Can't Run from doctor

Title: Can't Run from Doctor

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Only the fanfic.

Warnings: Violence and forced sex/rape. Dark Themes.

Summary: Tsuzuki and Hisoka finally get the break they deserve from their hectic lives as shinigamis. Unfortunately for them, a certain doctor has got an eye on both of his favourite play things.

Author's Note: Future Threesome. Mind Control. I published this story ages ago but I had decided to revise and edit it. I am reposting all of the chapters. Enjoy and let me know what you think about the story.


Chapter 1

"Don't."

Hisoka let out a raw gasp. He threw his head back onto a broad shoulder, unable to say any more. His muscles were so taut that they quivered like a bowstring. Pleasure racked through his body making him squirm like a mouse caught in a trap. No matter how much he struggled he could not get his hands free. They were pinned very firmly behind his back by the Doctor who had rested his chin on the boy's shoulder to take a better look.

"There is a better technique."

Hisoka was trapped between the two larger males with the doctor's hard chest pressed up against his back and Tsuzuki's mouth between his legs. The amethyst-eyed man lifted his head up from between Hisoka's trembling pale legs to glare at Muraki. He placed a swift kiss on the younger shinigami's hipbone before sitting up and closing in. He cupped Hisoka's flushed tear-stained cheek but continued to glare at the silver haired man who was watching him with the eyes of a snake.

"I know what I'm doing Doctor." He growled. "Let him go. He doesn't want you. Your presence here is unnecessary."

The silver haired man chuckled. "That's too bad." He grasped a handful of blonde hair and pulled the locks back which made Hisoka growl out 'Bastard.'. Muraki licked the delicate neck making the smaller blonde tremble in a mixture of disgust and want. "You can be so hurtful Mr. Tsuzuki. After all, it is only because of me that you have the confidence to touch the boy like this. Would you like me to teach you? Especially since we now have the opportunity to play with such a pretty doll."

The smaller shinigami snarled and reacted violently to the word doll. He felt hot and sick and terrified all at once. His heart was hammering behind his rib cage and his chest was rising and falling quickly in panic. He was trapped between the one person that he cared about the most and the one person that he despised with all his entity. The darkness and possessive emotions swirling about the empath was making his stomach lurch.

"Let me go!" Hisoka demanded. His scalp was hurting from the way his hair was being pulled back.

Tsuzuki ran a hand through his own disheveled brown hair. The older shinigami did not look happy with the way that things had turned out however he did not seem to be trying hard enough to push the Doctor away either and this panicked Hisoka.

"Tsuzuki! Fucking hell! Tsuzuki don't just sit there. Do something! Get this bastard off me. Why are you looking at me like that? What did you do to him Muraki?!"

Somehow, Hisoka had managed to get loose and was just about to land a slap on the brunette's face to snap him back to reality, but Tsuzuki caught the boy's wrist just in time.

Deep inside, Tsuzuki was feeling a lot of conflict. He knew that he was not thinking straight or more like, he found it difficult to put thoughts together in his mind. His mind was clouded and whenever he tried to remember something it went blank and he was earned with a splitting headache. All he could do was feel and observe the situation. And right now it felt good when he touched the boy.

This Doctor that was holding his Hisoka was in all white and had the look of an angel. His eyes, however, were like the gateways to hell. He was a beautiful man but his aura was deadly. A shiver of fear and delight ran down Tsuzuki's spine when Muraki fixed his silver eyes upon him. He had to admit, the man was devastatingly attractive. On the other hand there was something about that boy, something that made Tsuzuki's chest tighten and send alarm bells ringing through his head. Tsuzuki had this strong longing to snatch the boy away from this devilish attractive man. He wanted to hold that small body in his arms and keep him safe from the rest of the world. Tsuzuki was shocked to find that this was a very familiar feeling.

Then Tsuzuki looked down at the fragile wrist that he had caught in his large hand. There was something attractive in how vulnerable and delicate it looked.

He felt a strong need to crush it.

"What are you thinking of in that beautiful head of yours?"

The older shinigami looked up to see a smirk directed at him.

"T-tsuzuki?" Hisoka gulped. He witnessed a silent agreement being exchanged between the two men and when Tsuzuki's eyes turned to fix their attention at him, Hisoka foreshadowed doom on his part. Those were the eyes of a predator. They looked like Muraki's eyes; the eyes from his nightmare.

"Let's play."

This time Hisoka wasn't sure which one of them had said it first.

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Flashback to a couple of days ago.

"Ah! Isn't this great?" sighed Tsuzuki as his tired body made contact with the soft white duvet. "Chief sure is generous for letting us have a break in such a wonderful place." He closed his eyes and rested his hands behind his head.

Hisoka drew the blinds open and gazed at the sun setting on the horizon. Golden beams of sunlight basked the room in a warm glow. Orange, red and pink hue was fading slowly, giving way to the deep purple and blue of approaching twilight. The resort itself was perched on a hill where it was much more calmer compared to the bustling life of the seaside town below. "What an amazing view."

Tsuzuki turned to his partner. It was one of those rare moments where Hisoka did not have his trademark frown plastered on his face. Dirty blonde hair framed the soft curves of the younger shinigami's face making him appear even younger than his teenage form. It was funny though. Hisoka looked to be in his ripe years of youth yet his eyes held all the sorrows of the world.

"Do you know what else is wonderful about this place?" Tsuzuki said.

Hisoka glanced at the man who shinned in delight. "Hm?"

"Do you want to know?"

Urged by curiosity, the younger shinigami went to sit on his bed cross legged and faced Tsuzuki. "What is it?"

"It is just wonderful!"

He blinked. He was really curious now. "Tell me."

"They're having a banquet tonight."

"Ok."

"With a HUGE dessert selection!"

"…"

"Isn't it great?" squealed Tsuzuki in his puppy mode. His fluffy tail was wagging in delight. Hisoka looked at his partner, who is supposedly 80 years his senior, with a strange look. "After all, dessert is one of the four essential meals of the day. Isn't it exciting? Anything you can eat eve-ry evening. The best part is that we don't have to pay for it." the shinigami bounced on his bed excitedly. Hisoka sighed but could not resist the small upturn of his lips.

"Idiot."

The puppy dog-ears drooped automatically. "How mean."

Hisoka ignored him and lay down on his bed.

Tsuzuki looked confusingly at his partner's small form, "Are you not coming?"

The other waved a hand at him, "I'm not that hungry. I'm tired."

The man sighed but then smiled. "Alright then." It's not like Hisoka ever ate that much anyways. "I'll save you something."

"No need. There won't be anything left with your appetite." The older shinigami laughed and leaned over to ruffle the boy's messy hair only to have his hand slapped away.

"Alright, alright. I'm going."

At the banquet

"Excuse me Miss."

"Yes sir?"

"You don't happen to have anymore of those lovely apple pies?"

"Of course sir." sweat dropped the pretty waitress as she collected the pile of empty dishes.

"Thank you. And can you please send my regards to the chef?"

"Y-yes sir." squeaked the waitress struggling to carry the dishes. Another waitress came over to assist her.

"Let me help you."

"Don't worry about it sir. Just sit back and relax." they smiled at him. They entered the kitchen together and said gravely in unison. "The customer wants another apple pie."

"That is one hell of an appetite he's got." Wolf-whistled the chef as another apple pie magically appeared from the oven.

"He sends his regards Chef."

The other waitress giggled. "I wonder how he stays in such good shape. I heard that he is with his younger brother or a friend."

"You don't say? The receptionist mentioned that they are very special guests."

"Sorry to interrupt ladies but there is work needing done." said the chef sternly.

"Yes Chef." chanted the girls and scurried back to their jobs.

"One double crusted-apple pie. Enjoy." smiled the waitress and placed the plate of delicious dessert in front of the joyful man.

"Thank you very much!" The sweet aroma of fresh apples drifted into the man's nostrils. It was truly one of mankind's most delicious creations, at least according to Tsuzuki. As the brunette bit into the pastry, sweetness filling his senses, he thought about how it was such a shame for Hisoka to not join him tonight. Of course there will be lots of other occasions to spend with his partner as they had a whole week booked at the resort.

As Tsuzuki reached for his fourth slice, he felt the creeping sensation of being watched. He paused momentarily to take in his surroundings. His gaze scanned the room filled with happy couples, families and friends. There was a hollow feeling in his stomach all of a sudden. It really was a shame that his partner did not have an appetite tonight. Taking another bite, he resumed devouring the third apple pie that night.

"Excuse me sir." the young man turned to look at the waitress who held a glass of wine out to him. "This is a compliment from the young gentleman by the bar."

The shinigami blinked in surprise and turned to face the crowded bar behind him rather reluctantly. Amongst the crowd of people by the bar, sat a very familiar figure on a stool. His immaculate white suit and shinning silver hair stood out. Tsuzuki's body froze and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Sir-"

The brunette smiled at the waitress and dug into his pockets for some money. "Thank you for your services today. Please keep the tip." he winked at the blushing girl before grabbing the wine glass tightly and making his way towards the bar. What business did that man have here out of all places?

Each step, whilst walking across the banquet hall, seemed to take longer than usual as time stilled for a moment. Unfamiliar faces blocked his vision every now and then but one piercing silver eye always kept their gaze fixed at him. Approaching the bar, Tsuzuki sat down stiffly with a noticeable safe distance between them.

"What an unexpected meeting."

"Muraki." The name was spoken in a cold tone.

"The wine is an exquisite tradition in these parts. It is famous for its floral and strawberry aroma. I believe you have a sweet tooth Tsuzuki-san." The Doctor raised his wine glass to the other and took a sip. The crimson drops that disappeared between those pale lips reminded Tsuzuki of blood and it made him feel queasy. Tsuzuki placed his own glass on the counter away from him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Simply enjoying your presence in this fine evening."

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I find that hard to believe. What are you planning this time?"

The pale man smirked, "Tsuzuki I'm hurt."

"Cut the crap!" the shinigami smacked his fist on the counter. Some of the red wine had spilled down the glass. His outburst had earned him a disapproving look from the bar tender.

The doctor merely glanced at the view of the seaside through the glass windows by the bar. Night had fallen. "I see that the boy has decided not to join you this evening."

"Do not touch him." The stool screeched as Tsuzuki was about to stand up in rage but then he decided against it. Amethyst eyes burned fiercely as he glared at the Doctor. "Let's continue our conversation outside, Muraki."

"It would be an honor." the Doctor adjusted his glasses. "Unfortunately, I have business elsewhere tonight." Muraki smiled pleasantly at the angry man but his one mechanical eye was glinting in a sinister fashion between the strands of silver hair. A gloved hand reached out to cup a tanned cheek gently. "How beautiful. Your piercing eyes really do resemble amethyst."

By this point Tsuzuki has had enough. He smacked the hand away and stood up.

"Gentlemen please." said the bartender nervously.

"Lets do this in another time Tsuzuki-san." said the Doctor smoothly.

Suddenly there was the sound of glass smashing and people gasping. Tsuzuki turned away from the man momentarily to see that it was only a drunken man that had collided with a waiter carrying drinks.

"Don't mess with me Muraki." Tsuzuki turned his attention back to the man only to see that the space the Doctor had occupied only moments ago was empty. "What the-" He scanned the crowd immediately only to catch a glimpse of a white coat sliding between the closed elevator doors in the distance. Shit.

Tsuzuki turned back to the bartender, "Do you know what room that man is staying in?"

The bartender gave him an odd look. "We cannot give that type of information out due to our guest's privacy."

The shinigami slumped down in frustration and massaged his temples in an agitated manner. One of the pretty waitresses sauntered over and whispered something in the bartender's ear.

The bar tender sighed, "But I will check for you. Please allow me one moment sir."

"Oh yes please." he winked at the waitress who blushed and scurried away. "Thank you, that would be very helpful." The bar tender went to make a phone call whilst Tsuzuki drummed his fingers restlessly on the counter. He chewed on some peanuts to pass the time. His mind was preoccupied with what could the Doctor possibly want from them after the whole crazy fiasco that almost resulted with Muraki fixing his dead brother's head on Tsuzuki's body. Tsuzuki's skin crawled at the memory of this.

"Excuse me young man, your friend -" the bartender gave him a funny look.

"Yes?"

"- is currently staying in room 103."

Tsuzuki chocked.

"Sir!" He was handed a glass. The brunette downed it, coughed, spluttered and then gasped. He slammed some money down on the counter and hurriedly made for the exit. That room was a couple of doors down the room that Tsuzuki and Hisoka were currently staying at. Then he stopped. His whole body froze, finger barely brushing against the elevator button. His eyes widened in realization and the blood stilled in his veins.

Shit.

Hisoka!

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