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/ = thoughts [
] = dreams (
) = flashbacks
::*~~*::
Tears were falling down Hisoka’s face as he pulled his hand
away from his penis, his hand covered with his own semen.
He rubbed his eyes with his other hand, wiping away the tears as
he sniffed silently. He
turned his emerald eyes to the scene through the cherry blossoms that
saddened him so, feeling his heart rip at the sight.
Tsuzuki and Hijiri were collapsed onto each other after they were
done with their activities, panting heavily.
The scene was so devastating to Hisoka, but he couldn’t help
but be aroused by it. He
had wanted to see Tsuzuki naked for a while now, and he finally got his
wish.
But... it wasn’t for him to see, really.
He was just being a peeping tom.
Tsuzuki had picked Hijiri, not he.
More tears fell down his cheeks, the pains of jealousy snuffing
out the confusion that Tsuzuki was feeling.
Had Hisoka not been hurting he might’ve felt the thoughts going
through the older Shinigami’s head right now.
The confusion he was feeling, due to thinking about someone else
during his time with Hijiri. Maybe
if Hisoka had felt that, he would’ve known that Tsuzuki was really
thinking about him.
But, as stated, he was wrapped up in his own jealousy as well as
the after affects of his climax to realize his own mistake.
Hisoka took a handkerchief out of his pocket and quickly cleaned
up his hand of his seed. He
was unsure what to do with it, though, and stuffed it back into his
pocket, deciding to take care of it later.
He zipped up his pants, sighing in defeat.
He was still crying, he knew, but he couldn’t stop.
He gripped the pendent around his neck, its reason for being
there a painful reminder of his unsaid rejection.
He had bought the dragon necklace for Tsuzuki, as a sort of
‘truce’ gift. He had
hoped that maybe he could then get in a situation where he would finally
admit how he felt, and maybe...
Hisoka shook his head. No,
Tsuzuki chose another one. He
chose Hijiri. The tears
started to come harder. He.
Chose. Hijiri.
Hisoka stood up abruptly, turning away from the sight. He couldn’t stand it any longer.
Seeing this... it was killing him.
He stuffed the necklace underneath his shirt and walked off, his
heart even heavier than after Tsuzuki tried to kill him, thinking he was
Hijiri.
He couldn’t take this... When
he finally opened up to someone, he was betrayed.
/ Why, Tsuzuki? Why
couldn’t it be me? / The
question kept buzzing through his head- it would not leave him alone at
all.
Instead of going back to the
office, he went home, throwing the handkerchief into the wastebascket
before walking into his room. He
collapsed onto his bed, his tears finally subsiding.
He felt awful.
Just like when he was living.
He was rejected, again... This
was no better than living.
He sighed.
“Choose me, choose me, please...
Tsuzuki...”
He fell into an uneasy sleep,
nightmares of his rejection fresh in his mind.
::*~~*::
Hisoka watched hatefully as the
‘Doctor’ Muraki showed off a beautiful bouquet of roses to Tsuzuki,
sprouting poetry of the colour of the roses matching the older
Shinigami’s eyes. The
youth snorted. What was Muraki thinking?
That he could worm his way into Tsuzuki’s heart in such a sappy
manner?
/ No, the only way to that
man’s heart is through sugar... / Hisoka thought, smiling some-what at
his own private joke.
His emeralde eyes never left the
two as Muraki offered a game of cards to Tsuzuki. He was curious about this, especially when the silver-haired
man said that he was playing for Tsuzuki.
Hisoka scrounged his nose at this.
Where was he going with this?
When the two left for one of the
separate rooms of the casino, Hisoka followed, wanting to keep an eye on
his partner. The two played
their game in near silence, Muraki grinning evilly and Tsuzuki grinning
like the idiot he was. Neither
of them noticed the youth in the doorway watching over them.
The grin that was on Tsuzuki’s
face eventually faded to that of pure horror as he looked at his hand,
especially compared to Muraki’s.
How could anyone beat him so badly!?
He whined loudly as Muraki began to push him up against the wall,
unbuttoning his shirt a little, whispering words of lust and owing the
Shinigami for the night.
Hisoka made his move by walking
further into the room, picking up the deck of cards from the table, and
clearing his throat. The
two older men turned to face him. Hisoka
held up the cards.
“Not so fast, Muraki,” he
spoke with much bravado. “I
want to play you now. If I
win, you take back your deal with Tsuzuki.”
Tsuzuki’s eyes brightened.
“Hisoka! You came
to save me!?” The older
man smiled thankfully.
Hisoka held back a small smile,
trying to keep his normal indifferent visage up. He hoped that this situation would turn Tsuzuki’s eye
towards him, if only a little more.
Muraki nodded.
“Fine, then.” He sat down in the chair he had just risen from, a cocky grin
on his face. Hisoka sat
across from him, still with his stoic face, and shuffled the cards,
dealing them out once he was done.
Hisoka and Tsuzuki walked down
the hall towards the cabin they shared, neither speaking.
Hisoka kept his face straight, though inside he was truly
grateful – the royal flush he had gotten in his game with Muraki saved
Tsuzuki from whatever the Doctor had planned for him(which, noticing
that look in Muraki’s silver eyes, was probably an act that would’ve
made Hisoka want to kill the bastard even more than he already
did).
Tsuzuki had a large grin on his
face, he too glad Hisoka had won. Whatever
Muraki had planned was probably going to end up with the elder Shinigami
losing his clothes; something he did not want to do unless it was
with someone like Hijiri.. or Hisoka.
Tsuzuki shook his head slightly.
No, it’s not like Hisoka would want that...
Why was the child so cold,
anyways? He knew about the
telepathy and everything, but still...
It bothered Tsuzuki how far away the teen seemed.
It made him want to just grab Hisoka and pull him close, show him
it was okay to trust others.
/ Hisoka... / Tsuzuki thought in
a huff. / You know, I
should probably thank him some how... /
Tsuzuki smiled. Why
not thank him? There was no
reason he couldn’t display some affection, right?
Besides, if Hisoka objected, he could always claim he just got
caught up in the idea of thanking him...
Yeah, that was it...
Once they got back into their
room, Tsuzuki realized how late it was.
He would have to ‘thank’ Hisoka quickly, because he was
pretty tired, actually. It
had been a rough day. What
with the murder and Muraki and all that...
They remained in silence even when they entered, both instantly
going for their bags and picking out their night clothes.
When Tsuzuki had removed his
shirt, he decided it was as good of time as ever to talk to Hisoka.
He turned around and was about to say something, when he was
struck frozen by Hisoka. The teen was facing away from him, taking off his own
clothes. Tsuzuki watched
silently, his mouth somewhat open, as Hisoka began to take off his
shirt, displaying the scars from Muraki’s curse.
It made Tsuzuki angry still, what that bastard did.
One of these days he’d get Muraki and make him pay for what he
did to the teen.
After all, no one deserves to die
that young.
Tsuzuki heard the dramatic
‘zip’ of Hisoka’s pants, his attention held strongly now, even not
more than before. He
couldn’t take his eyes off the youth, though he wanted to turn away,
hoping Hisoka hadn’t noticed his staring.
Fortunately(or maybe it was
unfortunately) for Tsuzuki, there was a loud banging on the door.
“Help! Help!” The
voice was that of Tsubaki-hime’s.
Her words were drowned out by that of tears and sadness.
“He’s been... he...” There
was a choking sound as she sobbed.
Hisoka zipped up his pants and
grabbed his shirt, hurriedly opening the door.
“What’s wrong, Tsubaki-hime!?” he asked her in a concerned
tone, putting his hands on the girl’s shoulders.
Tsuzuki couldn’t help but feel
a little jealous at the scene. Hisoka
was so affectionate with her. Could
that mean...? Tsuzuki bit
his lip. He was right, what
he had thought before – Hisoka really wouldn’t be
interested...
::*~~*::
Tsubaki yelped out in unfelt pain
as she watched Hisoka stab his hand.
It made her feel more than a little sick to look at it and she
almost felt like fainting again.
“See?” Hisoka said, showing
his hand to her. The wound
healed instantly, leaving no trace of the cut anywhere. “I’m a Shinigami, Tsubaki-hime.”
He stood up and approached her.
He put his arms on her arms, looking into her blue eyes.
“And my name is really Kurosaki Hisoka.”
“I see...” said she in a
small voice, her eyes not meeting Hisoka’s.
“So, you lied.” Hisoka
nodded. “That’s...
okay. I feel no
different.” She looked up
at him, smiling a little.
“Feel no different...?”
Hisoka asked in some confusion.
“I still like you,” she
replied bluntly. Hisoka
bushed a little.
“I... I like you too, Tsubaki-hime,” he said, half-lying.
True, he did like her, but...
Tsuzuki...
/ No! Tsuzuki wants Hijiri, remember? / he scolded himself.
/ Why not go after someone else?
It’s only your right. /
He nodded slightly, more to
himself than to Tsubaki, and leaned down, his lips barely grazing hers.
When he pulled away, she was staring at him with innocent eyes,
not a smile or a frown on her face.
He became worried, not knowing if she approved or not.
But she just smiled at him and
stood up further, kissing him full on the lips. After a moment of this chaste kissing, Hisoka became bolder
and opened his mouth, his tongue running over Tsubaki’s soft lips to
beg for entrance, which she gave.
They sparred for a while, Hisoka
exploring every part of the girl’s mouth.
He felt her cold hands touch his neck and then their
feather-light touches as they went downward in order to unbutton his
shirt. He sighed into their
kiss, enjoying this touch.
It took a lot of will, however,
to block out any and all of the emotions he was getting from Tsubaki.
Though most of them were concentrated on him right now, a few
kept going back to Irene(her first kiss was from that girl...?) and
distracted him a little. But
he forced himself into getting lost in the moment, so they wouldn’t
interfere.
They parted finally to get a
breath or two, both panting some. Hisoka
began to kiss down the girl’s neck, affectionately licking and nipping
as he went down. Tsubaki
purred a little, her hands still wandering across Hisoka’s chest,
having finally gotten rid of the shirt in her way.
Tsubaki pulled away from Hisoka
taking his hands in hers as she led him to the bed. She backed him up against and made him sit down on the edge,
her mouth instantly going for Hisoka’s bare chest.
Hisoka inhaled sharply, loving
the feel this gave him. He
was so... unfamiliar with it. But
he felt a little bad for this, as well.
A part of him still wanted to be with Tsuzuki, no matter what he
knew about the elder being with Hijiri...
“Are you sure you want to do
this, Tsubaki-hime?” Hisoka asked, his fingers lacing themselves in
the girl’s hair.
“Yes, Hisoka...” she
whispered against one of his nipples, sending an exciting shiver down
his spine. “I may never
get another chance to.”
Before Hisoka could think much on
the fatality behind that statement, he felt something touch his lower
regions. It made him inhale
sharply, his breath turning a little ragged as his penis reacted to the
soft touches of Tsubaki. The
girl was still working on his nipples with her hands and tongue, but was
now using a free hand to unzip his pants.
Hisoka groaned, moving his hands
from her hair to the sheets on the bed, afraid he may rip some of those
beautiful blue locks out in the heat of the moment. Once his fly was unzipped, Tsubaki pulled down his pants and
underwear until they were at his ankles, leaving his erection exposed to
the air. She pulled away
from his nipples and looked at it for a moment, smiling.
Hisoka whimpered in spite of
himself, hating the attention he wasn’t receiving right now.
Tsubaki looked up at him and they caught each other’s eyes,
holding it for a moment. “Tsubaki-hime...” Hisoka said quietly. “Please...”
Tsubaki nodded before dipping
down and gently kissing the tip of Hisoka’s cock. The boy gasped, surprised at how good it felt.
Oh, god, this was so much better than using his hand...
He gasped again when she took the top part of him into her mouth,
her hands coming to play with his balls.
Tsubaki adjusted herself and was
soon doing a steady motion of ups and downs, humming against his shaft
as she went about her business. Hisoka
was in a state of ecstasy as this went on, his head rolled back and
fingers clenching in the sheets.
There was a thought that didn’t
occur to him now but would occur to him later – Tsubaki was very
good at this. Like she had
done it before. Later on,
it would make him wonder, but for now, he was enjoying the pleasure she
was giving him.
Tsubaki built him up for several
minutes, bobbing her head up and down, her hands rubbing his testicles,
until finally Hisoka couldn’t take much more: he came with a loud
moan, not caring who heard it.
Tsubaki greedily took all of his seed into her mouth, though
gagging a little as she tried.
Hisoka fell back onto the bed
panting, completely sated. His
eyes were closed for a lengthy amount of time, his thoughts jumbled with
passion, the release, and something else he couldn’t place his finger
on... hurt?
While he was coming down, Tsubaki
lifted his pants back on, carefully zipping them up.
She leaned over him and gently kissed his lips, giving Hisoka a
taste of himself.
“Thank you, Hisoka...” she
said softly. She got up off
the bed and turned towards the door.
Hisoka lifted himself up on his
elbows, his thoughts still scrambled.
“Hey, wait... Where
are you going? Don’t
you...?”
Tsubaki turned back to him,
smiling assuringly. “No,
I don’t need you to worry about it, Hisoka.
I’m just glad I could be with you, if only once.
Take care.” And
then she was gone from the room, leaving Hisoka by himself.
He flapped back down onto the bed, closing his eyes and letting
sleep overtake him.
As Tsubaki exited the room and
closed the door, she observed a brooding man next to the frame.
She looked at him and realized it was Tsuzuki, his face contorted
with hurt and pain. Tsubaki had thought that maybe there was something between
them, but didn’t know for sure.
“I’m sorry,” Tsubaki
whispered, startling the elder Shinigami.
“For... for what?” Tsuzuki
replied, trying not to sound too obvious.
Truthfully, he had come to tell Hisoka about the information he
and Gushoushin had gathered, but hadn’t expected...
/ I was right... I was right... /
Tsuzuki felt like crying, but bit his lower lip instead.
Tsubaki gave him a soft pat on
his shoulder. “He...
don’t worry. It was just this once.”
“I don’t know what you’re
implying to, Tsubaki-hime,” Tsuzuki lied.
He turned his gaze away, unable to meet her gaze.
Tsubaki sighed heavily.
“Of course not. Of course not.” She
turned away and started to head down the hall.
“I think, though... that
he feels the same. His eyes
were so distant...”
Sucky ending, I know.
Sucky story, I know.
Sorry, but I couldn’t exactly get into this one cause it’s...
it’s... het.
*shivers in disgust* Never
again, never again... So,
sorry if it’s bad. The
third and final story, though, should be decent enough, don’t worry!
Oh, yes, there will be yaoi in the next segment, between(you
guessed it!) Hisoka and Tsuzuki. I
don’t know who should be uke, though...
Any suggestions? Review
and tell me which one you want on top!
^_~