Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Masochist ❯ Little Monsters ( Chapter 4 )

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

Chapter Four: Little Monsters:

The men sat in the living room, talking. The panties sat on the coffee table.

"He's had company here," Tatsumi said. "A female no less."

"How long has she been here?" Tsuzuki asked. The other two gave him strange looks.

"You didn't know about this?" Watari asked. Tsuzuki shook his head.

"Hisoka didn't tell me anything," he said.

"Oh…" Watari mumbled. By their faces, they didn't need to say a word. Tsuzuki lowered his head.

"Kind of bad, isn't it?" he asked. Tatsumi and Watari didn't speak. Tsuzuki bit his lower lip, looking away but then something caught his attention down the hallway.

"Hey guys," he said. "What's that on the doorway?" The other two looked up at where Tsuzuki was pointing.

"Huh?" they asked. The oldest shinigami got up for a closer look.

"Tsuzuki?" Tatsumi asked. He and Watari followed behind.

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3:00 a.m.

Hisoka lied awake in bed. Jessie sat on his couch. The shinigami's eyes trailed to the ceiling. His mind went back to Tsuzuki. He was such a good man, goofy but a pure soul. Plus beautiful to boot? No wonder everyone wanted him.

"Isn't it?" a child's voice asked. Hisoka glanced behind him. Golden eyes met with his green ones. It took the shinigami a second to notice two small hands on his chest. Hisoka tried to move away, but Kohaku wouldn't let go.

"Get off!" the boy hissed. The kitsune grinned.

"Sorry," it said. "Don't seem to know how." Hisoka frowned.

"Why won't you leave?" he asked.

"You know why," Kohaku replied with a smirk.

"No, I don't!" Hisoka hissed. The kitsune licked his nape.

"Now, about Tsuzuki," the child said. Hisoka glared at the kitsune.

"Don't bring him into this!" he snapped.

"Oh, but I must," Kohaku insisted. It kissed Hisoka on the ear and grinned. "Face it, he won't love you."

"Shut up!" Hisoka shut his eyes. "That's not true!"

"But it is. Why can't you just accept it?" the child asked. Hisoka winced away from his captor. Kohaku looked at him in interest.

"Oh?" the fox child asked. "Don't tell me…"

Hisoka glanced behind him. "What?"

Kohaku smirked in the darkness. "You still love Tsuzuki?" Hisoka bit his lower lip.

"He's married to someone else now!" he whispered loudly.

"So?" Kohaku asked. Hisoka eyed him with big, silent eyes. The kitsune child reached down into Hisoka's pajama bottoms.

"You say that you are over him," Kohaku cooed. "But we both know that's not true, is it?" Those small hands moved from the shinigami's hips to his member. Hisoka tried to shift away. Kohaku nibbled at his ear.

"I'm right, aren't I?" the kitsune asked. Hisoka lowered his head. Kohaku nuzzled his nape. The small hands reached for the shinigami's member.

"The way I see it," Kohaku murmured. "You love him still and it kills you that badly." Hisoka turned away and shut his eyes.

"You wish he was touching you like this," the kitsune pushed. "But instead, he shares his bed with her. Just give up already. He'll never love you like you do with him. Just accept it." The small hands began to stroke on him so tenderly. Hisoka bit his lower lip and breathed in hard. He put his hands to his chest. Kohaku sped up with its toy's rhythm of his pounding heart. The shinigami fought to clear his mind.

"Stop that," he said. Kohaku glanced over at him.

"Why?" it asked. Hisoka used his body to push the child off.

"Just stop!" he barked. Kohaku gave him a goofy smile.

"We'll begin again tomorrow," it said. Hisoka frowned. Don't touch me again, he thought. Kohaku smirked at the toy.

"Anyway," the kitsune said. "Tsuzuki will never love you like that." Hisoka looked away.

"I don't care," he lied. Those yellow eyes mocked him.

"Don't believe me?" Kohaku asked. "Go out tomorrow night and you will see." Hisoka didn't speak. The kitsune child gave him a wicked smile.

"What's the matter?" it asked. "Scared?" Hisoka gritted his teeth.

"No!" he hissed.

"Then go and see," the kitsune child insisted.

"Fine," Hisoka snapped. "I'll do it." Kohaku patted him on the head.

"That's a good boy," it said. The shinigami gritted his teeth. Prick!