Ardent

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these wonderful characters, they belong to Yoko Matsushita.
Notes: Sorry if Hisoka seems out of character but I promise that soon we will see the feisty side of the empath we all know and love.

Chapter 4: Consummation

Hisoka's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his new "husband." Muraki stood before the bed wearing a similar yukata but its black and it wasn't nearly as sheer as his own. His silver hair and pale skin glowed with the lightening of the room. The same emotion Hisoka felt from Muraki earlier was back in full force and now he began to realize what it was because his body's reacting to that emotion. He hated to admit it but Muraki looked incredibly attractive, not that Muraki hadn't looked handsome before but in this setting Hisoka found it difficult to deny his attraction to the man. Hisoka felt something on his leg and realized it was Muraki's hand. He fell so deep into his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that his husband touched him. Hisoka's body stilled, his breathing became more rapid. He wasn't sure how to react.

"My beautiful new love," Muraki murmured again, caressing the silken leg. He lifted his hand to the boy's face and stroked the soft flesh. Such perfect skin: snow white infused with soft blushing rose. Only angels have skin like this. He leaned in and kissed Hisoka's lips before whispering

"My Angelface."

Not knowing why, Hisoka blushed at that endearment. Muraki has a deep coldness to him but he also has a certain allure that drew people to him, that's drawing Hisoka to him. The boy just couldn't figure out what Muraki was up to.

Muraki smiled at his bride's blushing cheeks. He didn't think it was possible for his arousal to grow even more but those blushing cheeks made it so. Muraki tugged at the obi of Hisoka's yukata, causing the robe to open up. Hisoka yelped in surprise and clutched his yukata together.

"Angelface," Muraki said in a soft but demanding voice. "Take the yukata off. Don't make me ask again."

Reluctantly, Hisoka pulled the robe off, leaving him in the nude and under Muraki's scrutiny. Muraki touched Hisoka's chest-- no more like exploring as he rubbed his skin and tweaked his nipple, eliciting a moan from the boy.

"Mmmm, gorgeous," Muraki kissed him, tongue probing the velvety mouth. Hisoka's hands gripped Muraki's yutaka as the unfamiliar emotions of ardor wrecked havoc on his body. Muraki then took Hisoka's right hand and guided it down to his erection.

"See Angelface, this is what you're doing to me."

Hisoka panicked as he felt Muraki's erection under the robe; suddenly this all became too real for him. "Please stop!"

Silver eyes turned cold. "You will not deny me my right as a husband. I will have my pleasure tonight but it’s up to you whether or not you want that pleasure returned."

Hisoka cringed as he heard that sensual voice become tinged with iciness. In so few words did that voice promise punishment if he didn't do as he was told. Hisoka bowed his head down.

"That's a good boy." Muraki disrobed, letting the material drop to the floor. He crawled onto the bed and closed the curtains, leaving them in a silk and satin cocoon. He turned to look at Hisoka when he saw the boy gaping at him or rather, his cock.

Smiling widely, he said, "Don't worry love, it'll fit." Muraki then pulled Hisoka flushed against him, kissing him deeply. Hisoka moaned in pleasure and began to knead the older man's back. Muraki tangled his hands into the silky fine hair as he continued to plunder the boy's mouth with his lips and tongue.

Uh, this feels good, Hisoka thought. He felt as if his empathy and body were being opened up to a new world as new senses flooded into him. These senses were so powerful that Hisoka wanted to be consumed by them while melting into Muraki's arms.

Muraki lowered Hisoka onto the rose petals as the boy mewled in protest of being separated from the warm embrace.

"Shhh, Angelface," Muraki cooed as he looked at his bride in admiration. The white roses really do suit Hisoka perfectly. The boy's skin was as just as white and the pink that tinged the tips of the roses matched the soft blush that tinted his cheeks. His dark green eyes were half closed and he was slightly panting. The erection the boy was now sporting proved his desire, there was no escape for him now; not that he ever had a chance to escape. Muraki reached over to the shelf that lie behind the bed and grabbed a tube. He poured some lube over his fingers and looked at the boy again, sighing. The beautiful, erotic sight of Hisoka lying flushed among the rose petals would make for an exquisite painting. Yes, tomorrow he will start his greatest masterpiece.

Muraki bent down to kiss Hisoka again, this time he covered the boy's body with his. He reached behind Hisoka and lifted him slightly up so he could massage his bottom. Hisoka's panting deepened as their erections rubbed together and his butt was being so intimately touched. Muraki then spread Hisoka's buttocks and pushed one of his lubed fingers into the virginal body. Hisoka gasped out at the intrusion as tears began to form in his eyes. Muraki hushed him by devouring his lips and plunging his tongue into the warm mouth.

"Pain comes before pleasure, love," Muraki whispered, inserting a second finger in.

He's certainly right, Hisoka thought as pleasurable pain coursed through his hips.

Muraki removed his fingers and placed his cock at the prepared entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, sighing in pleasure as he did so. Hisoka gripped onto pale shoulders as he felt the large cock steal his virginity. Muraki sheathed himself fully into his bride, staying still so he could savor the moment. Slowly, he began thrusting into the boy, thoroughly enjoying the look of pleasure that showed on his face. Muraki felt something unusual and realized that his cock was being intimately massaged by Hisoka. Hmmm, so the boy does have other special gifts besides his empathy. He continued to thrust, reveling in the feel of Hisoka's inner muscles stroking him.

Hisoka rocked his hips along with Muraki's, feeling how deeply connected they were now. Hisoka heard panting and grunting and realized that they were coming from him as well as Muraki. He peered at Muraki's face twisted in pure pleasure and knew that he must look the same. Muraki's cock thrusted deeply causing Hisoka to gasp out:

"Un, Uh!" Hisoka wrapped his arms around Muraki, feeling the need to hold on as he felt something building up inside of him.

Sensing that Hisoka needs his release, Muraki reached down between their bodies and began stroking Hisoka's manhood. Hisoka's eyes widened as he did this and began shaking his head.

"Let it go, Angelface," Muraki said as he began to pump faster.

Hisoka felt himself explode as he was overridden with intensity. Muraki thrusted a few more times before emptying his seed into Hisoka's pliant body. Steam has risen up from their sweat sheened bodies and now it cloaked the air as well as the mirror on the wall. Muraki rolled them both over to their sides without pulling out of Hisoka. He ran his fingers through drenched gilded hair and felt an animalistic pride swelling up in him for Hisoka had passed out after he orgasmed. Muraki cradled Hisoka to him and pressed his cheek into the young man's hair. Smiling, he already came up with a name for his painting:

Sensual Awakening