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WARNING: LEMON LEMON LEMON LEMON
Two weeks later …
Hisoka was walking through the garden because he couldn't sleep. He looked up at the stars in the sky and sighed. He had been feeling restless for the last week and didn't know why. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen Lord Muraki in as long. He didn't know when it had happened but seeing the warlord had become detrimental to his health. Hisoka heard a twig snap behind him and he turned quickly. His eyes widened when he saw that a man, a warrior in fact, was standing not far behind him. The man was extremely tall and his eyes glowed a strange blue in the darkness of the garden. Fear swept across Hisoka's senses and he began to tremble under the warrior's strange blue gaze.
"I'm sorry for scaring you, young miss. I heard that Kazutaka had a new concubine but I was not expecting her to be as beautiful as you." the man said. His voice brought images of death and destruction to Hisoka's mind. Hisoka raised a hand to his head and rubbed it around in soothing circles. He looked up and the man was closer to him than he had thought. Hisoka dropped his hand from his head as he backed away.
"Who are you?" Hisoka asked. The man tilted his head in a gesture of respect, his eyes beginning to glow a brighter blue, before he spoke.
"I am Tatsumi no Seichiro… Kazutaka's father." A blue aura surrounded the man and Hisoka gasped when he realized what the man was. The man was a youkai and a very powerful one at that because Hisoka could feel his power coming off him in waves.
"But…but you're youkai!" Hisoka said as he backed further away from the man. The man smiled and Hisoka could see his fangs, his eyes grew wide in fear.
"You're very astute for a young lady. What do you know of youkai, young miss? It's obvious my son didn't tell you of me. I wonder why he didn't." The next thing Hisoka knew, the man had a hold of his kimono and was pulling him towards him. Hisoka franticly pulled at the hand that had a hold of his kimono.
When he couldn't get the hand loose, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "KAZUTAKA! HELP ME!"
Hisoka heard shouting and screaming in the distance and then it was as if everything had begun to slow down all around him. He's using his power on me. Please Kazutaka…help…me…please. Then he heard the voice he had been waiting for.
"Father, let him go!" Muraki shouted as he ran across the garden. Muraki stopped when he was less than a couple of feet from them.
"Him? This is a boy?" Seichiro said questioningly, looking down at the little blond in his arms and let Hisoka go quickly. Hisoka snapped out of the trance that Seichiro had placed him in, turned and ran, right into Muraki's arms. As soon as Muraki's arms went around him, Hisoka began to sob in big heaving gulps.
Muraki wrapped his arms around Hisoka and held him while he cried. "Shh, its okay, Hisoka. I have you now and it will never happen again." Muraki whispered against Hisoka's hair.
He had been jolted from a dead sleep when he heard Hisoka screaming his name. He had never been so scared in his life when he saw Hisoka in his father's embrace. His father was known to put young women in a thrall and feed on their blood until they died. At the moment of their death, he would then eat their soul. He had nearly died when he saw Hisoka in that embrace. He was just glad that he had gotten to him in time. He tried to ease away from Hisoka but Hisoka wouldn't let him go. He knew that Hisoka wasn't going to let him out of his sight for the rest of the night.
"Kazutaka?" his father said. Muraki looked up and stared at his father.
"Yes, Father?" Seichiro's eyes glowed an eerie sky blue and Muraki shivered. His father was upset and those were the only times he had ever seen his father's eyes that particular color.
"Is that really a boy?" Seichiro asked. He stared at how his son held the boy close to his body like a lover. I do not want him to be a lover of men.
"Yes, he is… but he is special."
"What does that mean, Kazutaka? Is he your lover? I do not wish for you to be a lover of men." Muraki steeled himself and looked his father in the eye.
"Yes, he is my lover... and the mother of my only child." Hisoka's eyes shot open when he heard Muraki claim him as his lover. Hisoka could see many of Muraki's warriors in the vicinity and knew they could hear what was going on.
"That boy gave birth? Then the legends of such a thing are true. My apologies, my son. If I had known I would have never touched him. I believe I have caused enough trouble this night. I will call upon you in a few days time, my son."
Within seconds, his father was gone and Muraki looked down at Hisoka. He could see Hisoka's little hand clutching at the folds of his kimono. He bent down, lifted Hisoka in his arms and carried him back towards the house. As Muraki approached the steps that led back to the main part of the house, he saw Izumi come from the shadows. She stared at him intently and he shook his head at her, she nodded and walked away. Muraki carried Hisoka through the house, he decided to take him to his bedroom instead of his own because he didn't want Hisoka's tears to wake their son. His manservant, Suzaka, saw him and slid open his bedroom door for him. Muraki carried Hisoka to his futon as Suzaka slid the bedroom door shut.
As Muraki laid Hisoka down, Hisoka began to cry harder than he had before. It was as if the truth of the entire situation had hit him all at once. Hisoka couldn't believe what he had just went through. The thought of dying at the hands of a youkai was scary. Then he realized that Muraki was half-human and that meant that his son also carried that same fearsome blood within his veins. Muraki held Hisoka until he stopped crying, he looked down and saw that Hisoka had fainted in his arms. He pulled Hisoka's obi loose and shed him of his outer kimono. He pulled the blankets from under them and then slid them over himself and Hisoka. Muraki wiped his thumbs across Hisoka's wet cheeks and sighed, he had never been so scared in his life. He knew he should have informed his father of Hisoka's presence but he had forgotten with everything that had been going on lately. He gathered Hisoka closer to him and settled down to go to sleep.
Muraki was half asleep when he heard Hisoka whisper, "Is he really your father?" He opened his eyes and looked down at Hisoka, whose emerald gaze was staring up at him. He tightened his arms around Hisoka as he shifted onto his side.
"Yes, he's my father but I didn't find that out until I was a grown man. I believed my father to be the man whose name I bore. The week before my majority, my mother ran off with her lover and on the day of my majority, I was disowned by the man I called father and told the truth. My mother had had an affair with a youkai and the only reason why my 'father' didn't disown me then was because he loved her." he told him.
"Your father turned on you like mine did… That's why you understood what I went through. I'm sorry he did that to you." Hisoka whispered.
"Its okay, Hisoka. I became a merciless warrior after that and one of the most feared warlords. Five years ago, after I had taken control of this land, a warrior came to speak to me. It was Tatsumi no Seichiro and he had my mother with him. I was shocked to find out that my mother was still with him but I respected him for loving her." Muraki said as he stroked Hisoka's hair.
"My father loved my mother but he was shattered when she died. He used to love me too but… all his love died when she died. I don't want Toshiro to ever go through that. If something ever happens to me, you must never let my father get his hands on our son. Promise me, Kazutaka." Muraki was shocked that Hisoka had called him by his first name. Then he remembered that when Hisoka had screamed for him he had used his first name then as well.
"I promise I will never let him harm one hair on Toshiro's head, Hisoka." Muraki reached out and stroked his hand along Hisoka's jaw, he watched as Hisoka's eyes fluttered shut.
He bent down and softly kissed those tempting pale rose lips and Hisoka moaned into his mouth. He felt Hisoka's hands slide up his chest to clutch at his shoulders. Muraki settled his body on top of Hisoka's and every dip and curve of Hisoka's body matched his perfectly. Muraki slid his tongue across the seam of Hisoka's lips, Hisoka gasped and Kazutaka's tongue slid into his hot mouth. Muraki pulled from the kiss and Hisoka moaned when he felt Kazutaka's hand slide inside his yukata. The cool hand slid across one of his breasts and Hisoka's nipples became painfully hard from the sensation. The flames of desire rose higher and higher with every stroke Kazutaka made across his skin. He slid a fingertip over one of Hisoka's nipples, Hisoka gasped and arched into the touch. Hisoka moaned out when Kazutaka grasped the nipple between two fingers. Kazutaka slowly twisted the nipple, he could hear Hisoka beginning to pant. He pulled his hand away and Hisoka whimpered.
"You are so pale that your skin looks translucent in the moonlight, Hisoka." Muraki said as he swept his hand across Hisoka's stomach.
Hisoka threw his head back and gasped loudly as bolts of desire shot through him. Hisoka clenched his fingers in the bedding when he felt Kazutaka touch his manhood. He arched into the touch when Kazutaka ran his finger along its length. Hisoka caught glimpses of Kazutaka's thoughts, they aroused him even further especially the one of him on his hands and knees with Kazutaka behind him. Hisoka raised his arms and slid them around Kazutaka's neck.
"Make me yours, Kazutaka." Hisoka whispered and Muraki shivered at the sound of his name coming from those silken lips.
Muraki nodded as he rose up onto his knees, Hisoka stroked a hand across his chest while Muraki untied his yukata and pulled it off. He helped Hisoka to sit up, he slid his hands under the open edges of Hisoka's yukata and pushed it from his shoulders. He watched as it floated to the bedding in a silken heap. He wrapped his arms around Hisoka's waist and pulled him against him, Hisoka's silken hair brushing the back of his arms. Hisoka slid his arms around Kazutaka's neck, his fingers sliding deep into his hair. Muraki gently lowered Hisoka back to the bedding and gently laid on top of him. He spread Hisoka's thighs with his knees and laid full length against him, loosely wrapping Hisoka's legs around his hips.
Hisoka's arms tightened around Kazutaka's neck and he began to make this little whimpering noise in the back of his throat every time Kazutaka stroked his erection against his. Muraki slid a hand down to Hisoka's nipples and played with them until his hips began to thrust and arch off the bed. He kissed his way across Hisoka's jaw, nipped his ear and kissed his way down Hisoka's throat. Hisoka threaded his fingers deeper into Kazutaka's hair and pulled him up for a soul stealing kiss. Muraki groaned as Hisoka's tongue spiked wildly against his own. He slid his hands down Hisoka's slim hips and pulled him even closer. Muraki felt him shudder, felt him arch up into him, his urgency igniting his own. He needed to be inside Hisoka, buried in him to the hilt, Hisoka taking him all. He placed one of his fingers against Hisoka, slowly pushing in as he engulfed Hisoka's throbbing cock in his hand.
"Ooooh…Kazutaka…" Hisoka moaned as he arched his hips and shivered at the sensation of Kazutaka's finger and hand on and within him.
He felt Kazutaka push another finger into him and his hips arched higher as the driving pleasure pulsed through him stronger than before. White-hot desire pulsed and pounded through Hisoka as he began to rock his ass against Kazutaka's fingers and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Kazutaka pulled his fingers and his hand away. Muraki nudged his thighs wider and settled himself between them. Hisoka clutched at him frantically, his legs trembling and his hips arching wildly. He placed a hand on Hisoka's hip to still his frantic thrusting. Muraki slowly began to slide into Hisoka. Muraki reached down and began to stroke Hisoka as he eased himself in, until he was seated to the hilt. He removed his hand from Hisoka and rested his weight on his elbows. Hisoka moaned softly as his nails dug into Kazutaka 's shoulders and Muraki smiled because he was exactly where he wanted to be. His entire body was on the verge of exploding and he shuddered with the effort it took to rein himself in. Muraki knew he needed to be gentle with Hisoka but each stroke was destroying his control.
"Kazutaka…I love you…" Hisoka whispered and that soft utterance completely broke Muraki's control.
He cupped his hands around Hisoka's ass and began to surge into him hard and deep, Hisoka shuddered around him and moaned loudly. Hisoka reached up, threaded his fingers through Kazutaka's hair, pulled him down and captured his lips in a soul shattering kiss. His need for Hisoka went beyond anything he had ever wanted or needed. His satisfaction became darkly overwhelming as Hisoka gave himself over to him, came for him, convulsing around him with a cry that went to the heart of Muraki's dark soul. He spiraled out of control and came fiercely within Hisoka, his orgasm ringing the life out of him. He dropped his head onto Hisoka's shoulder and they laid there while they tried to catch their breath. He rolled to Hisoka's side and pulled him into his arms. Their hearts still thundered in unison as sleep slowly overtook them.
Oo wooooo! Sex scene! wasn't it great?!