Tsuzuki sat on the couch staring at his cup of hot chocolate. Every once in a while he would change his line of view to the door, half heartedly expecting Hisoka to walk through and yell at him to get to bed, that they had work in the morning... or rather that HE did. Hisoka had been out of work for at least a month or so, more perhaps. He didn't really want to over exaggerate, but everyday his little Hisoka was out seemed like an eternity. And lately, he'd been even colder then he pretended to be at the office.

Tsuzuki had accepted how Hisoka had denied him his body. Actually Tsuzuki blamed himself. He must have done something to Hisoka to make him that way, scared him, hurt him. He tried to inquire as to what he had done, begged Hisoka to tell him but Hisoka wouldn't say a word about it, brushed him off so many times and just called him "baka". But even so, after that, he had still been somewhat.. affectionate. He would sometimes curl into Tsuzuki when he thought Tsuzuki was asleep, clinging to him like a child to a parent after having a bad dream. With practice he'd learned how to send calming and soothing emotions to his empathic partner, calming him and usually sending him into a deep sleep quickly. Each time Tsuzuki would wake up after the boy had fallen asleep on him and spend nearly the entire night staring in wonder at him. Tsuzuki knew he had become Hisoka's first and only everything then. He'd never known a friend who liked him for who he was, or even a family that hadn't beaten and abused him. He was the first comforting emotion Hisoka had encounter, even if it was in his after life.

A heavy sigh escaped him. Hisoka still hadn't come home yet. It was getting late and Hisoka was always very punctual with his self-appointed curfew. He pushed his head further into the cushion of the couch. He'd made them both dinner and now it was getting cold, and he couldn't dare take a bite out of his with the way his stomach was in knots of worry. For the first time in hi life Tsuzuki could truthfully be said to have lost his appetite, even for the sweetest sweets.

The brown haired shinigami tilted his head back, looking towards the ceiling though he closed his eyes. The image of the wheat haired teen crossed his mind, images from the first time they met till now. Looking back, he looked so cute with that little gun, it was funny to think that he wasn't just some thug trying to rob him or something. Then when he'd taken his drink by mistake and ended up passed out. He couldn't help the giggle that escaped him when he remember the boys distressed moan as his stomach began to act up and he looked so pale and sick, and oh so young... It really was a shame for him to be a shinigami at the age of 16. So young, he shouldn't even have the ideas of revenge or hatred in his mind or heart...

"Hisoka... where are you...?"

"Muraki!" Hisoka screamed as he pulled at the bonds that tethered him to the large, silk covered bed. He'd been struggling for only a few minutes now, since he'd once again gained control of his conscious mind and body. Prior to this he'd been floating in a void of black, aware of all that had been going on but unable to control it, unable to move an inch, even to talk without the permission of his tormentor, his murderer. He'd lost all abilities as a shinigami, Muraki had cast spell upon spell on the room, bonds, bed, and even put up wards to block all his supernatural abilities, all save one, his empathy. That was still intact, and functioning perfectly. He could feel every last emotion, the dark void of Muraki's mind and his unquenchable lusts.

"Yes poppet, I'm here." Muraki entered through the door, his coat and suit vest thrown over his bent right arm, his left was loosening his tie. He seemed rather tired and worn. He even let out a sigh as he tossed the weight of his discarded uniform to a chair in the corner of the room. "Is something wrong bouya?" Muraki sat on the bed, catching easily both the boys wrists as he swung them at the doctor, being careful not to hurt him, however giving just enough pressure in just the right point to make it very uncomfortable and slightly painful, enough to make the boy frit his teeth as he struggled to free himself.

"Let me go..!" Hisoka tugged at his arm, unheeding of the pain and discomfort it caused. He wanted free of the man, free of his bonds, free of this world. However, with all other senses deprived for so long and all shinigami abilities locked, his empathy had only grown in intensity. A sudden rush of tiredness and exhaustion washed over him, the type you get after a long day of work, frustration and exercise. That's why he wasn't under Muraki's spell anymore! Muraki was tired, he needed to rest his power and conserve it! "LET GO!"

Muraki chuckled at Hisoka's attempts. It really was cute to see the boy struggle, he looked even younger this way and it made Muraki's lusts soar and made him even aroused. He was so tempted to take the boy there, however he would not know the consequences of his action if he were to do that. He could not take the chance of harming the child that lay inside him, a woman would not have to worry, but this was a first in history, a man with child, if it would work the same way or not was a mystery even to Muraki. He moved behind Hisoka, spreading the boys arms to his side as he nuzzled the boys neck, kissing licking and blowing on the trails he'd left behind. He moved up to the boys ear, licking and sucking gently on the shell of cartilage. "I can't do that, poppet. I can't let you go until you've had that baby in your belly, my new son or daughter. And then Tsuzuki..."

"Tsuzuki...! You can't you.. no..." Hisoka found himself paralyzed. Tsuzuki couldn't find him like this! Muraki... Muraki's told him by now. That's why Tsuzuki hadn't come for him.. Hisoka didn't want him to come for him. How was he going to tell Tsuzuki that he was pregnant, that it was Muraki's.. Then another low chuckled hit his ear softly.

"Silly boy, why would I have told him? I do not need the ministry after me, not yet poppet. I need you to give me that baby first, then and only then, will I tell Mr. Tsuzuki about how disloyal you are and how freakish as you are, the baby isn't even his. Then I will take him as mine. You're a freak, spoiled and ruined. He doesn't want you anymore."

GOMEN! It took so long to get it out, but I'm doing school again.. gym... 2 hours... workout.. argh! I'm so sore! well, expect no more than one update a week unfortunately.. and don't expect it during the week, Friday afternoon or weekends... (only time I have off school and also.. hopefully my body won't be so totally ripped apart so that I have to lay in bed unable to move) Thanks for all the reviews I've received. sorry I'll try harder next time and try to make it longer...