning, Kazutaka," he whispered back.

Lips touched tenderly. Tsuzuki couldn't resist tracing Muraki's bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, marveling at its sponginess.

"Like cake," he thought playfully.

Sensing Muraki was beginning to deepen their kiss, Tsuzuki pulled back, shaking his head, smiling.

"I have to get going, Kazutaka," he reminded his lover gently.

The doctor slender brows knotted.

"No."

Tsuzuki blinked.

Muraki knew he was being unreasonable, but he couldn't help it. It seemed only a couple of hours ago Tsuzuki walked through his door, cheerful and adorable, amethyst eyes shining. The pale man had a sumptuous dinner prepared, the highlight being four-layer chocolate cake, which bowled the guardian over.

Afterwards, they strode through the serene twilight garden, the sky wonderously streaked with bold slashes of reds, oranges, and purples. Abruptly, the silver blond pulled his lover into a private alcove at the end of the cobbled path and into his waiting arms where the kisses were fierce and abundant.

It wasn't long before they took their passionate embraces into the bedroom and began a delicious and leisurely exploration of each other's bodies.

Muraki closed his eyes. His beloved was so responsive, so superbly receptive to his mouth and hands. The doctor made sure that his lover was brought to ecstasy again and again as the brunette seemed to trust him so much more each time they came together.

Tsuzuki smiled at the way his lover scowled.

"He's cute when he pouts," he thought, as he began to untangle himself from pale limbs.

Deciding to try another approach, the doctor pulled him close and nuzzled his soft ear.

"I want you, Asato," he purred, his large hands gliding over his lover's lean naked form.

The brunette shuddered, his heart pumping loudly.

"But, Kazutaka," he protested, groaning when his lover squeezed his rump hard and nibbled his throat. "I'll be late and Tatsumi will be mad and so much paperwork and -- Oh!"

Violet eyes snapped open when a large hand boldly grasped his growing erection.

"Then we should hurry," Muraki breathed, stroking the slender length, smirking at his victory.

Taking his lover's cock more firmly in his fist, he pumped vigourously, pulling the brunette closer.

The guardian cried out, gripping the doctor's muscular shoulders and parting his thighs wider, his hips thrusting.

"That's right, Asato. Let your body go. Feel what I do to you,"

Muraki whispered into the brunette's ear, nipping at the delicate shell. He paused in his movements, his hand moved at the base of the weeping cock, cupping the balls and rolling them gently.

"Do you like that?" Silken voice thick with sex, his lips pressed against his lover's honeyed throat.

Seeing the brunette beauty like this, so wanton and needy, flushed and panting, aroused Muraki like nothing else.
Putting his own urgent needs aside for the moment, he attended to his beloved.

Tsuzuki whimpered, nodding weakly. "Y-yes!"

"Faster, Asato?" he teased, his hand continuing to roll the plump sacs, his other hand squeezing a firm ass cheek.

"Yes! Oh, Kazutaka!" the guardian pleaded, all rational thought evaporating, his body bent on release.

"Anything, Asato," his lover growled.

So prodded, the doctor licked the guardian's tanned throat, where the blood pulsed wildly underneath the warm skin, before sinking his teeth gently, his slamming up and down the slender cock relentlessly, his only goal in bringing his dark-haired beauty to climax.

Tsuzuki wailed at the assault, his hips thrusting madly in time to the wicked hand jerking him. The brunette shamelessly begged his lover for more and to his utter delight, Muraki obeyed.
Sensing his peak, he dug his fingers into the doctor's rock-hard back, arching as his seed spurted hotly against their torsos, moaning throughout.

Muraki grinned in triumph. He threaded his other fingers into dark silk hair, claiming his lover's panting mouth, as he continued milking the slender cock of every drop.

Tsuzuki clung weakly to Muraki as his body rode out the powerful force of his orgasm. Sighing deeply, he surrendered to his lover's arms as the pale man's lips dragged over his cheeks and jaw, murmuring adoring words of praise.

Tsuzuki smiled foolishly, feeling languid and happy as though floating on a billowy cloud. The doctor's arms tightened around him, whispering Tsuzuki's name and gently nudging his own throbbing erection against the brunette's small opening, as though seeking permission. The silver blonde desperate for release, rolled his hips against the brunette's.

The guardian's legs fell open, his violet eyes shining.

"Kazutaka," he breathed.

Muraki groaned as he slipped his thick length inside his lover's body, meeting no resistence, as the brunette was quite relaxed.

For a few moments, Muraki lay still, simply relishing in the pleasure of being wrapped in Tsuzuki's slender arms, his cock buried to the hilt in his lover's tight, heated depths. Lifting his head, he met Tsuzuki's radiant face, smiling.

"So beautiful," he rasped, rubbing his nose playfully with Tsuzuki's.

"Mmm, Kazutaka," the brunette whispered against Muraki's lips, his long legs wrapping around the doctor's slim waist.

"Hurry."

The doctor growled, smothering Tsuzuki's mouth, hips pounding furiously.

The dark-haired man welcomed each savage thrust, the sound of slapping skin being hit again and again. But being pinned to the mattress so, restricted his own movements. So he opened his thighs wider and returned his lover's scorching kiss.

"So good...so close," the pale man grunted each stab into the beautiful body beneath him, all suave seduction gone. Only the physical release to be had and much to the doctor's shock, it didn't take long to reach that pinnacle. Tearing his mouth away, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, his climax ripped through him, bucking his hips erratically.

Tsuzuki groaned weakly, feeling the hot seed pulse inside him, holding tightly to the doctor's trembling body.

With a shout, Muraki collapsed, his full weight pinning Tsuzuki to the soft mattress.

Both men lay sweaty and entangled in each other's arms, limbs languid and contemplated what had happened.

For Tsuzuki, the doctor's mastery of his body was all encompassing. The way his pale lover could just but look at him and he was completely enslaved. Tsuzuki smiled, his hands skimming the doctor's muscular back.

For Muraki, he was beginning to realize that this was not the first time he had lost complete control of his body. His initial inclination was to truly make Tsuzuki late and perhaps introduce a new position. But that plan quickly crumbled when his wide-eyed lover breathed his name. He climaxed much sooner than he would have liked. An interesting development.

"I hate you."

"A-Asato?" Muraki froze. Silver eyes wide, he lifted his head to read Tsuzuki's face.

"This time it's your fault that I'll be late," the guardian pouted.

However, he didn't seem too perturbed as he was leaning up to kiss the doctor's chin.

Muraki grinned as his body let out the tension he had been holding. For a minute, he thought...

"Your fault, actually. For being so irresistable," he was about to kiss his beloved fully, before he was unceremoniously flipped over and left sprawled on his back.

"Why, Asato! What a lovely surpri--"

"Can't. Be. Late!" the brunette scrambled hastily out of bed, stumbling as he made a mad dash to the bathroom.

Chuckling, the doctor watched his lover's naked body streak across the bedroom. He winced as the door was slammed. Sighing, he sat up and stretched, cracking his back in the process. Humming softly, he reached for his yukata as he slid gracefully out of bed.

A crash followed by a curse from the bathroom had Muraki standing alert at the door.

"Asato! Are you all right?"

"Fine, fine! I'll replace that!"

Not wanting to know what "that" was, the doctor shook his head. Then he stopped. A wicked thought sprang to mind.

"Do you need help, Asato?" he reached for the handle. "I could scrub your back."

"NO!!" came the outraged reply followed by the blast of the shower.

"Cold, cold, cold, cold..."

Muraki laughed, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Ah, well. Another time perhaps, ne?" Chuckling he walked across the room, into one of the other bathrooms to clean up.

TBC

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Cookies for reviews! Will do my darndest to get the next chapter up.