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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:
See chapter one.

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Warnings:
See chapter one.

A/N: So
sorry for making you all wait this long for an update. I�ve just been feeling
really uninspired lately� but thank you so much for all the reviews so far. To
be honest, I never expected many in the first place. Guess I�m not as bad as I
thought, huh?

Chapter Two

Hisoka drew in a sharp breath as warm air
touched his nakedness and he trembled violently in his chains.

�I suppose, dear Hisoka, that you do not
need to guess what my next move is going to be,� Muraki told him with a smirk,
cleaning his fingers with a damp cloth. Even the simple movement appeared
elegant and refined as he dropped the chocolate smeared cloth to the floor.�

The green eyed shinigami winced as a
gentle touch swished delicately over his member and Muraki reached around him
to slap one smooth buttock playfully. �I must admit, guardian of death, that I
am impressed. I would never have thought you to have such strength of will to
resist making even the tiniest of noises. Until now at least,� he added with a
leer.

The fierce look from Hisoka did not quell
his efforts to coax a cry from him and a nasty grin flitted across the face of
the doctor as his hand whipped down to grasp the quivering length. The young
body jerked from the sudden movement and Muraki drank in the look of fleeting
vulnerability that crossed the perfect face of his playmate. Yes, the boy was
not completely immune to his attentions and he shivered in delicious
anticipation.

Kneeling down in front of the boy, he
locked his arms around narrow hips and began a trail of burning kisses down the
flat belly. Muscles clenched under his mouth and Hisoka felt his spine curve
reluctantly, pushing more of himself into the hot cavern. Muraki grinned
against the heated body and licked delicately along the raised hip bones,
relishing the velvety skin under his tongue.

But as much as Muraki wanted to swallow
him whole and make him plead for more in a matter of mere seconds, Hisoka would
only crack under extreme pressure.

He had to make the teen desperate. He had
to make Hisoka want to beg.�

Long and thin fingers splayed over the
length, grasping the shaft loosely as they began to squeeze lightly. Hisoka bit
back a hiss, tears of shame pricking behind his eyelids as he felt himself
begin to respond. Muraki licked his lips, watching the defenceless boy squirm
as his cock hardened under his skilled fingertips, each feather light stroke
soliciting a throbbing pulse.

�But look, Hisoka, it seems I have
forgotten something very important.� Muraki touched the reddened areas of his
skin with cool fingertips. �Before I become too preoccupied with other matters,
I should attend to this, no?�

Grasping a cube of ice in his hand and
with his gaze locked on Hisoka, he began languidly moving the cold relief in
slow circles over the heated flesh. Hisoka could have cried from the feeling,
the chill ice soothing the lingering burn of the wax. And a tear did slip down
his cheek, landing on the silver head so close to his trembling body. A body
trembling with humiliation. A body trembling with anger.

A body burning with desire.

Muraki placed the ice cube in his mouth,
swirling it around until it melted completely. Once his tongue was cold, he
grasped the thin hips firmly and dragged the cool muscle in wet strokes across
warm skin. Hisoka shivered beneath him, yielding flesh arching to his touch,
responding to the soothing attentions.

�Mmm� have you ever noticed, Hisoka, how
good fear can taste?� he said, surveying the boy with a smirk on his pale face.
�I suppose not. It is difficult, no impossible, to imagine you striking fear
into the heart of any man. Your appearance,� he continued, trailing one finger
down his cheek, �is more like that of an angel. Innocent to the bone. Even the
darkness that dwells in your mind, in your soul, cannot taint the sweetness of
your flesh.�

What felt like silk brushed across his
reluctant erection and Hisoka drew in a deep breath. He kept his silence even
as Muraki pressed himself against him, murmuring soft words of cruel affection
into his ears as his hands and lips explored his body, searching for the spots
that would make Hisoka moan, the places that would make him arch his back in
pleasure and the places that would make him scream his name in ecstasy.

Probing fingertips ran delicately down
his spine, making him jerk uncontrollably and push himself against the other
man�s erection. He felt the smile curve Muraki�s lips, heard the moan that
escaped them and cursed himself inwardly.

The inner conflict was clearly written on
the teen�s face and Muraki smirked, visibly relishing what was obviously a
painful moment for Hisoka. �Oh dear,� he murmured, tracing his fingers over the
now swollen lips. �Still so indomitable, little kitten. But I am going to make
sure that you scream my name when you release. Scream my name� and beg for me
to violate you in every way possible.�

Muraki bent down to place a light kiss on
the tip of his quivering member, gazing up at the trembling boy with eyes
darkened by lust. Hisoka�s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he was slowly
and torturously engulfed by wet heat and his head flew back, hitting the wall
with a thud as his fingers scrabbled to grab onto something, anything.

He drew back leisurely, taking his time
as his teeth scraped lightly along the young teen�s appendage and he swiped his
tongue playfully across the slit, catching a drop of pre-cum. Hisoka was
panting now, fingernails gouging chips of paint from the walls. Every cell in
his body was crying out for some way to release some of the intense pressure,
so much that it was starting to hurt. The shinigami drew in a rasping breath,
the drops of blood from his bitten lip tasting sour in his mouth.

The doctor stroked him, massaging him
roughly to pick up the pace before taking him deep into his throat again. His
mouth tightened momentarily around the boy as he swallowed and he felt a deep
satisfaction at feeling the flesh strain underneath him. Oh yes, the boy was
not going to last long if he kept doing this to him. A pity to be sure, but
even a dream as beautiful as this could not last forever.

One had to wake sooner or later.

He tilted his head back, keeping his gaze
fixed on the precious face contorted with shameful desire and agony. Reaching
up to pinch a pink bud, he marvelled at the startling contrast to the milky
white skin. He rolled it between his fingers, watching as Hisoka shook his head
from side to side and perspiration dripped down the smooth curve of his cheek.

But these games, fun as they may be, were
exactly what they promised: only games. Muraki wanted, no needed, something
much more. He suckled almost thoughtfully on the hard length in his mouth,
wondering what he could do next. Abruptly, his lips left the rigid shift with a
loud pop and the doctor settled back to admire his charming captive.�

Hisoka hung tousled in his chains, his
erection protruding stiffly from the nest between his legs and he sighed
longingly, grasping limp fingers with his own.�

�Are you ready, Hisoka?� he whispered,
favouring him with a devilish smirk. �I know I am.�

A glare filled with hate met his freakish
gaze.

Muraki smiled, savouring the heated
passion lurking under his hateful emotions. The boy was still so innocent in so
many delicious ways� but why was he wasting time dwelling on this? He had a
beautiful night to win.

And Hisoka continued to die inside.

Desperately the teen thought of Tsuzuki,
reliving every moment of every day they had ever spent together. Memories of
the shinigami filled his thoughts as he closed his eyes tightly, until he had
even blocked the present sexual torture from his mind. All Hisoka knew was that
it would kill his soul to see the light die in those amethyst eyes he loved so much.
No, for the sake of Tsuzuki, he would endure this. He willed himself to forget
the pleasure, forget the lust infecting his body like a plague. But it was so hard�

All of a sudden, he felt a release of the
pressure around his wrists and ankles and he glanced up with wide eyes,
startled to see the chains, still attached to him, but free from the wall.
Muraki smirked. �Don�t think I�m letting you get away,� he told him smugly,
before slipping a light collar around his slender neck. �Now come here.�

Hisoka had no choice but to comply to his
disgusting commands and he grudgingly followed Muraki to a low table. Casually,
the doctor jerked the lead of the collar, forcing the teen to stand where he
wanted. �Put your hands on the table and bend over.�

At a furious glare from Hisoka, Muraki
sighed. �I am not going to claim you, little kitten, I have to win before I can
do that. Now bend.�

Spine reluctantly curving, the young
shinigami placed his hands on the smooth surface, highly aware that his naked
behind was perfectly exposed to him. Muraki licked his lips, barely able to
restrain himself from slamming into his tight hole and he fingered the tube of
lubricant in his hand longingly. But the chance would come, he told himself
gleefully, the chance would come very soon. Eagerly, he shoved Hisoka�s legs
apart, ignoring the quickly stifled gasp from the boy.

Unfortunately, he had promised Hisoka
that he would not penetrate him until the game was over but he grinned, knowing
there were many other ways. Hurriedly, he uncapped the tube, smearing the
smooth gel over both hands before tossing it aside and seizing slim hips.
Hisoka shuddered, his legs trembling as warm, oiled hands caressed his heated
flesh.

The next moment, his whole world saw an
explosion of white. One talented hand whipped around his throbbing length,
pumping it forcefully as the other began to circle his taut entrance teasingly.
His whole body shook with the force of the shock of what Muraki was doing to
him and the doctor knew it, his own erection hardening even more. But he still
wanted another taste of his kitten and he grinned while he used his slick hands
to part his cheeks, flicking his tongue across the puckered ring.

Hisoka choked on a moan as wanton
pleasure shot through him and he clamped his lips shut, frantically recalling
violet eyes, the image of which blurred with every passing second. Satisfied
with the teen�s reaction, Muraki began to lap at the tender opening, gradually
increasing the speed of his pumping motions.

Under the double assault on his poor
body, Hisoka opened his mouth in a soundless scream of bliss, almost sobbing
from the jolts of delight taunting his flesh. He gritted his teeth, eyes
burning, fighting the urge to give in and flail in wild ecstasy. He could not
and would not lose!

Muraki stopped short of snaking his
tongue into the teen�s body and continued to circle his opening with slow,
languorous strokes and reached up with his free hand to fondle his warm sac,
giving his cock a hard tug.

Oh god, he ached with the want of it, the
need of it. Hisoka felt the familiar pressure building up in his groin and he
shut his eyes, already seeing stars hurtle across his vision. No� he thought
desperately, clinging to the fading memory of amethyst eyes. But it� felt so� good�
he whimpered, tears leaking onto his cheeks.�

The doctor felt the spasms and knew that
Hisoka stood on the brink of blissful release. He hastened his efforts, dipping
his tongue shallowly inside the teen and at the same time, pumping his hand with
wild abandon, a move he was sure would push Hisoka off the edge.

And how right he was.

A scream of raw, primal ecstasy ripped
from his throat as he came, the stars igniting in fiery pleasure that sparked
from every pore of his body. He groaned as his seed exploded from his twitching
cock, spilling a stream of creamy white onto a waiting hand. Once the fire left
him, Hisoka wilted, sliding down to the floor only to slip into a ready
embrace.

�Oh god�� he whispered, his breath coming
in short pants. �W-what have I done?�

Muraki could hardly believe his luck. Not
that he had had any doubts that he would lose from the beginning, but Hisoka
had proved time and time again that he could be a resilient little bitch when
he put his mind to it. But he had actually won.

He had won a night with the boy that
belonged to Tsuzuki.

Still in a state of disbelief, he brought
his hand to his face, savouring the spilled essence like the aphrodisiac it
was.

Hisoka sagged back into the unsatisfied
body beneath him, unable to grasp the fact that he had lost. Both lay in a
state of shock, until a whimper from the teen roused Muraki. He shifted
innocently, his hard erection poking Hisoka in the small of his back and
emerald eyes widened.

�GET AWAY FROM ME!�

But Muraki tightened his arms around him
before he could scramble away and pinned Hisoka to his chest. �No, my dear
Hisoka, we had a deal.�

�No!� Hisoka began to thrash in his arms,
frantically trying to get away. �Let me go, you goddamn freak!�

He scooped the boy up into a heated
embrace, his lips curving in a leer that bared his teeth.

�Please� I don�t want this�� Hioska
cried, eyes snapping wildly from side to side. But when Muraki bent to kiss
him, the guardian of death finally snapped. �DON�T TOUCH ME! DON�T YOU FUCKING
TOUCH ME, YOU-� the scream was cut off abruptly as the sound of the vicious
blow rang through the room and Hisoka clutched a palm to his red cheek, staring
in disbelief at the doctor.

�Do not fight me, Hisoka,� he warned, his
voice lowering dangerously. �You may be dead, but you can still experience
intense pain. And your darling Tsuzuki will pay the price if you fail to fulfil
your end of the bargain.� He jerked viciously on the lead and Hisoka made a
choking noise in his throat, but made no move to resist.

Muraki smiled. �Good boy.�

He pushed Hisoka from his lap and the boy
slid to the floor in a pathetic heap, the awful reminder of his loss still
clinging in a sticky mess to his sex. The doctor rose gracefully to his feet,
tugging insistently on the lead.

�Come.� The command that passed his lips
was drenched with undisguised lust and glee and Hisoka felt sick but
unwillingly followed Muraki to his waiting bed. Once there, the teen stood
silent, his head bowed. He stayed still even when the shackles left his ankles
and wrists, even when the lead was removed from his neck. Hisoka was simply
frozen.

Muraki grasped his chin lightly, lifting
up his face to meet his emerald eyes. �Just because you belong to me for this
one night, does not mean that I will hurt you, Hisoka. Believe me when I say
that I wish for you to enjoy it as much as me.��

Without waiting for an answer, Muraki
pushed him down onto the silken crimson sheets, bending over the younger man to
lick and nip his pale skin, paying special attention to the sensitive nipples.
Before long, his hand had dipped between Hisoka�s thighs, skilfully reawakening
his arousal.

But he was also impatient to proceed to
the main act and quickly smeared his fingers with rose scented oil. Hisoka lay
unresisting beneath him, green eyes clouded by defeat as a finger was shoved
roughly into his body and he winced, not bothering to stifle a cry of pain.
Muraki held his hips down with one hand while he added another digit, loving
the way he could make the shinigami�s body squirm.

�Still so tight, Hisoka,� he remarked,
eyes glinting fiendishly in the dim light. �Just the way I like you.�

Hisoka was numb, trying to remember
violet eyes, but all he could think of was the slick fingers thrusting in and
out of him. Against his will, he moaned, instinctively lifting his hips to give
Muraki more space to move in him. The doctor gave a smile of pleasure,
immediately adding a third finger and increasing his speed.

All his thoughts were a jumbled mess and
Hisoka writhed as more incoherent moans slipped from his mouth and he was
violently assaulted by jolts of pleasure that left him burning for more. �N-No�
T-Tsuzuki� Tsuzuki��

Muraki smirked and slid his fingers from
Hisoka, his eyes never leaving the sweaty body of his playmate as he coated his
arousal, moaning as his hands stroked his throbbing member. Once he was fully
lubricated, he parted the slender white thighs of his kitten to reveal the
treasure he sought. With a deep breath he pushed forward, impaling the teen in
a single thrust that knocked a high pitched moan from Hisoka.

�Please, stop!� he begged, although
pleasure was washing over him in shameful waves.

Far beyond patience, Muraki pulled out
almost at once and began to thrust rhythmically inside the tight passage. Bent
over the quivering body of the shinigami, he licked the tears from the flushed
cheeks, relishing the salty taste almost as much as the snug heat constricting
his cock. Hisoka was so tight, he thought blissfully, much tighter than
he had been the last time he had claimed him. The boy was really something
altogether wonderful.

But his own satisfaction was not all that
Muraki wanted, he wanted Hisoka to experience lovemaking that would blow his
mind. He paused mid-thrust, grabbing the back of his thighs and pushing them
against his sweat slicked chest to pound even harder into his constricted
entrance and stroke his sweet spot.

Hisoka could have broken down completely
at the feeling of the pleasurable sensations rushing through his blood and his
arms encircled the sleek back of the doctor, fingernails raking angry red lines
across the pale skin as his body rocked under the assault. He kept telling
himself that he didn�t want it, but his body was telling him something altogether
different. With every thrust, his cock was rubbed against Muraki and the
delicious friction was driving Hisoka towards the edge of oblivion.

Suddenly, white heat exploded behind his
eyelids as Muraki slammed forcibly into his prostate and Hisoka let out a
hoarse cry, flinging his head back and clinging tightly to the doctor.

Muraki smirked, purposefully angling his
thrusts to meet his sweet spot again and again. The sweet flesh surrounding him
was massaging him most intimately and he moved furiously against the lithe body
beneath him and he grunted, his thrusts becoming faster and harder.

�I c-can�t� Tsuzuki� no�� Hisoka
panted, the pressure building up to unbearable levels. He squeezed his eyes
shut as the sex became more brutal, more passionate.

He didn�t want this, he didn�t want this,
he didn�t want this� he repeated the words under his breath over and over like
a mantra, silently praying they were true. But he lay helpless, unable to do
anything except lie there and be used like a cheap whore by a man he hated.

�Hisoka�� the doctor moaned brokenly,
staring into those wide emerald orbs as he continued to thrust into his velvety
passage. �I want you� to come for me��

The teen squeezed his eyes shut, gritting
his teeth. He told himself no, but his body wanted to so badly� he gasped when
Muraki snatched his engorged member in hand and began to pump him violently.
With that attack, Hisoka finally succumbed. His fingernails left bloody
scratches as he twisted in wild abandon, his seed spilling from him in a
delicious and fiery orgasm that left him drained.

His belly splattered with cum, the doctor
groaned as Hisoka tightened around him and he yielded to his own orgasm with a
deep throated growl. He prolonged his collapse long enough to empty every last
drop of his semen into the now limp body of his playmate. With a sigh of
satisfaction, he pulled Hisoka into his arms, hugging the spent body close to
him.

Muraki basked in the glow of the
aftermath, stroking the sandy blonde hair tenderly as if they were lovers but
the shinigami lay numb. The doctor smiled tiredly, running one hand along the
slight curve of his hip. �Rest, Hisoka,� he whispered softly. �Sleep. You�ve
earned it.�

A tear escaped from behind his shut eyes,
but his body was so drained, so completely exhausted, that he obeyed, falling
into a restless slumber.

The smug satisfaction kept Muraki awake
long after Hisoka and he watched the sleeping angel in his arms, wiping away
the tears that glimmered like diamonds on his cheeks and eyelashes. �So
beautiful�� he murmured. �But such a pity I will not be able to keep you.�

�Such a pity��

To be continued.��

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