Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This chapter is yet another dive into the lovely world of Yaoi, it is much more intense than the former so I warn those yet again.(While I giggle insanely from behind my keyboard) I doubt there will be much gore in this chapter, so that will be a welcome break. I do not own YnM... Yeah we all get it, so shall we proceed ^-^!
Chapter Eight: Passionate Encounters
Tsuzuki was unsure what to think, Hisoka was an empath so that probably helped him refrain from actually saying the surprisingly difficult phrase, so it was likely that the younger knew what he had intended to say. If so, then why hadn't he left, was he horrified to the point of tears? Adjusting his position on the bed, pulling the distraught teen into his arms, Tsuzuki held him for a while, allowing the other to let it out while he tried to sort everything out in his head. Stroking the blonde's back softly, he rested his cheek on his partner's hair, wrapping an arm around the crying boy affectionately.
"Hisoka..." his hand paused at the small of Hisoka's back and his head lift off it's rest atop the other. "What's the matter?" Tsuzuki needed to know, although it may hurt him more than it will help, he needed an answer.
Sniffling softly, wiping the tears that still fell down his cheeks, Tsuzuki's soft thumb wiping fresh tears from beneath Hisoka's sparkling green eyes, he stared in silence, eyes locked on the serious purple eyes of the other. " I-I " he choked on the words, throat constricted from crying so much, " no one," he hiccuped in midsentence. "No one has ever, nobody has ever," shy eyes turned away from the penetrating gaze, unable to repeat the rest of the sentence.
A pale hand gripped the blonde's chin as he turned his face away, pulling the teary teen back into the stare of the other. " Are you insulted?" The brunette pushed on, prying the answer out of the trembling teen.
"No, of course not!" Hisoka shouted, a little too readily as he tried to hide the soft pink that spread across his tear stained cheeks.
Relieved, the near nude shinigami leaned closer, lids drooping over his purple eyes as his lips claimed Hisoka's in a soft kiss, hand pulling the other's chin close enough to do so. Although the younger's lips quivered as they were pulled close, Tsuzuki ensured that he wasn't too forceful to start; still unsure of Hisoka's willingness, or if the youth was even interested in the brunette.
Pulling away reluctantly, he turned his gaze onto the teen, whose eyes remained half hooded by his full lashes, his lips still slightly puckered, slowly closing. "How was that?" Tsuzuki inquired, his deep voice nearing a whisper. He wanted more than anything to yank the teen into his strong arms, and allow his lips to run wild, but he felt it better to give Hisoka a chance to object if he wanted to, although that would be the most hurtful type of rejection the shinigami could possibly think of.
Hisoka had no wish for the other to stop, but he could sense how unsure, and almost terrified the other was feeling. Wrapping his lean arms around Tsuzuki's neck, one hand clenching his partner's wet hair, the blonde closed his eyes, his lips nearing Tsuzuki's own, he breathed huskily atop the others. " More," and he took Tsuzuki's lips once more, the kiss deepening with every passing second. Pulling the other further onto his bed, Hisoka crawled into Tsuzuki's lap once more, his hands combing through the wet locks.
Nervous, although the other had asked for more, Tsuzuki felt unsure still; pulling away from the expectant Hisoka he stuttered, " you still need to take a bath." Hisoka's green eyes blinked a second, unsure of the hesitance Tsuzuki displayed, before he turned his gaze away from the elder. They both felt slightly awkward, although he was certain it was his partner's unsure attitude at the heart of it, he needed to show him otherwise.
Climbing out of Tsuzuki's lap, he agreed. " Hai, I probably do." And reluctantly he stood, if Tsuzuki loved him, why was he being so hesitant? A small smile adorning his tear stained face he whispered. " Now will you scrub my back?" One hand wrapping around the other's wrist as he beckoned the brunette join him.
Surprised by the forward implications, Tsuzuki stared up at Hisoka, stuttering slightly, " If you want me to." Internally he felt almost delighted as he joined the seemingly shy teen to the washroom. It was obviously a sign that the blonde had accepted his advances, perhaps their compatibility was not zero after all!
Hisoka dropped Tsuzuki's wrist his hands unsurely reaching for the hem of his sweater. Was he really ready to show this to Tsuzuki? To let the other see his cursed body? ' He loves you... he doesn't care about that.' This was the very reason he prefered to bathe alone, was he actually ready to take these first few steps? It was almost as though the brunette sensed his worry, and muscled arms wrapped around him from behind, hands reaching beneath the orange cloth and caressing his abdomen. It was those hands that softly ran up his sides and gently pulled off the orange sweater, sliding it up his shivering form and over his head, discarding it across the room lazily.
" I wont look if you don't want me to." The purple eyed shinigami offered, his chin cradled on the blonde's shoulder. He could sense how nervous the other was over this particular issue, and he wanted more than anything to kill Muraki for it.
" No," Hisoka responded, " if I don't ever get over this, then he has as good enough as won." The shy teen admitted, turning to face his partner, he took a few steps backwards. " Please look." He instructed, arms spread as he tightly closed his green eyes, waiting for Tsuzuki's horrified reaction. He waited a second, a few more, almost a minute before Tsuzuki's familiar voice filled the room.
" Your beautiful." Was the last thing the teen heard before he was swept into Tsuzuki's arms, and his lips were covered by Tsuzuki's yet again. Tsuzuki didn't mind, he loved him either way, but could he love a scarred- Wait! The blonde pulled away. If Muraki was dead... He examined his arms and torso closely; there was no trace of the intricate carvings that stained his flesh bright red.
"They're gone. " He smiled, he was no longer slave to that man, he was free, he was Tsuzuki's. He could have shouted, but those lips found his own, silencing him, and he was in no mood to object anymore. He did stir a little though, when he felt those fingertips graze beneath his jeans, stroking along the inside of his waistband. It was less than a few seconds later that the other hand swiftly drew down the zipper, rousing a yelp from the blonde. Sure hands then slid both his pants and his underwear down the sides of his legs, lips leaving Hisoka's to accomplish the task, a blush streaking his face as Tsuzuki exposed him fully, including the erection that previously went unnoticed beneath both his jeans and boxers.
Smiling at the reaction he had obviously achieved form the embarrassed shinigami, he stood once more pulling the reddening teen to him, out of the pants and boxers that sat on the floor. Wrapping an arm around Hisoka's slender waist he pressed his own groin against Hisoka's aroused flesh, smiling when the blonde gulped and moaned against Tsuzuki. His hands gripped Tsuzuki's shoulders as the brunettes pelvis began to oscillate against Hisoka's, causing the youngers knees to tremble.
Pulling away just a few centimetres, he allowed the towel to fall out from between them, leaving both thoroughly exposed. Planting a kiss on Hisoka's quivering lips, he slowly settled them onto the floor, sliding beneath the shower head. " You should probably have your shower now," Tsuzuki instructed, his hand swiftly turning on the running water, letting it run over their skin until Hisoka was thoroughly soaked. It was then that Tsuzuki began to softly lather up his panting partner, spreading the pink suds all over the other's damp skin.
Massaging the soap along the teens chest and shoulders had received soft pants, and Tsuzuki couldn't help but smile. It was after this that his hands dared to venture further, caressing just below Hisoka's tiny navel, fingers massaging light circles as he waited for some kind of signal to continue. The blonde panted heavily, leaning up against the back wall for support as his legs spread for the brunette, and Hisoka swallowed heavily in silent anticipation. Understanding the signal, his hand followed it's destined path and teasingly trailed up and down the throbbing shaft, while his other hand stroked up and down his partner's long leg. Wrapping his fingers around Hisoka's arousal, he pumped mercifully, positioning himself between Hisoka's spread legs and propping the teen up in his lap.
Hisoka moaned loudly, his legs wrapping around Tsuzuki's waist as his arms trembled, threatening to give way beneath him. Tsuzuki knowingly wrapped an arm around Hisoka's waist, and the green eyed bishounen soon forgot that problem as the brunette's hand picked up it's pace. Tsuzuki's teeth nipped at Hisoka's as he pulled the teen close, sandwiching his hand and Hisoka's flesh between their two bodies as his lips claimed the blonde's beneath the spray of the shower.
All the while, Tsuzuki's own arousal pressed against Hisoka's bottom, producing deep groans from the elder shinigami. It was with this feeling that Hisoka knew the next step, it was almost imprinted on his mind permanently when Muraki had ravaged him. But for some strange reason, he wanted Tsuzuki to repeat the actions of the insane doctor, no matter how much it may hurt him. " Tsuzuki," Hisoka managed to moan out, " please!"
It was as thought Tsuzuki had a second sense in these matters, and it was of no surprise that Hisoka could sense the comprehesion of the brunette. Lifting his lips off of his partner's he stopped in all that he was doing and stared thoughtfully into the green eyes of his koi. " Are you sure about this?" He knew that it was what Muraki had done to the boy, and he as almost certain that the other would never want to repeat it again. Nodding in agreement, Hisoka pulled back slightly, waiting for Tsuzuki to take him with eyes clenched tightly shut; he would swallow the pain for Tsuzuki, he wanted Tsuzuki to take that feeling away from Muraki, he wanted Tsuzuki to have a mark on him instead.
Searching the ground briefly, Tsuzuki retrieved the shampoo bottle and squirted a small amount into his palm,' he wouldn't let this be a painful experience for the teen twice,' he thought as he applied the lubricant to his member and Hisoka's entrance. The blonde shifted atop Tsuzuki and bit on his lip as he anticipated the entrance of his lover. Positioning himself at Hisoka's tight opening, he entered slowly, caring eyes staring at Hisoka's face as he slowly pushed himself in. Then the blonde thrust down, impaling himself on the brunette's shaft completely with a cry.
"Daijoubu desuka?" Tsuzuki insisted at the fast entrance, his worried eyes searching his partner's face for any sign of pain. Hisoka clung to Tsuzuki helplessly as he pulled up and impaled himself yet again, moaning with every thrust. It was answer enough, and the brunette continued with what he had started with, his hand stroking faster as he thrust inside Hisoka over and over again.
Hisoka cried out Tsuzuki's name over and over again as Tsuzuki hit something deep inside him with each thrust, explosion after explosion of pleasure repeatedly claiming the inexperienced teen. This felt nothing like Muraki, there was no pain, only wave after wave of continual pleasure and he knew he was near the end. Burying his face in Tsuzuki's shoulder he clung tightly to his lover, as his entire body trembled, something exploding from within him as he came in Tsuzuki's wet palm. Tsuzuki followed soon after as Hisoka's velvety walls clenched around him in the heights of his passion.
Panting heavily, pulling himself out of his heaving partner, Tsuzuki released both of them, and lightly kissing his lover on the lips, he allowed for the water to wash the evidence of their lovemaking from both of their bodies. His hands planted on the tiled floor beside him, he fought for lost breath, eyes clenched tightly shut as he took in deep breaths; Hisoka weakly propped up against the wall, his chest also rising and falling heavily. Extending a muscled arm, the brunette turned the tap off and the water stopped, their heavy breathing the only sound in the bathroom.
After what seemed like forever, Tsuzuki crawled over to the dry towels and took hold of two, returning with one for each. Tossing one to the breathless teen, he toweled off his own tingling skin, amethyst eyes sparkling as he watched the blonde mirror his actions with pink cheeks. Leaning forwards he gave Hisoka a peck on the cheek, almost shocked when the blonde's lips curled into a smile. Slowly standing, Tsuzuki extended a hand for his koi, pulling the flushed shinigami to his feet and into his arms.
Dropping the towels to the floor, he guided the weak Hisoka to the bedroom, supporting the obviously tired teenager on his shoulders. Flopping down onto the bed, Tsuzuki wrapped an arm around the other, sighing heavily he opened his mouth to speak, but halted when he heard the steady and even breathing from the blonde cradled in his arms. Listening to the soft inhaling and exhaling, draping a quilt over their naked bodies, he allowed the breathing to lull him to sleep, a smile adorning his face as he curled up against the teen.
*** End of Chapter Eight*** I enjoyed that! Did you? Why not tell me how much ^-~! Reviews!
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: This chapter is yet another dive into the lovely world of Yaoi, it is much more intense than the former so I warn those yet again.(While I giggle insanely from behind my keyboard) I doubt there will be much gore in this chapter, so that will be a welcome break. I do not own YnM... Yeah we all get it, so shall we proceed ^-^!
Chapter Eight: Passionate Encounters
Tsuzuki was unsure what to think, Hisoka was an empath so that probably helped him refrain from actually saying the surprisingly difficult phrase, so it was likely that the younger knew what he had intended to say. If so, then why hadn't he left, was he horrified to the point of tears? Adjusting his position on the bed, pulling the distraught teen into his arms, Tsuzuki held him for a while, allowing the other to let it out while he tried to sort everything out in his head. Stroking the blonde's back softly, he rested his cheek on his partner's hair, wrapping an arm around the crying boy affectionately.
"Hisoka..." his hand paused at the small of Hisoka's back and his head lift off it's rest atop the other. "What's the matter?" Tsuzuki needed to know, although it may hurt him more than it will help, he needed an answer.
Sniffling softly, wiping the tears that still fell down his cheeks, Tsuzuki's soft thumb wiping fresh tears from beneath Hisoka's sparkling green eyes, he stared in silence, eyes locked on the serious purple eyes of the other. " I-I " he choked on the words, throat constricted from crying so much, " no one," he hiccuped in midsentence. "No one has ever, nobody has ever," shy eyes turned away from the penetrating gaze, unable to repeat the rest of the sentence.
A pale hand gripped the blonde's chin as he turned his face away, pulling the teary teen back into the stare of the other. " Are you insulted?" The brunette pushed on, prying the answer out of the trembling teen.
"No, of course not!" Hisoka shouted, a little too readily as he tried to hide the soft pink that spread across his tear stained cheeks.
Relieved, the near nude shinigami leaned closer, lids drooping over his purple eyes as his lips claimed Hisoka's in a soft kiss, hand pulling the other's chin close enough to do so. Although the younger's lips quivered as they were pulled close, Tsuzuki ensured that he wasn't too forceful to start; still unsure of Hisoka's willingness, or if the youth was even interested in the brunette.
Pulling away reluctantly, he turned his gaze onto the teen, whose eyes remained half hooded by his full lashes, his lips still slightly puckered, slowly closing. "How was that?" Tsuzuki inquired, his deep voice nearing a whisper. He wanted more than anything to yank the teen into his strong arms, and allow his lips to run wild, but he felt it better to give Hisoka a chance to object if he wanted to, although that would be the most hurtful type of rejection the shinigami could possibly think of.
Hisoka had no wish for the other to stop, but he could sense how unsure, and almost terrified the other was feeling. Wrapping his lean arms around Tsuzuki's neck, one hand clenching his partner's wet hair, the blonde closed his eyes, his lips nearing Tsuzuki's own, he breathed huskily atop the others. " More," and he took Tsuzuki's lips once more, the kiss deepening with every passing second. Pulling the other further onto his bed, Hisoka crawled into Tsuzuki's lap once more, his hands combing through the wet locks.
Nervous, although the other had asked for more, Tsuzuki felt unsure still; pulling away from the expectant Hisoka he stuttered, " you still need to take a bath." Hisoka's green eyes blinked a second, unsure of the hesitance Tsuzuki displayed, before he turned his gaze away from the elder. They both felt slightly awkward, although he was certain it was his partner's unsure attitude at the heart of it, he needed to show him otherwise.
Climbing out of Tsuzuki's lap, he agreed. " Hai, I probably do." And reluctantly he stood, if Tsuzuki loved him, why was he being so hesitant? A small smile adorning his tear stained face he whispered. " Now will you scrub my back?" One hand wrapping around the other's wrist as he beckoned the brunette join him.
Surprised by the forward implications, Tsuzuki stared up at Hisoka, stuttering slightly, " If you want me to." Internally he felt almost delighted as he joined the seemingly shy teen to the washroom. It was obviously a sign that the blonde had accepted his advances, perhaps their compatibility was not zero after all!
Hisoka dropped Tsuzuki's wrist his hands unsurely reaching for the hem of his sweater. Was he really ready to show this to Tsuzuki? To let the other see his cursed body? ' He loves you... he doesn't care about that.' This was the very reason he prefered to bathe alone, was he actually ready to take these first few steps? It was almost as though the brunette sensed his worry, and muscled arms wrapped around him from behind, hands reaching beneath the orange cloth and caressing his abdomen. It was those hands that softly ran up his sides and gently pulled off the orange sweater, sliding it up his shivering form and over his head, discarding it across the room lazily.
" I wont look if you don't want me to." The purple eyed shinigami offered, his chin cradled on the blonde's shoulder. He could sense how nervous the other was over this particular issue, and he wanted more than anything to kill Muraki for it.
" No," Hisoka responded, " if I don't ever get over this, then he has as good enough as won." The shy teen admitted, turning to face his partner, he took a few steps backwards. " Please look." He instructed, arms spread as he tightly closed his green eyes, waiting for Tsuzuki's horrified reaction. He waited a second, a few more, almost a minute before Tsuzuki's familiar voice filled the room.
" Your beautiful." Was the last thing the teen heard before he was swept into Tsuzuki's arms, and his lips were covered by Tsuzuki's yet again. Tsuzuki didn't mind, he loved him either way, but could he love a scarred- Wait! The blonde pulled away. If Muraki was dead... He examined his arms and torso closely; there was no trace of the intricate carvings that stained his flesh bright red.
"They're gone. " He smiled, he was no longer slave to that man, he was free, he was Tsuzuki's. He could have shouted, but those lips found his own, silencing him, and he was in no mood to object anymore. He did stir a little though, when he felt those fingertips graze beneath his jeans, stroking along the inside of his waistband. It was less than a few seconds later that the other hand swiftly drew down the zipper, rousing a yelp from the blonde. Sure hands then slid both his pants and his underwear down the sides of his legs, lips leaving Hisoka's to accomplish the task, a blush streaking his face as Tsuzuki exposed him fully, including the erection that previously went unnoticed beneath both his jeans and boxers.
Smiling at the reaction he had obviously achieved form the embarrassed shinigami, he stood once more pulling the reddening teen to him, out of the pants and boxers that sat on the floor. Wrapping an arm around Hisoka's slender waist he pressed his own groin against Hisoka's aroused flesh, smiling when the blonde gulped and moaned against Tsuzuki. His hands gripped Tsuzuki's shoulders as the brunettes pelvis began to oscillate against Hisoka's, causing the youngers knees to tremble.
Pulling away just a few centimetres, he allowed the towel to fall out from between them, leaving both thoroughly exposed. Planting a kiss on Hisoka's quivering lips, he slowly settled them onto the floor, sliding beneath the shower head. " You should probably have your shower now," Tsuzuki instructed, his hand swiftly turning on the running water, letting it run over their skin until Hisoka was thoroughly soaked. It was then that Tsuzuki began to softly lather up his panting partner, spreading the pink suds all over the other's damp skin.
Massaging the soap along the teens chest and shoulders had received soft pants, and Tsuzuki couldn't help but smile. It was after this that his hands dared to venture further, caressing just below Hisoka's tiny navel, fingers massaging light circles as he waited for some kind of signal to continue. The blonde panted heavily, leaning up against the back wall for support as his legs spread for the brunette, and Hisoka swallowed heavily in silent anticipation. Understanding the signal, his hand followed it's destined path and teasingly trailed up and down the throbbing shaft, while his other hand stroked up and down his partner's long leg. Wrapping his fingers around Hisoka's arousal, he pumped mercifully, positioning himself between Hisoka's spread legs and propping the teen up in his lap.
Hisoka moaned loudly, his legs wrapping around Tsuzuki's waist as his arms trembled, threatening to give way beneath him. Tsuzuki knowingly wrapped an arm around Hisoka's waist, and the green eyed bishounen soon forgot that problem as the brunette's hand picked up it's pace. Tsuzuki's teeth nipped at Hisoka's as he pulled the teen close, sandwiching his hand and Hisoka's flesh between their two bodies as his lips claimed the blonde's beneath the spray of the shower.
All the while, Tsuzuki's own arousal pressed against Hisoka's bottom, producing deep groans from the elder shinigami. It was with this feeling that Hisoka knew the next step, it was almost imprinted on his mind permanently when Muraki had ravaged him. But for some strange reason, he wanted Tsuzuki to repeat the actions of the insane doctor, no matter how much it may hurt him. " Tsuzuki," Hisoka managed to moan out, " please!"
It was as thought Tsuzuki had a second sense in these matters, and it was of no surprise that Hisoka could sense the comprehesion of the brunette. Lifting his lips off of his partner's he stopped in all that he was doing and stared thoughtfully into the green eyes of his koi. " Are you sure about this?" He knew that it was what Muraki had done to the boy, and he as almost certain that the other would never want to repeat it again. Nodding in agreement, Hisoka pulled back slightly, waiting for Tsuzuki to take him with eyes clenched tightly shut; he would swallow the pain for Tsuzuki, he wanted Tsuzuki to take that feeling away from Muraki, he wanted Tsuzuki to have a mark on him instead.
Searching the ground briefly, Tsuzuki retrieved the shampoo bottle and squirted a small amount into his palm,' he wouldn't let this be a painful experience for the teen twice,' he thought as he applied the lubricant to his member and Hisoka's entrance. The blonde shifted atop Tsuzuki and bit on his lip as he anticipated the entrance of his lover. Positioning himself at Hisoka's tight opening, he entered slowly, caring eyes staring at Hisoka's face as he slowly pushed himself in. Then the blonde thrust down, impaling himself on the brunette's shaft completely with a cry.
"Daijoubu desuka?" Tsuzuki insisted at the fast entrance, his worried eyes searching his partner's face for any sign of pain. Hisoka clung to Tsuzuki helplessly as he pulled up and impaled himself yet again, moaning with every thrust. It was answer enough, and the brunette continued with what he had started with, his hand stroking faster as he thrust inside Hisoka over and over again.
Hisoka cried out Tsuzuki's name over and over again as Tsuzuki hit something deep inside him with each thrust, explosion after explosion of pleasure repeatedly claiming the inexperienced teen. This felt nothing like Muraki, there was no pain, only wave after wave of continual pleasure and he knew he was near the end. Burying his face in Tsuzuki's shoulder he clung tightly to his lover, as his entire body trembled, something exploding from within him as he came in Tsuzuki's wet palm. Tsuzuki followed soon after as Hisoka's velvety walls clenched around him in the heights of his passion.
Panting heavily, pulling himself out of his heaving partner, Tsuzuki released both of them, and lightly kissing his lover on the lips, he allowed for the water to wash the evidence of their lovemaking from both of their bodies. His hands planted on the tiled floor beside him, he fought for lost breath, eyes clenched tightly shut as he took in deep breaths; Hisoka weakly propped up against the wall, his chest also rising and falling heavily. Extending a muscled arm, the brunette turned the tap off and the water stopped, their heavy breathing the only sound in the bathroom.
After what seemed like forever, Tsuzuki crawled over to the dry towels and took hold of two, returning with one for each. Tossing one to the breathless teen, he toweled off his own tingling skin, amethyst eyes sparkling as he watched the blonde mirror his actions with pink cheeks. Leaning forwards he gave Hisoka a peck on the cheek, almost shocked when the blonde's lips curled into a smile. Slowly standing, Tsuzuki extended a hand for his koi, pulling the flushed shinigami to his feet and into his arms.
Dropping the towels to the floor, he guided the weak Hisoka to the bedroom, supporting the obviously tired teenager on his shoulders. Flopping down onto the bed, Tsuzuki wrapped an arm around the other, sighing heavily he opened his mouth to speak, but halted when he heard the steady and even breathing from the blonde cradled in his arms. Listening to the soft inhaling and exhaling, draping a quilt over their naked bodies, he allowed the breathing to lull him to sleep, a smile adorning his face as he curled up against the teen.
*** End of Chapter Eight*** I enjoyed that! Did you? Why not tell me how much ^-~! Reviews!