Forced Fate

Yay! A oneshot! I'm writing this because I had a writers block on Yakuza so I decided to write this! ^^. Hope you guys enjoy. Yakuza will be updated soon. I promise. I've been stressed lately, especially with work. And I have to study for the stupid SATs. Which I'm going to do bad on. And I have a test in AP Psychology and AP History on Friday. I'm going to die. X_x.

But I hope you guys enjoy this little one-shot. I might be writing a sequel sometime. After Yakuza. -nods-

Thanks goes to my awesome beta-reader, Dying-inside! She spent hours on this story. ^^'. I really appreciate everything. Thanks! -hands Tsuzuki and Hisoka yaoi cookie- ^^. -glomps in death hug- Thank you
soo much!! There might be some mistakes from when I put it into word, but that's my fault. I changed the 911 to the 110 like you said. But I kept the minor part. I couldn't find it to change it...X_x. And I was also too lazy to change all of the MR.'s to Kun or San...


But everyone enjoy!! Read and Review, please!

Cheers echoed around the room as a small, pale figure danced around a long, shimmering pole. A moan escaped the blond’s luscious lips when his erection rubbed against the metal. Sweat danced down the teen’s shirtless chest, a small pair of unbuttoned shorts the only clothing on his small frame. The blond-haired beauty let his head fall back, eyes closed. His emerald eyes slowly slid open as he stared heatedly at the audience upside down.

Whistles and cheers went up again louder as the music got louder and faster.

The feelings of the men seeped into the young teen’s mind, slowly overcoming his own emotions. Hisoka flinched slightly, but then grinded his hips again. He moved away from the pole and toward the audience.

Hisoka swayed his hips enticingly as he walked down the steps. Swaying over to a tall, skinny businessman, the blond slid onto his lap, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. He reached up and pulled the man’s face closer to his, their breath mixing.

The elder man moaned, wrapping his arms around Hisoka’s small waist. He pressed their lips together, darting his tongue in when the blond gave him leeway.

Hisoka closed his eyes. The man’s lustful and perverted thoughts were oozing their way
into his mind, making a headache form. He pulled away, throwing his head back, a loud moan following quickly after. The cheers got louder and many shrewd suggestions were yelled out at him. The small blond ignored everybody and thrust his hips against the mans.

His response was a groan, and a hot mouth that attached itself to his neck. The beat of the music got slower, signaling to Hisoka that his time was almost up. He put his hands on
the man’s face, pushing it away from his glistening skin.

He shivered as he felt the hot, fast, panting breaths that caressed his collarbone. Emerald eyes bored into dark brown ones that were filled with desire and lust. He smirked seductively, leaning forward and licking the man’s lips.

He pulled back, sliding his body off the warm lap. He winked at the man, gaining a blush as his reward, before he walked toward the stage. When he reached the curtains, he looked over his shoulder at the audience. He licked his lips, shaking his ass slightly, before disappearing behind the stage.


Hisoka sighed, plopping down onto his bed. He reached for his water bottle, greedily taking sips from it. “Damn it. These pants really stick to you, don’t they?” he complained to himself, glaring down at the offending fabric as if it was its fault that he worked as a stripper.

A knock at the door brought his attention back to it. The blond sighed. It was probably his boss, Mr. Muraki, demanding that he show a nameless man a good time. This job was beginning to get on his nerves slightly.

“Come in,” Hisoka said quietly, yet loud enough for the other person to hear. The door opened to reveal the silver-haired man known as Kazutaka Muraki.

The man smirked at the teen on the bed. “You did well, Hisoka. That body of yours just rakes in the money,” Muraki complimented, lustful eyes boring holes into the blond.

The emotions slid into Hisoka’s mind and he flinched away, shutting his eyes tightly. He swallowed and shakily put up a barrier in his mind.

The bed shifted downwards, causing Hisoka to jump and his emerald eyes to flash open. They landed on Muraki, who had sat on the bed, and was reaching toward him. The movement caused Hisoka to tense momentarily but he soon relaxed his muscles and let the other man pull him closer.

“The only good thing about you, my precious doll, is you body. Nobody would want you if you didn’t do this and show off your beautiful body, right Hisoka?” the silver-haired man asked, blowing into the smaller boy’s ear.

Hisoka swallowed again; He was right. Nobody would want him. His parents did not even want him. They would lock him in the basement, all alone, too afraid to even talk to him or give him food themselves. They always sent maids down to feed him.

“You’re right.” Hisoka sighed, reaching up and holding onto the arms that were wrapped around his small form. Wrapped around him in a protective gesture…Or a possessive gesture.

Muraki smiled, eyes glinting dangerously. This was perfect. He had the boy hanging onto his every word. Although he was disappointed that the teen did not fight back or struggle, he was quite exuberated that the teen was obeying him. The arm that was wrapped securely around the thin waist suddenly slid lower, sliding into the tight pants that clung to the teen’s body.

Hisoka jerked forward, letting out a cry. He clamped his mouth shut tightly. His boss’s hand wrapped his limp manhood, slowly pumping it to life. Gasps escaped the blond even though Hisoka tried to suppress them. The mismatched eyes of the silver haired man shone brighter as he felt the smaller body begin to react to his touches. He darted his tongue out, licking Hisoka’s neck. He began to suck at the skin, leaving his mark behind and claiming his property.


Hisoka shivered at the feeling of Muraki sucking on his neck. He hated to admit it but it was beginning to feel quite arousing. His legs opened wider and his hand clutched onto Muraki’s wrist as he began to convulse and twitch.

“Ah…ah….AHHHH!”

Hisoka screamed, his body twitching and convulsing as his orgasm hit him in a sudden wave of pleasure. Muraki groaned, feeling his fingers get wet due to the essence that had shot out of Hisoka. As soon as the man felt the teen’s body go limp, he removed his fingers. He brought them to his lips sucking on the blond’s essence.

Getting up tiredly, Hisoka spread Muraki’s legs and positioned himself between them. He unzipped the white pants and swallowed. He prepared himself as he took out the pulsing manhood. The veins were gently pulsing and the head was turning red, leaking with precum already.

Hisoka leaned forward taking the large organ halfway into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but took the rest of it in once he stopped choking.

Muraki moaned, spreading his legs wider and digging his nails into the blond-haired teen’s scalp. As the sucking movement began to speed up, the man moaned and lifted his hips. He felt Hisoka choke and pull back. He let out a snarl of frustration and pushed Hisoka’s face closer.

Emerald eyes were wide in panic. He needed air. He trembled when the other snarled and pushed him closer, his nose resting against the soft, silver pubic hair. His tongue swirled over the manhood, trying to get Muraki to reach his climax.


Just as Hisoka was going to pass out the pale man came with a loud moan and a few frantic thrusts. Hisoka pulled his mouth away, swallowing and gasping for air. No matter how many times he sucked somebody off, he could never get used to it.


Muraki watched the smaller boy sit on the ground, gasping for air. He smirked and reached out, stroking the soft, blond hair. Large emerald eyes that held fear stared up at him from beneath the blond bangs.


The silver haired man’s mismatched eyes bore down into his emerald ones, before the blond shifted his gaze away. Muraki chuckled and buttoned up his pants. “You may go on you break now, Hisoka. But be back by nine o’clock and no later.”


Hearing the warning in the other’s tone, Hisoka nodded, slowly getting to his feet. He walked toward his closet and began to shift through his clothes. He pulled out an orange t-shirt and a plain pair of blue jeans. He quickly put on the t-shirt, but hesitated on putting on the jeans. He could feel Muraki’s eyes watching him, boring through his skin and into his soul.

He swallowed but slid off his pants and pulled on the jeans. He turned around, nodded once at his boss and walked out. Leaving the club, Hisoka went to a local teashop that was located a few blocks from “Club Paradise.” The blond sat down at a table that was located near the back of the room.

The teashop had nice, soothing music playing in the background. The murmurs and chuckles of the people blending with the music made the shop seem cheerful and relaxing. As the blond ordered tea, he noticed a dark-haired man that was sitting a few tables down from him.

The waitress moved away from Hisoka and walked down the aisle. The man lifted his head, smiling at the girl, who blushed and hurried past. Hisoka blinked. The man had amethyst eyes, such a weird and unusual color for somebody to have. As Hisoka continued to stare, the brunette moved his head toward him, their eyes meeting.


Startled emerald eyes quickly averted themselves as a small blush crept over the teen’s pale features. Hisoka glared down at the table. Why was he feeling like this? He was acting like a little virgin girl with her boyfriend. Of course, Hisoka was not a virgin, but that didn’t matter, right?

Tsuzuki had been enjoying a cup of coffee, with two of three desserts here and there. He smiled as the waitress walked past, chuckling slighting at the blush that she acquired. As he turned his attention back to his tea, he felt eyes on him.

He blinked, looking up again, and made eye contact with a young, beautiful, blond boy sitting a few booths down. His amethyst eyes widened slightly when the boy looked away, a small blush coming forth.

He chuckled and stood up. He made his way over to the table and sat down.

“Well, hello there,” Tsuzuki began, eyeing the blond. Hisoka jumped slightly when the brunette had started talking. He brought his emerald eyes up and stared at the other. He smiled at the returning waitress, thanking her for bringing his tea.

“What’s your name? I’m Asato Tsuzuki!” The amethyst eyes man seemed excited; his feelings flowed into Hisoka, causing him to wince.

“Hisoka Kurosaki,” the blond introduced himself, stirring his tea with his spoon, looking disinterested in the other man. Amethyst eyes blinked as their owner cocked his head in confusion. He soon smiled and declared, “That’s a pretty name. I like it, Hisoka!”

Hisoka stared at him. His right eye began to twitch and he stopped stirring his tea. “Don’t call me pretty or any other girly thing you think of,” he snarled out.


Tsuzuki leaned back startled. He raised his hand in an innocent gesture. “I-I didn’t mean it like that…but…well, I’m sorry.”

The blond sighed, calming down. “No, no. It was my fault. I got angry for no reason.” He looked away, resuming his tea stirring actions.

He felt Tsuzuki staring at him, but chose to ignore it. He didn’t care if the other man hated him. Didn’t care if the other wanted to be friends. Didn’t care if he was alone.

“Heh, I like you, ‘Soka. What do you say about going shopping with me or something?”

The question caught the blond by surprise. He brought his gaze back to Tsuzuki and stared at him. Confusion and suspicion bubbled to the surface of his feelings. ‘But he doesn’t know about your job, does he? So, why would he want to do that sort of thing with you?’ asked a small voice in the back of his head.

Tsuzuki cocked his head to the side, his smile still on his face. He could tell that he had caught the younger male by surprise, but he couldn’t help it. Hisoka was too adorable! And the brunette also liked him. That thought caused Tsuzuki to let out a mental snort. Who thought that he, Asato Tsuzuki, would feel love at first sight?

“Sure, I guess we could go shop or something.” Hisoka had a small blush on his cheeks and nose as he stared into the amethyst eyes boring into his own.

“Heh, Heh. Come on then, Hisoka. It’s a date!” Tsuzuki chirped out, flagging the waitress over.

He asked for both bills, combining his and Hisoka’s into one. He ignored the protests that Hisoka shot at him for buying both drinks and paid the waitress.

A few minutes later, Hisoka was being dragged down the street by Tsuzuki. “U-um, Tsuzuki? Can you try t-to suppress your emotions a little?” Hisoka asked suddenly. The brunette stopped suddenly, causing the teen to bump into him.

“Why?” The question came out a whisper. Hisoka sighed and pulled his arm away from the other. “Because I’m an empath,” he said softly.

Amethyst eyes widened as their owner stared at the blond. “An empath,” Tsuzuki echoed softly. “You must have had a tough life, ‘Soka. But now that you’re my friend, you can trust me!”

Hisoka stared at Tsuzuki, a small blush painting his features. “Idiot, you say that type of thing to a girl not your friend.”

Tsuzuki let out a chuckle. Smiling, he pushed back his emotions and put up a mental block. He saw Hisoka relax slightly and threw an arm about the blond’s shoulder. “Alright, ‘Soka! Now that that’s settled, let’s go shop!”

The blond let out a small smile as Tsuzuki dragged him from store to store. He still felt Tsuzuki’s emotions, but they weren’t boring into him as they were before. As Tsuzuki took him around, Hisoka soon forgot to watch the time. The blond had never had this much fun before and he just wanted to bask in it. As they went into a mattress store, a dark-haired man turned around, fumbling with his collar.

“He just entered the mattress store on floor two. I repeat- he just entered the mattress store on floor two. Best to tell Mr. Muraki right away so that he doesn’t think we lied to him,” the man whispered into the small talking piece on his shirt. He straightened his clothes and also walked into the store.

Hisoka let out an 'eep' as he was placed onto a bed. He looked up at Tsuzuki, who smiled and asked, “Well, what do you think? Do you like it? Is it soft or hard?” The blond blinked at all the questions, but sat back, sinking slightly into the mattress.

“It’s soft, yet slightly hard. I like it, but I don’t know if you would.”

“Ah, that’s alright if I don’t like it. I don’t have the money to buy it anyway.”

That statement caused Hisoka to sigh. ‘If he doesn’t have anymore money, then why are we looking,’ Hisoka thought to himself.

“Heh heh. Oh, look at the time, Hisoka. It’s nine thirty. I better be leaving soon since I have to get up early tomorrow. Would you like a ride?” Tsuzuki asked.

The blond froze, staring at him. “I-it’s already nine thirty?” he asked, voice rising slightly. Tsuzuki nodded, confused by his panicky voice, but shrugged it off assuming the blond had stayed out too late, disobeying his father’s orders and would be grounded for the weekend.

“I need to get going,” Hisoka said, getting to his feet quickly. “No, I don’t need a ride, but thanks for offering.”

The blond hurried out of the store, not noticing the man in the corner watching him. “Wait! Will I see you again?” Tsuzuki asked, bewildered at seeing his new friend act this way.

“I don’t know if I will ever see you again, but thanks for a good time. I really loved it.” Hisoka smiled at the other, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek. He pulled back, but froze halfway. His eyes flashed down, toward the amethyst eyed man’s lips. He leaned forward quickly, pressing their lips together before pulling back. He muttered a quick bye and ran off.

Tsuzuki stood there in a daze. Warmth spread from his lips and throughout his body. He smiled and stretched, placing his hands behind his head. “Aw, I knew he liked me!”

“The boy left and is now heading down the escalator. He’ll reach you in about…three minutes, so be ready.” The man in the corner stepped away from the store and walked past Tsuzuki. He followed the blond, watching as he ran off the escalator and toward the entrance of the mall.

Hisoka pushed open the front doors of the mall, quickly running out. His eyes widened and he let out an “oomphing” noise as a man suddenly grabbed him. He started to thrash around in the man’s arms as the man picked him up and walked toward a red mustang that rolled up next to them.

“Whoa there, little boy. Don’t worry. We will take good care of ya. The boss was just getting worried,” the man whispered to him, shoving him into the car a second later and getting in beside him.

Hisoka scooted to the other side of the car, glaring at the man.

“Let me out right now. I can walk the rest of the way,” he demanded, eyes flashing from the man in front of him to the driver, then back again.

“Heh, heh. No can do precious. The boss told us to get ya back ASAP,” the driver chuckled out, watching Hisoka in the rear view mirror lustfully. Hisoka flinched as he was bombarded with the man’s lustful emotions.

“Uhmmmm…” the blond let out a whimper, hurriedly putting up his mental shields. His eyes widened when he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a lap, his back against a warm chest.

“Mmm, I wish the boss would let me taste him, eh, Ken? I bet that I could get the most delicious moans from him,” the man holding Hisoka moaned out, one arm around the small waist and the other hand slowly creeping up the blond’s thigh.

“N-nooooo,” Hisoka whispered, fear flooding through him. He began to shake. He didn’t want this dirty man touching him like this.

“Ah, Taki, just put the damn drug into him already. We are almost there anyway,” Ken spoke up from the front. “And since we caught him maybe Mr. Muraki will let us play with him.”

Taki smirked and leaned over, digging through a bag with one hand, the other still tightly wrapped around Hisoka’s waist. His hand re-emerged holding a needle. Emerald eyes widened in horror and Hisoka started to struggle madly.

Taki growled and forced the blond’s left arm out, quickly injecting the liquid. A whimper came from the small blond as he struggled, causing the liquid to flow faster through his system. As he began to calm down and struggle less, Taki once again ran his hand up Hisoka’s thigh and began to unbutton his pants.

Hisoka let out a groan of terror, but could feel himself getting hard as the drug started to take effect. A moan soon escaped him when he felt Taki take his manhood in his hand. He arched upwards, letting out a whimper.

Suddenly, an image of a smiling Tsuzuki flashed through his mind. Along with the image came guilt. “S-stop..” He had to force out that one word, as his and Taki’s lust moved throughout his body.

“Hmmmm, we’re here Taki. Now give him to me and fix yourself,” Ken ordered, getting out of the driver’s side and opening the back door, reaching for the panting blond. Taki groaned as the blond left his lap and grumbled to himself. Right when they were getting to the good part, Ken had to ruin his fun. Unbuttoning his pants, Taki started to pump himself free of his tension.

Ken had entered the club, carrying Hisoka through the crowd. He ignored the shouts and whistles directed toward the blond as he stopped in front of Muraki’s office.

He knocked once and entered as he heard the silent request to come in. Muraki was sitting behind a large desk, leaning forward in his chair. His hands were clasped together with his chin on top of them. The silver haired man nodded toward a couch that was against the wall.

“Just lay him there, Ken.”

“Mr. Muraki, Taki and I were wondering if--”

“That is all, Ken. Thank you for your work. Please give my thanks to Taki as well.”

Ken sighed and turned toward the door. As he reached it, he froze as he
heard Muraki speak.

“In my thanks for bringing back my darling angel, I will let the two of you have Hisoka for the whole night after I have talked over some things with him.”

Ken quickly nodded, his blond head bobbing up and down. He raced out the door, eager to tell his partner their good fortune.

As the door closed, Muraki walked over to the panting blond, his blue and silver mismatched eyes glaring down.

“What time did I tell you to be here, Hisoka?” The question came out soft, but held malice in the words.

“N-nine o’clock, s-sir,” Hisoka moaned out, squirming about on the couch, quickly stuffing his small hands down his pants to ease his erection.

Muraki’s eyes glowed in the light as he watched Hisoka pleasure himself. He felt himself respond and become hard and struggled to restrain himself from taking the blond. First, the boy had to be punished for disobeying him.

The small blond jumped in surprise when he felt hands encircle his wrists, pulling his hands out. Hisoka opened his mouth to protest, when he was suddenly slapped, his head turning to the side from the blow.

Emerald eyes were wide and dilated as the blond stared at the wall. There was a small red patch forming on his pale skin from the slap. A stinging pain slowly followed.

“Never touch yourself without my permission first, Hisoka,” Muraki hissed out, hand still raised. He watched Hisoka flinch away from him; away from his harsh words. For some reason watching the boy flinch from him in fright caused the silver-haired man pleasure.

He brought his hand down again, this time with the back of it striking Hisoka on the opposite cheek. Hisoka let out a cry, flinching and trying to curl in on himself. He left out a yelp as he was struck again and again, cheeks turning red from the hits.

When he was done, Muraki took a step back, panting. His pants were tight and straining against his manhood as he stared down, admiring the trembling, sobbing teen.

The emerald-eyed beauty had raised his arms and was weakly protecting his face from any more harm.

“Hisoka, do not think that your punishment is done. Get up and lay on your hands and knees,” Muraki ordered, sitting on the couch, spreading his legs wide.

The arms that were shielding Hisoka’s face slowly lowered. He stared at his boss afraid of what he would do to him. But he had to listen. As Hisoka moved closer to the other, getting into the requested position, he was horrified to find that he was still hard. ‘It must have been from the drug.’ Hisoka thought to himself, having forgot about it from earlier.

He shakily reached out, unclasping the white pants and freed the hard erection. The tip was oozing precum and was red with the veins pulsing. Hisoka gulped, eyes closing to hide the tears that were beginning to form.

A moan erupted from Muraki, his hands moving down and into the blond’s soft strands. Hisoka opened his mouth more as spit rolled down his chin slowly.

His own erection throbbed between his legs, but Hisoka chose to ignore it. This was his life. Pleasuring other men. He didn’t deserve Tsuzuki’s kindness from earlier.

A sob escaped him, causing him to choke on the object currently in his mouth. He made the move to pull away, but stopped when he felt the hands tense on the back of his head. He swallowed and began to suck again.

The pale hands moved from his hair and onto the blond’s shoulder, stroking the pale skin. As Hisoka continued to suck, Muraki felt himself get closer and closer to his climax. He could feel the young boy’s throat constricting around his length as Hisoka tried not to gag anymore.

He groaned, his nails digging into the skin leaving small, red, crescent moon shaped marks. Hisoka felt the cum drip down his throat and hurriedly swallowed, now able to pull away and gasp.

“Hmph, you drank all that just like the little slut you are,” Muraki whispered, shoving the boy away from him. Hisoka hit the arm of the chair with an “oomph.” He looked up, eyes wide as he watched Muraki button himself up and move toward his desk. His heart began to beat faster as he watched the pale man pull a long, narrow whip from a drawer.

He backed up, or at least tried to, as Muraki turned around, a dark sadistic look on his face.

“Come now, Hisoka. You knew that you would be punished if you stayed out late. So if you come over her and be a good little boy, I won’t make it hurt as much.” Hisoka didn’t move, even though his erection throbbed painfully between his legs.

Muraki’s mismatched eyes flashed dangerously. He strode over, yanking the boy off of the couch by his hair. He threw Hisoka into the middle of the room and raised the whip.

“What was the man’s name? The one that you were with?” Muraki questioned. Hisoka shook his head, quickly raising his arms to block his face as his boss started to assault him.

“So you are going to keep him to yourself. How sweet. But even if you don’t want to tell me, I have my men currently watching his every move. They are following him to his house. They have his address and I could get it from them anytime I wanted,” Muraki taunted. His pleasure grew as he watched large welts and cuts appear on the pale arms that had begun to tremble.

“S-stop, please,” Hisoka begged quietly. His arms were hurting him like hell right now and he didn’t know how many more strikes from the whip he could take.

Abruptly the strikes stopped. Quiet sobs came from the small blond as he let his arms drop. Blood oozed from the cuts, crawling down the pale arms and onto the floor.

Muraki watched the boy sit unmoving on the floor. He had to admit that his skin seemed to glow with the blood seeping down it. The blood made a beautiful contrast with his precious little doll.

Walking over and squatting beside him, the silver haired man stroked the pale cheek. Blank emerald eyes started up at him from underneath sweat soaked bangs that were knotted to his forehead.

“My dear Hisoka. Just tell me his name. He won’t know if you told me or not.” Still no answer from the small teen. “Alright, fine, Hisoka. That was your last chance. I’ll get his name from one of my men. And because you insisted on being insolent, he will also work for me.”

That being said, Muraki stood up. The emerald eyes flickered up, following his movements. Anger filled Muraki once again. His hand flashed out and he backhanded Hisoka.

The teen’s head turned to the side, a bright red mark appearing on his right cheek. His hand was still raised and the anger remained in Muraki. The redness from the other blow he had delivered upon the boy earlier, on the opposite cheek, was already gone.

The silver haired man brought his hand back toward Hisoka, slapping him palm first. The blond finally flinched away, raising his blood covered arms weakly to shield himself. His eyes stared at Muraki blankly. The boss was about to hit the stripper again, but stopped as a knock interrupted him.

“Yes?” he growled out, walking away from the bloody broken teen. The door opened and a tall, dark haired man walked in.

“Mr. Muraki, my men and I just returned from that man’s residence. His name is Asato Tsuzuki. We have all of his records on the computer.”

“Well, that is some good information, Yoma. Please print it out and bring it
to me.”

Yoma nodded, bowed, and then left, closing the door with a small click. Muraki’s mismatched eyes swiveled toward Hisoka once again, and a frown was soon apparent on the pale man’s face.

Hisoka was trembling violently from where he was seated. Aside from the slaps he got from Muraki, a small blush was covering his nose and cheeks. It appeared that his little stripper had acquired a fever during his intense lesson with the whip. His stripper had also lost his erection sometime during the lashing of the whip.

Snorting, Muraki strode over, grabbing Hisoka’s arm, ignoring the flinch and cry of pain, and yanked him to his feet. “I’ll have the doctor look at you. You’ll be fine in an hour. Or at least your fever will be broken” Muraki said, dragging the teen out of his office.

Hisoka followed quietly, too tried to protest. Pain flared up his arms, but he ignored it. All he wanted to do was to lie down and to make sure Tsuzuki was fine. But now he wasn’t sure if the man would be since Muraki had the man’s information.

The anger from Muraki was starting to cool down as the man was becoming excited. His emotions and thoughts flew through the emerald-eyed teen’s weak defense shields, yet the small defeated male didn’t care.

Entering the infirmary, Muraki let go of the bloody hand, walking up to the doctor that was seated at the desk. Muraki whispered something in the other’s ear, causing the doctor to look at the boy, who was standing in the doorway still, worriedly. The doctor walked over, gently helping the feverish blond onto the bed.

Muraki watched the other man prepare a syringe for the boy. He chuckled, coming over and gently brushing the blond hair from Hisoka’s eyes and face. Feverish emerald eyes opened groggily before focusing on Muraki’s face.

The man smiled, kissing his cheek lovingly. “I don’t know how you got the fever, Hisoka, but I’ll be back in an hour when it should be gone, as I said before,” the man said cheerfully.

Hisoka groaned, eyes closing. His body went limp. Sleep was so near and that was all the teen wanted at the moment. He heard the doctor come over, rustling around for something in his pocket. The drugs from earlier had thankfully worn off. But Hisoka could still feel that something was wrong. He opened his eyes, blinking to get focused on the figure in front of him.

Once he was able to decipher what was in front of him, then teen froze. The doctor was filling the syringe with a type of liquid. A syringe. He hated them. Fear overtook his senses and he struggled weakly to get out of the bed.

“Stop, Hisoka. It’s for your health, so be a good boy and let him do his job,” Muraki stated from the doorway, before leaving the room. The teenager swallowed nervously, going limp. He stiffened when the doctor lifted his arm, gently inserting the needle. He turned his head to the side not wanting to watch.

As the effects of the liquid started to take affect, Hisoka drifted off to sleep.

Entering the office again, Muraki smiled at Yoma. He held out his hand, waiting. The dark-haired man stared at the hand before reaching in his pocket and unraveled a small piece of paper and handing it over.

Muraki smirked, opening it, turning away from the large man. “Thank you, Yoma. You can leave now.”

Yoma’s eye twitched at the quick dismissal, but nonetheless bowed and left. The silver haired man’s eyes glowed as he read Tsuzuki’s information to himself over and over, memorizing it. After about an hour of staring at the paper and looking up the precise
location, the man left his office.

He walked toward the clinic, meeting the doctor halfway there. The doctor smiled and bowed respectfully to Muraki, who nodded his head in return.

“How is he?”

“Ah, Hisoka is doing find now, Mr. Muraki. His fever broke about ten minutes ago. Right now he is resting. You can get him in-”

“I’ll be getting him right now,” the silver-haired boss interjected. He strode past the protesting doctor, and into the infirmary.

The small blond was sleeping peacefully, the red marks now a few small splotches dotted here and there on the pale skin. He was wearing a white, flannel nightgown. The teen’s clothes were folded neatly on top of a chair that was near the door, Muraki noted before walking into the room.

Hisoka twitched in his sleep. His eyebrows furrowed and he let out a low moan. Muraki chuckled to himself. “Well, I see me doll can still feel me even though he is asleep. Let’s wake him, shall we?”

The pale man reached out, shaking Hisoka gently, then rougher when the teen didn’t make a move to get up. A flinch, then the teen opened hazy emerald eyes that blinked once, then twice, and focused on him. Muraki smirked, and once again, pushed Hisoka’s bangs out of his eyes.

“Time to wake up, my precious doll. We are going to get your dear Tsuzuki now.”

“Mmmmm…” Dread suddenly filled Hisoka. His memories rushed back at him and he feared for his only friend’s safety. But…he couldn’t do anything to save Tsuzuki. He was helpless. Muraki controlled his every movement.

“W-wait, Mr. Muraki! You shouldn’t move him yet. He is still recovering,” the doctor protested, running into the room. He froze, however, when Muraki pointed a gun at him. The light glittered off of the grayish metal as silence reigned over the room.

“I’ll be taking Hisoka as I said before. “But he needs his rest-”

“I don’t care what he needs. He can get rest later now that his fever has broken.”

The doctor flapped his lips, looking like an oversized fish out of its much-needed water. His eyes widened and he stumbled back as a shot rang through the air. His pale lips trembled as his body was racked with coughs, blood splattering from his lips.

“W-why?” he gasped out that single question, doubling over, and coughing more blood.

Laughter filled the room and a clicking noise soon followed. The man didn’t have to look up to know that the gun was once again pointed at him.

“You’re annoying. I’ll be getting myself a new doctor soon anyway.”

Another gunshot filled the room and the man’s body fell to the side, twitching for a few seconds, before going limp in an eternal sleep.

A whimper gained Muraki’s attention. He turned around, watching Hisoka squish himself against the headboard, looking at him in fear. A shudder passed through the taller male at seeing those beautiful eyes filled with utter fear.

Hisoka’s jaw trembled as he moved his head away from the man’s hand that came up to caress his cheek. He yelped as that same hand dug into his sweaty strands of blond locks.

“We’re leaving. NOW Hisoka.”

The blond was hauled off the bed as he stumbled to his feet. He stumbled after his boss, who dragged him roughly down the hallway. Terror filled his entire being. The dead body of that doctor was still fresh in his mind. He gasped as Muraki roughly pushed him into the car, slamming the door shut after him.

He blinked, watched the silver-haired man walk around the car and get in beside him. He swallowed nervously, flattening himself against the door.

Muraki buckled himself in and started the car. He glanced over at the teen, who shrank further against the door at his glance. A sigh escaped him and he leaned back in the seat.

“Put the seatbelt on, Hisoka.”

The said teen flinched at the words, but shakily put on the seatbelt. He returned his gaze to the window, watching the passing lights and cars.

About twenty minutes later, Muraki pulled into Tsuzuki’s driveway. He glanced at the sleeping Hisoka, locking the door, and slamming it shut. If Hisoka tried to get away, then the child-locks would prevent him from opening the door. Hisoka jolted away and stared at the door. He bit his lip as he watched the silhouette of Muraki walk up the front steps and ring the doorbell.

Tsuzuki blinked and looked up from the cake he had been eating. ’Who could be here at this time of night?’ he thought to himself, glancing at the clock that flashed that it was a few minutes past twelve o’clock in the morning at him in large, red numbers. Taking one last bite of his cake, the brunette stood up, walking to the door.

He flipped on the light and looked through the eyehole. His amethyst eyes widened as he saw an attractive, pale, silver-haired man standing on his doorstep. His heart began to beat faster for some reason as he watched the stranger on his front porch.

Suddenly, the man’s mismatched eyes, one silver and the other an unusually glass looking blue eye, flashed to the eyehole. Tsuzuki took a step back in surprise. It was almost as if the man knew that he was looking at him. He suddenly felt apprehensive on opening the door to let the other man in.

“Heh, heh, I guess you should be slightly nervous in opening the door to me, Mr. Tsuzuki.” At those words, Tsuzuki stumbled away from the door. “H-how does he know my name?” The question was whispered and directed at himself, but it almost seemed as if the other man had heard him as the silver-haired man responded.

“I know you, or have heard your name, because my dear little Hisoka was out with you all day, correct?” Muraki asked, starting to pick the doors lock slowly to make sure that the other man didn’t noticed what he was doing.

“Hisoka?” How do you know Hisoka?” Tsuzuki shouted from his position a few feet from the door.

“Hmmm? Did my doll not tell you what he does? Heh, well, you’ll find out soon enough.”

“What? What are you talking about? What the hell do you want?” the brunette shouted at the door angrily. He blinked as nobody answered him and silence descended.
His eyes widened in horror as his door slammed open and the silver-haired man stood there, grinning at him.

The brunette stumbled backward, running into the kitchen. He grabbed the phone, almost yanking it out of the socked and quickly dialed 110. But as he went to push the second digit, pale hands grabbed onto his wrist, stopping him in the process.

“Now, now. I won’t let you call for help, Mr. Tsuzuki. After all you gained my attention through Hisoka. I want to know the type of person who would love someone like him. You should feel special.”

“Fuck you! Let me go now!”

“My, what colorful language you have. I’ll just have to punish you when we get back to the club.” Muraki then straightened back up, dragging the other man with him. “Ah, that reminds me. You don’t know m, do you?” I am Kazutaka Muraki. Hisoka’s owner and boss. Your soon to be owner and boss, also.”

Tsuzuki opened his mouth to ask Muraki, “What the hell his problem was,” but gasped instead as the taller man punched him in his stomach.

The brunette coughed, then went limp in Muraki’s arms. Muraki smiled, cradling Tsuzuki close to him, much like a lover would.

“Now that I have you, my new obsession, I will never let your beautiful self go,” Muraki whispered, hand slipping underneath of the other man’s shirt and stroking the skin as if in apology due to the punch he had delivered a few seconds earlier.

Pulling his hand out after a couple of minutes, Muraki picked up the unconscious man and walked toward his car. He leaned his prize against the car, once hand still wrapped around the slim waist, while the other dug into his pants pocket for his keys.

Hisoka watched Muraki put the key into the keyhole, about to open the door. For a second, he thought about moving over and locking the door so that the man couldn’t get in. But then that thought slipped away almost as quickly as it had appeared. Why should he punish himself more? Tsuzuki was going to be hurt and soon he was going to have to go with Taki and Ken, so why add more hurt to all of that?

The blond brought his gaze away as his boss laid his one and only friend in the back seat.

He suddenly felt like a coward. He wanted to help Tsuzuki, but he couldn’t. The blond bit his lips, tears forming in his eyes. All he wanted right now was to die. Die and never let another man or woman touch him again.

Muraki looked over at the teen. He watched as the pale fists clenched and unclenched in he boy’s small lap. The lights outside danced over the boy and the white hospital dress that Hisoka was still wearing. After a moment he brought his gaze back to the road.

“You don’t have to make this into a horrible experience, Hisoka. It can be quite a pleasant one” Emerald eyes closed as their owner leaned his head against the window, listening to the words. He didn’t answer. He knew that Muraki had accepted long ago that e wouldn’t say anything back to him when the silver-haired man clearly had the upper hand.

“Come here, Hisoka.” The sudden command surprised the blond. He looked up and noticed that they were at a stop light. He slowly unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled into the large lap. He was seated horizontally on the older man’s lap, legs hanging off of the seat. He didn’t think that Muraki would appreciate him facing the wheel, just in case he tried to yank it out of his hands. Not that he would do that, but, oh well.

Muraki wrapped on arm around the small blond, the other still on the wheel. His thumb started to move around in little circles, massaging his back. He felt Hisoka tense slightly, but then relax, bringing a smile to his lips.

“You’ve been very obedient. Maybe I’ll over look you punishment with Taki and Ken,” Muraki said with a sensual voice. “And maybe I’ll let you be with Mr. Tsuzuki. Would you like that?”

Hisoka’s head flashed up and he stared at the silver-haired man. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He received a smile and the arm around his slim waist tightened.

His head dropped and he laid it on the broad, muscular chest. His emerald eyes slowly closed as his body went limp. The last thought that he had was, ‘I’m sorry, Tsuzuki…’

Tsuzuki groaned and brought his hand up, rubbing his eyes. He opened them, staring around the unfamiliar room. “Where am I?” The question came out as a whisper. He sat up, noticing that he was on a long, black couch. Across the room was a door and to the left of the couch was a large window with a desk in front of it. Sitting behind the desk was that silver-haired man that kidnapped and….Hisoka! Hisoka was sitting on the man’s lap, with his head buried in his arms, which were lying on the large, mahogany desk.

“Ah, I see that you are awake, my dear Tsuzuki,” the man exclaimed happily, his eyes flashing in the light.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You kidnapped me…and probably Hisoka too! Well, it doesn’t matter because my friend will probably come get me,” the brunette threatened in a snarl, first clenching.

“Your friend Tatsumi? Ah, well, I’ll send some of my men to dispose of him soon,” Muraki retorted calmly. Amethyst eyes widened in horror as their owner stared at the other man. “N-no, don’t. Please don’t touch Tatsumi,” he pleaded softly, standing up and walking towards them.

Hisoka twitched in Muraki’s lap, waking up and sitting up, emerald eyes widening at seeing his former friend walking towards them with a horrified, yet hopeless look on his beautiful face. He swallowed and made a move to get off of the man’s lap, but froze as long, pale fingers dug themselves into his stomach.

He leaned back against the broad chest behind him, feeling Muraki’s satisfaction through his empathy. He flinched away slightly, but still managed to stare sadly at the man that had stopped halfway across the room, watching them.

“Why, Hisoka? Why would you be with someone like him?” The question came as a surprise to the blonde as he stared at the other, whom was rapidly getting frustrated. Frustrated at himself for getting kidnapped. Frustrated at Hisoka who looked like a frightened and broken doll. Frustrated at what might happen to Tatsumi if he didn’t stop this creep. “Unless you planned it with him! Is that what you did? Huh, Hisoka?”

The accusation came with a harsh slap of anger directed at the blond and the silver-haired man. Hisoka flinched away, with a loud cry of pain, burrowing into the warm chest.

“Answer me, Hisoka!”

“Mr. Tsuzuki, before you cause my doll to have anymore rebellious thoughts, I would like to inform you of something. This boy belongs to me and he won’t speak without my permission. I do hope you understand,” Muraki said calmly, though Tsuzuki could tell that he was excited by his show of anger and frustration.

“Tsu…zuki,” the voice came out as a whisper, surprising both of the older men. The blond was now staring at the brunette in sadness, guilt, and regret. At that instant, Tsuzuki knew that his friend didn’t want this and hadn’t set him up.

Muraki’s eyes narrowed and he stood up. He pushed Hisoka against the desk angrily. “Maybe you do need punishment, Hisoka. Would you like that? Do you want to get punished in front of Mr. Tsuzuki?” Muraki hissed, grabbing Hisoka and dragging him to in front of the desk and Tsuzuki by the arm.

“W-wait, what are you going to do to him?” Tsuzuki asked, horrified as Hisoka was dragged and then jerked, looking like a boneless doll as he was yanked back and forth.

Blood began to seep into the carpet as the blond’s arms began to bleed once again. Amethyst eyes widened and Tsuzuki ran over. He pulled Hisoka close to him, lifting his arms to look at the bandaged wounds. With a cry of pain, Hisoka roughly grabbed his arms back and hurried over to his boss. He shivered as the man’s arms slid around his shoulders in a mock embrace.

“Mr. Tsuzuki, I want you to go back and lay down on the couch as you were doing earlier,” Muraki requested in a sensual voice, eyes practically glowing with lust and excitement.

The said man opened his mouth to protest, but his eyes moved from Muraki’s face down to the trembling blond in the other’s arms. He closed his mouth with a snap and, without a word, trudged over to the couch, lying down on his back. He could feel Muraki’s mismatched eyes on him the whole time it was happening.

Muraki smiled happily, letting Hisoka out of his grasp. He leaned over, whispering into Hisoka’s ear.

“Go and show him how good you are at your job.” The blond nodded at the order, eyes devoid of emotion, and walked over silently. He crawled on top of the brunette, his empathy shields up. He ignored the sputters of disbelief from the brunette, straddling his hips their manhoods rubbing against each other.

Pleasure and guilt shot through Tsuzuki. He muffled a groan, eyes blazing with anger at Muraki.

“What the hell are you making him do? I don’t want this, you bastard!” Tsuzuki yelled, hands flying to the small, slim hips of the blond. Hisoka jerked on him, thrusting down, rubbing their groins against each other harder. His tan hands tightened and amethyst eyes closed for a second, before flying open in shock.

Muraki was near them, stroking blond locks of hair gently. “It’s his job. He’s doing what he was trained to do: pleasure people.” A look of disgust and horror crossed Tsuzuki’s features as he stared at Hisoka’s boss. He opened his mouth to say something rude to Muraki, but stopped as Hisoka pressed his lips against his gently.

Tsuzuki was shocked, so it was quite easy for Hisoka to part his lips and dart his tongue in. He slowly and gently coaxed Tsuzuki’s tongue into his mouth, massaging and playing with it once it was in. Confusion and pleasure filled thoughts darted in and out of Tsuzuki’s mind as the small blond ran his hands over his chest.

Hisoka looked over at Muraki, getting feelings of lust and enjoyment. So, he was pleased with the little show he was putting on. The blond felt another twinge of guilt but pushed it aside. He was already sure that Tsuzuki hated him, so why should he care.

He quickly unbuttoned his new friend’s pants and pushed them, along with the boxers, down to his ankles. Finally breaking the kiss, the small male kissed down Tsuzuki’s chest, pulling the shirt up to get at the skin that was located underneath.

When Hisoka began to kiss his chest, Tsuzuki jerked beneath him, reaching out to stop him. He didn’t succeed though, as the silver-haired man leaned down, kissing him.

Tsuzuki tried to move away from the foul kiss, but found he couldn’t as Muraki’s pale hands, far paler than Hisoka’s, held him down by the shoulders.

“Mmmmph!” He tired to struggle but froze as he felt a hot, moist cavern close over his manhood. He jerked as he felt a small tongue massage the underside, then the top of his manhood.

Muraki smiled as he let Tsuzuki go, licking his lips, loving the after taste of his new possession. As he watched his doll suck Tsuzuki, turning him into a puddle of goo, his hand traveled down his chest, then stomach, and into his pants. He watched as the brunette’s lean hips twitched and rose as Hisoka continued to pleasure him, still able to maintain his innocent and so rape-able look.

Tsuzuki gasped and panted, pleasure flooding throughout his body. This wasn’t right. He was taking advantage of a minor! But, it felt oh so good. Eyes flashing open wide, Tsuzuki let out a loud moan back arching off the couch, his climax hitting him like a bullet train.

Hisoka swallowed the cum, sucking Tsuzuki until nothing was left, and then pulling away. He stared down at the dark curls, not wanting to make eye contact with neither Tsuzuki nor Muraki.

A groan escaped Muraki also, as he came into his own hands. Looking down at the mess that was glistening upon his fingers, the man leaned over, reaching his hand toward Hisoka. Blank, emerald eyes looked up slowly, staring at the mess. He winced slightly at the mixed feeling between Muraki and Tsuzuki, but opened his mouth, taking one of the digits in and sucking on it, cleaning it.

Tsuzuki stared up at him, horrified. He couldn’t believe Hisoka was doing this! Hisoka was so cute and innocent earlier. But as the brunette continued to watch, he couldn’t help getting aroused again. He swallowed, watching the pale finger slide in and out of the blond’s mouth, before he transferred to the next one over, also cleaning it.

Once he was sure the fingers were clean and Muraki was satisfied, Hisoka pulled away, cowering at the end of the bed, ashamed and trying to hide.

Tsuzuki watched him with a pang of pity. He suddenly reached out to him and gave a sad smile. “Don’t worry, Hisoka. I don’t hate nor blame you. You’re still my friend,” he whispered, tears filling his amethyst eyes. He watched as tears also filled Hisoka’s eyes, as the blond finally lifted his head up.

“As much as this is touching, it disgusts me. So, now moving onto more important matters,” Muraki declared in a business-like voice, pushing Hisoka onto the floor, moving into the pre-vacant space between the brunette’s legs. The said brunette automatically tried to close his legs, the upper torso leaning up, trying to push him away. The silver-haired man chuckled, grabbing onto Tsuzuki’s wrists and pinning them on opposite sides of Tsuzuki’s head.

An insane smile crossed over the pale features as Muraki leaned down. He kissed Tsuzuki’s cheeks sweetly, before pressing their lips together. As he had previously thought, the man tasted quite delicious. Muraki held down the thrashing form of Tsuzuki, easily overpowering him.

He broke the kiss for a few seconds of air, before going back in for another kiss not too long after the break. His hand traveled down the expanse of Tsuzuki’s tan, well-built body, over the quivering muscles, over the soft nest of curls, and around his erection. Tsuzuki’s eyes widened and he gasped, indirectly letting Muraki dart his tongue in.

Finally Muraki pulled away. He stared down at the panting form of Tsuzuki that had a light sheen of sweat covering his trembling body. He removed his hand, earning a groan of protest.

“All in due time, Mr. Tsuzuki,” he chuckled out, unbuttoning his pants and taking them off, throwing them on the floor to join Tsuzuki’s already discarded pants. Lifting up one of the brunette’s legs, he rested it on his shoulder. He mimicked the movement with Tsuzuki’s other leg, putting it on the opposite shoulder.

“Hisoka, undress and get me a tube of lube,” Muraki ordered, stroking the quivering entrance that was presented to him. Hisoka quickly scrambled to his feet, taking off the hospital gown, and ran toward the desk. He opened a drawer, rifling through it until he found the previously opened tube, and hurried over with it. He held it out for his boss, who took it, uncapping it.

The small blond, thinking that was all Muraki wanted him to do, turned around, intending on returning to his place on the floor. But when Muraki’s voice floated through the air asking him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” his eyes widened in horror and realization.

He didn’t move at first, but after a few seconds ticked by, Hisoka turned and walked over, joining the two on the couch.

“Now, Mr. Tsuzuki, do not be shocked, but Hisoka is used to this, so just enjoy yourself.”

“W-what is he going to do…?”

Tsuzuki’s amethyst eyes followed the younger boy’s movements as Hisoka once
again straddled him. They widened in disbelief as Hisoka lifted himself up, and then seated Tsuzuki to the hilt without any lube or preparation.

“Hisoka!” Tsuzuki’s voice was hoarse as he said the boy’s name. He flinched as he felt himself get lifted up, Muraki getting behind him. The silver-haired man’s erection rubbed against his lower back, leaking pre-cum.

Hisoka’s emerald eyes were clenched shut, his body jerking around the stiff organ as Tsuzuki was picked up. He ignored the dull pain that coursed from his hips and up his back. He opened his eyes just in time to watch Muraki’s single finger enter Tsuzuki and the brunette’s face pale with horror and pain.

The said brunette clenched down on the digit unconsciously, getting an excited moan from the man behind him. He shifted his hips trying to get comfortable, but froze as it only accomplished the finger sinking deeper into him. He watched the lean, beautiful body in front of him, sweat dripping down the pale expanse of the teen’s back, and his erection pulsed with the blond. The burning walls around his erection clamped down suddenly, surprising him and driving him to a higher level of arousal.

The finger soon left the abused red entrance, the brunette sighing in relief. Muraki licked his lips, moving his hips so that his erection was lined up with the small hole, slowly pushing in.

Tsuzuki jerked forward gasping, causing Hisoka to wobble on top of him and clench down tightly to keep his balance. The brunette also clenched down, trying to force out the stiff organ that rubbed against the walls of his entrance.

“N-no…stop, please…it hurts,” he gasped out. Muraki ignored him of course, pulling back, and then slamming forward. The force of his thrust caused Tsuzuki to jolt forward and delve deeper into the boy on top of him. At that moment, Hisoka had just seated himself down and when Tsuzuki had thrust forward he had hit his pleasure spot.

Becoming erect, Hisoka let his head fall forward onto Tsuzuki’s shoulder. He spread his legs, hand slowly moving across his thigh. This was how he worked; seduce the customer and give them a good time.

Muraki smirked, laying his head on the brunette’s other shoulder, arm wrapped firmly around the man’s waist. He kissed the side of Tsuzuki’s neck, moving his and Tsuzuki’s hips faster.

The small body suddenly tensed up, letting out a cry, cumming into his hand. When he came, the walls of his entrance clamped down tightly around Tsuzuki.

The said brunette gasped as stars danced before his eyes, before a white explosion erupted and he arched off of Muraki and the couch. He went limp, eyes half-lidded as he watched the blond’s limp form also.

Muraki now had a light sheen of sweat that covered him as he plunged in and out. Nails digging into the tan skin, the silver-haired man came with a grunt, still thrusting his hips as the wave of pleasure flowed over him.

Nobody moved and silence permeated the air. Tsuzuki swallowed, hands fluttering to Hisoka’s waist as he held onto him gently, almost afraid to touch him. Muraki lifted his head and pulled out gently. Tsuzuki let out a groan as the manhood exited his entrance with a pop. His body felt numb; he couldn’t feel any part of him as he was still seated to hilt inside of Hisoka.

The blond twitched on top of him, suddenly becoming alive it seemed. He lifted himself off of Tsuzuki and crawled off the couch. The silver-haired man also followed his movements, laying the brunette man back down gently.

“Mr. Tsuzuki, after this night you will belong only to me. You will work here as a waiter of some sort, but nobody will be able to touch you.” He swung his mismatched eyes to the trembling blond near the desk. “And you, Hisoka, will go back to you room and rest. Your punishment with Ken and Taki is now cancelled until the next time you misbehave.”

Hisoka nodded and redressed himself into the hospital gown. He would change once he reached his bedroom. As he reached the door and turned the handle, he heard Tsuzuki’s voice.

“If I behave, will you let him go?” the brunette asked quietly, tired eyes trained on Muraki’s form. Muraki brought his gaze to him, studying him for a few minutes.

“No, I won’t let him go. It’ll be too much of a waste. But if you misbehave, he gets hurt; same goes for him, if he misbehaves; you get hurt. Plus the promised punishment with my guards.” Tsuzuki swallowed, finally going limp, passing out from the activities.
Sighing, Hisoka also gave up; this was his life. A stripper and a whore. And with that thought he closed the door and left the office.

Muraki smiled to himself, watching Tsuzuki sleep. He had clearly come out the winner. He still had Hisoka and now he had a new toy. A new toy to corrupt with his defiled beliefs. He reached over, stroking the soft cheek, his mind quickly working to see what damage he could inflict on the two later.

He was the victor of this never ending battle for freedom.