Yakuza

Hey everyone! Sorry for the late update again….Chris and Jake decided to get into a fight with one of their friends and Chris broke his hand or wrist or whatever it was. And Jake’s face is all black and blue and looks horrible… O_o.

Anyway, here is chapter 10! And I have chapter 11 ready to go but I’m going to let a few people review first and then post it!!! ^_^

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Chapter 10

Fear. That was the first thing that Hisoka felt as he stood there, pinned by Muraki’s gaze. His shoulders twitched and he let out a gasp as he slammed the door shut, quickly locking it.

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as he heard the two men on the other side of the door conversing. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why did Muraki have to come at a time like this? The blond haired teen stumbled away from the door and into the living room, emerald eyes darting around, searching for the phone.

Television. Cup of coffee from Tsuzuki. A plant. Ah! The phone. He darted toward the object, not hearing the tell-tale click of the door being picked and Muraki and his friend entering the apartment.

“Pick up, Tsuzuki. Pick up…” Hisoka mumbled into the phone, tears prickling the edges of his eyes. His heart rate surged faster as the man’s answering machine came on and he opened his mouth to leave an urgent message, when a hand wrapped itself around his mouth and another around his wrist.

A muffled sound came from Hisoka as tears finally escaped his eyes and the phone was wrestled away from him.

“Now, now, Hisoka. Why must you be like that? We are merely here to talk to you. Don’t you want to talk to us?” Muraki taunted as he pulled Hisoka’s head back and stared down into his terrified emerald eyes.

The said blond shook his head as he struggled against the silver-haired man’s grip. No! He wouldn’t be weak this time. He would fight back. Even though it would be useless, at least he was fighting back.

A sigh came from Muraki as the teenager was suddenly slammed against the wall, with the man’s weight pinning him to it. The hand was removed from his mouth as both of the older man’s hands pinned down his frail wrists.

“No! What the hell are you doing, Muraki?” Hisoka yelled, struggling against him. A groan came from above him, and the teenager froze, eyes wide.

“Like I said, we came to talk. You are the one that is giving us trouble. Though, I don’t mind you squirming against me like that…” Muraki drawled, hot breath fanning against Hisoka’s cheek.

“Muraki, if you are going to play around with him, then include me in it,” Sagadalius growled from his position on the other side of the room. The tall, dark-haired man had taken up residence on the far side of the room when they had entered and was currently leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. But with the way that Muraki was playing around with the boy, he was about to crack and just rape the damn boy.

Muraki pulled back, an annoyed frown on his face. He rolled his mismatched eyes as he ignored the protests that Hisoka was emitting and threw the boy onto the couch. Hisoka hit the cushions with an oomph and scooted away from Muraki as fast as he could, glaring at him.

“Now, Hisoka. We both know that you know how to act, so go ahead and do it. This rebellious act is getting on my nerves,” Muraki spoke, hand disappearing into his shirt pocket and pulling out a lighter so he could light up a cigarette.

Hisoka didn’t respond to him, merely kept glaring. The tear tracks were still evident on his cheeks, but, at the moment, he could care less about them. The teenager did not want to remove the two elder men from his vision.

“Sagadalius, you might as well sit down,” Muraki offered, glancing at the dark haired man, blowing out smoke from his cigarette. Sagadalius sneered at him, but did as the man asked and sat down on a chair.

“Have you been getting friendly with Mr. Detective, Hisoka?” A flinch was his answer, which was good enough for him to continue on. “ That’s all fine and dandy, but I want you to get closer to him. Perhaps use that cute, little ass of yours and seduce him.”

Hisoka tensed up as he listened to the yakuza leader talk. What the man was saying was making him livid, but he couldn’t speak at the moment, since his blood pressure was still high and fear was currently enabling him from moving.

“ I have done some research on the detective, Asato Tsuzuki, and I have found some….startling results. It makes me more interested in him. My tastes in you have dwindled down to almost nothing, since I have had you in many ways. So, once I get Tsuzuki, I will give you to my dear friend here, Sagadalius.”

Hisoka jolted backwards, anger evident in his eyes and features.

“How dare you, bastard? Who are you to come in here and make deman-” he shouted, but groaned, emerald irises clenched shut as his weak empathy walls suddenly wavered and emotions flooded in. He wavered slightly, before falling onto his side, breath coming out in fast pants.

“Mmmm, Muraki, can I just have a small taste of him? Just a small one, please,” Sagadalius groaned out, his erection straining against his pants. He got to his feet, and made his way over to the coach to tower over the blond teenager. He hesitated, waiting for Muraki to give his approval or decline, but when nothing reached his ears, he smirked, and moved forward, landing above the immobile blond.

Hisoka tensed up, feeling large hands on his waist, moving the shirt up, so warm lips could press searing kisses against his abdomen. A gasp escaped him as the kisses moved lower, those large hands pulling his pants down to get more skin. As the pants moved down below his hips, the blond began to thrash around weakly.

Sagadalius frowned, and raised his hand to smack him, when Muraki spoke up from the chair. “Watch it. You don’t want to leave marks just in case the detective notices.”

Tsuzuki. Where was Tsuzuki? Hisoka’s mind was in a whirlwind as he tried to get himself out of this situation. Muraki wanted to use Hisoka to get to Tsuzuki. Why would Tsuzuki be any use to the Yakuza leader? He was just a useless man that hardly made a worthy income and could not cook worth shit.

The dark-haired man lowered his head, closing his eyes as he nuzzled against Hisoka’s blond pubic hair. The teenager immediately tensed, raising his hands to try to shove the taller man off, but they were grabbed and slammed above his head. Twisting his head to look at who was holding his hands, Hisoka paled as he looked straight into Muraki’s mismatched eyes, gleaming lethally down at him.

“Now, you are in the position to listen to what I ask. You can either stay here and follow what I have said, or we can take you back with us right now and you can start being a whore for Sagadalius. Choose.”

The blond’s heart sank as he listened to what Muraki said. Either choose to be a whore or betray the man that he was beginning to trust. Emerald eyes closed as Hisoka bit his lip, pushing the feeling of Sagadalius touching him to the back of his mind.

Tsuzuki in an apron cooking breakfast, a large smile taking reign of his face flashed through his mind. Those beautiful amethyst eyes that held so much warmth and life suddenly dulled and become devoid of everything that life stood for was the next image that happened to float through his mind. No! He wouldn’t let Tsuzuki become broken like he was. Broken like he is.

Emerald eyes opened, and he focused them once more on the silver-haired man that smiled down at him. Those mismatched eyes that stared unblinkingly down at him held so much to them. They promised pain, pleasure, torture, and things that a normal person would never have heard of. That is, unless the person was related to the Yakuza.

“Alright, Muraki. What do you want me to do?” Hisoka’s voice came out broken, and those beautiful emerald eyes were dulled and devoid of any feeling.

“Mmm, I knew that you would come around, Hisoka.” Muraki whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the blond’s lips, forcing his mouth open, and swiping his tongue around the warm cavern.

Sagadalius looked up from between Hisoka’s legs, his erection pulsing violently against his pants as he watched that broken expression cross over Hisoka’s features. Damn, when the blond teenager was broken, he sure as hell looked sexy. He licked his lips, lowering his head to taste Hisoka, imagining the sweet sounds that he could possibly make the boy emit.

Hisoka arched his back, a groan escaping his mouth, only to be swallowed up by Muraki’s, as the dark-haired man took his manhood into his mouth. His emerald eyes were wide and unseeing as pleasure flooded into his veins, causing his heart to start pounding in response to the adrenaline pumping through him.

Pulling back, Muraki stroked the blond locks that stuck to the teenager’s head, as the boy panted, eyes half-lidded. The boy’s legs were pulled apart, with Sagadalius’s large hands clamped down on the milky thighs as his mouth went to work. Slight twitches and tremors went through the muscles of those pale skinny legs as pleasure was forced onto the blond.

“Ah….N-no…” Hisoka whimpered, arching his back, his orgasm racking his small body and causing him to tremble violently. His warm seed hit the back of Sagadalius’s throat and the man groaned as he swallowed everything Hisoka had to offer.

“Mmm, tastes sweet..” he murmured, his right hand dropping down to Hisoka’s small entrance and tracing it with his pointer finger.

“Sagadalius, that is enough. All you wanted was a small taste and that is what you got,” Muraki spoke up, eyes locking with those of the said man. Sagadalius opened his mouth to argue, but snapped it shut as he looked away. He got up, and made his way to the chair to sit down, seeming almost to pout.

Muraki turned his attention back to Hisoka who laid there, his chest still heaving from his orgasm, his shirt pulled up above his nipples, which were hard, and his pants pulled down low to his calves.

“Back to business with the boy…”


Pulling into his parking spot, Tsuzuki pulled the key out of the engine and leaned his head back against the head rest, closing his eyes. He listened to his own heartbeat and breathing, trying to calm himself down. Rage. Sadness. Disgust. Fear. All those emotions, and more seemed to have taken over his entire being.

The ambulances, screams, and the blood of the wounded seared into his mind, forever imprinting the image to his brain. That was one of the worst things to ever encounter as a detective. Death is almost as horrifying as life.

“Tsuzuki…”

The amethyst eyed man turned to his friend, eyes searching the other man. No words came from him as he stared into the spectacled man’s eyes.

“Tatsumi, I don’t wa-” he began to say, but froze as his friend’s lips attached to his own in a gentle kiss. All thoughts flew out the window as he closed his eyes, leaning into the touch as the taller man reached over, placing a hand behind Tsuzuki’s head to pull the man closer into the kiss.

He knew this was wrong. But with all of the shit that has been going on, shouldn’t he be allowed a little break? Tsuzuki didn’t care right now as that kiss sent sparks throughout his body and he opened his mouth to let Tatsumi’s tongue to enter his mouth.

All thoughts were forgotten as the two kissed; unaware of what was currently going on in Tsuzuki’s apartment at the very moment.


And that’s the end of this chapter!!!! Hope you guys enjoyed it! ^_^. Ahhh, I have been really busy with work, life, Chris and Jake, the kitties, school…oh! I went on this date with this really, really, really, pretty girl. She asked me out! Not the other way around! I was like, “omfg!!!! Somebody who isn’t shy! Somebody who doesn’t care what society thinks!!! Like meeeee!!!!!!” Lol. Yeahh. I’m a really loud and open person in public. So, if you are ever in Georgia and you see a really loud person with two guys that’s me. Hmm, but you should either call out Mokie or Riley. Cuzz it might be another girl. O_o.