Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Angels By Blood, Bound By Fate ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“K-Kazutaka M-Muraki…!”, Hisoka fearfully repeats, as he starts to take a step backwards.

 

“My, I'm surprised that a child knows a name as old as mine…”, Muraki smirks, stepping closer towards the boy, the front of his white-suit was drenched in blood, but it wasn't from the demon he'd just killed, it was from the pile of human and angel corpses that Hisoka had mistakenly accused the she-demon of killing.

 

“A-and w-why shouldn't I know the name of the one who betrayed Lord Enma by trying to take over Tenkai and went to Shigemi when he failed…”, he says, trying to hide his fear, “Were you the one who has been committed the murders…?”

 

“That is correct…”, the fallen angel sneers, as he retracts his blood-stained white wings into his back, “Now I'm going to have to get rid of you, because eye-witnesses must vanish…”

 

Hisoka takes another step backwards before he unfolds his wings and begins to fly away, turning his back on the evil-angel as he does, only to feel a hand tightly grab him by the ankle and yank him from the air. Muraki's fingers wrapping themselves around his throat, his nails digging into his trachea as Hisoka yelps in pain and surprise.

 

“Tsk tsk…”, Muraki reprimands, “My new plaything thinks he can escape, doesn't he?”

 

Hisoka struggles to remove the hand from around his throat, but the grip remains like a vice and grows tighter as he struggles, his breathing becoming even more compromised and he finds himself growing light-headed.

 

Suddenly, Muraki throws Hisoka causing the smaller male's back to slam against the trunk of a tree, as a painful scream tore it's way from his throat as waves of pain washed though him as he heard and felt all the delicate-bones in one of his wings breaking from the impact with the rough-bark, leaving the younger angel to kneel among the roots, clutching his shoulder as the shattered-wing hung limply from his back, wincing and groaning from the pain as he raggedly gasps for breath.

 

“That should make it easier…”, the twisted celestial cruelly laughs, standing over his prey, “A little bird no longer able to fly…”, he sneers, grabbing Hisoka by the other wing and forces him onto his feet, snatching his wrist and wraps a thick-wire around it, then pries his other hand from his shoulder and binds it with the first. When he's finished, he had to hold Hisoka up as his strength suddenly left his body.

 

“W-what…?”, Hisoka gasps, finding his knees refusing to support his weight.

 

“Ten-Jidai wire, a little item I stole from Tenkai before my escape. It absorbs the energy of angels and demons bounded with it”, Muraki explains, “Essentially making them as weak as mortals…Even their…”, he adds, reaching behind his captives back with one hand as he held his wrists with the other and grasping the main bone of Hisoka's unbroken wing in his fingers, applying pressure until the bone broke in half in his grip, causing his victim to arch his back from the sharp-pain that coursed through his body as a ear-splitting scream of pain tore from Hisoka's throat and tears well-up in his green-eyes, spilling down his cheeks, “…low tolerance for pain…”, he continues, releasing his prey to allow him to curl up on the ground in agonizing pain.

 

Hisoka could do nothing but sob in pain as he lay on the ground, his wrists bound in a wire that rendered him powerless, both of his wings broken so he couldn't fly away, and no one was around to save him.

 

Muraki sheds his blood-stained outer-coat and grabs his victim by the tied-wrists, lifting him into the air by the arms as if he weighed nothing, “Such a tender little bird…”, he gently says, but while the voice sounded caring and sympatric, his eyes glinted with twisted-pleasure as he brings his face to the boy's and torturously licks the tears from his face, “How long has it been since I've last tasted the sweet tears of such a pure and innocent angel…?”, he sneers, “I think I'll play with you for a while, before I depose of you…”, he decides, as he watches his prey tremble from the pain and fear coursing through his body.

 

Muraki threw his victim onto the ground on his back and a jab of pain shoots through his frame as he lands on top of his shattered-wings, breaking more of the bones, Hisoka's mouth opening in a silent scream of pain, his voice failing to make a sound from all the pain.

 

The predator stands over his prey, the knife from the she-demon gleaming cruelly in Muraki's hand as he leans in and lifts Hisoka's arms above his head, restraining them to the cherry-blossom tree as his victim continues to sob in pain, “Do you have any idea how much I hated this uniform…”, he retorts, referring to Hisoka's clothes, “Enough the shred it…”, he growls with a purr of glee, as he slashes the knife across Hisoka's chest, a scream catching in his throat as the blade slices through the silky-material of his shirt and his delicate flesh.

 

Muraki licks Hisoka's blood from the razor-sharp edge, “Even your blood tastes as sweet as your tears…”, he laughs, relishing in his toy's torment, “It makes me wonder what the other fluid your body creates tastes like…”

 

Hisoka could only stare off blankly within the haze from the pain while still sobbing, occasionally gasping and groaning in pain as Muraki continued to savagely cut his clothes from his equally-sliced body, until the poor boy was naked except for the layer of blood coating his skin.

 

“Now where should I start…?”, Muraki asks himself, as if he was eating at an `All You Can Eat Buffet', “How about here…”, he says, bending over to start licking the pooled blood from the boy's flesh, watching the horrified expressions flash across his victim's face as he descends lower with his tongue, enjoying the coppery-taste of the blood.

 

“Oh this will never do…”, he chastises, as he wraps his fingers around Hisoka's limp manhood and begins to slowly stroke it, causing his green-eyes to widen from the new feeling that swam through his body.

 

(A/N: *Rolls eyes* He's a virgin! *Blushes* Though I shouldn't be one to talk…In My Mom's words: `Those who live in glass-houses shouldn't throw stones…')

 

“That's better…”, Muraki mutters, as the body-part he was pumping hardens in his hand until it stood up on it's own and it's owner gasps for breath, green-eyes tightly sealed behind scrunched-together eyelids unsure of how to respond to the stimulates racing through his veins, “How does that feel?”

 

`Why…? Why is this happening…?', Hisoka panicky thought, with his eyes still squeezed-shut and his breaths become shaky, `What is happening to my body…?', he confusedly wonders, as tears continued to follow from his closed eyes and he starts to whimper.

 

“You respond nicely for a first-timer…”, the fallen-angel laughs, “I wonder how you'll respond to this…?”, he wickedly asks, before wrapping his lips around the shaft and engulfed it, looking up a his captive as he began to repeat the actions he had done with his tongue and lips.

 

“N-n-no…p-p-please…d-don't…”, Hisoka pleads, finally finding his voice, even though his words were coming out in pants as he felt something inside of himself winding tighter, threatening to break from the strain and when it did, it cause him to momentarily black-out.

 

“Well, I'm impressed…”, he heard Muraki sadistically say as he came to, “I never expected one of Enma's angels to taste so sweet or to have so much to give…”, he taunts, licking the remaining cum that came from Hisoka's body from his hand.

 

Hisoka could feel his cheeks start to burn up in embarrassment from the comment, a fresh-batch of tears spill down his cheeks as he starts whimpering and sobbing for his predicament again, `Save me… Please… Please, Someone Save Me…!', he mentally begs.

 

Muraki leans forward to bring his mouth to the quaking boy's ear, “It seems your precious Lord Enma doesn't truly care about you. He hasn't sent anyone to come and save you...”, he cruelly breaths into the young angel's ear before licking his earlobe tauntingly.

 

“N-no… t-that's not t-true…”, Hisoka protests, half-yelling and half-sobbing.

 

“Then why hasn't another angel come to free you from me?”, he laughs, “Not even your father wants to save you…”

 

“N-no m-more… No mo…”, he starts to shout, but is cut off as Muraki roughly captures Hisoka's lips in a bruising kiss.

 

Harshly wrenching the boy's lips apart, the silvery haired man entwined his tongue with the other's, taking in the taste of Hisoka's mouth greedily and Hisoka wanted to gag; the feeling of Muraki's invading tongue and the bitter-taste of his own cum made him sick to his stomach. While nibbling his captive's bottom lip, the demonic-angel finally broke the kiss, but remained eye to eye with his prey as he used his knee to part Hisoka's slender legs with ease, watching as a shiver traveled through the boy's body as his leg brushed against the sensitive flesh of his inner-thigh and his green-eyes widened in fear; like a rabbit trapped by a hawk face to face with death and knowing that there was no escaping it's fate.

 

Hisoka hadn't noticed that Muraki had removed his own pants until he felt something push against his thigh again, realizing that it was flesh not cloth, with a whimper he slowly figured out just what had occurred, as the captor had kept Hisoka's attention on his mouth, Muraki had taken the opportunity to remove his own pants and position himself between the boy's legs.

 

“It's been fun toying with you up until this point, but now it is time for me to finish it…”, Muraki says, sounding almost regretfully, before he positions his stiff manhood in against Hisoka's anus and thrusts his hips forward, savagely entering the poor boy's body.

 

Hisoka's eyes squeeze shut from the immense pain streaking through his body as he was being torn apart from the inside, a shrill ear-splitting shriek rips it's way from his throat, as his attacker begun to withdraw and thrust back into his body, Hisoka felt dizzy from the lose of blood and the pain numbing his mind to the point that his eyelids opened, but his emerald-eyes were vacant and distant, he had mentally given up on the thought of being saved. He lifelessly stared up at the moon, it had once been silvery-white but was now the color of blood, the same shade of red as the liquid that pooled around his body as Muraki continued to violate him, trying to release his essence inside his body.

 

With a grunt, Muraki's body shudders as his released seed thickly coats the insides of Hisoka's limp frame, some overflowing and splattering onto the grass beneath them. He smirks down at his unresponsive victim as he pulls out, Hisoka's green-eyes were swollen and red, but it seemed he had run out of tears as his cheeks were now dry and still stained by the salty droplets, the pale ivory skin of his face had become pink and blotchy, but other than his shuddering breaths and occasional muffled moan, he seemed to show no other outward signs of distress, and his hollow dead-looking green-eyes gazing blankly up at the careless red-moon made him appear to be a beautiful doll someone had discarded.

 

“Now my little bird…”, he sneers, tracing the contour of his victim's cheek, “It is time for me to end this little game…”, he continues, reaching down with one hand to wrap his fingers around Hisoka's neck again and begins to apply pressure.

 

A slight gasp of shock escapes from Hisoka's mouth; the only response Muraki receives from his prey, as his air-supply is cut off again and the pressure increases, his vision beginning to darken and he could hear the undeniable sound of bones preparing to break.

 

“Good-bye little bird…”, Muraki laughs.

 

 

 

 

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