Ok, just the normal warnings up here... This is yaoi, so don't like, don't read. Otherwise, please enjoy these characters, who I do not own by the way. And feel free to review if you like it, or if you don't like it, or if you're just bored. I'm good for anything!

"Muraki! Get back here, bastard!" Hisoka ran after the escaping doctor, Tsuzuki following. The two partners rounded a corner and found nothing. Muraki was gone.

"Damn it, Tsuzuki! Why did you let him go?" Hisoka rounded on his partner who cowered under his cold glare. Hisoka sighed. "Sorry, I know you didn't do it on purpose. Let's go back." Tsuzuki nodded, looking down at his feet. They transported back to the office and gathered up their things, ready to go home after a long day in the field.

"Tsuzuki? Do you want to get some dinner? I'll pay." Hisoka offered, shrugging his jacket on and opening the door for his older partner.

"I would love to, but I can't tonight. I already made plans with Watari. You know he doesn't get out of his lab much." Tsuzuki smiled. "Maybe next time. I'll see you around, Hisoka." Tsuzuki walked out in front of the young blonde. Hisoka frowned and walked out the front door, transporting back to his apartment. Something about Tsuzuki was slightly off these days. Hisoka wasn't sure what it was and was hoping it was nothing bad.

Tsuzuki turned back from the stair case that led down to Watari's lab. Once he was sure Hisoka was gone, he walked out front and transported, on his own, to the world of the living. It was dark and as he was walking down a deserted street it began to rain. He came to rest in front of a small two story building, standing at the front door, debating whether or not to knock. A light came on downstairs and Tsuzuki lost his nerve, turning around and beginning to walk back down the street. The door opened and Tsuzuki walked a little faster. Unfortunately before he got far he heard running footsteps and felt arms encircle him.

"Now now, Mr. Tsuzuki. If I didn't know better I would think you wanted to see me." Tsuzuki was picked up and carried into the building. The familiar sight of a waiting room and stainless steel tables in the back no longer scared Tsuzuki. He felt himself being carried up the stairs and found himself in a comfortable living room, a fire burning in the grate. His captor set him down and Tsuzuki turned for the first time to gaze into two metallic silver eyes, long platinum blonde hair shading one side of his face.

"Hello, my love. How nice to see you today. Did you do anything interesting at work since I last saw you?" Muraki asked, motioning for Tsuzuki to sit at a table set for two.

"You have to stop murdering those innocent people! They have nothing to do with this." Muraki set a large plate of pasta in front of Tsuzuki and smiled.

"You know I do it all for you. Don't try to change this arrangement of ours. Besides, I know you're attracted to my dark side." Muraki smirked.

"I'm here on business, Muraki. Don't mess with me." Tsuzuki took a bite of his dinner and couldn't help closing his eyes in ecstasy.

"You say that, yet I know for a fact you haven't spent a single night on your own this past week." Tsuzuki blushed and finished his plate, refusing to look at Muraki.

"Well, I guess I'll be leaving now. Stop doing… bad things." Tsuzuki finished lamely. He stood up and attempted to walk out the door. He heard Muraki give a dark laugh behind him.

"All right, Mr. Tsuzuki. I shall play along with your games for a little longer." He stood up and closed the door before Tsuzuki could reach it, slamming his palm against the wooden frame, trapping Tsuzuki inside his arm.

"You're so cute when you resist me. Do continue." Muraki slipped an arm around Tsuzuki's waist, pulling him in for a tight hug. Tsuzuki melted in his arms, folding in and leaning his head back onto Muraki's shoulder.

"Come, my love. You can escape later. But for now, you are all mine." Muraki pulled Tsuzuki down a hallway and into a small bedroom. Seeing the bed, Tsuzuki got up his nerve again and tried to stand up and make a go for the door. Muraki saw this coming, however, and stopped him, pushing the slightly frantic shinigami down onto the bed.

"Do we really have to go through this every time you come to see me? Wouldn't it just be easier to give in? No? Well then, not to worry. No one can say you didn't try. You can just say I was so strong that I overpowered you." He smirked. Tsuzuki gave a slight whimper as Muraki climbed onto the bed on top of him.

Muraki reached to the bedside table and pulled out a rope, showing it to Tsuzuki and smiling sadistically. Tsuzuki tried to hide his already rope burned wrists but to no avail. Muraki pulled his arms above his dark hair and wrapped the rope around them with a strange gentleness. He tied the restraint tightly and leaned down to press his lips to Tsuzuki's for the first time that night.

"Mm… you taste good, my sweet." Muraki said, releasing Tsuzuki's lips and pulling back for a moment, ignoring the thin trail of saliva still connecting them. Tsuzuki was about to answer when Muraki leaned down again and forced his tongue back inside Tsuzuki's mouth, running it over his teeth and mingling their tongues together. Muraki moved his mouth to whisper in Tsuzuki's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Hm, Mr. Tsuzuki… it almost seems as if you're enjoying this. Am I correct to assume that you like being touched… here?" Muraki's hand had found its way under his shirt and up to Tsuzuki's nipple and proceeded to fondle it harshly.

"Ah, no, don't touch there!" Tsuzuki gasped, trying to breath normally. Muraki laughed, a low, dark, sexy laugh that had Tsuzuki dazed for a moment. That only the doctor's voice had the power to do that to him both scared and excited Tsuzuki.

"Didn't we agree we weren't going to pretend to be something we're not to each other? Stop trying to hide your attraction to me, Mr. Tsuzuki. I can tell, especially if I do this…" Muraki moved his mouth down to Tsuzuki's other nipple, licking it before giving a hard bite to the tip. Tsuzuki squirmed and whimpered again.

"You must stop making those adorable sounds. It only makes me want to ravish you even more." Muraki trailed his mouth down Tsuzuki's torso, biting, licking, and kissing lower and lower. His fingers undid the button to Tsuzuki's pants, sliding them off and throwing them to the ground. Once again, he pulled back to enjoy the sight of his beautiful, if somewhat reluctant, lover. He was laying on the bed with his eyes closed, a blush staining his smooth cheeks, a light sheen of sweat already beginning to appear. With his white dress shirt bunched near his neck and hands tied above his head, Tsuzuki looked helpless and alluring at the same time. He opened his eyes, revealing a hazy violet staring up in confusion.

"Is something wrong? Why did you stop?" Muraki shook his head. Tsuzuki continued to puzzle him. He would say one thing then turn around and say the complete opposite. That was one of the reasons Muraki was so obsessed with him. He bent low, kissing Tsuzuki again, surprising the man below him. His long slim fingers gently rubbed the hard bump in Tsuzuki's silk boxers, eliciting a low moan from Tsuzuki. Muraki unbuttoned his own white pants, slipping them off where they joined the growing pile of fabric on the floor. He rubbed his own erection against Tsuzuki's, the smaller man arching his back to become closer. Muraki had had enough when Tsuzuki bucked his hips up, creating almost unbearable friction between the two of them. Muraki slipped Tsuzuki's underwear off, finally bearing him, and gave the underside of his cock a quick lick. Tsuzuki panted and Muraki continued, biting the tip and taking it into his mouth once, sucking in as much as he could.

"Muraki- I- I'm going to…" Tsuzuki barely managed to get out, but then Muraki stopped. He looked up at Tsuzuki, smirking.

"Sorry, my love. What was that? I couldn't hear you." Tsuzuki moaned at the discomfort of waiting.

"Muraki… please?" Tsuzuki pleaded. He was obviously so far gone from reality, his eyes hazy with need.

Muraki instead offered Tsuzuki three fingers to suck on. He did as he was told and covered them, moving his tongue around and getting them nice and wet. Muraki took one of those fingers and slid it into Tsuzuki's hot opening. Tsuzuki mewled like a kitten as Muraki stuck another one in, plunging in and out in preparation. After a third was squeezed in, Muraki stopped and pulled them out.

Tsuzuki tensed up as if in preparation for what came next. Muraki removed his underwear as well and slid into Tsuzuki, going slowly at first but coming back out and plunging in again. They picked up speed, Tsuzuki raising his hips to meet Muraki.

"Muraki! I-" Tsuzuki threw his head back and shuddered as he came, splattering the two of them with his hot sticky semen. Seeing that, Muraki was nearing his peak. After one more savage shove, Muraki came as well, his seed filling up Tsuzuki as the doctor collapsed on top.

"Muraki… I was-" Tsuzuki started to say something, but was cut off by a quick kiss.

"Isn't it time you started calling me by my first name, Asato?" Tsuzuki shivered, hearing his name voiced by Muraki.

"Um… Kazutaka? What is it about you that draws me in? I don't understand why I'm so weak all the time!" Tsuzuki was getting worked up, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. Muraki took a thumb and wiped his eyes clear before reaching up to untie his bonds.

"You don't know yet? It's your dark side manifesting itself. We both come from darkness, so it's only natural to be infatuated with the other." Tsuzuki rubbed his wrists together, noticing that Muraki had somehow gotten his watch off without him noticing.

"Where's my watch? I need it!" Tsuzuki looked frantically around, but Muraki stopped him, grabbing his right wrist and kissing the old scars there.

"I think they're beautiful, Asato. They are a part of you, are they not? They make an enchanting pattern mixed with your rope burns." Tsuzuki blushed, beginning to regain the sense of wrongness for the situation. Tsuzuki closed his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment at what he had just done. Muraki laughed at him, seeing right through his pretenses, but allowed him to sleep, rolling off of him to rest next to him, their hands entwined under the covers.