Chapter 14 Sinned
Hijiri clutched his head with one hand as he pushed himself up from the cold tiles with the other. He whimpered a little and managed to get up on his feet, swaying a little but steadied himself. He glanced at Tsuzuki and his heart ached at the sight of Tsuzuki, staring into space, tears running calmly down his face.
"Tsuzuki?" Hijiri called out, worried for the one he loved. But the brunette didn't answer. The boy walked cautiously towards the still dazed Tsuzuki. "Tsuzuki, I'm sorry," he whispered as he lightly touched the brunette's arm. But the minute his index finger touched the fabric of Tsuzuki's shirt, the brunette lashed out and slapped Hijiri's hands away.
"You… its all your fault…" Tsuzuki hissed, glaring at the helpless boy, making Hijiri gasp. Tsuzuki had never acted this way, never pointed those deadly gazes of scary violet eyes at him. It was as if Tsuzuki had undergone a personality change. But Hijiri wouldn't give up; he took a step closer towards Tsuzuki and carefully wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his face in Tsuzuki's chest.
Tsuzuki's expression revealed disgust, as he pushed Hijiri away with such force that surprised the boy, even Tsuzuki was shocked. Hijiri landed with a thud on the floor, tears gathering at his eyes, making those familiar green orbs glassy. "Tsuzuki…" At that time, Hijiri was absolutely sure Tsuzuki hated him, and he couldn't accept the fact that Tsuzuki doesn't want him anymore.
Hijiri shook his head, climbing back to his feet and rushed to Tsuzuki, clutching the young man's body, refusing to let go even when Tsuzuki tried to push him away. "No! I'm sorry, Tsuzuki, I won't do it again, don't hate me, please!!" he sobbed; "I love you!" the boy exclaimed as his arms went tighter over Tsuzuki's body.
Anger controlled Tsuzuki as he spoke, "Get yourself off me and get out, Hijiri," Tsuzuki hissed again. Hijiri gasped as his eyes watered, releasing his hold on Tsuzuki, gazing up into those cold amethyst eyes. His eyes were icy and Hijiri backed a step, fearing the only one he love. "Tsuzuki…" he whispered. "You heard what I said, Hijiri," the older man spoke again and tears fell freely from Hijiri's eyes.
'It can't be, it can't be,' his mind taunted. Tsuzuki had never been this mad at him. Tsuzuki was always gentle. This man had always been kind to him. Hijiri tried again to get close to Tsuzuki but the man simply walked to the door, opening it wide for Hijiri. "Get the heck out of here," the man hissed and Hijiri wondered if everything was a nightmare. Hijiri wouldn't budge, making Tsuzuki's anger spill out and he grabbed Hijiri's arm roughly, shoving him out and slamming the door shut.
Again, Hijiri landed with a thud on the cement, tears uncontrollable. He stared at the door for a long while, before getting to his feet. Reaching through his pocket, he got out a receipt that was given from the hospital. On it, listed Muraki sensei's address. Desperate to get comfort, he ran out to the street, signaling for a taxi. Showing the address to the taxi driver, he nodded and drove off to their destination.
Inside the taxi, Hijiri wondered why in the world would he go to Sensei's house right now. He barely even knows Sensei and now he's going to meet him. He just felt as if something inside him desired to meet with the doctor. Although he tried to ignore it, the feeling was still there. As if his body would only go to Sensei for comfort. He was confused but there was no turning back as the taxi driver parked the car outside the huge mansion. Hijiri paid the driver and got out, walking to the front door.
He took deep breaths, wiping any traces of tears before knocking on the door. After a few seconds of waiting, the door opened with a click and out came a maid, answering his knocks. Hijiri swallowed before plucking the courage to ask. "A-ano, is Muraki sensei in?" the maid smiled before answering. "Do you have a medical appointment with him?" asked the maid. Hijiri sighed dejectedly and shook his head. "I'm afraid you can't see him without an appointm-" the maid was cut short as a tall man wearing silver pushed her away politely. She bowed in front of the man and quickly went in her own room, closing the door behind.
"Ah, Hijiri-kun, what brought you here?" Muraki asked, a smile on his face. The doctor politely asked the maid to leave them be, opening the door wide enough for Hijiri to enter. "I… I don't know…" Hijiri replied, as Muraki softly pat the couch beside him, for Hijiri to sit. The boy took the offer and sat down on the couch, sinking into it.
The doctor noticed the tears and asked, "What happened? Were you crying?" the inquiry startled Hijiri at first, and he didn't want to tell at first but he felt the urge to be comforted so he nodded. The doctor smirked, but it went unnoticed to the boy as he moved closer to Hijiri, placing his arms around his shoulders, pulling him to the doctor's firm chest. "Care to tell me why?" Muraki asked softly, whispering in Hijiri's ear, making goose bumps decorate his neck.
Hijiri lifted his head from the doctor's chest to stare at Muraki's silver ones. Lifting one hand to gently caress the doctor's cheek, he asked, "Why do you care so much for me?" Muraki smirked again, bringing his face as close as possible to Hijiri's; lips almost touching the boy's, but Hijiri didn't pull away. He simply closed his eyes, leaning against the doctor. "Because, you have become my new puppet," he whispered as he landed a fierce kiss on Hijiri's lips.
*****
Tsuzuki slumped down on the floor after Hijiri had gone. He covered his face with his hands as he began sobbing, his shoulders shaking. 'What have I done, what have I done,' he kept repeating again and again in his heart. He never meant all those things he said to the boy; he never meant to drive him away like that. He never meant to blame Hijiri and he never wanted to hate him.
He knew he shouldn't be angry like that, but when it comes to Hisoka, he just couldn't help it. He pushed himself up from the floor after ages of bone cramming sobbing on the floor. "Hisoka," he whispered to himself before running full speed up the stairs to Hisoka's room. He could already hear crying sounds inside, so he knocked fiercely on the door.
"Hisoka!! Hisoka let me in!!" No answer. He was beginning to get worried, as the room grew quiet. "'Soka-chan!!" Then he heard ruffling sounds and he began knocking again on the door.
"It's not locked, you baka!!" an annoyed yell came from inside. Tsuzuki paused for a moment before twisting the doorknob and it opened with a click. Sitting on the bed was Hisoka, wiping furiously at the tears and his shoulders was still slightly shaking.
Hisoka was actually crying inside, looking at the marks on his body, thinking that Tsuzuki will hate him once he found out. When he heard the knock, he was fast on his feet, grabbing his shirt, putting it on and answering Tsuzuki.
"Hisoka…" Tsuzuki whispered, sitting on the bed and he tried to reach out to the blonde boy but Hisoka quickly moved backwards on the bed, glaring daggers at Tsuzuki. The brunette winced at first, but he wasn't going to give up. He reached out again and cupped Hisoka's tear stained cheek with one hand. "Hisoka, I'm very sorry," he whispered again.
Hisoka pulled away and turned the other way. "I've said already, I won't force you to love me," Hisoka tensed as he felt arms circling him from behind, loving arms. "I love you Hisoka, please believe me," Tsuzuki leaned his chin on Hisoka's shoulder, "I love you and I hope you can forgive me, Hisoka," The arms held him close against Tsuzuki's warm chest and Hisoka leaned in closer, almost unconsciously.
"Tsuzuki… why do you love me?" Hisoka turned around in the man's arms, before wrapping his own arms around Tsuzuki's neck and burying his head in the brunette's chest. Tsuzuki pulled him even closer, kissing Hisoka's head. "I love you because it's natural for me to love you, I can't help with these feelings, that's why, I don't want to lose you,"
Tsuzuki gently laid Hisoka on the bed, and stretched out next to him. Wrapping his arms once more around Hisoka's quivering body, pulling him close. "Never doubt my love, Hisoka," Tsuzuki whispered in Hisoka's ear, and planted a light kiss on his lips.
*****
"I'm… I'm your new puppet?" a confused Hijiri asked as the aggressive kiss broke. Muraki smirked and licked the boy's neck. Hijiri was too dazed to do anything about it. "Yes… yes you are, and I won't let my puppet be hurt…" he sucked the skin of his neck before biting gently, leaving marks behind. "Unless I want them to…" he whispered again.
"Sensei… don't… stop it," Hijiri tried pushing him away again before he felt strange feelings down between his legs. He blushed as he saw his own flesh tenting in his pants, and he whimpered. He didn't remember ever feeling aroused at all. The doctor's hand found it's way to the front of Hijiri's pants and began squeezing.
"I can make you feel pleasure… pain… anger… hatred… jealousy or even love," Hijiri pushed the hand away but as soon as the doctor's lips pressed down on his roughly, his hands went limp and Muraki continued fondling him. "Sensei… I don't want to… do this…" he bucked as the doctor's hands found it's way inside his pants. "Shh… you'll enjoy this, I promise…" the doctor slurred in Hijiri's ears, making the boy shiver and moan.
Hijiri's mind was clouded by Tsuzuki's images and he tried to push the doctor away and move backwards but as Muraki kissed him, it was as if he had forgotten everything. The doctor's hands began unzipping Hijiri's jeans, but Hijiri couldn't do anything. As if his body was urging Muraki to continue. His fly was opened and Muraki pulled out the boy's erection out from the confines of his boxers.
"A… ano… sensei… your tea is ready…" a voice made Muraki look up from the task at hand. A maid was standing a few feet away from the duo and she was blushing, eyes fixed on something she shouldn't have stared. Hijiri was thrusting inside the doctor's hand, not caring about the maid. "Leave us alone, now!!" Muraki's hands tightening around Hijiri's organ, making him moan, but the doctor was still glaring at the maid. "Can't you see we're busy?" She gasped, tearing her gaze away from the scene, blushing furiously. "H-hai!" after giving a slight bow, she immediately fled, leaving them alone.
"Now, we should have some privacy, shouldn't we?" the doctor purred in Hijiri's ear and the boy suddenly shook his head. "De… demo, sensei, I don't want to do this… ahh…" Hijiri moaned again as the doctor's thumb played with the head of his organ. "I insist," and the next thing he knew, he was lifted in strong arms, carried to a large room and dumped onto the double bed.
The doctor's hand went back to Hijiri's hard organ, pumping and moving it up and down the length. His other hand struggled to remove the boy's jeans and succeeded somehow. Hijiri's hips were thrusting wildly into the doctor's hand but his mind was reacting differently. "Sensei, onegai… I don't want to do this…" The doctor smirked and tightened his hand, his thumb pressing on the head. Hijiri arched and a loud moan escaped him.
"You wouldn't be hard…" Muraki licked his ear before continuing, "…If you don't want this," he whispered again. Hijiri shook his head, denying the fact that he was aroused. Muraki released his hold on Hijiri and began stripping Hijiri of his clothes, almost ripping them to half but he managed to control himself. Hijiri couldn't struggle, he tried but his body wouldn't obey.
"Why? Why are you doing… this to me…" the boy asked quietly after the last layer of his clothes was removed. The doctor trailed his hands all over the boy's chest before running down the long slender legs. Hijiri's back was arched as the doctor teased his painfully hard member, and urgently thrusting, wanting Muraki's touch. Hijiri took a firm grip on the doctor's white clad shoulder as Muraki began pumping him again. His head buried in the doctor's neck, trying to muffle his sounds of pleasure.
"Tsuzuki… unn… ahhh… Tsuzuki… yes…" Hijiri moaned, making the doctor smirk. "Yes… think of me as Tsuzuki… your love… the one you've been longing for a long time now…" Hijiri's hips thrusting faster and faster, the doctor's hand squeezing the boy's length.
"Tsuzuki… I want more… onegai…" Muraki chuckled, staring into Hijiri's green glazed over eyes. In Hijiri's vision, only Tsuzuki was present together with him. 'I'm going to enjoy this,' the doctor thought, as the spell worked it's magic on the brunette boy. Hijiri reached up, placing a soft kiss on Muraki's lips, thinking it was Tsuzuki, and the doctor replied with a hard heated one.
Hijiri broke the kiss, pleading eyes gazing into silver ones. "Please… Tsuzuki, I love you… make love to me…" Getting up, Muraki only undressed from the waist down, and kneeling back down on the bed. The doctor lifted Hijiri's legs up on his broad shoulders, positioning his stiff member at Hijiri's entrance, and pushed in roughly. The doctor's organ penetrated Hijiri with such force, making the boy arch in pain, his mouth opened in a silent scream, voice barely coming out.
"Tsuzuki… gently, please," he pleaded, not knowing that it was the sadistic doctor thrusting savagely into the boy's small body. "This is how it works, Hijiri," the doctor slurred, his breath hot against the boy's neck. "If you love me, you have to submit," Hijiri whimpered, another rough thrust pushing him deeper against the bed.
Hijiri swallowed, trying not to voice out his pain. As long as Tsuzuki loves him and pleased with him, he would walk on hot burning charcoals. After more hard thrusts, the doctor achieved climax, spilling his seed inside the boy's body, some of it dribbling down his thighs, a mixture of blood in it. But Hijiri didn't reach the peak of pleasure, for his mind was clouded only with pain.
The doctor pulled out of the exhausted boy's body. "Tsuzuki… I love you," came a soft whisper before fatigue overcame him, closing his eyes, thinking that Tsuzuki had forgotten Hisoka and loves him. Muraki smirked, "Stupid boy, just like your friend, easy to fool," he said aloud. Covering Hijiri's body only with a blanket, the doctor walked out.
Inside Hijiri's dream, the Tsuzuki he saw was much more gentle, not hurting him. The Tsuzuki he saw loves him, and only him. No one else in the mind of the violet eyed man.
"I'd do anything for you, Tsuzuki, because I love you,"
End of chapter 14
(A/N: Saa... minna, sorry again for the lag of update, but I've been quite busy this week and for all weeks I guess. But I've been dividing my time and I've came out with this.... So, I'm begging you guys to review my fic!!! ONEGAI ONEGAI ONEGAI!!! And I wanna say thank you to those who had done it... arigatou very much!!!
Hijiri clutched his head with one hand as he pushed himself up from the cold tiles with the other. He whimpered a little and managed to get up on his feet, swaying a little but steadied himself. He glanced at Tsuzuki and his heart ached at the sight of Tsuzuki, staring into space, tears running calmly down his face.
"Tsuzuki?" Hijiri called out, worried for the one he loved. But the brunette didn't answer. The boy walked cautiously towards the still dazed Tsuzuki. "Tsuzuki, I'm sorry," he whispered as he lightly touched the brunette's arm. But the minute his index finger touched the fabric of Tsuzuki's shirt, the brunette lashed out and slapped Hijiri's hands away.
"You… its all your fault…" Tsuzuki hissed, glaring at the helpless boy, making Hijiri gasp. Tsuzuki had never acted this way, never pointed those deadly gazes of scary violet eyes at him. It was as if Tsuzuki had undergone a personality change. But Hijiri wouldn't give up; he took a step closer towards Tsuzuki and carefully wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his face in Tsuzuki's chest.
Tsuzuki's expression revealed disgust, as he pushed Hijiri away with such force that surprised the boy, even Tsuzuki was shocked. Hijiri landed with a thud on the floor, tears gathering at his eyes, making those familiar green orbs glassy. "Tsuzuki…" At that time, Hijiri was absolutely sure Tsuzuki hated him, and he couldn't accept the fact that Tsuzuki doesn't want him anymore.
Hijiri shook his head, climbing back to his feet and rushed to Tsuzuki, clutching the young man's body, refusing to let go even when Tsuzuki tried to push him away. "No! I'm sorry, Tsuzuki, I won't do it again, don't hate me, please!!" he sobbed; "I love you!" the boy exclaimed as his arms went tighter over Tsuzuki's body.
Anger controlled Tsuzuki as he spoke, "Get yourself off me and get out, Hijiri," Tsuzuki hissed again. Hijiri gasped as his eyes watered, releasing his hold on Tsuzuki, gazing up into those cold amethyst eyes. His eyes were icy and Hijiri backed a step, fearing the only one he love. "Tsuzuki…" he whispered. "You heard what I said, Hijiri," the older man spoke again and tears fell freely from Hijiri's eyes.
'It can't be, it can't be,' his mind taunted. Tsuzuki had never been this mad at him. Tsuzuki was always gentle. This man had always been kind to him. Hijiri tried again to get close to Tsuzuki but the man simply walked to the door, opening it wide for Hijiri. "Get the heck out of here," the man hissed and Hijiri wondered if everything was a nightmare. Hijiri wouldn't budge, making Tsuzuki's anger spill out and he grabbed Hijiri's arm roughly, shoving him out and slamming the door shut.
Again, Hijiri landed with a thud on the cement, tears uncontrollable. He stared at the door for a long while, before getting to his feet. Reaching through his pocket, he got out a receipt that was given from the hospital. On it, listed Muraki sensei's address. Desperate to get comfort, he ran out to the street, signaling for a taxi. Showing the address to the taxi driver, he nodded and drove off to their destination.
Inside the taxi, Hijiri wondered why in the world would he go to Sensei's house right now. He barely even knows Sensei and now he's going to meet him. He just felt as if something inside him desired to meet with the doctor. Although he tried to ignore it, the feeling was still there. As if his body would only go to Sensei for comfort. He was confused but there was no turning back as the taxi driver parked the car outside the huge mansion. Hijiri paid the driver and got out, walking to the front door.
He took deep breaths, wiping any traces of tears before knocking on the door. After a few seconds of waiting, the door opened with a click and out came a maid, answering his knocks. Hijiri swallowed before plucking the courage to ask. "A-ano, is Muraki sensei in?" the maid smiled before answering. "Do you have a medical appointment with him?" asked the maid. Hijiri sighed dejectedly and shook his head. "I'm afraid you can't see him without an appointm-" the maid was cut short as a tall man wearing silver pushed her away politely. She bowed in front of the man and quickly went in her own room, closing the door behind.
"Ah, Hijiri-kun, what brought you here?" Muraki asked, a smile on his face. The doctor politely asked the maid to leave them be, opening the door wide enough for Hijiri to enter. "I… I don't know…" Hijiri replied, as Muraki softly pat the couch beside him, for Hijiri to sit. The boy took the offer and sat down on the couch, sinking into it.
The doctor noticed the tears and asked, "What happened? Were you crying?" the inquiry startled Hijiri at first, and he didn't want to tell at first but he felt the urge to be comforted so he nodded. The doctor smirked, but it went unnoticed to the boy as he moved closer to Hijiri, placing his arms around his shoulders, pulling him to the doctor's firm chest. "Care to tell me why?" Muraki asked softly, whispering in Hijiri's ear, making goose bumps decorate his neck.
Hijiri lifted his head from the doctor's chest to stare at Muraki's silver ones. Lifting one hand to gently caress the doctor's cheek, he asked, "Why do you care so much for me?" Muraki smirked again, bringing his face as close as possible to Hijiri's; lips almost touching the boy's, but Hijiri didn't pull away. He simply closed his eyes, leaning against the doctor. "Because, you have become my new puppet," he whispered as he landed a fierce kiss on Hijiri's lips.
*****
Tsuzuki slumped down on the floor after Hijiri had gone. He covered his face with his hands as he began sobbing, his shoulders shaking. 'What have I done, what have I done,' he kept repeating again and again in his heart. He never meant all those things he said to the boy; he never meant to drive him away like that. He never meant to blame Hijiri and he never wanted to hate him.
He knew he shouldn't be angry like that, but when it comes to Hisoka, he just couldn't help it. He pushed himself up from the floor after ages of bone cramming sobbing on the floor. "Hisoka," he whispered to himself before running full speed up the stairs to Hisoka's room. He could already hear crying sounds inside, so he knocked fiercely on the door.
"Hisoka!! Hisoka let me in!!" No answer. He was beginning to get worried, as the room grew quiet. "'Soka-chan!!" Then he heard ruffling sounds and he began knocking again on the door.
"It's not locked, you baka!!" an annoyed yell came from inside. Tsuzuki paused for a moment before twisting the doorknob and it opened with a click. Sitting on the bed was Hisoka, wiping furiously at the tears and his shoulders was still slightly shaking.
Hisoka was actually crying inside, looking at the marks on his body, thinking that Tsuzuki will hate him once he found out. When he heard the knock, he was fast on his feet, grabbing his shirt, putting it on and answering Tsuzuki.
"Hisoka…" Tsuzuki whispered, sitting on the bed and he tried to reach out to the blonde boy but Hisoka quickly moved backwards on the bed, glaring daggers at Tsuzuki. The brunette winced at first, but he wasn't going to give up. He reached out again and cupped Hisoka's tear stained cheek with one hand. "Hisoka, I'm very sorry," he whispered again.
Hisoka pulled away and turned the other way. "I've said already, I won't force you to love me," Hisoka tensed as he felt arms circling him from behind, loving arms. "I love you Hisoka, please believe me," Tsuzuki leaned his chin on Hisoka's shoulder, "I love you and I hope you can forgive me, Hisoka," The arms held him close against Tsuzuki's warm chest and Hisoka leaned in closer, almost unconsciously.
"Tsuzuki… why do you love me?" Hisoka turned around in the man's arms, before wrapping his own arms around Tsuzuki's neck and burying his head in the brunette's chest. Tsuzuki pulled him even closer, kissing Hisoka's head. "I love you because it's natural for me to love you, I can't help with these feelings, that's why, I don't want to lose you,"
Tsuzuki gently laid Hisoka on the bed, and stretched out next to him. Wrapping his arms once more around Hisoka's quivering body, pulling him close. "Never doubt my love, Hisoka," Tsuzuki whispered in Hisoka's ear, and planted a light kiss on his lips.
*****
"I'm… I'm your new puppet?" a confused Hijiri asked as the aggressive kiss broke. Muraki smirked and licked the boy's neck. Hijiri was too dazed to do anything about it. "Yes… yes you are, and I won't let my puppet be hurt…" he sucked the skin of his neck before biting gently, leaving marks behind. "Unless I want them to…" he whispered again.
"Sensei… don't… stop it," Hijiri tried pushing him away again before he felt strange feelings down between his legs. He blushed as he saw his own flesh tenting in his pants, and he whimpered. He didn't remember ever feeling aroused at all. The doctor's hand found it's way to the front of Hijiri's pants and began squeezing.
"I can make you feel pleasure… pain… anger… hatred… jealousy or even love," Hijiri pushed the hand away but as soon as the doctor's lips pressed down on his roughly, his hands went limp and Muraki continued fondling him. "Sensei… I don't want to… do this…" he bucked as the doctor's hands found it's way inside his pants. "Shh… you'll enjoy this, I promise…" the doctor slurred in Hijiri's ears, making the boy shiver and moan.
Hijiri's mind was clouded by Tsuzuki's images and he tried to push the doctor away and move backwards but as Muraki kissed him, it was as if he had forgotten everything. The doctor's hands began unzipping Hijiri's jeans, but Hijiri couldn't do anything. As if his body was urging Muraki to continue. His fly was opened and Muraki pulled out the boy's erection out from the confines of his boxers.
"A… ano… sensei… your tea is ready…" a voice made Muraki look up from the task at hand. A maid was standing a few feet away from the duo and she was blushing, eyes fixed on something she shouldn't have stared. Hijiri was thrusting inside the doctor's hand, not caring about the maid. "Leave us alone, now!!" Muraki's hands tightening around Hijiri's organ, making him moan, but the doctor was still glaring at the maid. "Can't you see we're busy?" She gasped, tearing her gaze away from the scene, blushing furiously. "H-hai!" after giving a slight bow, she immediately fled, leaving them alone.
"Now, we should have some privacy, shouldn't we?" the doctor purred in Hijiri's ear and the boy suddenly shook his head. "De… demo, sensei, I don't want to do this… ahh…" Hijiri moaned again as the doctor's thumb played with the head of his organ. "I insist," and the next thing he knew, he was lifted in strong arms, carried to a large room and dumped onto the double bed.
The doctor's hand went back to Hijiri's hard organ, pumping and moving it up and down the length. His other hand struggled to remove the boy's jeans and succeeded somehow. Hijiri's hips were thrusting wildly into the doctor's hand but his mind was reacting differently. "Sensei, onegai… I don't want to do this…" The doctor smirked and tightened his hand, his thumb pressing on the head. Hijiri arched and a loud moan escaped him.
"You wouldn't be hard…" Muraki licked his ear before continuing, "…If you don't want this," he whispered again. Hijiri shook his head, denying the fact that he was aroused. Muraki released his hold on Hijiri and began stripping Hijiri of his clothes, almost ripping them to half but he managed to control himself. Hijiri couldn't struggle, he tried but his body wouldn't obey.
"Why? Why are you doing… this to me…" the boy asked quietly after the last layer of his clothes was removed. The doctor trailed his hands all over the boy's chest before running down the long slender legs. Hijiri's back was arched as the doctor teased his painfully hard member, and urgently thrusting, wanting Muraki's touch. Hijiri took a firm grip on the doctor's white clad shoulder as Muraki began pumping him again. His head buried in the doctor's neck, trying to muffle his sounds of pleasure.
"Tsuzuki… unn… ahhh… Tsuzuki… yes…" Hijiri moaned, making the doctor smirk. "Yes… think of me as Tsuzuki… your love… the one you've been longing for a long time now…" Hijiri's hips thrusting faster and faster, the doctor's hand squeezing the boy's length.
"Tsuzuki… I want more… onegai…" Muraki chuckled, staring into Hijiri's green glazed over eyes. In Hijiri's vision, only Tsuzuki was present together with him. 'I'm going to enjoy this,' the doctor thought, as the spell worked it's magic on the brunette boy. Hijiri reached up, placing a soft kiss on Muraki's lips, thinking it was Tsuzuki, and the doctor replied with a hard heated one.
Hijiri broke the kiss, pleading eyes gazing into silver ones. "Please… Tsuzuki, I love you… make love to me…" Getting up, Muraki only undressed from the waist down, and kneeling back down on the bed. The doctor lifted Hijiri's legs up on his broad shoulders, positioning his stiff member at Hijiri's entrance, and pushed in roughly. The doctor's organ penetrated Hijiri with such force, making the boy arch in pain, his mouth opened in a silent scream, voice barely coming out.
"Tsuzuki… gently, please," he pleaded, not knowing that it was the sadistic doctor thrusting savagely into the boy's small body. "This is how it works, Hijiri," the doctor slurred, his breath hot against the boy's neck. "If you love me, you have to submit," Hijiri whimpered, another rough thrust pushing him deeper against the bed.
Hijiri swallowed, trying not to voice out his pain. As long as Tsuzuki loves him and pleased with him, he would walk on hot burning charcoals. After more hard thrusts, the doctor achieved climax, spilling his seed inside the boy's body, some of it dribbling down his thighs, a mixture of blood in it. But Hijiri didn't reach the peak of pleasure, for his mind was clouded only with pain.
The doctor pulled out of the exhausted boy's body. "Tsuzuki… I love you," came a soft whisper before fatigue overcame him, closing his eyes, thinking that Tsuzuki had forgotten Hisoka and loves him. Muraki smirked, "Stupid boy, just like your friend, easy to fool," he said aloud. Covering Hijiri's body only with a blanket, the doctor walked out.
Inside Hijiri's dream, the Tsuzuki he saw was much more gentle, not hurting him. The Tsuzuki he saw loves him, and only him. No one else in the mind of the violet eyed man.
"I'd do anything for you, Tsuzuki, because I love you,"
End of chapter 14
(A/N: Saa... minna, sorry again for the lag of update, but I've been quite busy this week and for all weeks I guess. But I've been dividing my time and I've came out with this.... So, I'm begging you guys to review my fic!!! ONEGAI ONEGAI ONEGAI!!! And I wanna say thank you to those who had done it... arigatou very much!!!