The Sharp Side of The Blade.
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Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei › General
Rating:
Adult ++
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1
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3,089
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5
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The Sharp Side of The Blade.
Author: IceAngel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Muraki/Tatsumi/Hisoka
Warnings (please be sure to read them- no flaming for what I warn for): PWP, Yaoi, M/M/M, Lemon, Lime, anal, oral, bondage
Genre: Romance, Smut O_o What else can I put besides that?
Dedication: A request from DreamPrincess
Disclaimer: I own nothing here.
Summary: Muraki is bored, so what else could be better then to toy with two Guardians. Maybe even he can get something out of it too.... A good old fashioned PWP
A/N: Ok here we go, please feel free to tell me what you think. So please do grace me with reviews, CC's welcome too; but tell me where I could get better, more then- use a dictionary. But please no flames. They do not do anything but annoy me. So read and review.....
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So your the kind that deals with the games in the mind
Well you confuse me in a way that I've never known
You confuse me in a way that I've never known
~ 'Break Me Shake Me' ~ Savage Garden
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Stormy clouds built up, blocking the sun's cheerful rays. Lightning flashed viciously overhead, as thunder rumbled deeply shaking windows of nearby houses. The citizens of the small town ran for cover from the impending storm. Men took their wife's arms leading them to a near by store, while boys and a few girls danced ready for a mud filled day. A group of preppy teenaged girls screamed as they ran looking for a safe place to hideout for a few hours, before they finally ducked into a small mall.
Finally the streets were empty except for one young boy. Slowly Hisoka walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed inside his pockets, as he watched his feet. Rain really did not matter to him since he was dead. It was not as if he would 'catch his death of a cold;' that was one of the rare perks of being a guardian of death. Besides the empath loved when the streets were empty like this. He was able to walk without accidentally touching others. These were the rare moments that his mind was blank and his heart did not hurt. The boy's mouth twitched lightly, and if it was anyone else but Hisoka, one would have guessed that he was smiling. It felt so light and wonderful to be able to walk down the street and not feel anger, fear, anxious, worry, or any of the other negative feelings that he had felt for all of his life.
The boy's back straightened a little as he looked up at the stormy clouds. He really should think about heading back soon; Tsuzuki was probably starting to worry about him. Watari would want to show off some new- and probably dangerous for him- experiment that he had thrown together. And Tatsumi...
Hisoka paused mid-step as he thought about the Shadow Master. His breath caught in his throat as his heart raced. Pulling a hand from his pocket, Hisoka pressed it to his chest, feeling his heart fluttering. What was this feeling? Gasping the boy looked around wildly, looking for someone to have triggered this feeling. But the streets were completely empty, no one was around to have triggered it. So why?
Could it have been the thought of Tatsumi? If so, then why? Swallowing Hisoka shook his head, forcing the thoughts from his head. He would worry about that later. Right now, he wanted to walk. To enjoy this wonderful weather and the empty streets.
High above in the sky, the stormy clouds broke open as rain fell onto the ground below. Hisoka glanced up at the rain before continuing on never flinching as the thunder clapped loudly.
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A pale hand snaked from the darkness caressing a soft cheek. "Make me proud...." A voice whispered before the hand pulled away back into the darkness. A man with chestnut hair nodded as he pushed up his glasses. Slowly he turned and walked out of the darkened room, off to find his target.
Soft laughter filled the room, as a silver haired man watched his pawn walk out of the room. Soon he would have both men in the same room as him. And soon, oh so soon, he would get to show them how it should be. Slowly he slunk back into the thick darkness, ready to wait for when his pawns would return.
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Hisoka was throughly soaked as he walked down the street. What had started as a slight drizzle had suddenly become a downpour, soaking the poor boy. Stopping at a street corner, Hisoka stared at the red light before shaking his head furiously. Water flew from his drenched golden locks as he waited for the light to change. As it flashed to green, the young Shinigami crossed the street without a second look, it was one of the perks of being dead- if you got ran over, you would not die again. Or so Hisoka had come to believe now.
Besides he was too wet to care otherwise. And depressed.....
Sighing Hisoka walked towards a black and purple cafe awning, smiling lightly at the thought of a rest from the pounding rain. It had gotten to the point that Hisoka had walked most of the way with his eyes mostly closed. Now that he was under the awning Hisoka could see just how wet he had gotten.
"Stupid rain you just had to turn on me huh," the young empath muttered darkly as he rang out his bright orange shirt. With an irritated grunt he shrugged out of his drenched blue jacket and shook his head wildly. Stepping towards the edge of the awning bright emerald eyes glanced at the threatening sky, as he watched lightning streak among the clouds in beautiful patterns.
Sighing Hisoka walked back to the darkened cafe, leaning against the large window. Placing his hands in his back jean pockets Hisoka leaned on his right leg, as his left rested on the window ledge behind him. Closing his eyes, Hisoka leaned his head back content on relaxing here alone with the rain thudding on the sidewalk on either side of him.
Off to his side, Hisoka could sense Tatsumi teleport beside him, yet he made no movement from his position as he focused on the tall man beside him. Golden eyebrows knitted as the teen focused on Tatsumi harder. There was something off about him, usually Tatsumi came out loud and clear as a proud man with a tinge of depression on the sides. But now all he got was muffled signals, and every now and then a burst of depression would press free only to be blurred over again. Thinking over this so much gave Hisoka a headache, so he decided to do what worked the best- ignore it for now, but remain conscious to the fact that there might be a problem.
"Hisoka," Tatsumi pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, only to have them fall to the edge again. The taller man saw the teen nod so he continued, "What are you doing out here in the rain? You're going to catch a cold you know."
Hisoka laughed lightly, "I don't think you have to worry about that. I'm strong enough to stand a little cold and wet," Hisoka paused opening an eye long enough to look at his drenched clothing, "okay maybe a lot wet. But I can handle it. As for why. I wanted to get some....whatever they sell here." The teen shrugged, hoping that Tatsumi would leave. Right now he really did not want to be bothered by concerned co-workers.
Pushing his glasses up again, Tatsumi bent over to grab the discarded jacket. "Well since this place...whatever it is..." Tatsumi glanced back at the cafe, but the name offered no clue to what it held, "Uh is closed, why don't we go to a warmer place, to wait out the rain before we go back. Sound good?"
Emerald eyes glanced over to the taller man, noting his stern gaze Hisoka decided to go along with what he suggested, besides he knew that 'no' would never work. Sighing Hisoka pushed off of the glass with his left foot, slouching lightly. "Okay fine where do you have in mind?"
Smiling Tatsumi lightly grabbed Hisoka's upper arm, "Just follow me" he winked before teleporting off, pulling Hisoka behind him.
As he landed on solid ground, the teen glanced around his instincts telling him to turn and run, run for his life. Before the two of them loomed a giant building, with a almost cathedral look to it. White paint was flaked off in areas, leaving black marks on the building. Weeds choked the front lawn as grass tried desperately to grow. A tall rusted gate ran around the property, separating it from the rest of the world the only opening being an old rusted gate that was half fallen over.
Taking a good look at the building, Hisoka turned ready to walk away. Except a firm hand on his upper arm made retreat impossible. Whipping around Hisoka glared evilly at Tatsumi as he snarled "Never touch me!" To make his request more believable he tugged at his arm trying to free it. Yet in reality relished in the touch, for some reason he wanted to run over and tackle Tatsumi only to kiss him forever. Shaking his head, Hisoka tried to clear his mind. He never felt anything for Tatsumi, never. So why now? His emerald eyes traveled back to the old building, for some reason he believed it had to do with that freaky building.
"Now now...Do you really want me to let go," Tatsumi relaxed his grasp, watching the loneliness creep into Hisoka's deep green eyes. Smiling he realized that it was working. "Or," Tatsumi re-grabbed the arm, tugging sharply to bring Hisoka closer. "Or do you want this." Slowly Tatsumi slid his hands down Hisoka's back until he reached the hem of the shirt, smiling he slid his hands under the wet shirt before slowly and lightly sliding his fingers back up.
His sapphire eyes glinted as he bent down, his lips ghosting Hisoka's. The teen gasped as he felt Tatsumi move from his lips to his soft neck. Hisoka felt his hands move up grasping Tatsumi's upper arms tightly as he gasped. Moaning he leaned forward, rubbing up against Tatsumi's firm body.
Gasping for air Hisoka tried to form words, but the fog on his brain would not leave. Smiling Tatsumi leaned back to the boy's ear licking it lightly before whispering "Do you want to go in?" The empath teen nodded a smile gracing his face. Without another word the shadow master pulled Hisoka towards the gate and slipped through the narrow opening, never having his suite touch the rust on the gates. Hisoka was having a harder time though, the soft breaths on his neck, the ghosting lips, and the wandering hands had left the teen dazed and unable to move his body. Stumbling he tripped over a corner of the fallen gate, only to land in the shadow master's arms.
"Are you ok Hisoka?" His deep voice made Hisoka's heart jump lightly. Nodding the teen stood dusting off his wet jeans before motioning with his head for Tatsumi to continue on. Smiling Tatsumi nodded eying the flushed cheeks on the teen before grabbing his hand again, pulling him across the stone walkway.
Hisoka furrowed his golden eyebrows again as he tried to clear the fog from his mind, this was not like him. He never got this way....Unless.....
Gasping Hisoka tried to pull from the grasp; realizing that Tatsumi tightened it Hisoka grabbed his thin arm with his other hand pulling backwards with all of his might. Small grunts escaped his mouth as he pulled back, stiffening his legs and planting his feet firmly on the ground.
Tatsumi glanced back, snickering at the sight before dragging the boy through the door. "You can't get away, besides this is what you wanted remember."
Hisoka glared venomously at the black suit before tugging back again, "Even if I did want it. I can feel him here," Hisoka spat, "And I don't want it with him."
Tatsumi chuckled deeply again, rolling his eyes slightly before turning back to the boy. "Oh really," he purred, pulling a stunned Hisoka closer to him.
Gently he pushed the teen against the door jam. Hisoka gasped lightly as he felt the hard wood press against his spine. The solid weight of Tatsumi pressed against his body, trapping him there. He could feel the shadow master's hot breath wash over his body. Swallowing hard he looked up into the deep blue eyes above him. Tatsumi pressed against Hisoka before bending over, tilting Hisoka's chin up, the shadow master pressed his lips against the boy's in a chaste kiss. Pulling away he slowly slid a leg in between Hisoka's pressing it firmly against the boy. Hisoka gasped at the feeling, and before he knew what he was doing the empath rubbed against the leg moaning longingly.
Hisoka's head fell back, banging against the door jam a little harder then what he expected- as pain lanced through his head. Gasping lightly he closed his eyes as he rubbed against the shadow master's leg. He could feel Tatsumi's fingers wrap around the hem of his jeans, before poking in slightly, brushing against the skin there lightly. Hisoka could feel one of Tatsumi's hands slip under his shirt and trek up the boy's stomach and chest. Reaching a nipple the shadow master brushed his fingers over it causing the boy to arch his back gasping as he pressed closer to the warm body in front of him.
"P-please," Hisoka gasped, "What's going on? Why do I feel like this?" With great difficulty the teen opened his eyes, cracking them just barely.
Smiling Tatsumi ignored the question to tip Hisoka's chin again bending down to capture the boy's lips tasting him lightly. Suddenly, as if a dam broke, Tatsumi ripped his hands away from the boy's chest and jeans, to wrap around his head pressing them closer. His fingers twisted and knotted in Hisoka's soft golden locks, before raking through them. Hisoka moaned as he felt Tatsumi's firm lips on his, his fingers in his hair. Slowly Hisoka felt his arms rising from his sides to wrap around the other man's body scratching at the rough black coat. Feeling ready Tatsumi nipped at Hisoka's lower lip, catching it in his teeth, pulling into his mouth to suck on. Smiling he let go letting the lip fall back. Hisoka gasped as he felt Tatsumi's tongue press into his mouth, gently tasting the boy. Hisoka's tongue moved up to meet Tatsumi's before battling for dominance; a game that the shadow master easily won. Pulling away the shadow master smiled as he heard Hisoka's whimper at the loss. The boy's cheeks were greatly flushed as Tatsumi ran his finger over the soft skin.
Slowly he bent down again, bringing his lips to Hisoka's ear. Softly he breathed into the boy's ear, "Trust me, you'll love this."
The fog was back in Hisoka's mind, blurring his thoughts. Somewhere in the back he could feel his intuition yelling at him that it would lead to no good. That he had to turn and run. Tatsumi was appearantly not himself fully and if HE was here- then it would go wrong somehow. Yet that's all thought thoughts did, stay in the back, Hisoka was unable to act on them.
Sensing the boy's frustration and fear Tatsumi continued, "Don't worry, everything will be fine. No harm....or at least none that you won't like. It's only a gentle nudge that you feel there, that fog," Tatsumi nudge against Hisoka's head lightly, "is ok. I promise you'll love it. Better then here."
Hisoka gasped as he felt Tatsumi reach down to the bulge in his pants. Licking his lips, the boy nodded desperate for relief. Mutely he followed as Tatsumi backed away tugging lightly on the boy's hand. Through cracked lids Hisoka could faguly make out the room that the taller man led him into. The inside looked no better then what it did from the street. Wallpaper hung from the wall warped and yellowed in places, as mold grew under the paper. On one side was a giant bookshelf that housed hundreds of books, all different sizes and colors. Several stacks of books rested on the floor stacked up several feet high. Looking down, Hisoka could see that the floor nothing but just a cement foundation, having been left bare all of these years.
The boy looked around, noticing that this had been planned ahead a while ago. Even though the room was old and moldy, there was no dust on any of the books. Not to mention the four post bed that laid in the middle of the room, neatly made and ready to be used it looked. Candles also lined the room, sitting on the stacks of books on the floor, while others rested on the floor and on the bookshelf. Four larger candles sat on each metal post of the bed, held up by wire that was stuck through them. Emerald eyes traveled down to the floor beside the bed, resting there quietly was a black bag, unzipped and laying open. Hisoka's heart sped at the thought of what could be in there. In his mind he could picture whips, chains, and leather outfits- and that was just the beginning of his imagination. Staring wide eyed at the images that ran in his mind, Hisoka stopped flushing greatly as he stared. If they were going to do that then they could forget it! No way in hell! He was not like that! Right?
Tatsumi looked back, wondering why Hisoka was stopping now, he was starting to get impatient. And he was sure he was not the only one. Noting Hisoka's cherry red cheeks, Tatsumi stared into the emerald eyes following their gaze to the black bag. Immediately he understood and laughed loudly, his deep voice shaking Hisoka from his troubled thoughts. The boy quickly looked over, blinking at Tatsumi with wide innocent eyes.
Catching his breath the shadow master wiped away a stray tear, "Don't worry that bad isn't that bad." Slowly he led Hisoka over to the bed, pulling the boy flush to his body again. "First let's get that wet shirt off of you, before you get sick." Kissing Hisoka's neck Tatsumi slid his hands down to the bottom of Hisoka's bright orange shirt before pulling it up. Mutely Hisoka rose his arms, balling his hands into tiny fists, allowing Tatsumi to pull of the garment without any hindrance.
Tatsumi noticed how the boy shook, and decided to try to ease the tension. Gently he pushed the boy onto the bed watching as he bounced on the soft mattress. Hisoka gasped as he sunk into the bed, it was just how he loved his beds. So soft that when you lied on them they would wrap around you, forming a soft nest for the night's sleep. A small smile graced the boy's face as he fingered the soft blankets.
Tatsumi placed a hand on the boy's leg sliding it up his thigh before heading back down again. Deciding to break the tension, he gently spoke, careful to keep his tone comforting. "So Hisoka why did you ball up your fists when I took off your shirt, are you that uncomfortable?" Tatsumi bent over to taste Hisoka's neck again, leaving loving nips and licks on the boy's pale flesh.
Gasping Hisoka's fingers left the blankets to wrap around Tatsumi's back again, his left arm sliding down to Tatsumi's upper arm. "N-no," he gasped out, "It's always been a habit. W-when I was younger and too sick....to..." Hisoka moaned lightly, "get undressed for bed, my mother came in and helped me. I did it then too, it's just a habit." Hisoka's left hand dug into Tatsumi's jacket grasping the muscular arm tightly.
Tatsumi pulled away, "Hmm any other little habits you have?" Slowly he reached down to Hisoka's jeans, unbuttoning them before pushing the boy onto the bed.
Hisoka lied on the lacy blanket as he tried to remember his other little habits but Tatsumi's hands on his hips, and the fact that his jean were unbuttoned, made it hard to remember. "Uh...I always toe off my shoes with the left one first." Hisoka flushed lightly realizing how stupid that must have sounded.
Tatsumi merely hummed in interest as he lazily drew patterns on the boy's skin with a smile that never left. "Hisoka are you ready?"
Fear gripped Hisoka's heart lightly but he bravely nodded, he was ready.
Smiling Tatsumi shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. Smiling he looked down, realizing that Hisoka was still only half on the bed; reaching down Tatsumi pulled Hisoka onto the bed, making the bed a little more comfortable for him. Happy with how the boy was situated, he went back to undressing. Grabbing his navy blue tie, Tatsumi tugged it, loosening it enough so that he could pull the knot out of it. Slowly he pulled it off of his collar, letting it flutter slowly to the ground to join the black coat.
Crawling onto the bed, Tatsumi straddled the boy as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers slowly- tantalizing slowly- pushing each button through the tight hole as he ground his hips into Hisoka's. Moans filled the air as Hisoka rose his hips up to meet with each of Tatsumi's thrusts. Hisoka's back arched as he gasped erratically fisting the blankets under him. His bright green eyes stared as the shadow master slowly shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it to the side. Reaching up, Hisoka gently ran his hand over Tatsumi's chest, tracing the muscles lightly before running back up to the dusky nipples. Tatsumi moaned arching his back as he felt Hisoka's gentle caresses, the questioning motions.
Realizing how soft the boy's touches were- how hesitant he was- Tatsumi bent over, capturing Hisoka's face in the palm of his hands. "Hisoka...." Tatsumi tried to think of a right way to phrase the question to not make the boy uncomfortable. "Is this your first..." He did not even need to finish the question as he watched the young teen nod, before biting his lip. Smiling Tatsumi kissed the boy deeply, pouring all of his feelings into that one kiss. Breaking away he breathed, "Don't worry, you'll love it." And then pressed his lips back against Hisoka's in another loving kiss. Their tongues danced and fought for dominance, though Tatsumi's won easily again. Reaching down, yet never breaking the kiss, Tatsumi pulled at the laces to Hisoka's white sneaker. He smiled against Hisoka's lips as he felt the boy shift lightly under him to toe them off, left first, just as he had said. Pulling away, Tatsumi caressed Hisoka's cheek gently. "I see what you mean by left first."
Hisoka felt all of the remaining tension leave his body as laughed at the simple comment. Reaching up he pulled Tatsumi back down into another kiss, initiating the next battle, this time pouring his heart into the kiss.
Tatsumi shifted lightly toeing off his shoes and knocking them and Hisoka's to the floor below. Pulling away Tatsumi slid his hands down Hisoka's chest and stomach stopping at the hem of his jeans. A finger slowly traced the tiny v of where the button was undone, before grasping the zipper. Looking up at Hisoka the shadow master slowly pulled the zipper down before sliding the jeans off of Hisoka's thin form. The wet jeans soon joined the pile of clothes on the cement floor. "Hmm, no underwear today huh," Tatsumi purred as he caressed Hisoka's weeping erection. The boy gasped as he arched his back whimpering for more.
Pulling his hand away the shadow master rose to his knees undoing his kakies before sliding them down, pulling his boxers with them. Shifting lightly he removed the garment tossing them onto the ever growing pile. Slowly he lied down on top of the boy, resting on his elbows. A gentle hand rubbed against Hisoka's cheek as he bent down to steal another kiss from the boy. Hisoka's hands ran up and down Tatsumi's back as he kissed back loving the feel of the naked man pressing against him.
Pulling away Tatsumi stared into Hisoka's gazed over eyes. "Are you ready? We still have one more person who is getting really impatient waiting for us." Tatsumi looked over into a darkened corner of the room, and Hisoka followed his gaze. The boy gasped lightly, jumping out of instinct rather then fear. Wide eyes stared at the silver haired man as he slowly undressed, pulling off his long white coat dropping it close to the corner. Walking closer to the bed, he pulled off his shirt before undoing and stepping out of his white pants. Hisoka could see from the bulge that Muraki was more then ready.
"So," his loud voice rang in the silent room, "How do you like the spread?" His arms flew out indicating the the room with great flourish.
Tatsumi glanced back down at the boy, noting his stare. Slowly he kissed the boy's cheek. "Hisoka are you sure this is ok? We can leave now if it isn't."
Hisoka broke his stare from Muraki's body to look at the man above him. He lied on the bed staring at Tatsumi's concerned face. Smiling he caressed Tatsumi's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "No it's ok." He pulled Tatsumi closer before whispering in his ear, "Just promise you'll stay with me."
Tatsumi nodded lightly, "I promise." Looking over at the smirking doctor, he nodded before kissing Hisoka again. Again he rose up to his knees, much to Hisoka's dismay. Leaning back onto his shins, Tatsumi looked over, drinking up Muraki. His eyes slowly traced up and down the doctor's body memorizing every last bit, storing it into his memory.
Hisoka looked over staring at the silver haired man, his mouth agape as Muraki pulled down his boxers. Hisoka's eyes fell to Muraki's erection watching it as it jumped lightly. Unknowingly he moaned as he stared, wanting to touch Muraki's body.
As if he could read the boy's mind Muraki slowly walked over to the edge of the bed sliding on the top of it. Gently he pushed Tatsumi off of Hisoka, immediately straddling the boy. Smiling he leaned down, wanting to taste Hisoka. A pair of lips he had not tasted for three years. Slowly he leaned down, pressing his lips against Hioska's swollen lips. Hisoka gasped as he closed his eyes, his mind flashing back to when he was thirteen, to when he first felt Muraki's lips on his. Cracking his eyes open Hisoka stared at the small red dot on Muraki's ear. Slowly he brought his hands up lightly caressing Muraki's back as he kissed back.
Tatsumi pulled off his glasses, setting them on the hard floor, before crawling down to the bottom of the bed. His hands gently caressed Hisoka's legs, as his fingers danced up the thin- yet muscular- legs. Slowly they ran up his inner thighs, messaging lightly before breaking away. Crawling up close to the doctor, Tatsumi nudged him lightly, grasping his boxers and pulling them off- tossing them off to the side.
Hisoka moaned as he felt Muraki's body grind against his, the friction going right to his crotch. Hisoka moaned as he felt Tatsumi move to the side, bending over to attack his shoulders and chest as Muraki continued to dominate his mouth. Moving down Tatsumi nudged Muraki to the other side, watching as the doctor moved without ever breaking away. Now with more of the teen's flesh reveled, Tatsumi bent down as he slowly covered the skin with nips, licks, kisses and loving bites. Hisoka moaned deeply into Muraki's mouth, his back arching violently. The boy's toes curled as he gasped and moaned.
Pulling away Muraki glanced over at Tatsumi, motioning to him with a nod of the head. Though Hisoka lied confused by what he meant with it, Tatsumi knew immediately and reached down to grab the black duffel bag. Picking it up, he handed it over to Muraki, watching Hisoka the whole time. Hisoka watched the bag being passed from one man to the other. The boy felt his heart stop for a second as he stared, wondering what was in that bag. Muraki looked up noticing the boy's stare, smirking he patted the outside of the bag, before digging inside. Emerald eyes never strayed away from the bag, as Hisoka lied on the bed, his mind wondering what was in it.
Beside him, Hisoka could feel the mattress shift and lower at the weight of a man lying down. Soft kisses rained down on his neck and shoulder as Tatsumi's hand ran down the boy's body stopping at his navel before traveling back up. The contact was enough to break Hisoka's stare on the bag as he turned towards the man, capturing the brunet's head, pulling it closer till their lips touched.
Glancing up Tatsumi watched Muraki nod and closed his eyes pouring everything that he could into the kiss. He nipped and sucked on the boy's lower lip before plunging in. the boy could feel his mind begin to fog again as Tatsumi's skills left him in a lust filled trance. Faintly he could feel one of his arms being pulled away, but he really did not care at the moment. The bed shifted beside him and through his closed lids, Hisoka could feel Muraki's shadow on him. But still he focused only on the kiss, once again ignoring when he felt his arm being pulled away from Tatsumi's back. The same was for his feet, as he felt them being gently pulled to the opposite ends.
Feeling a light touch on his shoulder, Tatsumi pulled away smiling when Hisoka whimpered at the lost. Blinking Hisoka reached up to put cup Tatsumi's face...Furrowing his brows the teen tugged at his arm trying to raise his arm. Slowly he looked over, gasping as he saw the rope that tied his arm to the bed post. Nervously he looked to the other arm pulling it too, before pulling at his legs. He was tied, spread eagle on the bed staring at the two men. Muraki's smirk grew as he stared at his young tied boy, ready to be taken. Meanwhile Tatsumi gently stroked Hisoka's face smiling gently. Both eying the naked boy, burning his body into their memories so that they could replay this moment over and over again in the future.
"So Hisoka are you ready to play a nice little game?" Muraki dug into the bag again, pulling up a long dagger.
Swallowing Hisoka shook his head, his eyes widening at the glistening blade. "No not really," he whispered, his voice gone.
Tatsumi smiled as he lied beside the boy, resting his head on the outstretched arm. "Oh believe me you'll love this." Reaching out the shadow master took the knife, kissing the blade gently before he lied it on Hisoka's chest. The boy sucked in air harshly as he stared at the knife on his chest. Slowly Tatsumi drug the knife down the soft skin, pressing the tip into the hollows of Hisoka's body. The blade never cut the boy's skin as it was drug around his chest down to his navel only to go around it to come back up to Hisoka's chest. Slowly it circled the two nubs of skin, before heading back up to Hisoka's throat.
Gasping Hisoka moaned and whimpered as he felt it drag across his skin. Realizing that it wasn't going to be stabbed into him, Hisoka found that he enjoyed the tantalizing feel, arching to get better access to the dagger. As he felt it slide up to the hallow in this throat the boy moaned deeply tossing his head into the pillow exposing his throat, totally submissive of the blade.
Muraki felt his body react to that sight, as he groaned deeply fisting the blanket in an effort to not pound into the boy mercilessly. There was still so much more he wanted to do. So many ways to touch him and so many experiences that he would never get to experience. So instead he sat staring at the boy arching and moaning at the dagger Slowly he held out his hand, taking the black handle of the dagger from Tatsumi. Hisoka was vaguely aware at the exchange but he really did not care. Muraki licked the blade lightly as he eyed the naked body beside him, there were so many possibilities and too few minutes to enjoy it.
"Ah," Muraki exclaimed as he figured out his map, smirking he placed the sharp side of the blade against Hisoka's skin lightly at by his collar bones. Slowly he drug the blade down, watching the small red line in the blade's wake. Hisoka gasped his back arching as he felt the blade teasingly run down this sternum. A deep moan fell from his lips as he pulled at his arms trying to free them as his toes curled.
"Mmmm," Hisoka gasped as he tried to form the words that were in his brain, "I...can't wait....please...don't...t-tease....Mmmm." Hisoka's back arched into a perfect arch as he watched Muraki's arm follow his motions. Through all the moving the blade never dug deeper then what the silver haired doctor wanted.
Nearing the boy's navel Muraki pulled the blade away, letting the dagger fall to the floor below, the loud clanking filled the silent air as Hisoka stared at Muraki. Slowly the silver haired man bent down, capturing Hisoka's lips in a deep bruising kiss before moving to the top of the red line. Slowly he followed the red trail down the boy's body. Hisoka gasped as he felt the butterfly kisses of Muraki's tongue. His body twitched wildly as he moaned deeply tugging harshly on the restraints
Muraki, having reached the end, looked up at Tatsumi who had been watching the entire time, gently touching and letting his hands roam his body. "I think it's time the real fun began." Nodding enthusiastically Tatsumi rose from his place beside the stranded boy.
Hisoka gasped as he felt Muraki straddle the boy, while Tatsumi crawled in between his legs. The teen leaned over a little to hoping to catch a glance of Tatsumi, who smirked before bending down. Grasping Hisoka's erection, he tentatively stuck his tongue out, just barely tasting the boy. Pulling back sapphire eyes met emerald before Tatsumi licked his lips, "Mmm..." Bending back down he slowly licked around the erection, before slowly swallowing it down to the base. Hisoka gasped soundlessly, his head falling back, as he tried to buck up but Muraki made it impossible for him.
The silver haired doctor bent down as he covered every inch of Hisoka's chest in loving bites and kisses. Reaching Hisoka's nipples he licked his fingers before rolling them in his fingers. Harshly he pinched them, soothing them with a gentle sweep of the pads of his thumb. Hisoka arched his back as he felt the doctor roam lower with his kisses and nips. Below he could feel Tatsumi suck on him, his tongue rolling around. Slowly the shadow master pressed a slickened finger into Hisoka's opening. Slowly he began to thrust the finger in time with his bobbing. Hisoka screamed as his vision went white as Tatsumi's finger hit a special spot deep within him. Moaning the boy bent a little to the side to watch he watched as Tatsumi's head bob as he sucked on Hisoka. Looking back Hisoka could see Muraki licking and nipping on his body. With the triple assault Hisoka knew he wasn't going to last long, as his breaths came in hurried gasps.
Moaning deeply he arched his back as emerald eyes rolled back, "Tat...Tatsumi I'm gonna come..." Hisoka gasped out before gasping harshly. His body stiffened as he screamed out his release, his toes curling in pleasure. Tatsumi greedily drank up every last bit before sitting up, licking his lips clean.
Muraki rolled off of the relaxed boy, watching as he basked in the afterglow of his release. Smirking he pulled Tatsumi closer to him, whispering in his ear. Tatsumi smiled as he nodded. Hisoka half watched the two, wondering what was happening next. He watched silently gasping silently for air as he lied relaxing. Tatsumi slowly bent before Muraki, his ass sticking up in the air as he pushed the evil doctor back a little, repositioning his legs. Lowering himself, Tatsumi took Muraki's twitching erection into his mouth, as he bobbed his head, licking the underside of it as he swallowed.
"Oh oh ok," Muraki pushed on Tatsumi's shoulders, "Stop before I come too early. I want to experience the boy." The shadow master pulled away, obeying the doctor before turning back to Hisoka. Smiling he took the boy's now limp member stroking it gently, reawakening it immediately
Leaning up Tatsumi captured Hisoka's lips in a passionate kiss. Tasting himself on Tatsumi's tongue went straight to the boy's groin. Moaning he deepened the kiss the best he could. Smiling against the boy's lips Tatsumi pulled away as he pumped the growing erection. Looking back he nodded to Muraki, pulling his hand away. Hisoka watched with half-lidden eyes.
Slowly the silver haired doctor crawled up in the middle of the boy's legs. Reaching back he untied Hisoka's ankles, grasping them tightly. Slowly he pulled them up to his hips raising the boy's hip slightly, positioning himself at the virgin opening. Slowly he pressed in, snapping his hips sharply. Hisoka's eyes widened as he cried out at the sensation of Muraki stretching him. Just as he thought he could not take anymore, the doctor stopped, moaning as he felt the boy's body tighten around his erection.
"Oh god..." Muraki moaned as he sat back on his shins. It felt too good, so tight and delicious- it took all of his restraint to keep from ramming into the boy right now. Gasping he nodded towards Tatsumi while trying to form the right words, "Hurry if you want to feel him." Slowly he let the boy's legs drop back down to the mattress
Tatsumi nodded as he straddled Hisoka, slowly he positioned himself over the boy's straining erection, bending down he captured Hisoka's lips with his and sunk down. Breathing in sharply Tatsumi arched back as he felt Hisoka fill him. Breathing deeply he remained still, not wanting to move until he gained control.
Muraki slowly slid his arms around Tatsumi's waist, resting his head on the sturdy shoulder. Smiling he watched Hisoka as he pulled out until the tip was all that was in. Pausing for a second, the doctor snapped his hips, pushing deeply into the boy. Hisoka gasped as his head fell back. 'Oh god,' was all his mind could form as he felt the doctor pull back out again. Soon the doctor was slamming against the boy's body, his hips smacking against Hisoka's.
Tatsumi watched for a little bit before rising rising his own body, smiling he relaxed his legs, pressing Hisoka's erection deep into him. Both Tatsumi and Hisoka moaned as the brunet continued his assault Tatsumi slammed his body against Hisoka's gasping loudly. With every slam Hisoka's erection slammed onto that special spot making his back arch wildly.
The double assault was too much for the young boy. He did not know whither to push towards Tatsumi or against Muraki, so he did the only thing he could- whimper while holding on tightly to the bonds that held his arms out. Moaning and whimpering Hisoka's head thrashed wildly as he felt Muraki slam against his body and Tatsumi sink deeply onto him.
Muraki's grasp to Tatsumi loosened slightly as he grabbed Tatsumi's erection pumping it in time with his thrusts. The doctor gasped as he felt his end near, pausing he repositioned slightly before slamming into the boy harder grunting as he pressed against the boy's opening. Tatsumi moaned as he rode the teen faster, matching the hand on him member.
Muraki gasped as pulled out, snapping his hips, the doctor slammed into Hisoka so forcefully that the boy moved slightly on the bed. Moaning he threw his head back, slamming harshly into the boy feeling his ending come soon. Gasping he thrusted deeply one last time before tossing his head back moaning as he released, filling the boy. His hand on Tatsumi's erection tightened, squeezing it. Tatsumi gasped as he sank down deeply before releasing, his essence spilling over Muraki's hand and his stomach. His muscles tightened around Hisoka's erection, causing the boy to arch harshly. Screaming he came, gasping as he filled Tatsumi.
Muraki gasped as he pulled out of the boy, sitting on his shins as he watched Tatsumi free Hisoka's arms. Pulling the boy out of him the shadow master gently laid beside the tired boy. Bending down he gently kissed his lips. Pulling away the shadow master cupped the boy's face, bringing his eyes to his. "So how was it," Tatsumi asked gently.
"Oh better then what I ever thought." Hisoka glanced at both of the men, "And I can't wait to do it again." Sighing Hisoka closed his eyes, fatigue finally taking over him. Tatsumi tugged at the blankets, freeing them from under the sleeping boy. Slowly he pulled them up over the two of them before looking back at Muraki.
"He is going to be so sore tomorrow huh." Tatsumi laughed as he watched the doctor slide from the bed.
"Yeah he is," Muraki looked over at the sleeping boy as he gathered his clothes, slipping them on quickly. Turning he walked towards the door, stopping long enough to look back over his shoulder. "I'll be seeing you two again come the next rain." And with a flourish of his coat Muraki walked out of the old building, letting the two Shinigami's sleep the night away.
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Heh..ok so how was it? One of the rare 3somes. I don't usually do those, but please do tell me where I can get better. I would love to better my writing so that I can get better as time goes on. Especially since I'm hoping to write a book for fun and try to get it published. Thank you...