Disclaimers: Same as last time, I don't own them. Full stop...hey...oh
dear...a little non-consensual lime, naked Hisoka, but other than that it's
harmless. You have been warned. And REVIEW! *heehee* Okay, bai bai now.
Hisoka shot wake, head thrumming in pain as he was greeted by darkness. He had just had the most terrible nightmare, stuck in a building with Muraki, oh so much fun...
Cold rings were tight around the boy's wrists and he tugged at them a little uncomfortably, a moment later, tired realisation struck him; that wasn't a dream, he had been unconscious.
"Ah..." came the drawling, dark voice of his tormentor through cold air, cold air that clung down over his entire body mind you, reinforcing the fact that he was completely naked.
"Hisoka..." Continued the voice playfully as a figure drifted into reality close to him from waves of darkness.
Biting his lip for a moment, Hisoka took a second's thought before he spat at Muraki. The silver haired man ducked to one side of it and glaring at the blonde. "Don't try that game with me, Hisoka." He stalked forwards, grabbing the blonde's shoulders and pushing him back slightly into the wall. "Or I'll gag you...but I wanted so badly to hear you scream my name..."
"I'll never do anything that you want, Muraki!" Hissed the defensive boy, writhing in his grasp. "Get off me...!"
"No... I don't think I will...I think I'll prove why I think you'll do anything I like..."
Muraki hissed loudly and moved forwards to the bound, grounded boy, slowly lowering his lips to kiss against the soft flesh of the younger's cheek. A moment later the lips came down again, but this time hiding the sharp razor blades of teeth behind, that dug into the flesh and then were tugged viciously back, still clutching the flesh, stretching it and sucking on the surface.
Hisoka yelped in pain and struggled a little more, but with every movement, the motion hurt more and he fell still, unfortunately giving Muraki the idea that he was finally enjoying it. So the white haired man made the motion again, lower down, and again after that, trailing a line of possessive marks to the bottom of the other boy's neck.
Sliding his tongue back up over the marks and making Hisoka gasp in a cold breath, Muraki grinned, moving down to kiss the other's turgid, unyielding lips.
'What's wrong...boy...?' asked the murderer, drawing back just a little to glare down into closed, frightened eyes.
Hisoka didn't answer, but his body did begin to shiver violently, pain and fear obvious.
Muraki smiled, drearily and reached a hand behind the blonde's neck, pulling him forward and uttering "Kiss back, or suffocate," before catching the boy in an unending, hungry kiss, though passion was definitely not a word linked to the man.
Hisoka slowly kissed the other back, only for the pure need of breath. Even though he was dead, he found it natural to breathe, and without the sensation of air flowing through him, he felt...well dead, and it was *very* uncomfortable. With every motion he made to kiss back he felt of how much he was betraying Tsuzuki. But why wasn't Tsuzuki here yet?
After a few minutes, the white haired man drew back, lips slightly bruised and looking down at the torn, chewed at lips of the other, grinning a little.
Hisoka turned his head to one side, as the kiss was broken, licking a little blood from his mutilated lips with a loud sigh from his lungs. Reluctantly he let the weight of the world close in on a lonely centre within him.
Tears began to streak down the dark blonde's cheeks as he slowly returned his gaze to his captor, and a large hand streaked down to slowly brush away the tears, before kissing the rest away lightly.
Muraki smiled and nudged his head softly against the other's gently in an almost loving manner, before slowly drawing back. "As long as you're mine, you won't cry..."
Hisoka growled loudly and spat up at the man as he spoke. "You! You're the reason I'm crying! You.you." Green eyes blazed again with the fire from earlier, but they were unaided by and supernatural release as heavy hands moved to press against the other's shoulder and the base of his neck.
"You what? What were you going to say to me?"
Hisoka turned his eyes away again and fell still under the other once more.
"Now I'll finish. As long as you're mine," Muraki repeated. "You won't cry unless I want you to."
Tears streaked from Hisoka's eyes again, naturally. Since Hisoka couldn't stop them himself - they were stopped by a heavy slap that came to the side of his face and his eyes shot open, looking to Muraki.
A sneer rose over the blue eyed man's face as he looked down at the boy as a rose would to a blade of grass. "And I'll want you to cry if you don't do as I tell you."
Hisoka closed his eyes again and bowed his head. "Such as...?"
Muraki caught the other under the chin; lifting it and forcing his eyes open with the movement, glaring into them. "Such as, you will look at me at all times unless I tell you not to, and that you will always kiss me back, unless I want you not to, or the fact that you will call me Master Muraki at all times.'
Hisoka glared back and struggled again but a sharp knee gliding between his thighs. He barely stopped short of injuring himself severely.
"And you will behave..." Muraki continued. "You will behave a lot, and only struggle when I tell you to."
Hisoka lowered his eyes, but obediently kept them trained on the other above him. "Okay..." he muttered slowly. "I'll do what you say...but you have to promise me one thing, that you won't hurt Tsuzuki..."
Muraki looked down at the other boy for a moment, then glanced away, thought strained on his face. "You don't really have a choice, Hisoka...and I don't make promises that might prove unpleasant for my plans." He grinned madly and slowly descended for another burning kiss with the smaller creature.
Hisoka shot wake, head thrumming in pain as he was greeted by darkness. He had just had the most terrible nightmare, stuck in a building with Muraki, oh so much fun...
Cold rings were tight around the boy's wrists and he tugged at them a little uncomfortably, a moment later, tired realisation struck him; that wasn't a dream, he had been unconscious.
"Ah..." came the drawling, dark voice of his tormentor through cold air, cold air that clung down over his entire body mind you, reinforcing the fact that he was completely naked.
"Hisoka..." Continued the voice playfully as a figure drifted into reality close to him from waves of darkness.
Biting his lip for a moment, Hisoka took a second's thought before he spat at Muraki. The silver haired man ducked to one side of it and glaring at the blonde. "Don't try that game with me, Hisoka." He stalked forwards, grabbing the blonde's shoulders and pushing him back slightly into the wall. "Or I'll gag you...but I wanted so badly to hear you scream my name..."
"I'll never do anything that you want, Muraki!" Hissed the defensive boy, writhing in his grasp. "Get off me...!"
"No... I don't think I will...I think I'll prove why I think you'll do anything I like..."
Muraki hissed loudly and moved forwards to the bound, grounded boy, slowly lowering his lips to kiss against the soft flesh of the younger's cheek. A moment later the lips came down again, but this time hiding the sharp razor blades of teeth behind, that dug into the flesh and then were tugged viciously back, still clutching the flesh, stretching it and sucking on the surface.
Hisoka yelped in pain and struggled a little more, but with every movement, the motion hurt more and he fell still, unfortunately giving Muraki the idea that he was finally enjoying it. So the white haired man made the motion again, lower down, and again after that, trailing a line of possessive marks to the bottom of the other boy's neck.
Sliding his tongue back up over the marks and making Hisoka gasp in a cold breath, Muraki grinned, moving down to kiss the other's turgid, unyielding lips.
'What's wrong...boy...?' asked the murderer, drawing back just a little to glare down into closed, frightened eyes.
Hisoka didn't answer, but his body did begin to shiver violently, pain and fear obvious.
Muraki smiled, drearily and reached a hand behind the blonde's neck, pulling him forward and uttering "Kiss back, or suffocate," before catching the boy in an unending, hungry kiss, though passion was definitely not a word linked to the man.
Hisoka slowly kissed the other back, only for the pure need of breath. Even though he was dead, he found it natural to breathe, and without the sensation of air flowing through him, he felt...well dead, and it was *very* uncomfortable. With every motion he made to kiss back he felt of how much he was betraying Tsuzuki. But why wasn't Tsuzuki here yet?
After a few minutes, the white haired man drew back, lips slightly bruised and looking down at the torn, chewed at lips of the other, grinning a little.
Hisoka turned his head to one side, as the kiss was broken, licking a little blood from his mutilated lips with a loud sigh from his lungs. Reluctantly he let the weight of the world close in on a lonely centre within him.
Tears began to streak down the dark blonde's cheeks as he slowly returned his gaze to his captor, and a large hand streaked down to slowly brush away the tears, before kissing the rest away lightly.
Muraki smiled and nudged his head softly against the other's gently in an almost loving manner, before slowly drawing back. "As long as you're mine, you won't cry..."
Hisoka growled loudly and spat up at the man as he spoke. "You! You're the reason I'm crying! You.you." Green eyes blazed again with the fire from earlier, but they were unaided by and supernatural release as heavy hands moved to press against the other's shoulder and the base of his neck.
"You what? What were you going to say to me?"
Hisoka turned his eyes away again and fell still under the other once more.
"Now I'll finish. As long as you're mine," Muraki repeated. "You won't cry unless I want you to."
Tears streaked from Hisoka's eyes again, naturally. Since Hisoka couldn't stop them himself - they were stopped by a heavy slap that came to the side of his face and his eyes shot open, looking to Muraki.
A sneer rose over the blue eyed man's face as he looked down at the boy as a rose would to a blade of grass. "And I'll want you to cry if you don't do as I tell you."
Hisoka closed his eyes again and bowed his head. "Such as...?"
Muraki caught the other under the chin; lifting it and forcing his eyes open with the movement, glaring into them. "Such as, you will look at me at all times unless I tell you not to, and that you will always kiss me back, unless I want you not to, or the fact that you will call me Master Muraki at all times.'
Hisoka glared back and struggled again but a sharp knee gliding between his thighs. He barely stopped short of injuring himself severely.
"And you will behave..." Muraki continued. "You will behave a lot, and only struggle when I tell you to."
Hisoka lowered his eyes, but obediently kept them trained on the other above him. "Okay..." he muttered slowly. "I'll do what you say...but you have to promise me one thing, that you won't hurt Tsuzuki..."
Muraki looked down at the other boy for a moment, then glanced away, thought strained on his face. "You don't really have a choice, Hisoka...and I don't make promises that might prove unpleasant for my plans." He grinned madly and slowly descended for another burning kiss with the smaller creature.