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Shall We Play?	By : DiamondMask Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 4666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:
Shall We Play?

Summary: Muraki
lures Hisoka into his domain with the intention of playing a rather wicked
game. If the young shinigami wins, he will be released along with Tsuzuki. But
if Hisoka cries out even once, he will belong to the doctor for one night of
pleasure� this will be the ultimate test of will power for the teen as he tries
to resist the lures of darkness all for the sake of his partner and friend.

Disclaimer: I do
not own Descendents of Darkness or any of the respective characters.

Warnings: M/M,
yaoi, lemon, oral, anal, PWP, bondage, rape. Rating is NC-17.

A/N: I am open for requests
if anyone wants one � in the Descendents of Darkness fandom or another one that
I am/may be familiar with. Just drop me a line at my e-mail and I will be happy
to reply.

Shall We Play?

�I want to play a game�will you play, Hisoka?�

�S-Stop�why�w-why are you doing this to m-me?�

The doctor gently trailed a slender finger down his
cheek and the boy flinched at his cold touch. He stepped back to admire the
young shinigami, who hung dishevelled and scratched from the chains binding his
wrists and ankles. �Because I can, my sweet.�

�D-Don�t call me that� I don�t b-belong to you!�
Fear rippled in a trembling wave along his limbs as the demented smile on
Muraki�s face grew wider, baring sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight.

�You may say that now, dear Hisoka, but
wait until you hear the rules of the game. Please, grant me this one courtesy
so that I may enjoy your delightful company even more.�

�Courtesy? You want to talk about courtesy?! You
lured me here because you convinced me you had Tsuzuki and now I�m in chains!�
Anger propelled Hisoka into sudden clarity, his fury masking the tremble in his
voice. �You sick fuck! Where is he? Where is Tsuzuki?� he screamed, flailing
wildly against his bonds.�

Muraki regarded him calmly. �Safe� for the moment.
If you behave.�

Frustrated tears pooled in his large green eyes and
he bit his lip, drawing blood. �You tell me where he is right now, or I swear
to God I�ll�� he hissed.

The doctor tilted his head, distracted by
the sheer beauty of the iridescent green orbs that burned with anger and
resolve. �You will what, Hisoka? You are in no position to do anything except
submit to me,� he remarked pointedly. �And why worry about that pathetic
creature? You should be far more worried about yourself.�

�Where is Tsuzuki?!�

Muraki sighed and leaned forward to lick the small
drop of blood off of his rose red lips. Hisoka froze at the seductive gesture,
his lips burning where Muraki had touched him. �W-Why did you�?�

The madman raised a brow. �One would think that the
answer would be obvious to you at this point.�

�I-I thought� you wanted� Tsuzuki.� Now a helpless
confusion crept into his voice and it sent shivers of desire radiating through
Muraki. God, he was so beautiful.

He shook his head, silvery hair rippling.
�Hisoka, Hisoka. When will you learn? True, at one point I may have considered
taking Mr Tsuzuki, but he was only a means to get to you. Who is he compared to
you? My true goal� my reward for waiting so patiently all this time without
your heavenly body. You have no idea of how long I have been dreaming of
becoming reacquainted with it, over and over again��

Hisoka looked as if he were about to throw up. He
had thought Muraki would torture him, make him beg for another death before he
finally delivered it, but he really wanted to� oh god. Muraki was going to fuck
him again, make him want it again.

�No�� he moaned, straining frantically against his
bonds. �Not again, I don�t want it��

But his struggling only brought a faint flush to
the pallid skin of the doctor, the colour of passion.

The colour of lust, the colour of blood.

They were one and the same to Muraki. He
imagined how the teen would look even more beautiful covered in his own blood�
the crimson tears smeared lovingly over his naked perfection�

�H-Hisoka,� he breathed brokenly, reaching out to
caress his cheek with one fingertip. �You have no idea of how I feel, just
standing here and feeding upon your perfection�� he paused, glancing down at
the erection tenting his pants with a smile. �But perhaps you do.�

�Please,� Hisoka whimpered. �I don�t want this,
anything but this� just kill me and be done with it!�

Muraki frowned. �The last thing I want to do is
kill you, Hisoka. I want to make love to you again before I do that.�

�I don�t want you in me! I don�t want to feel you
inside of me!� he cried, tears finally falling from his eyes. �I hate it,
Muraki, I hate you!�

He sighed once. �I am sorry that you feel that way
about me.�

�Sorry?! You fucking bastard, you� you�� Emotion
overcame him and his words choked in his throat.

Muraki stroked his lips with his own. �I know I
hurt you, dear heart. I know I caused you great pain. But I did not realize how
I felt until the deed was done and you were gone�� he whispered, tenderly
brushing his hair away from his face.

Hisoka slowly raised his head to stare into his
eyes. �What are you talking about?� he asked hoarsely, green eyes like glass.

He leaned closer, his warm breath
caressing his soft ear lobe. �I love you.��

There was a split second of stunned silence before
a furious scream shattered it. �You fucking freak! Get the fuck away from me,
you sick shit!�

A smile curved his lips. �Such strong
words are not befitting for a delicate soul such as yourself, Hisoka.�

�Get away from me!� he shrieked, twisting
agitatedly in his bonds.

�Not until we play our game,� Muraki answered idly,
watching the way in which anger twisted his pretty little rosebud of a mouth
and a surge of heat flooded his groin.�

Hisoka licked dry lips. �What do you want from me?�
he whispered.

�If you consent to play my game, I will not do
anything that you do not want me to do. You win, you go free.�

�And what if I lose?� he hissed, knowing very well
what the answer would be.

�Then, my dear Hisoka� tonight, you will belong to
me, to do whatever I wish with you and your delightful body.�

�If I refuse?� Hisoka stared at the madman, who
only smiled. The light glinted sinisterly off his glasses as Muraki removed
them, favouring the young shinigami with his naked gaze.

�Then I am afraid that Mr. Tsuzuki will
suffer the consequences of my disappointment. And you do know from experience,
Hisoka, that pain is my speciality.�

The teen slumped in his bonds, his eyes desolate.
�Tell me about this game.� His voice was barely audible, but it rang loud and
clear in the ears of his captor and he smirked widely.

�I am going to do anything in my power to elicit a
cry of pleasure from you. If you come without a whimper or shout, I will let
you go. If you do cry out, however�� he slipped one arm around Hisoka, drawing
him closer. �Then, my dear sweet Hisoka, I am going to fuck you until you beg
for more like a bitch in heat.�

Fresh tears sprang to his eyes. �No. I
don�t want this!�

Gently, he kissed the tears away from his
flushed cheeks, enjoying the salty sweetness on his tongue. �You have no
choice. Now, shall we begin?�

The chains rattled as Muraki released the
guardian of death from his hold and Hisoka wilted against the smooth coldness
of the wall. He watched with wide, terrified eyes as Muraki moved around the
dimly lit room, collecting various items that sent jolts of horrified
anticipation through the shinigami. The doctor actually began to whistle as he
moved leisurely around his bedroom, his clever mind sketching every intricate
detail of his plans for the delectable Hisoka.

Hisoka struggled against the chains, his
head snapping wildly from side to side as he searched frantically for a way to
free himself. �Have to get away� have to find Tsuzuki�� he mumbled under his
breath, eyes following Muraki. But how would he escape? He was chained to the
wall, with no hope of breaking his bonds and he had no chance of forcing his
way past Muraki. The doctor could be unnaturally strong and would probably snap
his neck like a twig, never mind the fact that he was already dead.��

Muraki paused, gazing thoughtfully at he circle of
red candles surrounding Hisoka and they burst into life with a flick of his
wrist. A satisfied murmur escaped his throat as he set the bowl of ice down on
the soft carpet, accompanied by a small silver dish of melted chocolate. He
glanced at Hisoka, seeing the disgust in the green eyes he cherished so much
but he only smiled. �And now, Hisoka, the fun truly begins. Would you care to
hear the rules before we commence the game?�

The guardian of death only glared at him
hatefully and Muraki sighed. �You are not making matters easier, dear heart.�

�Not my intention, freak.�

He chose to ignore that snipe and
continued as if Hisoka had not spoken. �You will be bound for the duration of
the game and will not be allowed to touch me unless I allow it. If you make any
kind of sound, you will instantly lose and I will claim you as my prize. You
can struggle, I cannot prevent you from doing that but no sound must escape
your lips. Win, and I will allow you to go and tell you where Mr Tsuzuki is
being held. I also promise that I will not penetrate you unless I win. Is there
anything else you would like to know, Hisoka?�

�Yeah�� the teen straightened and glared at him
directly. �When do I get my chance to send your filthy ass straight to Hell?�

An amused smile curved his thin lips. �Ah, Hisoka� so
tempestuous. You have no idea of how arousing it is to hear such emotive words
spill from your lips.�

Abruptly, Hisoka shut his mouth, still glaring with
heated eyes. Fuck, the last thing he needed was that pervert wanting him more.
But the young shinigami quickly realized that Muraki was going to do this no
matter what he said or did.

Muraki stepped into the circle of candles and
stopped directly in front of Hisoka. �So beautiful�� he murmured, admiring the
slim figure outlined through his clothes. �But, Hisoka dear, I think you are a
tad overdressed. And we can�t have that now, can we?� Slowly, he drew a vicious
looking dagger from his jacket pocket before discarding the jacket itself and
tossing it to the floor.

It was an exquisite piece of workmanship, with a
wicked serrated edge on one side. The blood red rubies embedded in the hilt
winked mockingly at Hisoka in the flickering candlelight.

Green eyes widened in a panic and a hint of
hysteria touched his voice. �W-What are you doing with that?!�

The doctor laughed, trailing the sharp point of the
dagger down his clothed belly. �Do not worry, Hisoka, I will not be removing
anything that cannot be replaced,� he said with a sly wink.

Like that was going to soothe his mind.

With a deft movement, Muraki slashed a jagged line
down the front of his sweater and Hisoka stifled a yelp as he reached forward
to yank the material away from his body to reveal a surprisingly well defined
chest. �Why, this is a pleasant surprise,� he commented, reaching out to drag
one fingertip down the smoothly muscled expanse.

Hisoka gave him a grim smile. �I�m not as weak and
feeble as I used to be, Muraki.�

�Yes�� he murmured in reply. �I can see that,
Hisoka and I like it. I like it very much. But I have to wonder��

The sandy haired shinigami watched the knife move
closer and closer.

�Do you still taste the same?�

The straight edge of the blade flashed and Hisoka
bit back a startled gasp of pain as the thin red line across his chest
throbbed. Muraki watched in enthralment as the red liquid beaded along the cut,
contrasting sharply with the milky whiteness of his skin. Leaning forward, he
carefully caught a drop on his tongue, savouring the taste of the crimson
elixir. The taste was intoxicating and he leaned forward again to drag his
tongue along the wound while the pliant skin quivered under the deliberate
movements of the warm muscle.

Hisoka fought not to yell, fought the urge to
scream profanities, but it was so hard� a tear fell from his cheek as he
watched Muraki lap up his blood like it was honey with a horrified fascination.
Muraki raised his head, meeting the green gaze with an air of satisfaction.
�You have become better with age, my sweet,� he told him, licking the red stain
off of his lips. �Something that I never would have thought possible.�

He shut his eyes, bile rising in his throat at the
sight of his own blood staining the doctor�s lips.

There was a slight shuffling noise and he felt the
warm body move away from him for a moment before returning. Hisoka was frozen,
dreading the thoughts that tortured his mind at what Muraki might do next. He
almost breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the touch of cool water on the
cut but that proved to be short-lived when he felt the soft touch of lips on his
sweaty skin. His eyes flew open when Muraki engulfed a soft nipple in his
mouth, stroking the sensitive nub with his tongue. Hisoka stiffened and when
Muraki felt the tension, he glanced up with eyes darkened by lust.

�Relax, Hisoka. I am not going to hurt you�much.�

Gently, he rubbed the chip of ice over the
hardening peak until it melted into icy rivulets and the boy shivered under
him. Muraki smiled and began licking the nipple, coaxing it into a stiff pebble
under his lips. Hisoka bit his lip as Muraki started rolling and pinching the
other nipple between his fingers, forcing himself not to react at the torturous
motions. But when teeth began to nibble the firm tip on his chest, Hisoka
choked on a gasp pf unwanted pleasure as they clamped down, sending a jolt of
agonising shame through him as his body twisted.

Muraki lapped the abused bud, reaching for another
piece of ice to rub it tantalisingly in slow circles over the flushed and
trembling flesh. �It is amazing how your attractiveness has been preserved
through death,� he purred, slipping the ice into his mouth to cool his tongue
before soothing the stinging peak. �Still as sweet as ever.�

Eyelids glued shut, Hisoka arched reluctantly to
the hands that moulded his pliant flesh, unable to resist the physical allure
that Muraki cast over him. But he refused to let a sound escape his lips.�

The silver eyes of his captor ran eagerly along the
fine lines of his slim form, finally settling on the rosebud mouth that was
parted in silent pants as the boy drew in deep breaths that left his chest
heaving. Muraki cupped a flawless cheek in one hand, bringing his mouth to his
in a kiss that left the doctor aching for more. Tangling one hand in the sandy
locks, he dipped his tongue inside to feast on the delicious recesses that he
remembered so well. He reached down to caress the nipples that were still firm
under his palms, urging Hisoka to respond to the kiss by rubbing their clothed
groins together in circular motions.

Tears formed under the closed lids, leaking out to
glimmer like diamonds on the thick lashes as Hisoka felt his body plead for
more, plead for him to respond. But he hung motionless in his chains,
determined not to lose as Muraki continued to tease the young body before him.
But he could not help opening his eyes as Muraki gave a sigh of satisfaction
and he looked down to see the doctor coating his fingers with the melted
chocolate. Thankfully, the dagger lay forgotten on the floor beside him.

The mouth watering scent of the chocolate permeated
the room as Muraki raised his fingers to his lips, his tongue flicking out to
taste the sweet brown liquid as he watched Hisoka. Silently, only a devilish
smile on his pale face, he held two of the chocolate smeared fingers to Hisoka.
Teeth clenched, Hisoka only considered opening his mouth to bite the madman but
perhaps Muraki realized this.

�Bite me, Hisoka, and I will use the knife to cut
off something very dear to you. You may already be dead, but you would not want
to spend the rest of eternity in a maimed body.�

Hisoka glared at him and reluctantly opened his
mouth, allowing Muraki to slide his fingers inside. He began to gently move his
fingers in and out, letting the chocolate swirl around as the digits were
massaged by the teen�s tongue. Muraki smiled, the lesson had been learned. But
as delightful as the motion was, it was boring and not in the slightest bit
fulfilling. So he backed away from the helpless boy, stripping slowly in front
of him.

Hisoka watched the assortment of clothes fall to
the floor until Muraki stood naked in front of him. Naked, the doctor was a
superb sight. His figure was trim, slightly on the thin side, but muscular
enough not to be considered skinny. The green eyes of his captive were
immediately drawn to the half erect cock hanging between his thighs and he
almost let out a terrified yelp at the sight of it.

Muraki smirked. �What do you say we turn up the
heat, my precious?� He bent down to pick up a candle, the flame flickering
brightly, before meeting the green gaze, a predatory hunger in his silver eyes.

He shook his head wordlessly, eyes wide and
petrified. The doctor grinned playfully, waving the candle teasingly back and
forth in front of his face. �The excitement is almost tangible, is it not?�

Hisoka bit his lip, his teeth clenched painfully as
the flame moved closer and closer to his naked skin. Silently, with his lovely
eyes, he pleaded with Muraki to stop. The madman paused, considering the
wordless appeal and for a moment his hand stopped in mid air.

The sandy haired teen shut his eyes in relief, a
stray tear leaking out to rest on his cheek. But the next moment, his mouth
flew open and he was barely able to swallow the strangled scream from the thin
stream of hot wax dribbling over his chest. His breath left him in a dry wheeze
as he thrashed against the chains, yanking the metal so hard it bruised his
skin.

Silver hair swayed as Muraki tilted his head back,
surveying the darkening bruises around his thin wrists with satisfaction. �I
want you to burn for me, Hisoka.� He caressed the boy�s cheek lovingly before
tipping another cascade of melted wax over his flushed skin. This time, the wax
oozed over the taut nipples and Hisoka bit the inside of his cheek hard in an
effort to hold back his cry. Tears now flowed freely down his scarlet face and
he made no effort to stop them.

Muraki set the candle at his feet, watching
patiently as the wax hardened on the flawless form. The tears did not bother
him in the slightest. Why would they? Pain and pleasure were, after all, one
and the same to him. He knelt to retrieve the ice, settling himself on his
knees before Hisoka. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pick off the pieces of
wax, brushing the reddened areas lightly with his fingertips.

This was not happening, Hisoka told himself over
and over, trying to block it all out somehow. This is not happening� but it
hurt, oh god, it hurt� he just wanted to scream, to cry, and to release his
frustration and hatred somehow. But to do that would be to play right into his
waiting hands. To play right into his waiting bed.

A trickle of blood crept out from between
his lips and a dizziness swept over him. He felt the threat of fainting and his
head dropped to rest on his chest. Tsuzuki� he moaned silently.

I do this for you� only you.

Muraki lifted a cube of ice, noticing how the
reflected light scattered radiant beams over Hisoka, accentuating his natural
beauty to new heights. Grasping the boy�s chin lightly with his fingertips, he
raised his head to look into his eyes. He rubbed the ice over the swollen lips
before caressing them with his own. �Hisoka�� he murmured lovingly, unbuttoning
the jeans hugging his narrow hips. �This is only the beginning of the endless
night.�

As the jeans fell to the floor, a tear slipped from
his eye to fall on the doctor�s hand and he shook his head wordlessly. No, no, no�

Muraki slipped his hand into the waistband of his
briefs and smiled, nipping his bottom lip playfully.

�Now Hisoka, the finale begins.�

To be continued.

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