by Rina K. Fenderson
8. Possession
Hisoka listened quietly, as that was all he was able to do. The leather was thick, and laced with some spell that prevented his rage aura from breaking through it, should he have been able to muster enough rage to force his aura out. At the moment, he was barely confident enough to move an inch, his heart had only slowed in its wild pace, when Muraki reverted back to his machines after Oriya left, instead of focusing his attention on Hisoka as he had hinted at.
The blond boy was drifting to a weary doze when he heard the door to the bedroom close, which of course snapped him out of the sleepy state very quickly. "We met again." Hisoka�s jaw clenched beneath the leather over his mouth and he narrowed his eyes, trying to look more angry than scared to death. Muraki smirked, most likely seeing through the false bravado, as he paced over to the bed. "You look frightened? Is this bringing back memories?" Hisoka threw his head to the side, when Muraki took his chin with two fingers, but he immediately regretted the movement, when the pale man focused his attentions on parts less freely mobile. Hisoka felt Muraki�s nails rasp over his chest, following the curves of his lithe muscles, then tracing the marks he had once put there with blood. Hisoka whined beneath the leather, his teeth snapping against it, biting through his lip rather than the leather itself. The cursed pulsed crimson fresh to pale rose, making Hisoka convulse in pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his back arching up. "You think he�s coming for you, don�t you?" Hot breath cast over Hisoka�s neck and a gentle tongue flicked out over his throat. "He most likely is, but," Muraki leaned back from Hisoka�s trembling body, looking over him in appraisal and smiling, before he slipped off his blazer and unbuttoned the cuffs and collar of his white shirt. Hisoka made a muted yelp, when Muraki�s weight shifted the bed down and his green eyes flung open, his legs coiling back to kick, but held trapped under Muraki�s pressure over his hips as he straddled him. Muraki leaned over him, one hand remaining on the bare skin and tousled folds of the yukata near Hisoka�s stomach. "But he�s running blindly. No clues to go by. Just a love letter of departure, a warning of blood." His fingers quested further around Hisoka�s chest, slipping behind him to pull his upper body towards him. Hisoka tried to thrash his body back and forth to throw Muraki away from him, but the older man only locked his lips around Hisoka�s throat, trailing it down to the hollow at the base. "He only knows I have you." His free hand, pulled at the tie around Hisoka�s waist that held the yukata over him. The thin belt snapped and part of the fabric slipped off of Hisoka�s now exposed body. With one last opening for freedom, Hisoka kicked out, but his knee only grazed Muraki and the larger male grasped the leg, pushing it out and settling himself between Hisoka�s legs. Hisoka�s cried out in fear, his now virtually naked body spread under the weight of his aggressor. He couldn�t kick, his legs would only hit blank air, and pitching his body would only make the situation worse. Muraki smiled, running his hand down the expanse of Hisoka�s stomach. "And he should know I have you. You are mine. My doll since you beheld me with emerald tears." Hisoka shook as Muraki ran his fingers between his legs. Throwing himself to the side, Hisoka almost succeeded in bucking Muraki away. But the older man righted both of them and laughed. "No escaping, boy. You are mine. Tsuzuki is mine. But my doll is not playing nice and he is trying to ruin my game." He began to roam his hand up Hisoka�s body again, the curses glowing and Hisoka shaking in agony and trepidation. Upon reaching the leather strap over his mouth, Muraki sliced through it with a tiny knife hidden under his finger. Hisoka inhaled sharply when he felt the thin blade dig into his fresh at his throat, a warning to remain still and quiet. Muraki leaned over his face, his tongue dragging over his lower lip as Hisoka panted. Muraki�s free hand, trailed one finger up his chest, under his chin, tracing the jaw line to the bridge of his nose, finally resting at the center of Hisoka�s forehead, finger barely touching. Hisoka�s eyes fell blank at the contact, under the hypnosis of the man once again. A grin touched the corners of Muraki�s mouth. "And that doll leaves me no choice, but to teach him a lesson in possession." A single tear slipped from inanimate emerald.