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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yami_No_Matsuei
  Relationship:
      Kurosaki_Hisoka/Muraki_Kazutaka
  Character:
      Kurosaki_Hisoka, Muraki_Kazutaka, Tsuzuki_Asato, Tatsumi_Seiichirou,
      Watari_Yutaka
  Additional Tags:
      Advent_Challenge_2009, Dark, Violence, Humiliation, Torture, Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 11 of Advent_2009
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-12-11 Words: 2573
****** You're A Mean One, Dr. M (2009) ******
by JennyB
Summary
     Hisoka skips out on a holiday get-together, and winds up with a
     Christmas he won't soon forget.
Notes
     Written for Advent Challenge 2009. Prompt: Christmas ornaments.
It was a few days before Christmas, and a few of the members of Shokan had
decided that a little bit of a celebration was in order. Since it was
unsanctioned (and therefore, as Tatsumi had so graciously reminded them in true
holiday spirit, not going to be bankrolled by the department), they had decided
they would celebrate in Chijou. Since they were paying out of their own pockets
anyway, they had figured they may as well head to the mortal world where there
would be lights and music and decorations, and plenty of good food and revelry
for all.
Tsuzuki and Watari were all for it, naturally. Tatsumi had outright refused to
go - until the other two had offered to pay for his drinks. After that, the
blue-eyed shinigami had been quite gung-ho about it - much to the chagrin of
his friends' wallets. After all, when he wanted to, Tatsumi could drink just as
much as Watari and Tsuzuki both. And Tatsumi tended to favour fourteen year old
Scotch. As for Hisoka, he'd had little choice in the matter. Even though he'd
tried to refuse, the older three wouldn't take no for an answer. Tatsumi had
even gone so far as to threaten to make the next six months a living hell for
the kid if he didn't put on his holiday sweater and a smile and at least
pretend like he was having fun.
Had it been anyone else, Hisoka would have scoffed at such a warning, but he
knew better than to cross Tatsumi. Now, he was seated between the secretary and
the scientist at some Western-style bar in Tokyo, and watching across the table
in a mixture of fascination and disgust as Tsuzuki devoured a basket of French
fries covered with gravy, cheese, ranch dressing, bacon bits and copious
amounts of ketchup. "How can you eat that?" he asked quietly as he took one of
the deep fried mozzarella sticks Tatsumi passed to him.
"Oh, it's delicious, Hisoka!" Tsuzuki remarked, a wide smile on his face. "Want
to try it?"
"Hell, no." He handed the basket to Watari, then took a sip of his Coke and
looked around the table. He was beyond bored, but it wasn't entirely
unpleasant. He just hoped that Watari wouldn't notice -
"Hey! They have a karaoke machine here!" the scientist said very loudly, his
slight intoxication seeming to have affected his volume control.
"You don't need to shout; we're right here," Tatsumi said, though he did grin.
"Yes, I noticed it earlier. I wonder if they have any American music in their
library."
"Ooh, we should sing something!" Tsuzuki added as he licked a bit of ketchup
from his fingertips. "It's been a long time since we've done that!" His
amethyst eyes sparkled as he pushed the now-empty plate away from him.
Hisoka barely managed not to roll his eyes. He remembered the last time all too
vividly - all of them drunk at the resort in Hokkaido. A hint of a smirk curved
his lips upward. Konoe had been entertaining, though... He saw that the three
of them were engrossed in their current discussion, and deciding to make his
escape while the getting was good, he slipped out of his chair and made his way
to the door. Just before he was outside, he heard the trio start in on some
Christmas carol - Deck the Halls, he believed - and barely repressing a shudder
as they tried to improvise a three-way harmonization, he quickened his step.
Once outside, he took a deep breath, and then stuck his hands in his pockets as
he started down the sidewalk. He was sure the others would give him hell for
bailing on them, but technically, he'd only agreed to go. He'd never said he
would stay.
Strolling through downtown, he did smile a little, picking up on the general
good cheer of the people around him. A lot more people were getting into the
more secular aspects of the holiday, and he was surprised by how many
storefronts were decorated for Christmas. The lights were pretty, and the whole
thing was a rather welcome change from the usual displays he saw throughout the
year. His eyes widened some when he saw an advertisement in one window for an
all-night bookshop, and his excitement rising, he quickly noted the address and
hurried off to see it.
He was so fixated on his destination that he didn't notice the way his skin
started to prickle as he took a shortcut across a small park, and it wasn't
until he heard a very familiar voice drawl, "Hello, my little doll," that he
felt a surge of panic flood through him, making him nauseous. Acid green eyes
went wide in terror, and as he turned around, he saw the doctor standing behind
him with a nasty sneer on his face. "Shit..." He went to phase into his spirit
form, but before he could, Muraki snapped his fingers and he found himself
frozen in place. "W-what did you do to me?" he asked, a definite note of fear
in his voice as he watched the other move closer to him.
Muraki chuckled darkly. "I can't have you running off on me now, can I?" he
remarked as he drew the other into his arms. "Not when we have so much to do."
His eyes lidded slightly as his smile widened. "And here I thought I'd have to
leave a calling card for Tsuzuki. Really, you're far too kind to him, sparing
him the guilt he'd feel at the loss of one of his so-called innocents."
"What are you going to do?" Hisoka asked, feeling almost like he might throw up
as he caught the faint scent of the doctor's aftershave, and felt his hands
upon him.
The doctor merely smiled. "I'm going to give Tsuzuki a Christmas present. And
you're going to help me."
"Like hell!" Hisoka tried to struggle, but it was to no avail. And, when he
realized that Muraki was teleporting them both somewhere, he mentally called
out for his partner, already knowing that the effort was futile. The amethyst-
eyed shinigami was too far away, too distracted, and very likely too drunk to
even take notice. Moments later, he found himself in what looked like a hotel
room - it was far too generic and impersonal to belong to the doctor. At least,
Hisoka had always believed that Muraki would be rather discriminating in his
decorating tastes if the expensive, custom-made clothing was anything to go by.
"Ah, perfect," Muraki drawled as he released the teen, and he chuckled as he
watched the panic once again flit across the boy's face when he found he
couldn't move. "Don't panic, Kid," he said as he shrugged out of his coat and
suit jacket. "Within, oh, three hours or so, you should be just fine." He
chuckled as he removed his tie. "That's the theory, anyway. I've never tried
this particular spell before, but it seems to be rather effective, don't you
think?" Rolling up his sleeves, he once again approached Hisoka. "So, shall we
get started then?" Taking advantage of the boy's paralysis, he moved in front
of him, and he arched a brow when he saw the knitted sweater with the reindeer
face on it. "How cute. And yet, exceedingly nauseating." With that, he grasped
the hem and tugged the garment off the boy, tossing it to the side. He smirked
when he saw the teen's nipples peak in the cool air of the room, and he almost
reverently ran his fingertips over the bright red curse marks that had
blossomed across Hisoka's torso. "You really are a beautiful boy," he remarked.
"Death has only enhanced your perfection. And now, you really are, quite
literally, my own personal doll." To emphasize his point, he moved the teen's
arms around, posing them slightly to the sides, palms up.
Hisoka could feel the darkness in Muraki's spirit, and when he felt the
doctor's hands undoing his jeans and the sheer malevolent pleasure that
resulted, a tear escaped unbidden down his cheek. "Please," he whispered, and
when the other showed no intention of stopping, he shouted it. "Please stop!"
Muraki huffed impatiently at the yell, and he paused in his task for a moment.
An almost gentle smile curved his lips upward as he lightly brushed the tear
away with the pad of his thumb, and leaning in close so that their mouths were
almost touching, he purred, "I can't do that. Not when I have you here and
we're having such fun. But, I can't have you calling attention to our goings-
on; that just wouldn't do at all." Leaving the teen for a moment, he pulled a
shiny red Christmas tree ornament from a bag he had on the bed and carried it
back to the boy. His eyes narrowed a little in contemplation, and then he stuck
it in his mouth. "Careful now," he warned. "It's just plastic, but I think you
might want to think twice before you do anything. You see, inside is a little
surprise - a nice shot of hydrofluoric acid. If you bite through that, you
probably won't feel too much of a burn - though it will continue to seep
through your flesh and eventually liquefy the calcium in your bones. I'm fairly
certain that would be uncomfortable." He chuckled when he saw the green eyes
widen. "Of course, if you think I'm lying to you, or that your shinigami
healing powers would work faster than the acid, I suppose you can always take
your chances..."
When the teen merely whimpered in response, Muraki returned to his earlier
task, and once the jeans were unfastened, he pushed them down the slender hips.
Crouching down, he stripped Hisoka of his shoes and socks, then the pants
joined the sweater on the floor. "Hn, you're even more exquisite than I
remembered you being," he commented, and he lightly trailed his tongue along
the inside of his knee and up his thigh to his balls. He pressed a gentle kiss
there, and another on the tip of his cock, and then he stood up, watching in
great delight as more tears leaked from the teen's eyes. "Don't worry. I have
no intention of repeating what happened on that fateful night." Turning his
back on Hisoka, he went back to the bed and brought over the duffle. Setting it
down, he pulled out a string of Christmas lights which had a small battery pack
on the one end. He flicked it on, and smiled as the multicoloured lights lit
up, then began to flash merrily in random patterns. "Quite lovely, don't you
think?" he asked Hisoka as he began to carefully wind the string around the
slender body starting at his feet and going around his torso and neck, and
along his arms, and when he'd finished, he held the battery pack in his hand.
"Hm...so unsightly." He chuckled, and then said, "You may feel a slight
pinch..." Not giving Hisoka time to react, he pressed the small case between
the teen's ass cheeks and part way inside him, effectively hiding the power
source. "Much nicer."
Hisoka's shout died in his throat, the sound swallowed up by the Christmas
ornament in his mouth, and though he knew he couldn't, he tried to struggle
when he felt Muraki touching his bottom. The device was not overly large, but
it was incredibly uncomfortable, and more tears spilled down the teen's cheeks
as he tried not to break the plastic ornament in his mouth. His jaw ached from
having been forced open for so long, and he couldn't help drooling a little,
and when the doctor placed a jaunty Santa cap on his head, he felt his cheeks
burn in humiliation. But it didn't end there. A strand of silver decorative
beads and some green and gold garland was wrapped around him, and a couple of
ornaments were hung off of him. Two were pierced through his nipples, and two
through his ears like gaudy earrings, and he whimpered in pain at that, even
though he could already feel the wounds healing. The rest were suspended more
or less off the other decorations, and as a final touch, a large red bow was
stuck to the centre of his bare chest. When he saw Muraki carry the duffle back
to the bed, he wasn't sure whether to be more relieved or terrified.
"A prettier package I've never seen!" Muraki drawled, and he licked just below
a nipple where a thin trail of blood had started to run. "Mm, quite good, but
you'll never be as good as Tsuzuki." He grinned coldly when he saw the slight
twinge of jealousy and anger that sparked off in the other. "Still..." He
returned to the injured nipple, and he lightly ran his tongue over the nub as
he very gently caressed the teen's cock, chuckling darkly when he felt the
other starting to harden. When he was satisfied that he had Hisoka fully erect,
he dropped to his knees and lightly ran his tongue along the underside,
smirking up at the boy when he heard the pleasured whimper followed by the
stifled sob. Holding his hips, he licked and sucked at his length, occasionally
putting hard love bites on his inner thighs and the lower part of his torso. He
continued until he heard Hisoka's breath catch in his throat, and he purred
when the teen broke down completely as he came.
After swallowing everything the shinigami offered him, he licked his lips
slowly and got to his feet, a very satisfied expression on his face when he saw
the blank expression and the lifeless eyes, and he gently kissed the tears that
continued to stream unbidden down his cheeks. "How beautiful you are, and how
much you remind me of my beloved Tsuzuki when you look like that. What a
perfect doll you are. My ultimate creation." He kissed him softly on the
forehead, the gesture exceedingly affectionate despite the humiliation and
cruelty he had just wrought upon the teen.
After redressing and slipping on his trench coat, he almost lovingly cradled
the other in his arms, and he took the shinigami back to the park he'd found
him in. After positioning him with his arms raised slightly to the sides in
mimicry of a tree, he lit a cigarette. While he smoked it, he sent a quick text
to Tsuzuki:
Merry Christmas to the one that I love. I have a rather remarkable present for
you. You'll find it in Shiba Koen Park. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
~M.
When he was finished, he pulled a card and a red ribbon from his inside coat
pocket, and after writing Tsuzuki's name on the front, he tied it to Hisoka's
still erect length. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he strolled slowly along
the boulevard. He was sure it wouldn't be long before Tsuzuki came to collect
his gift, and he didn't really want to be in plain sight to spoil the surprise.
And besides, there would be other days to reminisce with the shinigami about
the thoughtfulness of his gift. For now, he was content with the knowledge that
he'd likely made the holidays quite memorable for the two most important people
in his life.
They could thank him later.
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