(A/N: Anyone whose alergic to yaoi please stay away, anyway, some of you are a little impatient for this chapter but I'm telling you, it's ugly, read at your own risk, and please don't blame me for this ugly chapter, I don't know what went through my mind when I wrote this,)
Chapter 11 Forced or Willingly?
Hisoka woke up to unfamiliar surroundings. He rubbed his eyes before trying to remember how did he get here, wherever it is. He looked around again and noticed a man sitting on a chair, by a desk. He rubbed his eyes again, trying to clear his hazy visions, so that he can see whom it was. A pain suddenly slammed into his head, making him whimper. He shut his eyes and placed his hand on his head, trying to ease the unwelcome headache.
Suddenly he felt someone stroking his hair, in a gentle way and he opened his eyes, expecting it to be Tsuzuki. But to his horror, it wasn't Tsuzuki, "Muraki!" Hisoka recoiled back, trying to get away from the doctor's reach. The pain became more and more unbearable as he moved around. "What do you want from me?" he hissed trying to ignore the pain. The marks on his body glowed and he cried out, the combining of the pains made his body arch and convulse. After several minutes of whimpering, his body fell back against the bed, panting softly. The pain was still there but Hisoka was too exhausted to move around anymore. "Well, I'll just have to do this fast, ne?"
Muraki smirked at the unmoving boy and placed a hand on his chest, playing with the buttons of Hisoka's shirt. "I don't know why I bothered with a slut like you," Muraki started, undoing the buttons of Hisoka's shirt, slowly spreading it apart and licked his lips. Hisoka whimpered softly, trying to get away but his energy were all used up in the struggle just a few minutes ago. The doctor put his arm around Hisoka's back, lifting him slightly up. Hisoka's head fell back and Muraki slipped the long-sleeved shirt off.
"But I guess you are my favorite doll, and I love torturing your delicious body," Muraki continued. He placed Hisoka back on the bed and moved his hands all around Hisoka's exposed chest. Muraki leaned down to capture the boy's lips as a hand located a nipple and began pinching and rolling it around in his fingers. The doctor licked around Hisoka's lips, trying to pry it open but the boy wasn't cooperating. Angered, Muraki clawed his hand up and down Hisoka's chest, making him gasp in pain and Muraki wasted no time in inserting his tongue, thrusting it deep into Hisoka's mouth. Bruises appeared on the boy's chest, the result of long nails.
His hands traveled down to the front of Hisoka's jeans and began undoing the button and slipping the zip down. Something snapped in the boy's thoughts and he began struggling violently, head turning to his side, breaking the rough kiss. Muraki glared and climbed on the bed, pinning Hisoka's arms above his head. He searched around and located Hisoka's shirt that he had carelessly dumped. He bent down without removing his hand from Hisoka's arms and used his free hand to retrieve the long-sleeved shirt.
Muraki tied the boy's hands up above his head, on the post. "Don't try to tempt me, boy, cause when I'm angry, everything will be ugly," He bent down again and claimed Hisoka's lips in a brutal way, bruising the boy's lips. Hisoka struggled again and as a tongue invaded his mouth, he bit down on it without thinking. Muraki pulled away, wiping the blood from his mouth. The doctor raised his hand and brought it down for a blow across Hisoka's face.
The boy cried out again as Muraki's face descends to his neck and sharp teeth sank into the soft flesh, drawing blood and sucking it. The doctor pulled away and smirked at the crying boy. "You really like it to be painful, don't you, boy?" Muraki's face went to his shoulder and gave it the same rough treatment, biting the skin and sucking the blood out. His hands went to Hisoka's jeans and he pulled it down, together with his boxer, dumping it carelessly.
"Mmm, your body is beautiful, your smooth soft skin looks better with blood on it," he purred running his eyes up and down the exposed body. Hisoka twisted, trying to release himself from the bonds. "Let me go!!" Muraki leaned down and captured Hisoka's lower lip, sucking it before sinking his teeth in the flesh. The doctor pulled away and studied the boy again; blood running down his lip and his neck were messed up with blood. Licking his lips, he descends again, lapping at the red liquid.
"It's no use struggling boy, Tsuzuki won't hear you, he's still fast asleep," he started. "And I noticed you have a little love affair with that man, am I right?" Muraki asked, not expecting an answer. Hisoka didn't reply, simply glaring at his most hateful enemy. "And I also noted that he knew what happened between you and I," Hisoka gasped, fearing Muraki would hurt Tsuzuki. "Leave Tsuzuki out of this!" the boy hissed. "Oh no, I don't remember ever asking you to give me orders," Muraki grabbed the boy's sensitive organ and squeezed hard.
Hisoka cried out, back arching in pain. "I'm the boss here, I give you orders, not you, you're just my plaything," he warned but didn't release the grip he had on the boy. "N… no… let go!" he whimpered again, much to Muraki's amusement. "I said, don't give me orders, you need to plead, beg me," he whispered in his ears, hand tightening on the boy's abused sex. "Please… please don't," he pleaded, hoping the doctor would show mercy.
Muraki smirked again. His hand softening the hold, but not fully letting it free. Hand curled around the soft member, he ran it up and down, making Hisoka's mind twist. "No… please…" he pleaded again, trying to shut some part of his sick mind. The doctor ignored it and began stroking him faster and faster, enjoying the whimpers the boy produced. The flesh in his hand were getting harder and harder with each stroke, and Muraki released the now hard sex. He observed his body again, "Beautiful, hard and innocent,"
Hisoka moaned, involuntarily, body covered with a fine layer of sweat. "You like it, boy?" the doctor asked, his hand returning to his hard shaft, making Hisoka arch against the touch, a slight blush colored his cheeks. Muraki pulled his hand away making the boy whimper, and began undressing, placing his clothes neatly on a table. Hisoka wasn't sure what was happening to his body. It was reacting against his will and he blushed again at the sight of the doctor's hard body.
Hisoka couldn't think as the sexual part of him took control and he spread his legs wide, knees bending, exposing himself to the doctor. "Nn… I knew you would submit to me, sooner or later," the doctor purred and began stroking Hisoka again. Muraki removed his hands, exchanging it with his tongue, licking around the head making Hisoka cry out and arch his back. Muraki moved deeper, sucking him to ecstasy. Hisoka whimpered, his body writhing restless on the bed.
Muraki sensed that Hisoka was close to the edge so he pulled away from the weeping member. Hisoka whimpered and raised his hips, trying to get the mouth where it was. "Shh… I'll give you more, just be patient," the doctor whispered, holding him still. The doctor placed his hands on his hips and turned him to his stomach. Hisoka's arms crossed painfully above his head, still bound by his shirt. Hisoka lifted his hips, offering himself to the sadistic doctor. Muraki moaned at the sight. "Yes… beautiful… my slut, my very own slut,"
Muraki bent down to lap at the puckered hole, sticking his tongue in and Hisoka couldn't do anything but moan. Muraki pulled away and positioned his arousal on the opening and pushed in up to the hilt. The doctor pulled out and slammed back in, without giving Hisoka time to adjust. The boy cried out again and again as the hard shaft abused his passage, blood coming out, playing the role as lubricant. The cries soon became groans of pleasure.
Hisoka moaned again and lifted his hips higher, pleasure controlling the way he thinks. The doctor smirked, he liked his doll like this, submissive and giving. The doctor's thrust increased in strength and speed, riding the boy until climax took over and he released his seed in Hisoka's body. The boy moaned again, his body shaking violently as he felt his body rose to the limits of pleasure and he released, spilling himself onto the bed.
The doctor pulled away and Hisoka fell back on the bed, still on his stomach, too tired to move. The blond panted, his skin still flushed. "How was it, boy?" a voice startled him but he stayed quiet. "It's obvious, you enjoyed it," the voice slurred in his ear. His eyes widen in realization, gasping softly. He refused to believe it. The tip of a finger trailed up from the small of his back and up to his neck, making him shiver. "Maybe next time, we can do it again," the doctor said again. Hisoka wriggled, trying to escape, but the bonds held him right in place. "Let me go!!"
Muraki turned him over onto his back, his index finger tracing the pale rose color of the curse marks. "You know, these curse I left on your body will kill you, I really am surprised you're not dead yet," the doctor started, making the boy shut his eyes as the finger trailed lower towards his legs. "I wonder what's stopping it, my magic are really strong," he said again as the finger went from his knee up to his thighs and Hisoka felt ghostly touches on his sex. "Stop… let go… onegai," he pleaded, eyes still tightly shut.
"I wonder what Tsuzuki will think, if he saw me… sleeping… with… you," Hisoka shook his head. "No! You forced me in!! You raped me!!" the boy yelled, not caring what the consequences are. The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then I must be seeing things, I'm really sure that you wanted it," Muraki leaned in close to his ear. "Craved it… wanted more… pleading me to fuck you… begging me silently…" he slurred, breath puffy against Hisoka's neck.
"IYAA!! I didn't!! I didn't want it!! I hate you!!" Hisoka cried again, tears cascading down his cheeks. Muraki chuckled softly. The marks on his body slowly rising in color, making the boy arch slightly as pain covered his body. Hisoka struggled again to free his arms, almost tearing the cloth but succeeding in freeing an arm and he used it to push Muraki away. "You can say whatever you want boy, but deep down inside, I know you liked it," Muraki stated then got up to get dressed. "Face it, Hisoka, you want it," he said again, after putting on his clothes and walked out the door.
Relief that the doctor didn't lock the door, Hisoka tugged at his bound arm again and finally managed to get his arms free. He put on what was left of his almost torn sweater and slipped into his jeans. Limping slightly towards the door, a dull pain still stayed on his bottom, the result of rough thrusting. With tears still blurring his eyes, he walked as fast as he could towards Hijiri's single ward, glad that it's still dawn and there were no people passing by. He wouldn't want anyone to see the state he was in, all ruffled.
Getting in, he finally collapsed onto the cold tiles, Tsuzuki still fast asleep. Hisoka let the tears fall freely down his face, not being able to hold it in as the doctor's words penetrated his mind. 'Face it, Hisoka, you want it,' and he lost consciousness on the floor.
End of Chapter 11
(A/N: I was mean, sorry!!! I'll make it up to you guys who were offended soon okay!! Anyway, review please!!! Those who had reviewed, thanx a lo~~~~~~~t!! I appreciate it sooooooo much!!!!!! Anyway, questions or suggestions, don't be shy to type in!!! Again, thanx!!! I'll finish chapter 12 real soon, and make sure no kids reading this from now on, okay?! Ja ne!!!)
Chapter 11 Forced or Willingly?
Hisoka woke up to unfamiliar surroundings. He rubbed his eyes before trying to remember how did he get here, wherever it is. He looked around again and noticed a man sitting on a chair, by a desk. He rubbed his eyes again, trying to clear his hazy visions, so that he can see whom it was. A pain suddenly slammed into his head, making him whimper. He shut his eyes and placed his hand on his head, trying to ease the unwelcome headache.
Suddenly he felt someone stroking his hair, in a gentle way and he opened his eyes, expecting it to be Tsuzuki. But to his horror, it wasn't Tsuzuki, "Muraki!" Hisoka recoiled back, trying to get away from the doctor's reach. The pain became more and more unbearable as he moved around. "What do you want from me?" he hissed trying to ignore the pain. The marks on his body glowed and he cried out, the combining of the pains made his body arch and convulse. After several minutes of whimpering, his body fell back against the bed, panting softly. The pain was still there but Hisoka was too exhausted to move around anymore. "Well, I'll just have to do this fast, ne?"
Muraki smirked at the unmoving boy and placed a hand on his chest, playing with the buttons of Hisoka's shirt. "I don't know why I bothered with a slut like you," Muraki started, undoing the buttons of Hisoka's shirt, slowly spreading it apart and licked his lips. Hisoka whimpered softly, trying to get away but his energy were all used up in the struggle just a few minutes ago. The doctor put his arm around Hisoka's back, lifting him slightly up. Hisoka's head fell back and Muraki slipped the long-sleeved shirt off.
"But I guess you are my favorite doll, and I love torturing your delicious body," Muraki continued. He placed Hisoka back on the bed and moved his hands all around Hisoka's exposed chest. Muraki leaned down to capture the boy's lips as a hand located a nipple and began pinching and rolling it around in his fingers. The doctor licked around Hisoka's lips, trying to pry it open but the boy wasn't cooperating. Angered, Muraki clawed his hand up and down Hisoka's chest, making him gasp in pain and Muraki wasted no time in inserting his tongue, thrusting it deep into Hisoka's mouth. Bruises appeared on the boy's chest, the result of long nails.
His hands traveled down to the front of Hisoka's jeans and began undoing the button and slipping the zip down. Something snapped in the boy's thoughts and he began struggling violently, head turning to his side, breaking the rough kiss. Muraki glared and climbed on the bed, pinning Hisoka's arms above his head. He searched around and located Hisoka's shirt that he had carelessly dumped. He bent down without removing his hand from Hisoka's arms and used his free hand to retrieve the long-sleeved shirt.
Muraki tied the boy's hands up above his head, on the post. "Don't try to tempt me, boy, cause when I'm angry, everything will be ugly," He bent down again and claimed Hisoka's lips in a brutal way, bruising the boy's lips. Hisoka struggled again and as a tongue invaded his mouth, he bit down on it without thinking. Muraki pulled away, wiping the blood from his mouth. The doctor raised his hand and brought it down for a blow across Hisoka's face.
The boy cried out again as Muraki's face descends to his neck and sharp teeth sank into the soft flesh, drawing blood and sucking it. The doctor pulled away and smirked at the crying boy. "You really like it to be painful, don't you, boy?" Muraki's face went to his shoulder and gave it the same rough treatment, biting the skin and sucking the blood out. His hands went to Hisoka's jeans and he pulled it down, together with his boxer, dumping it carelessly.
"Mmm, your body is beautiful, your smooth soft skin looks better with blood on it," he purred running his eyes up and down the exposed body. Hisoka twisted, trying to release himself from the bonds. "Let me go!!" Muraki leaned down and captured Hisoka's lower lip, sucking it before sinking his teeth in the flesh. The doctor pulled away and studied the boy again; blood running down his lip and his neck were messed up with blood. Licking his lips, he descends again, lapping at the red liquid.
"It's no use struggling boy, Tsuzuki won't hear you, he's still fast asleep," he started. "And I noticed you have a little love affair with that man, am I right?" Muraki asked, not expecting an answer. Hisoka didn't reply, simply glaring at his most hateful enemy. "And I also noted that he knew what happened between you and I," Hisoka gasped, fearing Muraki would hurt Tsuzuki. "Leave Tsuzuki out of this!" the boy hissed. "Oh no, I don't remember ever asking you to give me orders," Muraki grabbed the boy's sensitive organ and squeezed hard.
Hisoka cried out, back arching in pain. "I'm the boss here, I give you orders, not you, you're just my plaything," he warned but didn't release the grip he had on the boy. "N… no… let go!" he whimpered again, much to Muraki's amusement. "I said, don't give me orders, you need to plead, beg me," he whispered in his ears, hand tightening on the boy's abused sex. "Please… please don't," he pleaded, hoping the doctor would show mercy.
Muraki smirked again. His hand softening the hold, but not fully letting it free. Hand curled around the soft member, he ran it up and down, making Hisoka's mind twist. "No… please…" he pleaded again, trying to shut some part of his sick mind. The doctor ignored it and began stroking him faster and faster, enjoying the whimpers the boy produced. The flesh in his hand were getting harder and harder with each stroke, and Muraki released the now hard sex. He observed his body again, "Beautiful, hard and innocent,"
Hisoka moaned, involuntarily, body covered with a fine layer of sweat. "You like it, boy?" the doctor asked, his hand returning to his hard shaft, making Hisoka arch against the touch, a slight blush colored his cheeks. Muraki pulled his hand away making the boy whimper, and began undressing, placing his clothes neatly on a table. Hisoka wasn't sure what was happening to his body. It was reacting against his will and he blushed again at the sight of the doctor's hard body.
Hisoka couldn't think as the sexual part of him took control and he spread his legs wide, knees bending, exposing himself to the doctor. "Nn… I knew you would submit to me, sooner or later," the doctor purred and began stroking Hisoka again. Muraki removed his hands, exchanging it with his tongue, licking around the head making Hisoka cry out and arch his back. Muraki moved deeper, sucking him to ecstasy. Hisoka whimpered, his body writhing restless on the bed.
Muraki sensed that Hisoka was close to the edge so he pulled away from the weeping member. Hisoka whimpered and raised his hips, trying to get the mouth where it was. "Shh… I'll give you more, just be patient," the doctor whispered, holding him still. The doctor placed his hands on his hips and turned him to his stomach. Hisoka's arms crossed painfully above his head, still bound by his shirt. Hisoka lifted his hips, offering himself to the sadistic doctor. Muraki moaned at the sight. "Yes… beautiful… my slut, my very own slut,"
Muraki bent down to lap at the puckered hole, sticking his tongue in and Hisoka couldn't do anything but moan. Muraki pulled away and positioned his arousal on the opening and pushed in up to the hilt. The doctor pulled out and slammed back in, without giving Hisoka time to adjust. The boy cried out again and again as the hard shaft abused his passage, blood coming out, playing the role as lubricant. The cries soon became groans of pleasure.
Hisoka moaned again and lifted his hips higher, pleasure controlling the way he thinks. The doctor smirked, he liked his doll like this, submissive and giving. The doctor's thrust increased in strength and speed, riding the boy until climax took over and he released his seed in Hisoka's body. The boy moaned again, his body shaking violently as he felt his body rose to the limits of pleasure and he released, spilling himself onto the bed.
The doctor pulled away and Hisoka fell back on the bed, still on his stomach, too tired to move. The blond panted, his skin still flushed. "How was it, boy?" a voice startled him but he stayed quiet. "It's obvious, you enjoyed it," the voice slurred in his ear. His eyes widen in realization, gasping softly. He refused to believe it. The tip of a finger trailed up from the small of his back and up to his neck, making him shiver. "Maybe next time, we can do it again," the doctor said again. Hisoka wriggled, trying to escape, but the bonds held him right in place. "Let me go!!"
Muraki turned him over onto his back, his index finger tracing the pale rose color of the curse marks. "You know, these curse I left on your body will kill you, I really am surprised you're not dead yet," the doctor started, making the boy shut his eyes as the finger trailed lower towards his legs. "I wonder what's stopping it, my magic are really strong," he said again as the finger went from his knee up to his thighs and Hisoka felt ghostly touches on his sex. "Stop… let go… onegai," he pleaded, eyes still tightly shut.
"I wonder what Tsuzuki will think, if he saw me… sleeping… with… you," Hisoka shook his head. "No! You forced me in!! You raped me!!" the boy yelled, not caring what the consequences are. The doctor raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then I must be seeing things, I'm really sure that you wanted it," Muraki leaned in close to his ear. "Craved it… wanted more… pleading me to fuck you… begging me silently…" he slurred, breath puffy against Hisoka's neck.
"IYAA!! I didn't!! I didn't want it!! I hate you!!" Hisoka cried again, tears cascading down his cheeks. Muraki chuckled softly. The marks on his body slowly rising in color, making the boy arch slightly as pain covered his body. Hisoka struggled again to free his arms, almost tearing the cloth but succeeding in freeing an arm and he used it to push Muraki away. "You can say whatever you want boy, but deep down inside, I know you liked it," Muraki stated then got up to get dressed. "Face it, Hisoka, you want it," he said again, after putting on his clothes and walked out the door.
Relief that the doctor didn't lock the door, Hisoka tugged at his bound arm again and finally managed to get his arms free. He put on what was left of his almost torn sweater and slipped into his jeans. Limping slightly towards the door, a dull pain still stayed on his bottom, the result of rough thrusting. With tears still blurring his eyes, he walked as fast as he could towards Hijiri's single ward, glad that it's still dawn and there were no people passing by. He wouldn't want anyone to see the state he was in, all ruffled.
Getting in, he finally collapsed onto the cold tiles, Tsuzuki still fast asleep. Hisoka let the tears fall freely down his face, not being able to hold it in as the doctor's words penetrated his mind. 'Face it, Hisoka, you want it,' and he lost consciousness on the floor.
End of Chapter 11
(A/N: I was mean, sorry!!! I'll make it up to you guys who were offended soon okay!! Anyway, review please!!! Those who had reviewed, thanx a lo~~~~~~~t!! I appreciate it sooooooo much!!!!!! Anyway, questions or suggestions, don't be shy to type in!!! Again, thanx!!! I'll finish chapter 12 real soon, and make sure no kids reading this from now on, okay?! Ja ne!!!)