LemonJuice | By : Himenokori Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 1939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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LemonJuice
Prologue: Introduction ( Hime No Kouri)
Some would
dare to call her beautiful; some were fearful enough to call her cruel; some
were sad enough to call her love; and one was smart enough to call her lonely.
She sat on her crystal throne and looked at the world outside wishing for a
chance to have her say. “My Lady,” a small voice echoed out from the
darkness. “It’s beautiful, what is it?”
“This is just
a bauble, something that I found one day and thought it was beautiful,” She
said in a voice so clear that it was frightening. She twirled the shining
object in front of a window catching the pale moonlight.
“Hime, what will you use it for?” The little cat asked
purring as her ears were scratched. The white fur fluffed and preened under the
attention of the ice cold hands.
“Why it is a
pitcher, of course I will use it to make…Lemon Juice.”
Ahead...Just a warning, within these pages you
will find spoilers and ...Well... Lemon...
LemonJuice
Chapter one: Emeralds and Amethysts
“Come to
me….”
The sandy haired youth tossed to his left throwing off his coverings and
shivered as his sweat dampened skin was chilled by the cool night breeze. “Poppet…
Come to me….”
“NO!” Hisoka
sat up in bed panting staring at the blood red markings on his pale arms. He
wrapped those same thin arms around his body and wished for an end to his
torment.
“…Soka…Hisoka,”
Hisoka trembled and pulled the blankets over his head just as Tsuzuki opened
his hotel room door and walked into his room. He would hate for him to see the
markings now. “Hey kid, are all right? I can hear you tossing and moaning in
your sleep. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were not alone in here.”
Tsuzuki said and sat beside the lump on the bed that he identified as Hisoka.
“I’m fine,”
Hisoka’s answer was muffled underneath the blankets. He trembled and wiped the
tears that coursed down his face. He felt a hand on his back through the
blankets and then he heard Tsuzuki stand and leave him alone in his room.
Hisoka sat up and stared about in the darkness. He wished Tsuzuki would see him
as something other than a kid, but his body would never mature beyond the age
of 16. Hisoka sighed and lay down again determined to sleep. It was not often
that they were assigned a job in such a nice place, he had better enjoy it.
Red reminds me of the color of blood.
“No matter
how loud I scream no one comes,” Hisoka realized. He knew no one would come
and if they did would they be able to help him? He could not contain the
screams; they ceased to be screams for help and instead were screams of pain.
Why was this happening to him? He pulled strands of platinum hair and turned
his face away from the searching lips.
“You are mine,
you will always be mine and you will always feel me inside you, my beautiful
doll.”
"Tsuzuki!”
Hisoka sat up in bed screaming and breathing deeply. It was the one name he
could call; it was the one always there to help him to save him no matter the
trap, no matter the danger. Hisoka sobbed into the blankets until his door
burst open. Tsuzuki stood breathing deeply wearing only his robe prepared to
battle the demons that had caused Hisoka to scream so. Tsuzuki stared about the
room and frowned to find it empty of any visible threat.
“Hisoka?”
Tsuzuki said and cautiously approached the bed. Hisoka trembled violently and
clutched his blanket to him rocking back and forth. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I want to
forget, I can still remember everything he did to me… I want to forget.” Hisoka
sobbed and clutched the robe tightly. Tsuzuki stared in horror at the markings
that cover the slender limbs. “I can still feel him….inside of me,” Hisoka
sobbed. Tsuzuki pulled his partner into his arms and was gentle as he stroked
the frail back underneath his hands. Tsuzuki remained still for over an hour
stroking Hisoka until the trembling ceased and his breathing calmed.
“Are you okay
now, the nightmare gone?” Tsuzuki asked afraid to relinquish his hold on
Hisoka. Although his body had returned to normal he had not released his hold
on Tsuzuki’s robe.
“It will never
be gone; I can not make it leave but perhaps…” Hisoka began and Tsuzuki looked
down and was lost in an emerald green sea.
And in your arms…
“Perhaps…?”
Tsuzuki said worried that Hisoka was still in his nightmare. Hisoka’s hand had
traveled inside of his robe and trailed slowly across Tsuzuki’s chest.
“In St.
Michel, I…When I learned of the things that went on there...” Hisoka paused and
took a deep breath. “I thought of you, but you will only ever see me as a
child.” Hisoka turned away from Tsuzuki and pulled his bed robe closer about
his slight frame.
“I don’t
understand,” Tsuzuki said staring at his chest that still burned with sensation
from Hisoka’s touch.
“I bear his
mark, but perhaps, I could bear…yours instead.” Hisoka asked his bright eyes
shining with tears. Tsuzuki looked into the imploring depths and wondered if
perhaps the world had gone horribly insane.
“I don’t have
that kind of evil magic, I wouldn’t want to.” Tsuzuki said. “Why are you asking
such from me, I would never hurt you that way…”
“I’m not
asking you to hurt me,” Hisoka said crying and crawling into Tsuzuki’s lap. He
was more vulnerable now that Tsuzuki ever hoped to see him. Tsuzuki was
frightened by this change in Hisoka, had his dreams finally driven him mad?
“I’m asking you to love me.” Hisoka opened his robe revealing his body to
Tsuzuki who gasped and his eyes widened as he tried to figure out just what
Hisoka expected him to do.
Love…Bites…
“I know my
body is perhaps not what you would wish for, but I need you please Tsuzuki the
only touch I remember is his… I …I hate it, I want…you… to make it go away.”
Hisoka said frantically Tsuzuki’s bright purple eyes widened as he gave up
trying to understand Hisoka’s plea and simply gave in to it. Hisoka gasped when
Tsuzuki kissed him. Tsuzuki pushed his tongue into Hisoka’s mouth and tasted
the warmth that he had longed for. The only mark Tsuzuki knew to give… Tsuzuki
moved to Hisoka’s neck and sucked a patch of skin deeply into his mouth.
Hisoka moaned
in surprised pleasure. Tsuzuki bit gently and lapped up the tender spot he
backed up and stared at Hisoka’s skin in the moonlight admiring the mouth
shaped bruise that was clearly visible. “Here is a bruise,” Tsuzuki said trying
to quell the raging inferno inside of his body.
“More… Please,
don’t stop.” Hisoka gasped climbed from Tsuzuki’s lap to lay
in his bed. He tugged Tsuzuki’s robe open and stared up into his eyes silently
begging for his touch.
“Do you know
what you are asking me to do to you?” Tsuzuki asked ignoring the pleas of his
own body. Hisoka nodded and reached for Tsuzuki.
“I don’t want
to remember his touch, if I call your name at night, I don’t want it to be
cries for help,” Hisoka said and smiled when Tsuzuki climbed on top of him. “I
don’t want to remember him… only you.”
And burn in purple flames, doused by an
emerald flood.
Hisoka moaned,
Tsuzuki’s tongue trailed a fiery blaze to his chest and sucked a pink nipple
into his mouth. Tsuzuki chewed gently leaving a bruise there as well. Hisoka
gasped and clutched Tsuzuki’s hair. Silver hair twined through his fingers
faded replaced by blackest silk. Hisoka smiled to not be pulling away from the
terror but holding tight to passion. Tsuzuki pulled Hisoka’s hampering article
of clothing away and stared at the body he had only glimpsed at odd occasions
and often by accident.
Hisoka bit his
lip when Tsuzuki traveled lower on his body leaving marks with his mouth
erasing the memory of his hideous disfigurement. Hisoka nearly startled out of
his skin when Tsuzuki traveled to his lap and sucked deeply. He had never felt
so completely swallowed by love before. He had never known anything could touch
him so deeply, so wonderfully.
Tsuzuki
marveled at the taste and texture, and wanted more. He raised Hisoka’s legs and
licked the tiny hole that beckoned for his attention lightly tracing his finger
over the entrance. Hisoka moaned and arched his back inviting Tsuzuki inside.
Tsuzuki stared up at Hisoka and sucked his finger in his mouth before he
pressed it into Hisoka’s warmth. “Are you sure…” Tsuzuki asked not moving his
hand as he crawled over and looked into Hisoka’s wide eyes. Hisoka could not
speak so he nodded and pulled Tsuzuki’s head to his for a scorching kiss.
Tsuzuki re-positioned himself and sighed as he removed his finger from their
tight encasement. “This might hurt,” Tsuzuki warned.
I’m yours
Hisoka cried
out as Tsuzuki filled him completely in one slow thrust. Tsuzuki waited to see
if he had hurt his partner badly only to be surprised by Hisoka raising his
hips inviting him further inside. Tsuzuki could not hold back any longer and
began to move passionately against Hisoka holding him tightly. Hisoka smiled,
for once he could feel someone inside of him that he did not hate, it did not
hurt and if he cried out it was a cry of pleasure. Hisoka tossed his head from
side to side and gripped Tsuzuki’s shoulders as pressure built inside of him.
It was a pressure he had never felt before; he feared it would mark his flesh
as surely as the curse had. Hisoka held tightly to Tsuzuki and welcomed the
burn.
Tsuzuki gasped
and knew that soon he would be enveloped in complete bliss. Tsuzuki could feel
wetness against his stomach and looked down to see trails of Hisoka’s release
drip down. Tsuzuki knew he could let go now. Tsuzuki cried out and held Hisoka
tightly as he filled him with his only weapon against the night time terrors.
Because eternity is a long time
Hisoka opened
his eyes and stared at the sun blazing thorough the window of the hotel room.
He looked at his body and admired the markings left the night before. “You know
those will fade,” Hisoka smiled as he looked up into Tsuzuki’s deep purple
eyes.
“Then you will
just have to make more,” Hisoka said and raised his face for a kiss. Tsuzuki
was more than happy to comply.
Owari
Author’s note: Hello here is my first Cup…I hope you like it. Let me
know what you think
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