Addicted

Title: Addicted.

Author: IceAngel

Rating: NC-17 *pushes the lil kiddies away* Time for beddie time for those who don't like or don't want to read this type of ficcie.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except the idea

Paring: Muraki/Hisoka, hints of Tsuzuki/Hisoka

Warnings: AU-ish, PWP, Yaoi (M/M), oral, anal, slight bondage, a heh knife is slightly involved, blood..... (heh- don't write the warnings while listening to 'Control' (Puddle of Mudd owns that))

Summary: AU-ish. Muraki's card game upon the floating casino was not just to let Tsuzuki go, but also to make a certain blond Muraki's bedmate for the night.

Dedication: This one goes out to DreamPrincess. I hope you like it!

A/n: Alright so my orignal surprise isn't coming along how I wished it would, so I hope that you can take this as a be-lated Birthday gift (but this is only the first thing...).

All flames will be ignored and laughed at during boring times.

~_~

'I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
you lock me up inside your dirty cage
well I'm alone inside my mind
I'd like to teach you all the rules
I get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
well then your secrets never show'
~'Control' by Puddle of Mudd
(This is so Muraki's song. Who can deny it? I mean listen to the lyrics and think of Muraki!!)

~_~

Hisoka sighed as he laid down his cards. The boy barely heard the dealer's shocked gasp as he laid down a royal straight flush. He was barely able to concentrate on anything but the pain that the sight and memories that the doctor gave him. Swallowing hard the blonde haired boy tried to keep his tough front up, though he was not able to stop a shudder that ran down his spine.

It was true, what Muraki had said earlier today was true! Hisoka wanted to run and scream. Run back to his room, slam the door shut and refuse to come out- all the while kicking and screaming on the top of his lungs. But the shinigami knew he could not do that. A deal was a deal.

Emerald eyes watched as Tsuzuki, in obvious relief, jumped up smiling at the fact that he was not Muraki's toy for the night.

But though Tsuzuki was free....Hisoka glanced back over to Muraki, another shudder running down his spine as he lowered his head. Memories from earlier in the evening came rushing back to him as he clenched his hands together.

Muraki was walking down the finely carpeted halls, a knowing smile on his face. To his side he held a bunch of deep red roses while fixing his bowtie with his other hand.

Hisoka stood off to the corner staring at the doctor as he walked down the hall. Mentally he forced up his mental barriers, determeined to not let Muraki get into his head- like he always seemed to. He had to keep his mind clear. Clear enough so that he could keep all tricks from his original plan.

Though he acted oblivious and uncaring, Hisoka truly cared for and loved his partner. True their partnership was rocky at first, even close to failing. Hisoka was unwilling to open up to anyone when he first came in. And Tsuzuki seemed like a total goof-ball that should have been kept in the nursery.

However as time went on, the teenaged shinigami learned the truth behind the ever smiling brunet. And ever since that day he felt an unbreakable attaraction for him. At first it was just a protective attraction...But then he learned to love the little quarks and bits that made Tsuzuki Tsuzuki. And now he would protect him, even if it mreant that he would suffer for a night.

Hisoka was not blind to the toment that Tsuzuki was going under from Muraki. He saw the unnecessary touches, the whispered comments, and the lust filled stares. And he could sense Tsuzuki's nervousness at the advances as he tried to ignore them while working on the assigned case. And now Hisoka was going to make it so that Muraki would leave his partner....and in ways his lover....alone.

Muraki stopped, his flowers hanging in mid-air as he silvery eyes watching the figure that leaned against the darkened wall. "Well well I did not expect to see you here. And all alone too it seems."

Hisoka groaned his hands flying to the side of his head as he tried to keep that horrible night out. He had to have a clear mind for this, everything depended on it. The investigation, Tsuzuki, his sanity, Tsuzuki's sanity....

So much on this one moment, Hisoka had to do this clear minded or he would ruin it all. Breathing deeply, Hisoka tried to calm himself, pushing the unruly memories and thoughts and feelings from his mind locking them behind a solid brick wall. He would deal with those at another time, but not right now.

"Muraki!" Hisoka hissed through clenched teeth as he glared at the smirking doctor. "You have been bothering Tsuzuki too much! I want you to leave him alone."

"Oh really," Muraki purred sucductifully as he leaned forward, his left hand reaching out. Fingertips gently brushed against Hisoka's soft face, as the younger one tried to keep from flenching from the touch. "And what can you do about it." Muraki brought the boquet of roses up to his nose. The fragrance of the roses filled Muraki's senses as he pulled the beautfiul flowers away, "nothing," Muraki whispered side stepping Hisoka.

"I can offer a deal." Hisoka clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms as he glared at the wall at the other end of the long hallway. "If you leave Tsuzuki alone you..." Closing his eyes, the teen tried to gather his courage. "You can have me," the shinigami's voice faultered as he whispered the last part, "for the night." Turning Hisoka awaited the evil doctor's answer.

Muraki's smile grew as he tought of all of the possible ways he could have Hisoka for just the night. One whole night..."Would that be without restrictions?" Muraki's eyebrow raised slightly.

"Yes, without restrictions," Hisoka whispered, his eyes falling to the floor below.

"Deal then." Muraki's head filled with plans for the night, ah yes it would be a long night for his victim, the same boy he lusted and cursed those many years ago. "But..." Muraki raised a finger, "I get to play with Tsuzuki a little bit. I love a good game of cat and mouse before a long night. It's up to you to save your poor dear Tsuzuki! Besides I know you will. And then I'll have my fun..." Without another word Muraki turned on heel as he continued towards the casino.

Hisoka gasped as he fell against the wall, his mind reeling at what was to come. What had he done?!?! 'Stupid stupid stupid,' Hisoka berated himself as he knocked his head against the wooden wall. What had he done?!

What had he done?! Hisoka still tried to piece what and why he had offered himself like that! And of all people to him. The one person he despised the most.

"Argh," Hisoka groaned as he stood from his chair as he silently walked away.

"Hisoka," Tsuzuki called out, smiling when he saw his younger partner pause, "where are you going?"

"To bed. You can enjoy the night but I'm going to sleep and you better not bother me." A glare was thrown over his shoulder towards the wide-eyed shinigami.

A pout crossed the man's face as he watched his partner walk away without another word.

"You know I can always keep you busy for the night." Muraki smiled, his eyes twinkling lustfully.

"Uh..." A bluish tint crossed over Tsuzuki's cheeks as he slowly backed away. "No no no not necessary." Tsuzuki backed up waving his arms in front of him as he exited the casino quickly.

Chuckling Muraki slowly walked out of the room, following the path Hisoka had just taken. After all he had a long night planned for the two of them.

~_~

Hisoka sat on the edge of the bed, his hands crossed as he waited nerviously for his expected visitor. The boy knew that Muraki would not deny the night- even if he had to kill every living and non-living being aboard this cruise ship. And that thought terrified the boy. Despite his tough exterior, Hisoka was still a teenager; one robbed of his life too soon but he was still one.

Now he felt his heart flutter as he stared at the doorknob across the room. Each sound made his heart jump to his throat. Each footstep froze his breath. Thumbs twiddled as Hisoka waited patiently, or as patiently as he could, for the man he knew would come.

The silver knob turned, spinning in a full circle before the wooden door swung open revealing a smirking silvery haired man. Whisps of hair fell over one of his eyes, hiding a blue eye from the boy's view. Stepping into the darkened room, Muraki looked up pulling off his thin framed glasses setting them on the small table beside the door.

"Well my boy," Muraki closed the door, leaning against the firm wood. The moonlight that filtered in from the large window, casting an errie glow upon the doctor. "It seems that you were serious about me having you for the night." Muraki reached up tugging at his bowtie. "Are you?"

Hisoka had sat on the edge of the bed the entire time, his eyes widening with every passing second. He could feel the tension in the air. And he could feel the tremors of joy pass through the air. Dropping his head Hisoka nodded slowly emerald eyes falling to the burgandy carpeted floor. "I'll keep my promise if you promise to keep yours."

Smiling Muraki raised his right hand, cocking his head to the side slightly. "I promise. You sure seem to be of little faith when it comes to me."

"I wonder why," Hisoka spatted angrily as he glared at the snickering doctor. "You are not one that I will ever trust." Hisoka swallowed the gasp keeping up his strong front as he watched Muraki stalk towards him. 'Like a hawk swooping down upon his prey,' Hisoka's hands flew to the blankets as he grasped them in a death grip.

Muraki's long, slender fingers turned the silver lock, its click resounding within the room. With long strides he crossed the spacious room, trapping the boy on the bed immediatly. Pushing firmly against Hisoka's shoulders, he crawled up on the smaller boy's lap.

"Shall we begin?" Muraki sneered as Hisoka's eyes widened in fear. He could feel the boy's racing heart, fluttering like a butterfly's wings.

Bending down, Muraki buried his nose in Hisoka's chest, the warm cloth crinkling under the pressure. Breathing deeply he moaned, the boy's scent always drove him crazy. That was one of the reasons that he had taken Hisoka that fateful night so many years ago. Orignially he had just planned on attacking the boy, maybe even scaring him a little for what he had witnessed. Then he would place the curse and leave the boy to die a slow death. However when he had tackled the young teen, Muraki became drunk and had to have him. And now he was feeling the same drunkness.

Hisoka stared fearfully at the man above him. Seeing Muraki above him, feeling the same weight, the same movements, and the same scent terrified the young teen. He spiraled back to that night when his virgenity had been ripped from him. Gasping Hisoka struggled, trying to free himself from Muraki's grasp.

"Now now," Muraki cooed as he pulled Hisoka's arms above his head. Pushing the arms together, Muraki held onto them with one hand, with his other hand he pulled at his belt. Freeing the leather belt Muraki wrapped the long strap around the boy's arms tying them to a corner post.

Sitting up he watched as Hisoka's stare went from fearful to vengeful. Teeth clenched tightly as the boy tried to keep tears that brimmed in his eyes from falling. He would not cry! That was one pleasure that Muraki would not get to see from the boy.

Muraki just sat staring at Hisoka as he tried to figure out how best to enjoy this precious gift. Hisoka always was the one prized victim that he wanted to taste a second time. Alone at nights after the rush of a new kill faded, Muraki would close his eyes his mind going back to that moonlit night when he trapped the boy. He would relish in the screams of pain and the tears that he shed through it all. And against the sakura tree he had had his first taste of the boy. And after that taste he yearned for more.

Now he had his chance. And Muraki would not let this pass. Even if it meant that he would have to tangle with a ferious Tsuzuki later on.
Crawling off of Hisoka Muraki walked over to a fruit platter that had been set by room service. Smiling at the sliced apple Muraki picked up the long steak knife. "This is a little to easy, don't you think so?" Muraki held up the knife, the sharp blade glimmering in the silvery moonlight. Walking back to the bed, he pressed the knife against his lips, licking the point lightly. "Well shall we start? I'm sure you are anxious for it too my dear boy."

Hisoka's glare never lessened as he watched the menincing Muraki walk towards him, a knife in hand. "You sick freak," he spat as his fists curled tightly.

"Now now we cannot have you talking like that now can we." Muraki set the knife on the floor beside the head of the bed, smirking as Hisoka watched where the knife had been placed.

Carefully Muraki sat next to the boy pressing his hip against Hisoka's side. Reaching up Muraki grabbed one of the four big, fluffy pillows pulling the case off of one of them. Dropping the pillow, much to Hisoka's relief, the doctor ripped the red pillowcase in half. Wounding it tightly he pressed it against Hisoka's mouth. "Open," Muraki whispered, "I don't need you to spoil the mood."

Hisoka, seeing no way out of it and slightly fearful of the knife on the floor, opened his mouth allowing Muraki to stuff the pillowcase in his mouth. Reaching behind the boy, Muraki tied the cloth tightly in a knot. "Sadily I was hoping to taste you but I guess that will have to be next time."

Though gagged Hisoka's glare never lessened as he watched the doctor silently. Hate seeped from every pore of the teenager's body for the other man.

Straddling Hisoka Muraki began to unbutton the boy's shirt, his fingers dancing on the porclean skin as it peeked through the snowy white shirt. Bending over Muraki pressed his lips against Hisoka's chest, sucking on the flesh that he could reach.

His hands swiftly undid the rest of the buttons as he pulled apart the shirt. Pushing away the cloth Muraki beathed in deeply as he relished in the perfect chest before him. Rubbing his hands against Hisoka's chest Muraki moaned lightly. His hands slowly traveled to Hisoka's nipples, his fingers circling around the nubs before brushing over them. Hisoka moaned as his back arched lightly.

Smirking Muraki leaned over to attack the pearly neck with rough bites. Tears brimmed Hisoka's eyes as his head fell to the side. Emerald eyes stared at the wall at the other end of the room. Sliding down slightly Muraki licked against the pulse point before bitting it harshly; at the same time Muraki slid his hands around the smooth skin before twisting Hisoka's nipples harshly. A muffled moan escaped the boy as he clenched his eyes shut tightly.

Smirking against Hisoka's neck Muraki licked a trail from the pulse point up to the boy's ear. Sensually he licked around the shell of the ear, his tongue playing with the unique curves. Gently Muraki scrapped his teeth along the outer shell, sliding down to the lobe. Capturing Hisoka's lobe Muraki sucked and nibbled on it before releasing the abused ear. Pulling away Muraki laid his cheek against Hisoka's breathing lightly as he whispered, "Ready for fun?" The warm air flowed across Hisoka's body as it twisted around Hisoka's ear, holding it hostage in its intoxing embrace. The boy fell victim to it as he shuddered lightly, though gave the doctor no answer.

Sitting up Muraki unbuttoned his shirt shrugging it off before tossing it across the room. Moving off the bed, Muraki unbuttoned his dress pants, kicking them off in a matter of moments along with his shoes and dress socks. Reaching for Hisoka, Muraki quickly disrobed the boy- clothes landing where ever they wanted.

Hisoka watched in growing horror as Muraki stepped back, his silvery eyes taking in the beatuiful site. His cheeks flushed brightly as Hisoka tried to cover his nakedness from the prying eyes of Muraki. The doctor laughed as he grabbed Hisoka's legs spreading them harshly. Pulling at the velvety blanket Muraki twisted it around the thin legs of Hisoka, tightly tying the blanket around the bottom posts of the spacious bed.

Muraki moaned deep in his throat as he climbed back on top of the boy. The closeness and intmacy of feeling the teenager's skin brush against his was too much. The boy's scent may have gotten the doctor drunk, but this feel made him high as he began to thrust his hips sharply into Hisoka's.

Moaning into the makeshift gag Hisoka gasped as he pulled on the belt. His body jerked as Muraki thrusted against him.

Feeling his self control start to wear away Muraki stopped his movements, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his control. Reaching down Muraki grabbed the knife holding it up to the moonlight as he spun it in his fingers. Hisoka watched the knife with growing fear. With him, Hisoka could only imagine the ways that that knife could be used to torture him.

Muraki pressed the blade against his lips in a chaste kiss before lying the blade on Hisoka's cheek. Pressing lightly Muraki watched as crimson welled up on the silver blade as Hisoka flinched away from the knife. Pulling the knife away Muraki licked up the blood.

"Mmm," Muraki purred licking their lips, "Now I remember why I was so addicted to you the first time." Muraki pressed the blade back to the first cut as he slowly drug the knife down Hisoka's cheek. The blade slide down his neck and onto his chest where Muraki pressed the blade into the perfect skin. Blood welled up as Hisoka gasped at the pain, a tear escaping from the corner of his eye.

Ignoring the blood Muraki reached over to wipe away the tear; smiling he brought his finger to his lips licking away the salty tear. Pulling away the knife Muraki tossed it away before bending over to lick at the drops of blood as they slid down Hisoka's body. Muraki's tongue slid around swiping at the blood droplets before making it's way to the original cut.

Hisoka moaned at the questing tongue as he writhed at the tickling moves. Gasping Hisoka moaned as he felt Muraki lick along the long cut. Butterfly kisses landed on the injured skin as Muraki kissed and suckled. Hisoka gasped lightly as he bent his leg, rubbing Muraki's hip.

Looking up the doctor grasped Hisoka's chin, forcing him to look Muraki in the face. "Since you seem so ready, shall we start?"
Reaching down Muraki grabbed Hisoka's ankles tugging them free of the blanket. Climbing off of the boy Muraki brought up Hisoka's legs hooking them on his shoulders. Spreading Hisoka Muraki pressed himself against the puckered opening. With one quick thrust, Muraki slammed into the boy, buring himself with one thrust.

Hisoka screamed into the gag, his eyes opened as he arched violently. His body desperatly tried to relax and adjust to the massive size that was violent slammed inside of him.

However Muraki did not allow Hisoka that pleasure before he pulled out, only to thrust back roughly. With no stretching or lubercant to help ease Hisoka, Muraki began a violent plunder as he slammed harshly into Hisoka's tight opening.

The bed soon began to move with the thrusts, swaying and slamming into the wall. Muraki lowered himself slightly, resting his hands on either side of Hisoka's head. Hisoka was nearly bent in half as he was taken. His growing erection rubbed against his stomach. And much to Hisoka's horror, he was starting to moan at the feel of it. Gasping Hisoka bit down on the gag trying to keep from crying out in ecstacy.

Moans filled the air as Muraki felt his end near. Slamming harder Muraki's hands slid to Hisoka's arms, his nails digging into them. Hisoka cried as he felt his end nearing. Feeling his stomach muscles tighten Hisoka wrapped his legs around Muraki's neck before tossing his head back. With a deep gueral moan, though lightly muffled by the gag, Hisoka came, his essence coating his chest and stomach.

Muraki cried out as he felt Hisoka's passage tighten around his erection. With a couple last harsh thrusts Muraki pressed deep within Hisoka as he released with a sharp gasp. Muraki fell forward against the relaxed boy smiling as he buried his face into Hisoka's chest breathing in the intoxicating scent.

Sighing Muraki pulled his limp member out as he pushed the legs off of his shoulders. Reaching up Muraki undid the belt that held Hisoka's arms hotage. Bending down he grabbed the gag with his teeth pulling it from Hisoka's mouth. Spatting out the gag, Muraki pressed his lips against Hisoka's in a chaste kiss.

"Too bad we could not have kissed more, perhaps next time. I guess this is good bye for now. Someone's bound to wonder what happened to you." Walking away Muraki slid on his clothes as Hisoka watched from his place on the bed. Reaching the door, Muraki looked back over to the boy that he was addicted to. "Well until next time we meet. Hopefully sooner then later too." Without waiting for an answer Muraki clamly walked out of the room queitly shutting the door behind him.

Hisoka lied on the bed staring at the closed door before pulling the blankets up to his chin. Right now he was too sore and tired to move. As his eyes closed Hisoka could not help but to see Muraki in his dreams.

Perhaps he too was addicted to someone....