A/N: Rated high. Hisoka x Muraki.Please read and review. I live off of reviews. . This is just a quick little ficlet that I wrote. The song in the story is Bare Grace Misery from the band Nightwish.
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Sweet boy, come in
I am the dark side of you
Die for my sins
Like the One once did.
I beckon him softly to my side and he obeys me. Oh yes he obeys me. My sweet little doll.
He is mine, and mine alone as he knows. I am his master and his doctor.
How wonderous it is to have this boy at my mercy and disposal, not that I would actually think about killing him. Or rather, go through with it. As such thoughts cross my mind quite often. I smirk and lean foreward. My mouth met his and he sighed into my kiss. I will just have to change that, as I bite down harshly on his tongue tasting blood. He screams in pain and tries to push me away from him.
Oh sweet doll, die for me again.
Cinnamon bed
For your unashamed appetite
A figurante
This dance will hurt like hell
"Oh Muraki." I moan as he takes me into his mouth. The aroma of sex swirling around my head and making me dizzy. He closes his mouth around me and proceeds to quickly let his throat muscles open and take me in deeper, I writhe at his command. My body thrusting into the others mouth against my will. He moans around me and his teeth scrape my member. I scream for him and shudder, closing my eyes tight and entwining my hands into his silvery locks. He bites down on my member, I scream in agony.
Oh, bare grace misery
Just a child without a fairytale am I
Hisoka...How lonesome you were when I found you at your home wandering to the Cherry tree. Or perhaps it was you who found me. I smile as I move my body over yours. Throbbing member entering you swiftly and you scream, as I had not prepared you for such an intrusion beforehand. It was just like tonight, so many years ago that I took you for the first time. You were so graceful and sad. I needed you. Needed to free you of the life you had no comfort in but also...Also you were to beautiful for me to kill quickly.
I moan while I thrust deeper into you.
Dark but so lovely
A Little Match Boy freezing in the snow
"M...Muraki! My Master!" I cry out for you as you continue to slam into me, denying to stroke and touch my arousal, or hit my sweetest spot for pleasure. Oh no, this is definatly not about my own pleasure, but yours alone. And that is the way I enjoy it. I enjoy being at your full mercy, your pet and your doll.
I know that you love me. I truly do, even through the doubt that can clog my mind. You may be evil and dark, but you care for me. I know you do, else you would kill me once again without a thought. Oh how I yearn for you, I buck against your thrusts, body numbing and cry for you. Your slaves tears fall.