Don't Speak

I want everyone to know I HAVE Asked for help! no spell check won't catch everything I have asked and tried to find a Beata freaking Reader OK and if your not going to be the one to offer to help then quit suggesting ONE MMMK? Also I have taken the time to try and make this readable for everyone most people like it! I know not everyone will that is the way of the world can't please every one no matter how hard I try. Thus I have to write all this warnings to tell people about my problem before they get to read the story at lest I went to the trouble to try and exsplain why I am the way I am. I know Know one will ever understand this problem of mine unless they have been there too. I am only sharing a story that was in my mind I did not have to share it but I risked the harsh judgment of others to post this. Though I have had two who have told me they like it and that is all that matters ^_^ Ok Now read my warning if you want to sorry for all the exsplantions but for some it must be done.

Authors Note
Dysgrahia: Is the impairment to write as a result of brain dysfunction (New World Dictionary)

This deviation above will explain why, I have such a hard time with spelling and grammar. I have been diagnosed, with this brain problem and as you can read it in my stories it is true. For some reason I am cursed to want to write anyways to do something I can’t even do! I have the want and the need to write my creative Ideas, but no one can understand this unless they have this problem to, that problem is the want to write even though the brain won’t let them. So I guess I have another Impairment of the brain, that is the want to share my stories with others, I thought I would be curtsies enough to explain why it seems that a 10 year old is writing these stories. I have been writing in note books since my freshmen year of High school and now it has been 8 years that I have been taking pen in hand and putting my stories down on paper. I suppose if I could only read the story to you myself perhaps then it would sound better because I know what I am trying to say, and I am not trying to offend anyone with my problem. I don’t think any amount of help will help me. Because I was in Learning Disabled Classes all my life, and I was tottered the only way for me to change and have proper grammar and spelling is to just get a new brain. I am sorry to anger people as well, it is just crazy how I can’t see the awful spelling and grammar that the rest of you can, who knows if me typing this out is understandable like I think what I am saying to my own eyes is readable, but to everyone else its like a language from outer space or something. Who knows maybe I am just not part of this world anyways, maybe people with problems like mine aren’t earth creatures because for the odd fact I want to write and can’t. Or maybe not all people just me, anyways I know this is long and kind of getting to sound like a broken record damn brain! This is all the more I have to say and I hope people with an open mind can understand what I am trying to tell you.


Warning/ Disclamire: I don't own these creations I will not make money from these creations or this story. ALso If you can't read a story with bad spelling and grammer turn back now. I try my hardest and I do use spell check! If you don't care and can read story that is still pretty much understandable with out periods in the right places then please go on. I warned you picky people so there HA!


By: No Doubt Don’t Speak
You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I’m losing my best friend
I can’t believe
This could be the end
It looks as though your letting go
And if it’s real
Well I don’t want to know.

Don’t speak
I know just what you’re saying
So please stop explaining
Don’t tell me cause it hurts
Don’t speak
I know what you’re thinking
I don’t need your reasons
Don’t tell me cause it hurts.

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some all together
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

It’s all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are…
You and me
I can see us dying… are we?

Don’t speak
Oh I know what you’re thinking
And I don’t need your reasons
I know you’re good
I know you’re good
I know you real good!
Hush, hush darlin’
Hush, hush darlin’
Hush, hush don’t tell me cause it hurts


Hisoka sat on the ledge of a bridge. He gave a huge sigh. If someone passed him by they could probably tell that his world had come to an end. He looked as though he just lost his best friend. If someone were to ask, he would say he had lost his best friend, but not only his best friend, his love, his life, his world.

How did it all start I’m sure you wonder. Who was this lover to give him such grief? His name was Asato Tsuzuki. He was the most powerful Angel of Death, but more than that he was kind and loving and caring. Despite his title he was anything but death like. Though he had to fight off a lot of death or help people cross over, he mostly fought against the forces of evil.

How Hisoka lost his partner at work and in love was to a very twisted evil man named Kazutaka Muraki. As Hisoka sat on the edge of the bridge, he gazed into the water. He could see Tsuzuki’s reflection in the water, those bright purple eyes, like no one had ever seen before. Though Hisoka has very breath taking green eyes and was very beautiful, Asato was probably the perfect angel in body and in soul. This opinion was held by both Muraki and Hisoka; that would be the only thing they would ever agree on.

He longed so badly for his lover, he ached and even glanced over his shoulder to see if he was coming or was behind him casting the reflection. Of course all he saw was a bare dirt road and the other side of the bridge.

Hisoka thought back to the last wonderful memory that they had shared together.

*Hisoka’s Memories*

Asato laid Hisoka down in a lush green field with the sun high in the afternoon sky. There were lilies all around. He could hear the echo of his laughter. This scene played over and over in his mind, it was what kept him alive. “My beautiful Hisoka,” Asato whispered, “I want to be come one with you,” he blushed as he gave his confession.

Hisoka smiled. He had been waiting for this. He too felt that his face and cheeks had a pink tent to them. “Yes, I agree,” he said, looking up at Asato with those bright emerald colored eyes.

“Then let us, so we can be bound in every way.” Asato leaned in and began to kiss Hisoka on the neck and ear. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed down the side of his neck. At this point Asato and Hisoka had not parted, since Hisoka said he always wanted to be with him. He kept that promise, they never left each others side.

“I love you,” Hisoka answered, feeling the warmth of the kisses and loving Asato’s gentle touch. Then he felt Asato working the buttons on his shirt until he they were all open. He parted his shirt and began to work on his beautiful chest. Hisoka lifted his chest in response to the praise Asato’s lips where giving his flesh.

Asato then reached down and undid Hisoka’s pants while he kissed around his body, ignoring the evil curse carved into his flesh, though inside he was boiling thinking, ‘that fucker Muraki had to hurt this masterpiece!’ He traveled down the beautiful boy’s body and came to his now naked penis that was standing ready just for him.

“Oh, Tsuzuki,” he moaned and lifted his hips some. Asato pulled his mouth away and gazed up at his young lover who looked back at him wondering why he stopped.

“Call me Asato, my love.” With that he took him back into his mouth. Hisoka only nodded his reply he had never felt something so wonderful before. That warm mouth on his hard penis, he thought it was just amazing. It didn’t take much longer for Hisoka to let go. Asato pulled his mouth away and let the seed run down to Hisoka’s open rectum which he used his fingers to spread the seed around like lube. He stuck a finger inside of him to prepare him for his actual mass that would be replacing that finger.

“OH ASATO!” Hisoka cried putting hands to his face. It was such a lovely, artful display. Asato pulled his finger out and Hisoka whimpered he had begun to love having that finger there.

“Now we shall join,” Asato told Hisoka with a lovely smile.

He just put the tip to his opening. He sat there relishing in the entrance. He would take his time, he wanted this to last forever. He slowly slid into Hisoka until he was fully inside of him and they were united. Hisoka had a handful of the long grass and his other hand clawing at Asato’s back. Asato began to thrust in and out of the lad’s very tight world; his inner tunnel hugged him so well. He started out slow then he went faster. Until he had a good rhythm and the two went dancing on the air, they gave out there sex song to the crystal clear sky.

No one around to hear, no one around to see this secret dance except the lilies and the butterflies, but also an unknown spy. Finally Asato reached that place where it felt like he was free falling and he let his seed go. He let out a musical moan. As Hisoka opened his eyes he saw a white butterfly land on the side of his head, and those purple eyes glowing brightly in his mind.

*End Memory*

Hisoka sighed. Something hit the water. It was a drop a tear drop, Hisoka was crying. He was so lonely, so heart broken. How could he ever be happy again?

Then he remembered when Asato was taken away, though he wasn’t aware of it until it was too late. It was five years ago. They had been sleeping in their bed in the room they shared at the house they had gotten together. Hisoka woke up to find that Asato was gone, but there was a note.

M dear love,

I must leave you now. I cannot be with you any longer. I am sorry.
I’m just not happy with you. I didn’t know how to tell you. Call me
a coward but this is the best way I know how to tell you.

I’m sorry! Fair well forever!

Asato

Now Hisoka knew this was wrong for he would never do something like this, Asato had been taken he was sure of it. The letter had been written in blood. He couldn’t find him no matter where he looked.

He believed he was somewhere out there and he would go on looking no matter if it was in vain. At least he could get some conformation as to whether he was dead or alive.

Hisoka had been right. He had been taken and by the one who is telling this tale. Let me introduce myself; I am Kazutaka Muraki. My friends and enemy’s call me Muraki. I believe I have more enemy’s than friends. I took Asato, yes I did for myself. He is now lying on my bed, tied with satin scarves by his wrists and ankles. They are no ordinary scarves. They are strong enough to hold my beauty at bay. Also he has been mine for only five short years but I Intend for the years to be 500,000. He will never leave me. If Hisoka does somehow find my heaven, I will kill Asato before that brat’s very eyes!

I had just come back from watching to make sure Hisoka doesn’t find my little love haven I had created for the two of us. It’s in the spiritual realm. I had murdered Asato’s body once again. It was for an experiment, and it worked. Now Asato’s heart, body and soul are mine and he cannot get out of this heaven I have created. I came to the bed, I had light and dark purple flower peddles sprinkled over the satin sheets.

Let me indulge you on how I did my lovely kill, as it was slow and quite artful if I do say so myself. I had snuck into Tsuzuki’s house. He was snuggled up to that little boy who made such a fuss when I took his little body for my own. That brat annoyed me since he had the one thing that I wanted.

Though Hisoka has a very beautiful body and face and sharp green eyes, oh how I love to hear the screams of his virginity, of his innocence being stolen away. I loved to hear him pleading for me to stop, that it hurts with every thrust into that tight world of his. Then to listen to him gagging on his own blood while I carved my curse into that sweet tender white angel flesh. Now he is connected with me. If the little brat doesn’t watch it I might have me another taste. Just speaking of it makes my mouth water for his body again. I apologize I seemed to have gotten of track. I was speaking of how I killed my beauty Asato.
I couldn’t believe how easy it was for me to get in and snatch Tsuzuki away without Hisoka knowing; or Asato for that matter. Having many powers helps, still they must have been very tired or fate was working with me. I took the sleeping angel to the basement of a church where the light of the blood red moon shone down on him and tied his hands above his head.

He was now naked and also very awake. The moon made his white flesh have a crimson color. “Let me go! What the hell are you doing?!” He pulled on the ropes but they only tightened. It was beautiful watching his muscles tense when he did that.

I put a finger to his sweet lips, “Hush, darling. Don’t speak. You’ll find out soon enough.” I kissed his neck and nibbled on it some. “Oh my love, you’re looking so lovely this evening. I’m so glad you could make it.” I smiled and held his face firm so he couldn’t move so that I could taste this beauty. What sweet lips they were, they tasted of pure sugar. I don’t think it’s because of his love for sweets. I think his sweet lips are just a natural thing. They were very soft. I bit into his bottom lip, oh what lovely blood! “Asato. You’re delicious. This is what makes me want you so much.” I ran my hand down his smooth white lovingly crafted face. I could tell there a lot of time had been taken to create this masterpiece before me. The greatest artist of all time had to create this lovely priceless work of art.

“What do you want with me?!” He demanded after I broke that lovely kiss. His blood from the bite dripped down his chin; I licked it up and then went to his ear and whispered into it.

“I just want you and me. I want you to be with me forever. I want to gaze upon this body like no other, forever!” I told him. I turned him around as he was on a pulley in the air. I had gone to a lot of work for this night. I must confess I enjoyed myself gazing at his body strung up like this. I have a love for flowers and roses so I sprinkled some white rose heads on the ground below him. I had candles light about the room to set the romantic mood. I touched his perfect buttocks and feasted my eyes upon his flesh. I began to taste his back, kissing my way down to that tight lovely globe. I spread him open and began to lick and taste him; he was delicious.

“Stop this you fucker!” he yelled at me, I didn’t listen. I just couldn’t stop. How powerless he was when tied with cursed rope! Some angel he was, I thought, but that was alright. All I cared about was being with him. I was relishing in this as I looked at his fine backside. I cut the tip of my penis with a sharp knife, the emerald eye of the God of Sex. The knife itself will help me with this angel, to make sure he stays mine. When I cut myself I hissed from the pain and then cut his rectum, making him bleed. He made such a fuss! I slid my bleeding cock into his bleeding rectum. The blood splashed up on my face as I went rather hard, savoring this marriage, this holy marriage of two being united in a blood bond.

He gave a beautiful heart stopping cry as I thrust into his very soul, tainting his veins with my blood. My dark blood took over his body. I began to kiss his neck; I bit into it and began to suck his blood. Oh, I love his blood. It’s taste… there are no words to describe it. I cannot disgrace his blood by trying to give it a flavor. I clawed at his chest until he bled. His blood spilled out of his veins making way for my blood. His screams were music to my ears. I slid into his tight heaven until I let go as well, my seed went into his body and captured his soul as if a very strong vine like plant had grown up and seized him.

“We are one and you are mine,” I whispered, sealing the deal. He went limp; his body was going to need some time to adjust. The crimson red blood dripped down his body in trickling streams and splashed in little blood drops on the white roses, turning them crimson red what a beautiful artistic picture; the shinigami hanging from a light in the basement of a church with a stain glass window behind him with an angel looking toward him. The angel smiling though his body is covered in blood as his head is bowed, his dark beautiful hair falling over his face with the light of the red moon shinning down on him.

I remember all of this as I look at my beauty who lays naked in a bed of rose petals. What a lovely sight. Roses and Asato are my weakness. I crawl in the bed with him; he’s awake, looking at me with so much hate. Now he will always have a need for me in his life no matter how hates me. I kiss his lips and he can’t resist, he kisses me back. “How has your day been my love?” I speak in jest, for he has been tied there all day. I chuckle as he gives me that adorable glare of his.

“Well my arms are numb and so are my legs,” he answers me. I brush the hair from his forehead and give him a kiss. I lean back to gaze into his breath taking purple eyes.

“Oh is that so? Then let me help you get some blood to them.” I lean in and kiss him on the neck.

“Oh Muraki,” he gasps my name. He can’t hold back his desire for my touch. I reach over and untie his hands for now and slap a chain on his wrist from me to him so I know he can’t get too far.

“Lay back down, I’ll get the blood flowing,” I tell him. He lays back and I start to rub his legs, he moans. His moans were like a sweet song in my ear. No matter how he moans, whether it’s from my hands pleasing his body, or me causing him to suffer greatly. Sometimes I like to make him cry so I can hold him and tell him it will be alright.

I take very good care of my angel of death. “Oh that feels much better Muraki,” he says with a sigh. I lean toward his face and kiss him on the neck.

“Good. Now you must make me feel better.” I lick along the outline of his ear. He doesn’t even look but he removes my pants very skillfully and almost hungrily took me into his mouth.

“Ah,” I gasp, everything about him is perfect, even his mouth on my penis, his hands pumping my shaft are so exquisite.

“Good Asato. Now get on your hands and knees,” I command him and he does it without argument. Before I would have to beat him until he couldn’t move then pretty much fuck a dead corpse, which wasn’t very fun. He would just lay there as I’d hump him. Now If I tell him to turn around he does and I go into him raw without lubrication. With the force I use his blood coats my penis. There’s another cry I love so much to hear, no matter how many times I cause him pain he still cries out from it.

“Ahhhh it hurts! It hurts!” He cries to me as always. I grab his dark lovely hair and pull his head back and keep thrusting until I get my seed to flow inside him again.

“Oh that was beautiful darling.” I kiss his back since he has collapsed. I have to admit, and this is not bragging, I do have a rather large penis. With how tight he always is, even after five years, I just never tired of it; nor does he get any wider.

“I’m thirsty,” he tells me. Automatically I smile and cut my wrist. I always love to feed him, to watch him nurse from me.

“Here you go my darling. Drink your formula,” I grin and he eagerly takes my wrist and sucks on it, sinking his sharp fangs into my tender flesh. This makes me spring to life again, feeling him sucking on my arm and taking this from me is such a wonderful feeling to me. I do have a thing for pain if you did not know that by now. “Yes, that’s a good angel,” I tell him as I stroke his soft hair. I reach my hand to his erected penis and begin to stroke him while he sucks. It causes him to suck on me even more. It never takes long for him to spill his seed. “Ok that’s enough,” with that he lets go. The first year I had to slap him to get him to let go; now we’ve come along way from his brutal beatings and torture. I lean down to where his seed has pooled on his abs and lick him clean.

I must admit I do miss those good old days of the blood and screaming and the spankings. I really miss the times when I would pull his naked body over my lap with his hands tied with cords so he couldn’t move and spank him until his ass was black. While he would kick and scream and beg me to stop, I would keep going, maybe even harder.

He’s still such a young angel vampire; he is only five years old. There is a drop of blood on his chin when he lets go of my wrist, I lick it up for him. “There, is that better?” I ask as he crawls into my lap.

“Yes, I feel like I could rest now,” he says nuzzling under my chin.

I was beginning to get hard again, I wanted him to suck me off. “You can after you suck my penis,” I whisper and he agrees. He goes at my penis again. It’s amazing how good he can be with that tongue and how he pumps his hands until he finally gets me to spill my seed again. I was ready for rest or sleep as well.

We lay together on the bed and fall asleep or at least into a restful state since we don’t have to sleep. I hug him close; I do not want that brat to snatch him away while we rest.