Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Level C Fan Fiction ❯ LemonJuice ❯ First Cup ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Ahead...Just a warning, within these pages you will find spoilers and ...Well... Lemon...

LemonJuice

Chapter one: Emeralds and Amethysts

“Come to me….” The sandy haired youth tossed to his left throwing off his coverings and shivered as his sweat dampened skin was chilled by the cool night breeze. “Poppet… Come to me….”

“NO!” Hisoka sat up in bed panting staring at the blood red markings on his pale arms. He wrapped those same thin arms around his body and wished for an end to his torment.

“…Soka…Hisoka,” Hisoka trembled and pulled the blankets over his head just as Tsuzuki opened his hotel room door and walked into his room. He would hate for him to see the markings now. “Hey kid, are all right? I can hear you tossing and moaning in your sleep. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were not alone in here.” Tsuzuki said and sat beside the lump on the bed that he identified as Hisoka.

“I'm fine,” Hisoka's answer was muffled underneath the blankets. He trembled and wiped the tears that coursed down his face. He felt a hand on his back through the blankets and then he heard Tsuzuki stand and leave him alone in his room. Hisoka sat up and stared about in the darkness. He wished Tsuzuki would see him as something other than a kid, but his body would never mature beyond the age of 16. Hisoka sighed and lay down again determined to sleep. It was not often that they were assigned a job in such a nice place, he had better enjoy it.

Red reminds me of the color of blood.

“No matter how loud I scream no one comes,” Hisoka realized. He knew no one would come and if they did would they be able to help him? He could not contain the screams; they ceased to be screams for help and instead were screams of pain. Why was this happening to him? He pulled strands of platinum hair and turned his face away from the searching lips.

“You are mine, you will always be mine and you will always feel me inside you, my beautiful doll.”

"Tsuzuki!” Hisoka sat up in bed screaming and breathing deeply. It was the one name he could call; it was the one always there to help him to save him no matter the trap, no matter the danger. Hisoka sobbed into the blankets until his door burst open. Tsuzuki stood breathing deeply wearing only his robe prepared to battle the demons that had caused Hisoka to scream so. Tsuzuki stared about the room and frowned to find it empty of any visible threat.

“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki said and cautiously approached the bed. Hisoka trembled violently and clutched his blanket to him rocking back and forth. “Tell me what's wrong.”

“I want to forget, I can still remember everything he did to me… I want to forget.” Hisoka sobbed and clutched the robe tightly. Tsuzuki stared in horror at the markings that cover the slender limbs. “I can still feel him….inside of me,” Hisoka sobbed. Tsuzuki pulled his partner into his arms and was gentle as he stroked the frail back underneath his hands. Tsuzuki remained still for over an hour stroking Hisoka until the trembling ceased and his breathing calmed.

“Are you okay now, the nightmare gone?” Tsuzuki asked afraid to relinquish his hold on Hisoka. Although his body had returned to normal he had not released his hold on Tsuzuki's robe.

“It will never be gone; I can not make it leave but perhaps…” Hisoka began and Tsuzuki looked down and was lost in an emerald green sea.

And in your arms…

“Perhaps…?” Tsuzuki said worried that Hisoka was still in his nightmare. Hisoka's hand had traveled inside of his robe and trailed slowly across Tsuzuki's chest.

“In St. Michel, I…When I learned of the things that went on there...” Hisoka paused and took a deep breath. “I thought of you, but you will only ever see me as a child.” Hisoka turned away from Tsuzuki and pulled his bed robe closer about his slight frame.

“I don't understand,” Tsuzuki said staring at his chest that still burned with sensation from Hisoka's touch.

“I bear his mark, but perhaps, I could bear…yours instead.” Hisoka asked his bright eyes shining with tears. Tsuzuki looked into the imploring depths and wondered if perhaps the world had gone horribly insane.

“I don't have that kind of evil magic, I wouldn't want to.” Tsuzuki said. “Why are you asking such from me, I would never hurt you that way…”

“I'm not asking you to hurt me,” Hisoka said crying and crawling into Tsuzuki's lap. He was more vulnerable now that Tsuzuki ever hoped to see him. Tsuzuki was frightened by this change in Hisoka, had his dreams finally driven him mad? “I'm asking you to love me.” Hisoka opened his robe revealing his body to Tsuzuki who gasped and his eyes widened as he tried to figure out just what Hisoka expected him to do.

Love…Bites…

“I know my body is perhaps not what you would wish for, but I need you please Tsuzuki the only touch I remember is his… I …I hate it, I want…you… to make it go away.” Hisoka said frantically Tsuzuki's bright purple eyes widened as he gave up trying to understand Hisoka's plea and simply gave in to it. Hisoka gasped when Tsuzuki kissed him. Tsuzuki pushed his tongue into Hisoka's mouth and tasted the warmth that he had longed for. The only mark Tsuzuki knew to give… Tsuzuki moved to Hisoka's neck and sucked a patch of skin deeply into his mouth.

Hisoka moaned in surprised pleasure. Tsuzuki bit gently and lapped up the tender spot he backed up and stared at Hisoka's skin in the moonlight admiring the mouth shaped bruise that was clearly visible. “Here is a bruise,” Tsuzuki said trying to quell the raging inferno inside of his body.

“More… Please, don't stop.” Hisoka gasped climbed from Tsuzuki's lap to lay in his bed. He tugged Tsuzuki's robe open and stared up into his eyes silently begging for his touch.

“Do you know what you are asking me to do to you?” Tsuzuki asked ignoring the pleas of his own body. Hisoka nodded and reached for Tsuzuki.

“I don't want to remember his touch, if I call your name at night, I don't want it to be cries for help,” Hisoka said and smiled when Tsuzuki climbed on top of him. “I don't want to remember him… only you.”

And burn in purple flames, doused by an emerald flood.

Hisoka moaned, Tsuzuki's tongue trailed a fiery blaze to his chest and sucked a pink nipple into his mouth. Tsuzuki chewed gently leaving a bruise there as well. Hisoka gasped and clutched Tsuzuki's hair. Silver hair twined through his fingers faded replaced by blackest silk. Hisoka smiled to not be pulling away from the terror but holding tight to passion. Tsuzuki pulled Hisoka's hampering article of clothing away and stared at the body he had only glimpsed at odd occasions and often by accident.

Hisoka bit his lip when Tsuzuki traveled lower on his body leaving marks with his mouth erasing the memory of his hideous disfigurement. Hisoka nearly startled out of his skin when Tsuzuki traveled to his lap and sucked deeply. He had never felt so completely swallowed by love before. He had never known anything could touch him so deeply, so wonderfully.

Tsuzuki marveled at the taste and texture, and wanted more. He raised Hisoka's legs and licked the tiny hole that beckoned for his attention lightly tracing his finger over the entrance. Hisoka moaned and arched his back inviting Tsuzuki inside. Tsuzuki stared up at Hisoka and sucked his finger in his mouth before he pressed it into Hisoka's warmth. “Are you sure…” Tsuzuki asked not moving his hand as he crawled over and looked into Hisoka's wide eyes. Hisoka could not speak so he nodded and pulled Tsuzuki's head to his for a scorching kiss. Tsuzuki re-positioned himself and sighed as he removed his finger from their tight encasement. “This might hurt,” Tsuzuki warned.

I'm yours

Hisoka cried out as Tsuzuki filled him completely in one slow thrust. Tsuzuki waited to see if he had hurt his partner badly only to be surprised by Hisoka raising his hips inviting him further inside. Tsuzuki could not hold back any longer and began to move passionately against Hisoka holding him tightly. Hisoka smiled, for once he could feel someone inside of him that he did not hate, it did not hurt and if he cried out it was a cry of pleasure. Hisoka tossed his head from side to side and gripped Tsuzuki's shoulders as pressure built inside of him. It was a pressure he had never felt before; he feared it would mark his flesh as surely as the curse had. Hisoka held tightly to Tsuzuki and welcomed the burn.

Tsuzuki gasped and knew that soon he would be enveloped in complete bliss. Tsuzuki could feel wetness against his stomach and looked down to see trails of Hisoka's release drip down. Tsuzuki knew he could let go now. Tsuzuki cried out and held Hisoka tightly as he filled him with his only weapon against the night time terrors.

Because eternity is a long time

Hisoka opened his eyes and stared at the sun blazing thorough the window of the hotel room. He looked at his body and admired the markings left the night before. “You know those will fade,” Hisoka smiled as he looked up into Tsuzuki's deep purple eyes.

“Then you will just have to make more,” Hisoka said and raised his face for a kiss. Tsuzuki was more than happy to comply.

Owari

Author's note: Hello here is my first Cup…I hope you like it. Let me know what you think