Kurosaki Hisoka

#3 tell me of the fire of hell

Hisoka collapsed onto his futon in his own flat. Gods, he was exhausted. He couldn't believe how genki and hot-blooded Tsuzuki was. It must have been all the sugar in his system that gave him so much energy.

There was a new case at work. Which happened to be one of their most physically challenging assignments so far. Then if he hadn't already been worn out from that, Tsuzuki had practically dragged him into bed.

Then it was a whirlwind of sweetness and passion, as they made love again and again, their flesh becoming more and more imaginative and experienced. He drowned in Tsuzuki's arms, in his kiss, and lucidly staring at the bedroom window where light was filtering through, felt himself float away.

It was one hundred percent pure ecstasy.

Finally when they were spent and he was pushing maraschino cherries into Hisoka's moistened lips, the younger shinigami rose to go. As he gathered his scattered clothes together he looked back at his lover, his partner. Tsuzuki smiled at him in his rumpled crimson shirt and kissed him eagerly on the mouth.

Love you, love you, love you.

As he turned the knob, Hisoka hesitated. Something was wrong in the air; his fine-tuned empathy could sense that. But he couldn't place it and he was disturbed, already distracted by the glassy surface of Tsuzuki's eyes as they watched him go.

What could it have been? It was like shards of glass underneath his skin. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine himself once again in the warm crimson walls of Tsuzuki's flat, with his partner's eyes burning on him and his fingers parting his legs.

"So, have you enjoyed yourself? Hisoka."

Jolted, he looked up. The phantom, the dark beast was standing above him, its talon-like hand reaching down to stroke his hair. Its nails reminded him of smoky topaz, golden, cracked and chipped. His heart seemed to stop. Terrified, he clambered to get up, to run away, but his legs were lead once again and his voice a dry choke in his throat.

"W-What are you?" He managed. His eyes, burning green with fear, stared up at the inhuman face with its searing black aura and its dark straggled hair. The monstrous mouth twisted into an excruciating, demonic smile.

"What do you want from me?" He struggled to make his voice hard but it came out like a wisp of words. He struggled against its staggering presence, dizzied by the assault of its inhuman mind on his emphatic powers. It is another dream, he thought. I'll wake up any moment.

"Ah, but you think this is a dream? Tsk.  The life you've been living these past few days with your beloved is the dream."

"What…!?"

"It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

What do you want Hisoka? "No!", he said, loudly this time. He loves e. We made love on his bed with the dtarched white sheets. But he could not help and remember the glassy hollow look in Tsuzuki's eyes before he'd left his apartment. The way every word seemed so exact and measured. The strange feeling that he'd had. And the color red…yes, suddenly everything seemed to be painted crimson…and they'd ate nothing but cherries…maraschino cherries, cherry pie….

"You always had such fixations. Remember the night under thee sakura tree with the red moon? Remember, Hisoka?

"I gave you everything you wanted. The key to your lust. Now I'm leaving you in your little fantasy and I'm telling you this because I will enjoy it all the more."

The demon walked over to Hisoka sprawled on the futon and straddled him, obscenely fondling his chest and his face. The young empathy shuddered. It smiled again.

"You will have this fantasy world. And I shall borrow your body. While you lust for this Tsuzuki, I lust for your soul… your soul so young and pure and ravaged. Your soul with its powers of empathy. Fragile souls such as yours filled with such darkness, suffering, and purity are always so sweet."

"It's a lie!" Hisoka's face convulsed and he struggled to get away. I have to fight it. "He told me.…" His voice caught in his throat. "He loved me."

"Silly child. Love is just a game."

Tsuzuki…. He felt himself falling and everything began to obscure from view. Soon he would revert back to the dream. He had to remember, fight it. The demon was walking away and he only then realized that it was female, or at least, had the form and gait of a woman. Nothing permeated through to the empathy. Only cold and hatred and greed.

"Wait…what the hell are you?"

It…she gave him a sickly sweet smile and her whiteless veiny eyes looked directly at him.

"My name is Kauket."

Darkness.

Notes: Took me quite a while to update this. Actually, I finished the entire thing a long time ago. I'm just a lazy slob when it comes to typing it all out and uploading it. ^_^ YnM belongs to Matsushita Yoko, all standard disclaimers apply. ^-^ By the way, I borrowed the name Kauket, which happens to be one of the online names of a friend of mine. Sorry Danna! Next chapters coming up…r&r! ü