Title: Abandoned (4/?)
Author: WolfPilot06
Category: AU, angst, shonen ai/yaoi, NCS, limeish, angel-ness, confused author (don't beat me! You'll just give me a concussion), future mpreg (so don't read if you protest against mpregs, cause this plays in pretty importantly later), HISOKA-TORTURE (you have been warned)
Pairings: Muraki x Hisoka, Tatsumi/Watari + Hisoka, (will be) Tsuzuki x Hisoka, Terazuma x Wakaba
Notes: Um, well, I actually wrote chapter 4 before chapter 5…mainly because I was planning on having chapter 5 be the beginning of chapter 4, but then I saw it worked better as chapter 5, and well…uh…yeah. Whee, Hisoka torture.
Hmm, I should just make my "Category" label a "Warnings" label, mainly because I'm too lazy to put up a separate Warnings label. ^_^ Hehe…
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Hisoka came slowly to consciousness, vaguely aware of a dull throbbing pain that seemed to go throughout his body. A moan escaped his lips and he stirred slightly.
He was jolted back to awareness as agony surged through his wing at the tiny movement.
The pentagram- his fall- his wing snapping- that man and the crimson moon. Where was he?
Emerald eyes snapping open in panic, the young angel struggled to rise only to find himself bound to a bed, his wings pressed painfully against the sheets and staining the white cloth with scarlet blood. He was still hurt? How long had he been unconscious?
He winced as his bonds cut into the tender flesh at his wrists and neck, his struggles causing more metallic blood to seep from his still-unhealed wounds. Even the soft cloth of his toga was agony, rubbing against raw flesh with every movement and adding to the agony of cut nerves and fractured bones. Hisoka gazed about wildly, trying to figure out just where he was and what was happening.
A single window lit the room, bathing his surroundings in an unearthly red light and allowing him only the view of a cherry tree, pink petals dropping soundlessly from branches laden with uncountable blossoms like snow. Through the pale, bloom-laden branches, he could see the blood-red face of the moon. The sight that had only hours –days?- before incited excitement and awe now filled him with a terrible fear, anxiety rising to a pitch that was overshadowed only by the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.
He slowly became aware of a darkness hovering on the edge of his senses, a spot that seemed both devoid and overflowing with emotions- such darkness he had never felt before- approaching where he was with what seemed like deliberate slowness. A person, pausing at the door as if in anticipation of what was to come, wrought with thoughts and intentions that Hisoka could not even begin to comprehend.
He flinched as the door opened, casting a pale yellow rectangle of light upon the floor that disappeared as his captor stepped into the room. The man smiled at Hisoka with an expression on his face that the young angel might have termed as benevolence, had he not been sensing the dark delight that accompanied the smile.
Hisoka futilely struggled against his wire-like bindings again as the man approached him, his white clothes stained with the reddish moonlight and making it appear as if he were stained in blood.
"W-who are you?" His voice was hoarse and trembling as he spoke, and he swallowed convulsively as the man's smile widened.
"You need not know that, my lovely doll," the white-haired man murmured, moving to sit on the bed. "All you need know is…you are mine."
The young angel flinched back violently as a hand caressed along his face, long fingers trailing along his jaw before tangling in his sweat-dampened hair, tugging lightly and drawing a pained wince from the captive.
"What do you mean?" he whimpered, unable to keep his tears of fear and frustration from spilling from his eyes. His captor seemed fascinated by his tears, reaching out with a pale, elegant hand to touch the salty drops as they trailed down his skin and bringing one to his lips, the tip of his tongue darting out to taste it.
"So angels can cry," he noted, ignoring Hisoka's flinch. The man bent down until he was face to face with Hisoka. Vaguely, through his terror at the man's proximity and the growing torrent of emotions raging in his unshielded mind, the young angel felt himself being divested of his frugal clothing.
He was not able to hold back a whimper as those unwanted lips pressed against his. Eyes wide, Hisoka automatically struggled, pressing himself back to escape from the man's touch and, failing to do so, cried out in pain as the movement jarred his wing again. The man took advantage of his parted lips to dip his tongue into the young angel's mouth, tasting of the forbidden sweetness before withdrawing, a pleased smile upon his face.
"Such innocence…" the man breathed, caressing Hisoka's face with deceptive tenderness. The boy trembled as the man's emotions continued to batter at his already weak mental shields. He could sense that even as the man trailed his fingers over the skin of Hisoka's neck, there was an overwhelming desire to clasp his slender throat between the man's hands and squeeze until the ivory skin was mottled with bruises and the young angel was near death. He whimpered, closing his eyes in a vain attempt to deny the man's presence.
"Now, we can't have you ignoring me, can we?" the man chuckled, sounding amused. Hisoka gasped as the man pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before lying fully beside him on the bed, draping a possessive arm across the youth's stomach. The young angel moaned in pain as the man shifted his broken wing. Why had not it healed yet?
"W-what have you done to me?" he wailed, straining against his bonds, trying to get away from the man even as he knew his struggle to be futile.
"I suppose you're asking why you haven't healed yet, doll." The man trailed his fingers across Hisoka's bare chest, delighting in the frightened gasps and pants the digits pulled from his captive. "I've placed a spell upon your ties, angel. All your powers are trapped within you, deep where you cannot reach them." Hisoka could feel him smiling against his chest as the man bent to taste the skin there. "You are mine, now."
Then the man placed his hand on his forehead and Hisoka screamed.
Oh God what is happening to me what was this this man who why why why me I never hurt anyone did I oh god what did I do to deserve this pain this pain this pain someone Tatsumi please help me Watari I'm so sorry please stop I'm so sorry what is this strange emotion Lust let me go let me go let me go OH GOD PLEASE JUST LET ME GO I'm going insane I'm losing myself who am I who am I WHO AM I?
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His captor spoke, a breathy murmur against slick skin, trailing over his throat and pooling in the hollow of his collarbone.
"Tell me, precious doll…What do you desire the most in the world?"
He opened his eyes, staring at the silver-haired man in bewilderment. Again he flinched as the hand dropped to his chest, pressing with deceptive gentleness against his bared ribs and stroking along his side in long, smooth movements. A violent shudder racked his slender frame and he wailed helplessly as the man bent over him, tenderly kissing the corner of his mouth and his exposed neck, wringing sounds of shame and fear from his heaving lungs.
"Well, love?" the man purred, warm skin sliding over his own, shifting him closer to the hated tormentor. He tried vainly to escape from the man's touch, straining against the bloodstained bonds that held him captive, whimpering as the wire-like hair sliced deeper into his flesh. A hand placed itself upon his face, covering his mouth and nose until he could barely breathe. He gazed up at the silver-haired mortal with terror in his jewel green eyes between slender fingers stained in blood- his blood.
"What do you wish for, doll?"
A part of his mind wondered why the man kept asking that, the part that wasn't screaming in fear and threatening to tear his sanity into pieces. A voice wailed in the back of his mind, frightened of giving the wrong answer, terrified of the pain that would come if he gave none. He screamed as the man casually broke one of his fingers, weeping with deep, heartbreaking sobs as his mangled hand was released.
"Tell me, my doll, tell me."
His doll? Was that who he was? This man's…possession and toy? No, he had a name. It was…it was…
Doll. My lovely doll. All mine, for all eternity…He couldn't remember.
"I…I want…"
Cool digits stroked alongside his face and he unconsciously turned towards them, dimly feeling the man's other hand pressing against the flat of his abdomen firmly.
"I want…to be free…"
He swallowed hard as the man paused, bracing himself for his captor's reaction.
"Is that all?"
His eyes widened as the man chuckled.
"Then you shall have your freedom, beautiful doll," He opened his mouth to speak when he felt the man's lips capture his own again. He cried out in protest as the man lowered himself, covering his small body with his own. "But first, my reward for catching you, my lovely little angel."
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He was beautiful, this child lying helplessly beneath him. Golden hair soaked with sweat and blood, clinging to an androgynously beautiful face- so young, so perfect- and lips the color of pale roses. Such innocence peered from his wide green eyes –innocence soon to be killed- such sweet music came from his slender, fragile throat, the cries of pain and the crystalline tears that streaked down his pale face fueling his lust until he could no longer restrain himself from hurting his lovely doll, could no longer stop from making him scream.
Yet even through his lust and the pleasure that he drew from the broken young body beneath his, he could not forget his purpose. The knife sliced through the flawless ivory skin easily, raising lines of crimson blood that spilled to soak the pure white sheets, drawing screams of agony from the darling child in his grasp. He held his hand to the boy's abdomen, chanting the curse in a low voice between thrusts and gasps of ecstasy.
Oh, God would rue the day he ever let the pretty child from his sight. He would regret ever having let this beautiful toy go. For now he was his, and only his, and he would never, ever let this doll go.
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TBC
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AN: For some reason, this chapter was *incredibly* hard to write. It took me *forever* to write it. I could've had chapter 5 out much sooner if it wasn't for this stupid chapter not cooperating with me. Grr, argh…
*grumps off*
C&C, please?
**Wolf**