by Rina K. Fenderson
7. Battle for Claim
Muraki paused, his mouth to Tsuzuki�s collar bone, his body arched over and buried deep within him. He felt the sudden rush of power, but perhaps it was merely the wind. Beneath him the lanky body was still trembling, just has it had during the first time. Sweat beaded along both of their skin, but while Muraki�s was, for once, flushed with excitement, Tsuzuki warm colored skin was unusually paled. His eyes were staring up blankly at the canopy, his breath coming rapidly and with fear. Muraki could taste it throughout him, that sweet delicious fear.
Ignoring the draft he pressed further into Tsuzuki, coaxing himself on. He had long ago stopped trying to fight, he had long ago stopped screaming. Muraki was a little disappointed now, yet he was elated as well, all this meant defeat. Tsuzuki was broken, Tsuzuki was his. He darted his tongue over the older male�s lips and savored the tint of bitter pain in the male�s taste. He thrusted again, Tsuzuki�s brow drew together, a breath much like a whimper escaped his lips without sound, making Muraki smile, his body heated by Tsuzuki�s trepidation. He groaned as he nipped at the skin around Tsuzuki�s neck, finding that his sweet flavor condensed in that area, feeling his arousal building once again to a great fire, white light tingling through his veins. "Tsuzuki," he hissed out thrusting more urgently. Tsuzuki let off a meek and clipped yelp, whether it be from pleasure or pain Muraki was unsure, but at this point he felt his own need of release preceded Tsuzuki�s. He assumed the pounding he heard to be Tsuzuki�s heart a first, or his own, but it was much too rapid and although light, like a heart beat, it was too shallow. Pausing, once again sheathed fully into Tsuzuki he narrowed his eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in his groin; an urge to continue. The thumping sounded almost like...a person running...a young person... Cursing under his breath as he realized what the earlier flash of powerful wind was, Muraki pulled out of Tsuzuki, his warmth disconnecting from the trembling male as he gracefully slid from the bed and searched for his clothes. He walked to the door, pants on, and shirt being shrugged over his shoulders, to investigate and hopefully imprison his little intruder. His eyes went wide, his silver-white hair falling away from his features as he fell back. The moment he turned the knob to the door and it creaked open the slightest crack he was slammed backward by a lightening fast creature that was crouched outside the door just waiting for that moment. Muraki struggled to get the young boy off of him, striking him along the jaw and forcing him to fall to his side and away from his attacking position over Muraki. Rather clumsily Muraki, scrambled away trying to get to his feet before Hisoka could right himself. He was too slow for the blond boy�s fury, though, for he stumbled at Hisoka�s griping hand that yanked down on his leg, tripping him to the ground. He was crawling over him then, pounding his fists into Muraki as rapidly as he feet had raced up the stairs to get here. Muraki covered his face, trying to throw Hisoka off with his body. He had never seen the boy so violent, so defiant against him. With desperation, Muraki abandoned his tactic to protect himself for a brief moment, to force both his hands against Hisoka�s chest, throwing the young man back to the cold wooden floor. Sweating and bleeding from his mouth and a gash on his cheek, Muraki glared at Hisoka, his white teeth bared. "Insolent boy, how dare you attack me!" He raised his hand as if to cast something at Hisoka. He intended to, he intended to evoke his hypnosis upon one of his former toys, but the boy didn�t even flinch. Hisoka was on his feet again, stalking towards Muraki with a fierce light in his emerald eyes. Muraki frowned, pressing his hands behind him to stand as well. "You don�t know what you are doing, Hisoka. Do you understand who you are dealing with?" Another step forward. Why wasn�t the hypnosis working? It was so strong before. Muraki straightened his back, glaring venomently back at the short boy, whose hands were clenched tightly at his sides. "Hisoka think rationally. What can you do to me? Look at you partner, with how much more powerful he is compared to you, and look at him helpless to my command." That was a mistake, Muraki realized such much too late, though. As soon as Hisoka�s eyes flashed over to where Tsuzuki lay, he could see his pupils dilate and his lips part in shock. Then his jaw clenched audibly and his pupils became pinpoints, his eyes darkening three shades of green. His breath was slow and even as those dark eyes slowly roved back over to Muraki. Another step. Muraki�s chin raised. "You have nothing to fight me with. What power do you have?" Hisoka vaulted at him, throwing him back and down with the force. Muraki was able to toss his hands away from his neck, which they were endeavoring to grip and strangle, but his body hit the floor hard and his head snapped back against the wood. He closed his eyes briefly at the pain the spread over his skull, then wrestled Hisoka�s arms away from his throat and threw his weight to the side overpowering Hisoka�s light body and pinning him under him, one wrist still in his possession. He stared down at Hisoka with a confident smirk the boy was helpless now. "You forget you are my toy as well and you have no power that could hurt me." Hisoka�s expression didn�t change from its stoic frown. Muraki hitched a breath when he felt cold steel press against his lower abdomen, just above the waist of his pants and just above his groin. Hisoka�s eyes were still dark, refusing Muraki attempts to control him. "How about this?" He pulled the trigger to his gun and cringed at Muraki�s outcry. The pale haired male fell back away from Hisoka and curled over slightly into a ball. He tried to act more hurt than he was, as he had shifted just as the gun went off, the bullet slicing across the skin at his side, missing its target, but by the look in Hisoka�s eyes he was either not buying it or not caring. He stood over Muraki with the gun aimed at his head. Muraki could see his determination through strands of silver hair, and for once in a long while he was fearful. He attempted to get to his feet, but only made it to his knees, holding his side where the blood was staining his clothes as it dripped down. Hisoka was directly over him down, the gun only inches from his head. Their eyes didn�t break their gaze for one second, even as Hisoka pulled back the trigger and Muraki leapt forward, plowing his body into Hisoka�s smaller one, once again his greater weight winning out and tossing the young boy back, his bullet piecing the wall. Muraki brought his free arm out and struck Hisoka across his temple. Tumbling back and letting out a whimper of pain, Hisoka tried to gather his wits enough to collect his gun and take another shot, but behind him Muraki was stumbling to his feet and forcing a malicious smile though his pain as he gripped Hisoka�s blond locks and yanked his head back roughly. His mouth was pressed against Hisoka�s ear as he whispered, his voice making Hisoka shutter, "You win this time, boy, but next time you won�t be so lucky as to catch me by surprise. You and your partner forget to easily, who you belong to." With that he threw Hisoka�s head back and rushed out of the room, not pausing once outside of the room. He slipped through a secret passage and leaned against the dark tunnel wall, breathing in and out as he looked down at his gory side. He knew Hisoka�s fury was still high, he knew he wouldn�t be able to fend him off much longer, so he would humbly admit defeat. This time... With a genuine smile of anticipation, Muraki�s silver eyes flashed at the passage�s entrance, then merged with the shadows deep within.