In My Master's Harem

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Yami any Matsuei characters. They all belong to Yoko Matsushita.
A/N: I’m very sorry about taking so long to get this chapter up. Between my vacation and moving back to the U.S. I didn’t have much time to write.

Another big thanks to Ceara Corey for beta checking my fic.


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Chapter 9

This has been quite a day, Tsuzuki thought as he strolled down the marbled hallway. The Baron Tanaka arrived a day earlier than expected, and now he passed out drunk in the tea room. Tsuzuki wasn’t too sure how things got this way. First, the Baron complimented him for serving such high quality macha green tea. Then, he asked the maid if he could have something stronger, and she brought a bottle of red wine. Tsuzuki watched in astonishment as the man proceeded to drink the whole bottle in less than five minutes, only to bellow out for some more. At that point, the harem (minus Hisoka, Tsuzuki took note of) arrived, and in his drunken state, the Baron made no attempt to hide that he was checking them out. The man’s eyes roved around, particularly around the girls’ legs and cleavages. Disgusted, Tsuzuki was about to tell the Baron off and order the harem out of the tea room when Wakaba winked at him and sashayed over to the drunken man, grabbing another bottle of wine on the way. She turned on her honeyed voice and sweetly asked him if he wanted more wine. The harem boys and girls giggled as they watched the Baron agreed, but only if she would hold his glass for him as he drank. Wakaba then gestured to the rest to come over and take turns holding the Baron’s glass, something that he seemed to greatly enjoy. Tsuzuki couldn’t say that he approved of this, but he couldn’t do anything without the Baron causing a scene. The Baron finally passed out happily, mumbling that Tsuzuki certainly knew how to entertain. Wakaba apologized for the harem walking in on this private meeting, but Tsuzuki cut her off, telling her it was okay and asked if they could see the Baron to his room. He wanted to find Hisoka and apologize for brushing him off earlier.

As Tsuzuki walked by the windows, he could see the stars shining brightly and thought about the time he and Hisoka played out in the snow. Hisoka’s eyes shone luminously then. God, he really did adore those green orbs. Tsuzuki was quickly pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a loud splash.

“What the hell?” Tsuzuki sprinted to the harem, throwing the doors opened. His eyes surveyed the pool before he spotted a body in the water.

Hisoka!

Tsuzuki dived into the pool.

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Hisoka felt himself being pulled from the darkness by something warm, soft and moist. He sensed that he was lying on the floor and the air felt cool against his skin. The teen shivered. Suddenly, a coughing fit jerked his body a bit before he felt fingers run through his hair. Blinking his eyes open, he found himself staring into purple eyes.

“Everything’s all right, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki whispered, his hand still stroking the boy’s sleek hair.

Drowsy confusion swept over the boy; why was he on the floor with Tsuzuki leaning over him? Why was he soaking wet? A flash went through his mind. That’s right, dizziness swept over him and the last thing he remembered was falling. He reddened when it dawned on him that the warm, soft and moist feeling was Tsuzuki’s lips on his own.

“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki looked concerned at the boy’s crimson face. “Are you all right?”

“Mmm, sleepy,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

Tsuzuki gave a sad chuckle. “You need to see the doctor first.”

“No! Sleep now!” Hisoka was too out of it to form proper sentences. He suddenly felt himself being swept up off the ground.

“Then I’ll take you to see him,” Tsuzuki said.

Hisoka didn’t answer. He didn’t have the energy to do so. Instead, he lulled his head against Tsuzuki’s shoulder, not noticing the shudder of pleasure that shot up the older man’s spine. Tsuzuki cradled the boy close to him as he left the harem, nudging Hisoka to make sure he stayed awake. The boy gave an aggravated “nya!” displeased at not being allowed to sleep.

After the doctor checked over Hisoka and announced that all the boy needed now was sleep, Tsuzuki let out a relieved breath. He shifted the younger boy into his arms with no resistance for the empath had already dozed off. Instead of returning Hisoka to the harem, Tsuzuki carried him to his bed chamber. Something in his heart told him that he would feel better if he knew Hisoka was close by tonight. The purple-eyed master could be silent as a mill pond when he wanted to and in this case he felt a great need to be quiet so he doesn’t disturb the bundle in his arms as he tucked the said bundle into the red velvet sheets of his bed.


Daylight tried to break through the heavy red drapes with no success while the two occupants in the room remained asleep. Hisoka rolled over with a sigh, clutching the velvet comforter tightly to his chest as if he was trying to escape a bad dream. Waking with a start, Hisoka looked blankly around the unfamiliar room until his eyes fell upon Tsuzuki’s resting form on an ivory sofa.

Memories of the previous night were still vivid in his mind and embarrassment tinted his pale cheeks. Hisoka wanted to bolt, but apprehension tied him down to the bed. It was clear that he was in Tsuzuki’s room, and he had no idea how the older man would react if he left without saying anything. Tsuzuki was still his master and he didn’t want to cross the line by leaving without permission. One thing was certain: Hisoka needed to use the bathroom. He began to crawl out from under the covers, but found his legs tangled with the sheets. Hisoka then tried to push the sheets off with no success. Frustrated, Hisoka rolled over in attempt to untangle himself. This didn’t work out either; he ended up falling off the bed, taking the sheets with him.

Tsuzuki woke up and found the entangled boy on the ground. “Hisoka, what are you doing?” Tsuzuki got up, pulled the sheets off Hisoka and placed him back on the bed.

Hisoka didn’t say anything. He just sat there looking embarrassed.

“Are you feeling better?” Tsuzuki asked, placing his hand on Hisoka’s forehead.

“Um, yeah,” Hisoka squirmed, still looking pink. “Um, can I use the bathroom?”

“Of course, it’s behind that door over there,” Tsuzuki said. He watched in amusement as Hisoka bolted to the bathroom.

After using the toilet, Hisoka washed his hands and found himself staring at the mirror. He was looking healthier and he felt better than he had in days, and that was probably due to sleeping so close to Tsuzuki. The man’s emotions were incredibly powerful, but there was something soothing about them. While he slept, he felt like he was wrapped in warmth. Even when Tsuzuki was carrying him, his empathy told him he was safe and secure. Hisoka suddenly clutched his hands around his head.

“Oh, God,” he whispered. “I’ve must have looked pathetic to Tsuzuki.” Hisoka heard Tsuzuki knocking at the door, asking if he was all right. Hisoka called out weakly that he would be right out.

While he was in the bathroom, Hisoka found that Tsuzuki ordered for breakfast and a table with two chairs to be brought to his bedchamber.

“I thought that maybe you shouldn’t be around too many people, so I had the food sent up here,” Tsuzuki said as he pulled out a chair.

Hisoka bowed before sitting down. “Thank you.”

Tsuzuki piled Hisoka’s plate with fruits, eggs and a muffin. “Here you go. You need to keep your strength up,” he added when the boy gave a look of protest.

“Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said slowly. “What happened last night?”

Uncomfortable silence filled the air.

“I don’t—“

“Don’t lie,” Tsuzuki’s voice tensed.

Hisoka lowered his emerald eyes at the sound of Tsuzuki’s voice. Even after what had happened, Hisoka didn’t want the rest of the harem to get into trouble.

“I was overwhelmed by emotions.”

“But how?” Tsuzuki asked. “Everyone in the harem knows how to shield.”

Hisoka fidgeted.

“I see,” Tsuzuki got up and headed towards the door.

Leaping up, Hisoka ran over to Tsuzuki, grabbing the hem of his shirt. “Wait, don’t blame them!”

Tsuzuki paused. “Hisoka, they knew what effect letting their shields down would do to you.”

“But they only did it because they love you and hated to see you upset,” Hisoka tugged on Tsuzuki’s shirt.

“I know that they love me and I love them, but that doesn’t excuse their behavior. You almost died, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki’s eyes began to swell up.

“Don’t cry, Tsuzuki,” Hisoka whispered before gasping as Tsuzuki pulled him into a hug.

“I still need to go talk to them,” Tsuzuki said, burying his face into Hisoka’s hair.

Hisoka clasped his arms around Tsuzuki’s waist. “Are you going to punish them?”

“Yes, I will not tolerate that sort of conduct under my roof,” Tsuzuki said firmly, “But the punishment will be minimal, Hisoka. After all, how can I judge them so harshly when I was the cause of this ordeal.”

Hisoka gave a small sound of distress. “I’m sorry.”

Tsuzuki rubbed his cheek against silky locks of honey. “That’s all behind us. Now, I want you to finish breakfast, and don’t worry about the harem.” He led Hisoka back to the table and gave the boy a chaste kiss on his head. “When I come back, I want to see this plate empty.”

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The harem was in tears when they heard what happened to Hisoka and took their punishment without complaint. They had to clean the castle without any help from the staff for a month, and they had to conjure up a difficult protection spell to place around the harem pool in case Hisoka or anyone else should faint again. The worst punishment Tsuzuki came up with was each boy and girl had to be Tatsumi’s personal assistant for a day. Tsuzuki had to hand it to them for being such troopers, for while each one looked like they were about to burst into tears, they managed to complete all the tasks Tatsumi had assigned them.

During those weeks, Tsuzuki had Hisoka sleeping in his sister’s room out of fear that Hisoka would have a relapse. The harem boy had trouble convincing Tsuzuki that he was fine and missed being around the other boys and girls. Hisoka didn’t go into the deeper reason for wanting to go back to the harem: the attraction he felt toward his master grew in intensity. He wasn’t ready to deal with this kind of emotion. Tsuzuki offered to have one of the servants retrieve some books for him to read, which Hisoka appreciated, but it was too awkward to ask the servant to bring him the book on sexuality that Watari gave him. He was certain that the book could give him some insight as to how to deal with these feelings that he was experiencing.

Tsuzuki agreed to let Hisoka go back to the harem at the end of month when the others’ punishment was completed.

The harem boys and girls decided to throw Hisoka a welcome back party (with their shields up full force). They decorated the harem with emerald and cream colored streamers and a banner that said, ‘Welcome Back Hisoka!’

“All right, everyone,” Wakaba called out. “Hisoka’s coming in a couple of minutes. Are the cake and his present ready?”

“Everything’s set!” Maria called back.

Hisoka opened the door and the harem all shouted, “Welcome back, Soka-chan!”

Hisoka looked around at all the eager faces and the fully decorated room, and felt strangely touched. This was something his parents would never have done. He didn’t know what to say or do, so he softly said, “Thank you.”

Azumi grabbed his arm. “C’mon, we have something for you!”

Hisoka was led over to a gift wrapped in glittering silver with a dark green ribbon.

“This is from all of us,” Wakaba said. “We hope you like it.”

“Thanks,” Hisoka replied. He slowly and gently began unwrapping the present (he didn’t want to ruin the paper) and gasped. Inside, there was a leather bound journal and along with it a new outfit consisting of a pair of black satin trousers and an ivory gossamer shirt.

Wakaba put her hand on the younger boy’s arm and squeezed it gently. “We thought that, you know, with your empathy, it might help you if you are able to write out how you’re feeling.”

Hisoka was speechless, but the harem knew how he felt without saying anything.

After that a chocolate frosted vanilla cake was served with green tea and everyone was having fun chatting.

“So, Hisoka,” Hisae said. “You spent a whole month practically alone with Tsuzuki. Did you two finally do it?”

Hisoka sputtered, “What?!” The harem’s free way of talking still shocked him.

“Inquiring minds want to know!” Nagi chimed in, grinning.

“Wait, I know how we’ll know,” Saya said as she marched up to Hisoka and looked at him straight in the eyes.

She stared at him for a few moments and pulled back with a sigh. “He’s still a virgin.”

Everyone gave a large sigh of disappointment.

Hisoka’s eye twitched. Glad to see that they’re nosy as ever.

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Spring quietly melted into summer as life in the harem went back to its regular routine with them sharing breakfast and bath with Tsuzuki. Hisoka still was self- conscious about getting in the bath with everyone, especially Tsuzuki, although the amethyst-eyed man enjoyed teasing him about it. It was moments that made Hisoka want to bop Tsuzuki over the head and call him an idiot. It was not unpleasant though, the teasing. Hisoka wondered if Tsuzuki was trying to seduce him. That was what the book said it was, and while a part of him was scared, another part of him was excited. He couldn’t deny the attraction anymore, at least to himself.


“Hey, Tsuzuki! Want to have some coffee?” Watari asked, shoving a mug in front of Tsuzuki’s face.

“Uh, no thanks, Watari,” Tsuzuki laughed nervously. “I’d rather not change into anything weird today.”

Watari frowned. “That’s what Tatsumi said as well.”

“Oh, uh, well, I have some things to do, so I’ll see you later. Okay?”

Watari’s frown turned into a mischievous smile. “Are you going to see a certain little empath?”

“No—yes, no, I mean I’ll be seeing everyone in the harem,” Tsuzuki said.

“Uh huh,” Watari’s knowing smile grew bigger. “I’ve heard that you haven’t been sending for anyone at night. Hmm, I wonder why that could be.”

“Watari!” Tsuzuki looked shocked. “That’s none of your business.”

The blond man shook his long hair. “Okay, okay, if you don’t want to talk about it, then I’ll leave you to your business,” Watari threw Tsuzuki another mischievous grin before leaving.

Watari is way too perceptive for his own good, Tsuzuki thought as he headed toward the harem.

Wakaba came around the corner and smiled brightly at Tsuzuki. “Hi, Tsuzuki. Hisoka’s out in the garden, if you want to see him.”

Tsuzuki blushed. “I was coming to see everyone.”

“Oh, but you have seen all of us this morning and you’ll see us again at dinner. Anyway, I bet Hisoka’s all by his lonesome in the private garden. You should keep him company,” Wakaba winked.

Tsuzuki smiled at her matchmaking attempt. “Thanks Wakaba.”

Quickly turning around, Tsuzuki hurried to the garden. The wheat-haired boy was out there watching something intently.

“Hey, Hisoka, what are you looking at?” Tsuzuki asked.

Hisoka turned around, not surprised to find the older man behind him. “I was just watching those birds. I like their wings.”

Tsuzuki glanced out to see what Hisoka was talking about and saw a couple of birds with their wings fluttering rapidly, drinking the nectar out of some flowers.

“They’re called hummingbirds,” Tsuzuki explained.

There was a moment of silence, than Tsuzuki spoke again, “Would you like to sit in the gazebo?”

Hisoka nodded, and together they took shade under the domed roof, sitting on the bench that ran around the wall. The only sound that could be heard was the fluttering of the hummingbird’s wings. The scent of honeysuckle perfuming the air tasted heavenly and the heat seemed to increase Tsuzuki’s desire. He became truly aware that he and Hisoka were alone and thoughts ran rampant in his mind. He could make love to Hisoka on the floor of this gazebo and no one would be the wiser. No, no, he couldn’t do that, not when the boy was still—well, still a boy.

“Will you stop thinking that?” Hisoka cried jumping up from the bench. “I’m not a child,” he took a deep breath. “I never was.”

“Believe me, Hisoka, I don’t think you’re a child.”

“But, I read your mind,” Hisoka began.

“I think you’re young,” Tsuzuki corrected him.

“What’s the difference?” Hisoka asked impetuously.

Tsuzuki walked slowly over to Hisoka and cupped his cheek, stroking the soft skin. “Children don’t live in a harem.”

Hisoka closed his eyes, feeling the electricity sparking between them. “Idiot.”

Tsuzuki laughed. “Maybe, but you should always listen to your elders.”

Hisoka pushed Tsuzuki’s hand away. “There you go again, treating me like I don’t know anything.” He ran out of the gazebo.

Tsuzuki ran quickly, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. “You’re the empath around here; you should know how I feel!”

“Then prove it,” Hisoka challenged.

Tsuzuki didn’t waste one moment. He leaned down and kissed Hisoka deeply. They broke apart and stared at each other before kissing again. Tsuzuki wrapped his arms tightly around the boy, pressing deep, opened-mouth kisses on soft lips, cheeks and chin.

“Mmm, your lips are so sensitive,” Tsuzuki moaned between kisses.

Hisoka pressed his body even further into Tsuzuki, trying to melt into the warm, sculpted body. Remembering what he read in the sexuality guide book, he slid one hand under Tsuzuki’s shirt and began to caress his nipple while lowering the other hand to massage Tsuzuki’s ass.

Tsuzuki broke the kiss off with a gasp. “Hisoka, no.”

Hisoka grew frustrated, stepping away. “But--,” isn’t this what you want?

Tsuzuki ran a hand through his hair. “You’re not ready.”

Anger flickered in emerald eyes. Tsuzuki saw the teen was about to throw a tantrum and pulled him back into an embrace. “Your empathy doesn’t lie to you, Hisoka. You know I want you. There’s no denying it.”

“Then why won’t you be with me? I read the book on sex that Watari gave me. I know what to do,” Hisoka buried his face in Tsuzuki’s chest.

“Shh. I know, but I think we should spend more time together. Alone, that is,” Tsuzuki added.

Hisoka sighed, suddenly feeling tired. “Okay.”

They stood in the garden for a moment.

“Maybe, we should go inside,” Hisoka said.

Tsuzuki tightened their embrace. “I want to hold you for a little longer.”

And later, I need to talk to Watari about that sex book he gave you.

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I hope everyone enjoyed reading this chapter and I hope Hisoka and Tsuzuki weren’t out of character. Please review and let me know what you all think.