The threesome! And sweet stuff! And hot sex right from the start (of the chapter, since we are halfway through the story anyway)! And bad news! Boo. Because me and Ring-chan are in contact anymore, the fic can’t be continued. Until we re-establish our co-writership, this will be the final chapter. Sorry. But you can toss your imagination into the mix to cook up the ending you want, so um… consolation prize? *runs away*

Synopsis: A Yami no Matsuei chain-fic written in a forum. Touda watches as his master reunites with his old flame, but is that enough?

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Joint effort by Seluna & ringhelediel_ruzdreg

Chapter 4 – Muraki & Tsuzuki & Touda

Maybe it was the sheer coldness of the night. Maybe it was his jealousy and resentment. Maybe…

Touda looked down at his lower half of the body. Then he shifted his attention back at the two. And then he looked at himself again, only this time his cheeks were burning hot, like his aching pleasure-tool. His tall lean body mobilized itself and as if the window was a big magnetic field and he was the steel, pressed itself on it and continued sticking to it as his hand work its way down… down below. His gaze now drifting far far away into the room that was keeping the shinigami and his fucking delicious doctor incarcerated.

“Like that, baby. Do it like that…” he said as his slender figure folds itself inwards, feeling the full pleasure of Tsuzuki’s burning cavern. The shinigami knows how to make Muraki, the heartless psychotic bastard moan and groan and scream in a lascivious submission.

His slick wet tongue ran the full course of the doctor’s length, and then shifted underneath it whilst strengthening his suction. His teeth gritted the shaft and elicited a sharp breath from Muraki. Tsuzuki purposely buried his face in Muraki’s groin and pushed him by his body weight onto the nearby bed. Yes. The bed that had witnessed and experienced Touda’s heaven and hell.

Honestly so, the doctor did not see this coming and fell backwards like a normal human, giggling from Tsuzuki’s antics. Or rather from Tsuzuki’s skilled mouth that refuses to let go. His strong grip on Muraki’s hips also tells the doctor that his sometimes gullible and funny lover can also become a sex conoisseur. Thanks to him anyway.

Tsuzuki’s tongue probed the tip of Muraki’s shaft and tasted some precum in his mouth; and then abruptly after he gave Muraki the last strong suction, he lets go of his lover and sat on his knees.

The Shinigami gave Muraki a sly…. very sly smile.

Muraki couldn’t help but frown a little, as if trying to decipher every single gesture of his young (?!) lover. This, let out a small boyish giggle from Tsuzuki who was deliberately stalling the pleasure Muraki’s manhood was seeking. He knew better than anyone else what the doctor wants. And that’s to take him in whole. It was a mind game. One trying to overpower the other and likewise. Men. Ego runs in their blood faster than the Yangtze river.

“Do you know what I like, Muraki?” he purred, propelling himself to the floor and walking towards the fridge. His movement was of grace and seduction, unparalleled by any other creature known to Man. And he was teasing as usual. Tonight might very well be his night. The idea of screwing two men who are supposed to be screwing *him* makes his immortal blood cold and freezing his sanity.

“Getting a good fuck?” Muraki answered in a tone ever so manly, his masculine grace in the pale shade of snow giving out signals of raw desire.

“Maybe…” he trailed off, rolling his eyes elsewhere in a jesting manner. Tsuzuki’s lips curled as he has his back on the fridge, his skillful hands opening the frozen chamber in search for some *cooling* aphrodisiac maybe.

Muraki stretched himself and placed his hands behind his head, his gaze never cease to leave the brunette. He was watching every languid movement absent-mindedly orchestrated to raise his pleasure. Tsuzuki got on the bed again, behind him something cold he held in his grasp.

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“Guess what I’ve got?” Tsuzuki crawled slowly, felinely, on top of Muraki and dipped his head to capture the doctor’s pale lips in a slow kiss. Still holding to his icy treat behind with a hand, Tsuzuki pulled back from the kiss, careful to deprive his lover of the contact he needs.

“Knowing you, it’s probably something edible and sweet. Tsuzuki, you won’t be keeping the ice-cream to yourself, will you?” Muraki murmured huskily as he tried hard to control his increasingly tense body.

“Nope~ I’ll enjoy it with you.” The brunette produced a tub of Dreyers with a flourish, peeling the lid open to reveal the white and red of raspberry flavored ice-cream inside. Tsuzuki then set his hungry amethyst eyes on Muraki’s body, “Now… where do we start tasting?”

Muraki squirmed unconsciously under the shinigami’s hot intense stare that roamed his body torturously slowly, making the places where Tsuzuki’s eyes passed burn and grow sensitive with flames of lust. He know that Tsuzuki is deliberately dragging this out, wanting to savor this hard to come by moment with everything he has got. Muraki privately thought that he taught the shinigami very well indeed.

Tsuzuki grinned, a mix of his unique sexiness and boyish enthusiasm, and his eyes stopped their roaming. He dipped a finger into the tub and later positioned it somewhere above the doctor’s body, pointing downwards. Some of the melted sweet ice dripped down, and Muraki shivered when the cold touched his sensitized skin.

“Let’s start here.”

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Intuitively he licked them as he woould an ice cream, and Muraki lavished the fact that he’s got Tsuzuki’s warm, wet tongue bathing his gorgeous body with his saliva, cleaning up any trace of his favorite thing in the whole wide world. But then again, he can’t possibly let his Tsuzuki have all the fun orchestrating tonight’s show. Of course, not in front of a loyal audience.

He smirked; part from the pleasure Tsuzuki was showering him with as he was urging closer to his lower abdomen, and part from the presence of another *being* that’s watching them and certainly making himself *feel* as if he was one of the actors. Not a normal human being; that perfectly sums the doc up. So its pretty damn logical for him to see Touda even when a normal human’s eyes would betray him from their sight. His head tilted a little to the direction in which the broken glass had settled, platinum eyes scanned for the remains of the sliding glass door from where he could “sense” the other man’s presence.

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Touda’s dark eyes melted into the place where Tsuzuki was lapping at. He wished he was there. Not as a substitute for Muraki but rather, with them. Because they looked complete with each other. And he wanted to feel that, even if it’s just for one time. His animal curiosity never ceases to amaze himself. He realized he was touching himself and was barely keeping it down. A moment passed and his eyes roamed the lovers now spread on the bed, and he was pretty thrown aback as he came upon platinum gaze enslaving the darkest parts of his soul. Pretty long lashes covered them, and there it was again, that same piercing gaze, decorated with a sexy smirk that makes the doctor’s lips curl. Touda then felt a cold shiver traveling down his spine. He swallowed hard and backed off by a fraction of an inch, and followed Muraki’s eyes that were directing him to the man that had conquered him.

A mental messaged travelled within cold air, and Tsuzuki looked up to Muraki only to be smothered with hungry lips. The sudden aggression he was treated to was a sign of pure lust and desire. A message that could only be interpreted as “I want you. Now.” Not that he was complaining either. He was wondering how long Muraki’s gonna torture the poor guy outside with his ministrations.

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As he watched the very desirable couple kissed deeply, Touda sank to his knees and panted as inaudibly as he can manage. He felt as if his own flames are burning him inside, driving him crazy with the maddening increase of lust. He craved to have the fire extinguished, but he could not do it alone. His naughty hands have seen to that and it is not working. If anything, what his hands are doing are making him hotter. Watching as the platinum hair Apollo dipped a finger into the ice-cream and trailing that cold finger down his master’s spine, watching as the doctor kissed his way down the path drawn out by the sweet treat and nearing the one sunken place that is slowly enticing away his sanity, watching as the purple eyed shinigami arched his back and tossed back his head in anticipation for Muraki’s once again coated finger to touch his tight entrance… Touda lost it and groaned out one word with desperate hunger.

“Please…”

Smirking at the sight of Tsuzuki sighing and squirming with wanton abandonment as his slender digit entered the hole, Muraki slided his tongue over his dry upper lips before turning to look at the dark haired man outside. His silver eyes gleamed in wicked light as he drawled, using Tsuzuki’s nickname for the shikigami, “Please what, Tou-chan?”

Touda fixed his feverish eyes on the pale man and frowned ever so slightly, more in haze than in anything negative. As the fire of his desire got worst, he slowly lost touched with his mind. All that Touda know now, is to get rid of the burning heat in his body.

“Hot…” Touda whispered, his hand involuntarily stroking his aching desire, corresponding to the movement of the doctor’s finger. The shikigami gasped, in echo to Tsuzuki’s sharp inhaling of breath, when Muraki inserted another finger to pleasure Tsuzuki, while those mesmerizing silver eyes are still lazily taking in Touda’s trembling form.

“Come here then.” Muraki smiled, a genuinely evil but inviting smile. Touda, in his state, couldn’t help but complied as he crawled over to where his master is moaning almost constantly. He did not even stop when he cut himself on the shattered pieces of glass that still littered the floor. Touda, is now caught in Muraki’s web too.

As the shikigami reached the bed, his face was immediately tilted up by a strong force and his mouth taken by Muraki. Dazed, he could only stare into the twin pools of silver as his mouth is, shall we say, thoroughly invaded and explored the the doctor’s experienced and nimble mouth and tongue.

“You are so delicious, Tou-chan.” Muraki murmured against Touda’s lips before he playfully nipped the bottom one, nibbling on the sensitive pink skin gently. To make his exploration easier, he removed his hand from Tsuzuki’s ass, pulled the shikigami up the bed, and began to roam both his hands and his thin lips all over the dark-haired beauty in front of him.

“Muraki…” Tsuzuki growled in dissatisfaction when the source of his pleasure was moved away. But when he saw his shikigami writhing from the touch and movements of his lover’s talented hands and mouth, he could help but developed an idea, which quickly turned into action after he heard the words escaping from Touda’s desperate mouth.

“Hot… please…”

The shinigami shifted on the bed towards the abandoned tub of ice-cream, his heat-filled amethyst gaze still fixed on the two lovely beings that are touching each other, driving each other higher and hotter in lust and pleasure. He grinned, his eyes lighting up, when he saw what happened to the content of the tub. “Perrrfect.”

“What is perfect, Asato?” Muraki half-turned his face to eye his brunette lover with the corner of his platinum eyes before gnawing lightly into Touda’s neck and sliding his tongue over the reddened spot over and over again. The effect on the bite, combined with the caresses the doctor was giving to his ‘patient’, drew out a low moan that no doubt heightened the other two naked men’s desires.

Tsuzuki held up the tub in his hands and moved it above the unknowing Touda who had his eyes shut tightly to endure the pleasurous torture the silver haired man showered on him. Grinning in childish enthusiasm, the purple-eyed man tipped the tub and let the half-melted content flow directly over the shikigami’s well-shaped body.

Touda snapped his eyes opened and gasped when the cool liquid ice-cream came into contact with his chest and slowly, torturously, made its way down his abdomen, to his alluring legs and his ‘outstanding’ asset. His eyes, wide and glazed, met a pair of devious violet orbs which swiftly moved closer towards him to stop when warm lips touched his slightly opened mouth.

Muraki looked appreciatively at his shinigami kissing the ice-cream covered Touda, slowly and gently at first, then progressing to an urgent, aggressive and passionate french kiss. His gaze then moved downwards at the spilled sweet treat that is all over the dark-haired shikigami. Not wanting to waste Tsuzuki’s ‘good intentions’, he leaned forward and lapped gingerly at the ice-cream on Touda’s chest.

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He knew certainly what his shinigami was capable of, so to keep his own sanity he had to do something….

So he proceeded to lick the ice cream while he gets his hands mad busy spreading the cold, caressing liquid onto Touda’s inner thighs. He spreads some more of them, and now with this wicked idea in his head, his fingers gently tracing the ice cream, slowly melting down into Touda’s firm buttocks.

He smiled in his head, and glanced at his brunette lover who was on top of his shikigami, suckling at the erected nub of Touda’s swollen nipple as the shikigami gave into his master’s venomous mouth. He tugged slightly at the brunette’s hair, making their contact even closer, and everytime Tsuzuki’s hair was tugged, his body seems to react in the sexiest way Touda could ever imagine. Not forgetting the doctor who’s simply watching Tsuzuki’s body move up and down, wrapping himself around Touda as he ravages the shikigami’s sensitive skin around the neck , making lovebites that might take weeks to heal.

The platinum haired man slithered down to reach Touda’s most hidden part, and when he got there he was a little surprised to feel the weight of his lover on his head. Tsuzuki was looking for some serious “friction”. And he was settling for the doctor’s silky smooth hair. Not that he was complaining though.

Touda jerked his lower body, shocked to find that his neglected manhood’s now been tended to by Muraki. He hissed as he felt Muraki’s tongue piercing into his body, hungrily hunting for the sweet spot that would make him see stars even before he gets a nice fuck. He bucked his hips to get more of the doctor’s tongue, at the same time lavishing on Tsuzuki’s that was in his mouth. He knew he would get greedy. In his head he apologized in a sarcastic thought as he pulled Tsuzuki’s head away from his face and tries to whisper something to his master’s ear. Tsuzuki could barely understand Touda as his voice was husky and it came with some serious groanings and moanings that escaped his mouth as Muraki explored him. At last Touda gritted his teeth to control himself, and he’d managed to get the message through to Tsuzuki somehow.

“Yoroshiku ne… Tou-chan…” whispered Tsuzuki to his shikigami’s ear as he retreated from on top of Touda and laid beside Muraki and his shikigami. He watched for a few seconds to the point where Touda reaches his orgasm from Muraki’s ministrations, and proceeded with the secret plan that Touda had in mind.

“Hnn… ah… Muraki…” moaned Touda in satisfaction.

“Yes, Tou-chan… don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to make me do.”

A smirk and a vicious grin and Tsuzuki’s back in the game.

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