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[ xsayhellotosunshinex ] Will You be There, Will You Save Me? [ Muraki ]
Watari busied himself in his lab, not really wanting to do actual work, but finding himself unable to leave in the middle of a few of his experiments. They were time-controlled, and that was something he didn't want to leave open for mistakes. These were very delicate and to ruin them for Tatsumi....seemed plausible but not quite the right thing to do.
He headed for his computer, typing away happily, before realizing that he had set the timer wrong; the experiments would be ruined, either way. A sigh left him, but soon he perked and out of the lab he ran, heading for the secretary's office. He knocked gently on the door, giddy and excited to see his Tatsumi after a good deal of working that day. Coughing harshly, the brunet whimpered a little. His arms and legs were bound, and he felt solid earth beneath him. It was almost like he was trapped in a cell...until he opened those amethyst eyes and realized it was more of a cage. He slowly sat up, attempting to rub his head but to no avail; the chains on his arms were too tight. He was forced to bend over to scratch at his ear, looking around in alarm. "Hisoka?" That was the last person he had been with. Wait, not it wasn't. "Muraki!" He knew he'd be here. |
It had been a long morning, he had more work then he had planned on. Now of course at the last minute, the bureau and the Chief had decided to grant him with the pleasure of redoing the entire fiscal income report for the last decade. With main focus upon the last three. "Dammit Tsuzuki, this is your fault you glutton." He complained to the air for Tsuzuki was gods knew where doing who cared what. That baka was such a fool though, always spending beyond the means of the budget on trifles to eat. Then again one couldn't complain much when with a puppy dog look destroyed the resolve to resist him.
Bent over the desk with his calculator, papers and pens of varying colors all with a specific purpose he began, deciding to try working from the most recent past and go back from there. Maybe it would make it easier to see where the discrepancies began. At least most of the records where in his on hand, he just hoped for that to ease his burden. Placing a hand upon his own neck, he worked slightly at a tense muscle. And started to dig in to his given task. Just then he heard a small light tapping at his door and lost track of what he had added up in his head. "Shit," he mumbled. "Enter..." On top of the world, he felt as he worked his way through the city towards his most current dwelling. For once things were well, his puppet was claimed at last. Closing his eyes for a moment he went back to the night before, to the moment when he saw his beloved and knew that finally everything would be right... Ah, but now was not the time he had to continue forward and get back. For he saw his love waking in the cage, confused and innocent but yet not innocent he knew. ((OOC: Hope this lives up to what you are looking for...?)) |
Watari entered jovially, flamboyantly bouncing in and hopping onto the desk beside his lover's face. He smiled that devious smile he got when he wanted something. Pushing the paper down with one hand, he pressed a kiss to his over-worked lover's forehead. "Good night, Sumi?" he questioned, expecting to be taken a bit more seriously than usual. He had had an exceptional day, really, in the end it was always good because of his precious Tatsumi.
Whimpering a little more, the male tried his best to stand, coughing again. He felt like his lungs were full of liquid, but...he could never tell anymore. "Mnn...Muraki!" He called again, hacking a moment and spitting blood. He couldn't escape; there was something in here draining his strength. |
Looking up at the man that could be so exasperating at the best of times, he let a small smirk escape his exhausted form.
"Not really, love. I have loads of paperwork to finish for the bureau and Chief and taking you just sat on half of it...the half that was in order and put it into disarray. Well, to say the least my work just got a lot harder. I guess I'll be taking a break after all though." With that he rose and went to the filing cabinet placing a few records back, before they too were made a mess due to his overzealous lover. He closed the filing cabinet and turned returning to his love, taking his hands and spreading his lovers legs so that he could step between them. Looking down at his lover he placed a hand upon his cheek caressing it and bent forward claiming his lovers lips just for a moment. After releasing him Tatsumi looked deep into his lovers eyes. Knowing that he wanted something from him since the moment he had bounced into the room. For Watari was always overly hyper when he wanted something. He smirked at the knowing and asked, "How was your day love? What is it that you have come hear wanting my love?" With that he placed his hands upon his lovers hips and pulled them closer. Placing a few light kisses upon his lovers neck. He finished, "Tell me before I punish you for wreaking such havoc upon my files." Entering the room of his beloved silently, Muraki took a deep breath taking in his puppets scent, for there was nothing he had come across that was as beautiful. He approached the cage seeing his beloved lying there on his side, he knew...he did not want him to die. Not that he could easily be killed. Reaching into the cage, he tightened the line that hung within. Releasing a new blessing upon it so as to recharge it keeping his toy in line. Releasing the charm he turned from the cage and lit a piece of incense. It would bring on the healing, for he wanted his toy healthy before he ripped him apart. He filled a water glass and returned to the cage. Reaching in he poured some into his pets mouth a little bit saying after he had finished, "Spit it out, clear your throat." |
"Mm...what do I usually come for from you, Sumi?" Watari purred at the closeness, but the thoughts of being punished made him shiver in delight. Tatsumi's punishments were always so fun and he was very tempted to wait until one befell him. He leaned forward a bit and captured his lips, eyes flitting shut and mouth opening for him, wanting to set an example and get himself dominated like only Tatsumi could.
Most people would find it strange that such a happy-go-lucky, flamboyant male could ever want such damnation, such complete and utter dominance....and even some pain. Dirty talk, all sorts of things when on behind closed doors with the pair of them, and he loved it all. Tsuzuki did what he had been told without thinking, swishing the water around his mouth to wet it and spitting, laying there defenselessly. "M-muraki...what...are you doing?" He questioned, panting and looking rather weak. |
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