Under The Full Moon

Title: Under The Full Moon
Author: sylc
Summary: It's a full moon and Hisoka is haunted with memories of that night under the sakura trees. In the midst of his torment, he senses that he is not the only one in trouble.
Pairings: Muraki/Hisoka, Muraki/Tsuzuki, and Hisoka/Tsuzuki.
Rating: PG17
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Mind control, Molestation, Hand job
Beta: navy_ravenlacra and wolfsnc
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I make money from this.


Hisoka couldn't sleep.

With a groan, he rolled over in his bed and onto his side, feeling his sheets and pyjamas pull and stretch over his limbs with the motion. He peered across the bright moonlit room to the alarm clock on the desk opposite and read the glaring red-lit digits: 3:16. He winced and rolled onto his front to bury his face in his squashed pillow.

Moments later, he turned his head back to look at the clock and a furrow appeared in his brow as he read, once again, 3:16. Frustrated, he pushed himself up into a seated position and looked blearily at the bright moonlight that streamed through the curtainless window and illuminated his room in wan light. After a pause, he leaned forward towards the window so that he could see the source and saw the edge of the mottled red full moon through the dappled canopy of the sakura trees. The sheets poked at his naked abdomen, exposed by his twisted pyjamas, and he absently pushed them away and off his legs. He moved his hand back to the skin to scratch at the itch and then, his face suddenly tightening as he gazed at the moon, shifted his hand to drag the edge of his nails across the red symbols of the curse, dragging them deep into the skin.

The curse carved onto your body, permeating to your bones and tissue, even if you were reduced to a cell, it would still return. My little puppet that dances by my whim...

Feeling a sudden hot wetness on his hand, he jerked his hand away from the symbols, and then, feeling it slide against the front of his pyjamas bottoms and an unnoticed erection, he choked and stumbled hurriedly out of bed, dragging the blanket and sheets after him. Terrified, he kicked them loose and staggered away from the bed and into the cold, bathing light of the full moon.

Under the full moon that bewilders people is where the monster who baths in the blood of killed people exists. Where I am.

With a muffled, hysterical cry, he fled out of his moonlit room and into the shadowy shelter of the passageway outside. Once there, hidden from the light in the darkness and with two directions in which to flee, he slumped, shivering, against the wall.

It would have been fine to have simply raped and killed you there, leaving it as the work of a pervert. But such an inelegant manner of death wouldn't have suited one as lovely as yourself, no?

'No,' he whispered.

Ivory skin, gem-like eyes. That night, you were as beautiful as a blossoming sakura in the darkness...

'Gods, no, please...' He sagged to the floor and pressed his hands to his fevered face, hearing the speaker's maniacal laughter ripple and grate through his head; seeing the sakura grove, the other’s face looming over him against a backdrop of blood-stained petals.

Dragged you down when you tried to escape. Stripped off your clothes.

'No, don't think this... don't think this...'

You will always feel me on your body. Like you do now.

'No, don't...'

And soon, you'll feel me within your body, Tsuzuki.

He stiffened. His hands fell from his face. 'Tsuzu-?' He trailed off.

And you'll let me inside you tonight, won't you, Tsuzuki-san?

'Tsuzuki?' he whispered, eyes wide. And then, as he heard the next taunting thought and the images that played through his mind suddenly began to miss the target of his heart, and instead of rose-tinted sakura blossoms, he saw the bloodied scarlet red hue of rose petals, he confirmed his fears that he was not the only one haunted by the full moon that night. He staggered to his feet, outstretched a hand to support himself on the edge of the panelled wall behind him, and started to head in the direction of Tsuzuki's thoughts.

~*~

Tsuzuki shivered when cold hands cupped either side of his face and long fingers coiled into the hair above his ears, forcing him to look at his assailant, forcing him to remain still. He trembled as he felt the other man's warm breath ghost across his lips, felt a platinum blond lock fall against his cheek.

'And you'll let me inside you tonight, won't you, Tsuzuki?'

The husky voice coaxed him, smooth as silk. Tsuzuki felt his eyelids droop, felt exhaustion fill him, heedless of his mind's warnings, which told him what he already knew to be true: that the other truly repulsed him with his cruelty and that the other could never care for him in a comprehensible sense. Yet, in spite of these efforts he was seduced; willingly dragged down into the silken warmth of the other's embrace. He sagged against the other, pressed his face against the other's shoulder, against the white coat that smelt of hospital antiseptic, starch, and a darker, more ominous smell whose cause was also the cause of the warmth that had lured him. He felt a hand nudge at his jaw and with a nervous sniff, he tilted his head backwards to allow the other man's lips access to his neck, allowed him access to kiss, to lick, to suck... The hands fell to pluck at the buttons of his collar and shirt. Tsuzuki sighed as he felt light, dry kisses now run a slow path down his throat, following the direction of the hands, which spread the lapels of his shirt as they descended, exposing his chest to his assailant's quiet scrutiny.

Just beneath his collarbone, the kisses halted and Tsuzuki uncertainly opened his eyes.

'My dear Tsuzuki, who would have thought that you would be so eager for my touch? I'm so pleased, my doll.' Soft laughter answered Tsuzuki's subsequent flush.

'I'm not a doll.'

His assailant snorted softly, interrupting him; his breath gusted over Tsuzuki's face. 'Is that true, Tsuzuki-san? So is my assumption that you came here simply because you were obeying my orders, simply because you wanted to come, mistaken?' His voice grew huskier. 'Oh, and be assured that I will make you come, Tsuzuki-san.' He lightly kissed the corner of Tsuzuki's lips. 'I will see you come undone before me. Very soon, my doll.' A hand caressed his cheek and Tsuzuki felt his knees tremble. He took a cautious step back. The other followed.

'Don't,' Tsuzuki whispered.

The other paused and glanced about the deserted room. 'I notice that that troublesome boy is not here to trouble us,' he said as he looked back at him. His lips curved into a cold smile. 'How auspicious for us.'

Tsuzuki, uncertainly, took another step back, then another, then another, until the back of thighs suddenly met with the edge of the consulting room's desk and he fell into a seated position, his legs slightly apart. Before he could think to close them, his seducer had stepped into that gap and bent down to press their lips together. One hand reached to cup the back of Tsuzuki's head while the other descended over the bared skin of his chest. Tsuzuki felt his nipples tauten as the other's knuckles brushed over each of them. He whimpered. In his head, the voice that had warned him about coming here in the first place had increased in volume: he shouldn't have come here, he shouldn't have come here. He had known that this would have been one of many possible outcomes, equally or perhaps impossibly even more unpleasant. But though he had known this, he had still come. Why? Was it really because he had wanted to see him? Because he wanted to be with the one currently touching him so intimately? A part of him knew that however much he wished to deny his attraction to his friends, to his assailant, and to himself, he did enjoy what he felt around his seducer. He did crave his assailant's touch. He shivered and reclosed his eyes.

The other's fingers slipped deftly over the fold in his stomach, dipped into his navel as they passed it, and then ran up onto the ridge of his belt to pull and jerk teasingly at the metal clasp and the leather trapped beneath it. Soft clinks echoed in the quiet of the sterile room as the metal parts slid over and bumped against one another. He stiffened in quiet, suppressed, eager anticipation of the final, last click.

Only, it did not come and his trousers did not loosen. Puzzled, frustrated, he opened his eyes and looked questioningly at the other man. The other's expression was hidden beneath that platinum fringe, but Tsuzuki could see that he was looking at, could feel what he was looking at, and he knew that he could see it as well. He flushed again.

'Tsuzuki, is that for me?' The other's tone was playful.

Tsuzuki swallowed. Usually, he would have instinctively responded to such a comment either defensively or tried to retreat, but this time, he did neither. This time, he felt his sex engorge even more at the jibe, felt his chest heave deeper as he panted, felt his face flush harder and harder as he watched the other man's down turned face and waited, hoping, wanting... The words sat on the tip of his tongue; a little further and he knew that he would be prepared to admit his shameful motive in coming here. He was willing to let the other use his weakness against him. Gods, he wanted to be taken, he wanted to be ruined, he wanted to be fired, he wanted to be bruised under his assailant's touch, he wanted to be his doll.

And then, suddenly, abruptly, the other man straightened and turned away.

'Wha...?' Tsuzuki whimpered. It came out as a squeak. He stared confusedly as the man reached into a coat pocket and retrieved a box of cigarettes and a lighter. The man glanced at him as he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then lit it. The yellow flame reflected off of his artificial eye as he inhaled. He held the breath while he pocketed the box and lighter, then raised his hand to take the cigarette from his thin lips and slowly exhale. Then he turned to face him, without expression.

'So he did follow you,' he commented. 'That boy needs to learn his bedtime.'

'Eh?' Tsuzuki stared. 'What do you mea...?' he trailed off when the other turned and, without looking back at him, walked out of the consulting room's door, which shut behind him with a soft, refined click.

Tsuzuki tried to rise from the desk to chase after him, but for some reason, he couldn't move. Something warm was and heavy was weighing him down. For some reason, it felt both like a thick blanket and another person's thin, warm, arms.

Confused, aroused, he struggled against the arms, but rather than managing to loosen their hold on him, they seemed to tighten. He continued to struggle, eyes fixed on the door. Beyond the door, he could hear his seducer's footsteps disappearing down the linoleum floored passageway.

Then, quite suddenly, he felt a warm hand cup his swollen need through his trousers. He whimpered.

'Don't go to him, Tsuzuki,' a calm voice said, close to his ear.

He moaned as the hand shifted to the front of his trousers to slide beneath both that layer and the layer of his briefs to grasp his erection and start to fist him in earnest. Weakly, thankfully, he turned and pressed his face into the other's shoulder and nuzzled into the other's less sensual, but undeniably gentler scent.

Moments later, he came, crying out softly, incomprehensibly as he released into the other's hand and into his briefs.

~*~

As he returned to himself, he realised that he was not on a consulting room desk in a Tokyo hospital at all, but rather, lying beneath a rumpled blanket on his bed. He opened his eyes and, on finding that his sweating face really was pressed against another's clothed shoulder, abruptly drew back to stare at the boy who sat beside him and who was wiping his hands on a tissue.

Had he really...? Tsuzuki swallowed when the boy glanced at him and shot him a dour look. He shifted his legs, confirmed the wet sensation in his briefs, and felt his face flush dark with mortification.

'Hisoka,' he said in a strangled voice.

The boy snorted quietly and looked away; his cheeks were also flushed. 'Idiot,' he muttered.