um... Muraki-sensei made me do it. He all but wrote this himself. I really, really hope never to write about these two again. If anyone would like to take the 'good' doctor out of my head, please do.
He moved beneath the sheets, stretching his oh-so-slightly sore muscles. He would hardly say he was happy, but at that moment he felt quite content. Exercise was truly good for the soul as well as the body. Slowly, he rose to a sitting position, casually reaching for a cigarette. He was startled to notice his exercise partner was hastily grabbing clothes and stumbling out of bed.
"Leaving so soon, Tsuzuki-san?" His words were slow and his smile playful, but the hand that grabbed the other man's wrist was quick, and the force with which he pulled was strong enough that Tsuzuki fell back onto the blankets.
"But..you...uh..." Tsuzuki stammered. Eloquent as ever.
"Don't you think it's rude to rush off?" He scolded gently. Truthfully, he had planned on dismissing him shortly; he certainly didn't want to pass time out of the bedroom with his new pet. But he didn't enjoy being pre-empted. Not by anyone.
"I...I'm sorry." Tsuzuki sat on the bed, fingers nervously toying with his clothes. Muraki leaned over and pushed the clothes onto the floor, causing Tsuzuki to flinch. Was it only minutes ago the man was leaning into his every caress, contorting his body for greatest effect, begging for the emptiness in him to be completely filled... Well, he supposed he couldn't be faulted in that respect.
"You wouldn't need to apologize so often if you were more considerate in the first place." Muraki smiled as he spoke, knowing how easily he could command this pet. Tsuzuki blushed and continued to study the pattern of the blanket.
"I...I thought you'd want me to... I mean... no one..." Another incomplete sentence, although the thought was communicated well. Breifly, Muraki wondered who had trained his Tsuzuki into a passionate bed partner who barely waited to come before going? Truly, the man would have served well for one-night stands. Physical pleasures with no consequences. But as good as sex was, Muraki was all about consequences. He lived for them.
"Hush." He laid his hand firmly over Tsuzuki's mouth as he considered what to do next. Dismissal was most convenient, but not just yet. He didn't want to 'cuddle' or any of those things one did with lovers. Tsuzuki was not his lover. Tsuzuki was his toy and one either played with toys or discarded them. Muraki smiled, allowing a hint of his plans to show in his expression. Really, he had no choice in the matter.
Roughly, Muraki shoved Tsuzuki down. He heard a sharp crack as the man's head struck the wall and felt the rush of air when Tsuzuki gasped into his hand. Surprise, pain,pleasure, it didn't matter. Tsuzuki's eyes were still fearful, but they'd lost the confused look; replacing it with a twisted eagerness Muraki was beginning to dislike. The horrorfied anticipation angered him, made him feel as though he were the one being used, and his rage coloured each rough caress. It had to hurt, but Tsuzki's bruises were healed almost before Muraki could move his hands. It encouraged more violence, but with the same effect. The joys of an unbreakable doll were quickly burried the lack of damage that could be done to it. No risk makes for little fun.
This time, Tsuzuki didn't quickly creep from the bed. He remained nervously silent as Muraki lit the cigarette he'd discarded early, shifting his eyes from the blanket to the floor, anywhere but Muraki. To be so deeply feared was far more thrilling than being loved. He enjoyed the twitching from the corner of his eye through half the cigarette.
"Ah, how rude of me!" Muraki casually exhaled so the smoke would drift just below Tsuzuki's face. "Do you want a cigarette, Tsuzuki-san?"
"Uh..no thanks." Muraki smoked for a couple of minutes, pretending to ignore Tsuzuki fidgeting. Much more amusing that way. Reaching the filter, he stubbed out his cigarette and looked up, eyes widening in apparent surprise.
"Oh, you can go now." He knew the icy color of his eye perfectly complimented the dismissive tone. Tsuzuki jumped, then obediently gathered up his clothes.
"Eh, well,..." Dressed, Tsuzuki fumbled for the appropriate words. Muraki found it disturbing. He hoped the man wasn't developing a crush.
"Do you still hate me, Tsuzuki-san?" It would have been a shame if one night of sex left this doll unwilling to play their game later.
"Yes."
"Good." Muraki picked up a medical journal that had been lying on his end table and pretended to read while trying to decide if sex with Tsuzuki was worth Tsuzuki.
He heard his front door slam shut and smiled.
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