Yakuza

~Alright, heres chapter 1! Please read and review!

Chapter 1

Glaring at the door, Hisoka slammed it open, startling the maid. She took a step back, clearly frightened of him. Of course she would be, Hisoka thought to himself, as she stuttered out an apology to why she woke him up at five o’clock. All of the maids at this mansion were afraid of him. Because he was a monster.

“All right. Tell Muraki that I’m awake,” he interrupted her tirade of apologies. She nodded, quickly whirling around and hurrying down the steps. Hisoka watched her go, before moving into his bedroom. He didn’t feel like getting up. He just wanted to go back to sleep. He had a hard night last night. Plus his ass still hurt from where that damn man wouldn’t relent and kept thrusting into him, eventually tearing him.

Hisoka collapsed back onto the bed, nuzzling into his pillows. He could hear the din and commotion of the other yakuza members moving around downstairs and on the staircase. Well, he could go back to sleep for a while. Nobody would mind.

He drowsed for a few minutes, beginning to fall asleep, when his door suddenly banged open. The blond jumped in the bed, eyes flashing open in panic. His eyes latched onto the figure in his doorway, his face paling as he recognized who was standing there.

“I thought you were awake. You should have been ready by now, boy.” The silver-haired man stared down at him coldly. Hisoka swallowed nervously, eyes focusing on the men in dark suits behind Muraki, before he focused onto the yakuza leader again.

He flinched as the man’s angry emotions overwhelmed his own, slowly seeping into his mind. He backed up until he reached the head board, his heart beginning to beat wildly in his chest. Muraki and the men were still standing in the doorway, the silver haired man’s eyes holding a malice look from the morning sun bouncing off of them.

The yakuza leader nodded his head, and two of the men in suits walked to the bed, reaching for the blond. Hisoka shook his head, scooting away from them, and stumbling out of bed, the sheets tangling in his legs and causing him to crash to the floor in an unruly heap. A small noise escaped the teenager as he tried to scramble away from the approaching hands, but froze when he saw a pair of shiny, white shoes enter his vision. The blond slowly looked up, meeting his master’s eyes that shone with amusement as he was suddenly grabbed and hauled onto the bed. One of the men held his arms and wrists down over his head while the other held his legs down. Muraki walked over, reaching out, and gently ran his hand down the blond’s stomach, feeling the younger male’s muscles twitch.

“So beautiful..I don’t see why you continue to disobey my orders. Especially one this simple,” the silver haired man whispered, digging his nails into the teen’s stomach, earning a cry of pain. He stared into wide, emerald eyes that held fear, betrayal, and anxiety. Deep inside him, Muraki felt satisfaction that he could instill these feelings into the younger boy. He leaned down, ghosting his lips over the smaller male’s ones, feeling them trembling gently.

“Don’t be afraid, doll, I’ll treat you delicately.” He slid his hand underneath the teen’s shirt, feeling Hisoka tense up, but chose to ignore it. The warmth of the pale skin warmed his hand, as he continued to roam it over the stomach, marking his territory. A smirk crossed his face, as he saw the blond flinch, his breath beginning to pick up. Ah, he obviously touched a sensitive spot. Of course he would have to remember where it was, since the boy was his to toy around with.

Hisoka closed his eyes, hating himself. He despised the feelings that Muraki was putting into his body. Hated every minute those long, cold, torturous fingers touched his skin. He jumped as the man that was holding his wrists, shifted them to one hand, and with his other reached forward untying his pajama pants. His emerald irises flew open, panic surging through his body. NO! He wasn’t going to let this happen. His body was still sore from the other yakuza leader.

“ Muraki! Don’t--” The pale face was thrown to the side as the silver haired man lowered his hand. The pale cheek was now sporting a bright red hand mark and was burning from the force of the hit. Wide, emerald irises stared at the wall in shock. ‘He..he hit me..’ Hisoka thought to himself, feeling tears prick his eyes. He hadn’t got hit since he was younger. When he had first been sold to this monster. Suddenly there was a hand stroking the mark and Hisoka flinched away from the touch.

“Now, now, Hisoka. Don’t be like that.” Muraki kissed the mark gently, his hand stroking down the flat stomach and over the soft, blond pubic hair that led to the more intimate treasure that belonged to the teenager. Hisoka closed his eyes, his chest moving more rapidly as he felt the other man’s soft, mesmerizing touch so close to his manhood. He dabbed at his lips with his tongue, his nerves on edge, his cheek still burning from the slap, yet being soothed at the same time by the silver haired man’s hand.

“Why do you disobey me, doll?”

No response. Muraki cocked his head to the side, a chuckle rising from his chest. His hand slipped lower, brushing against the half-erect manhood causing Hisoka to flinch and try to clench his legs shut, but the yakuza member’s grip tightened and forced the legs to stay on the bed.

“Answer me now, Hisoka,” the older male commanded, sitting on the bed beside the blond. The yakuza member spread the blond’s legs wider as Muraki leaned forward running a finger gently up the teen’s erection slowly. Hisoka jolted up, trying to get closer to the touch but trying to get away from it at the same time.

“I-I don’t know….” he whispered, his head falling to the side, his body pulsing with arousal and desire. He distantly heard a chuckle from Muraki before a fist engulfed his manhood. Emerald eyes flashed open, and Hisoka let out a moan. The men that were holding him down had to get a better grip on him as Muraki began to pump him faster.

“I know why…you want to be free. Free like the people that walk past you on the street,” Muraki whispered in his ear, his hot breath caressing the delicate skin on his neck. “But you never will be. You’re mine for eternity. Mine to play with. Mine.”

Hisoka gasped, arching his back slightly, his head thrown back as raw pleasure hit him. He was so close. But damn it. Muraki slowly released him, raising his wet slicked hand and licking it. The man reached between the teen’s legs and pressed against the tight ring of muscles. Hisoka’s breath got caught in his throat and he let out a groan, his head moving back and forth slowly on the pillow.

“If you expect me to be gentle, doll, then you’re in for a surprise.”

Suddenly he was engulfed in pain as the silver haired man thrust into his small body. Hisoka hadn’t been expecting the man to somehow maneuver his way between his legs and into his body. A cry of pain escaped him as he felt the hands that had been holding him down retreat and Muraki grasp onto his wrists. The man’s hot breath beat against his face as he thrust in and out of him.

It was hell for Hisoka. He felt himself tear at the intrusion and blood begin to slowly seep down his thighs. He moved his head to the side to avoid the hot breath , staring at the wall. A cry escaped him as Muraki released his wrists and placed his hands on his hips, moving his body with the thrusts. There would be bruises tomorrow, he was sure of it.

The blond clenched his muscles down, praying that it would bring Muraki closer to climax. Emerald eyes widened as he was suddenly on top of Muraki and Muraki was leaning against the headboard smirking up at him. “I want to watch you ride me, boy.”

Hisoka swallowed, closing his beautiful emerald eyes, clamping his knees together, feeling the organ inside of him move deeper inside of him at that motion. He lifted his hips until only the tip of the manhood was inside of him, then went down all the way until he felt the soft feeling of the silver pubic hair against his pale skin. The sixteen year old was burning up. His erection had begun to slowly droop, but then had come back with a vengeance once Muraki let Hisoka take control.

The blond could still feel the fingers digging into his waist as he continued to ride the yakuza leader. Soft pants escaped his own petal like lips as he gave away to pleasure. He could barely feel the blood that had slicked the manhood and made it easier for it to enter his body as he rode the man.

Muraki had his eyes closed and his head back, breathing heavily. He tightened his grip on the blond as he pulled him close, sinking his teeth into the mark on his neck, once again claiming him as he came, his essence staining Hisoka from the inside. Hisoka threw his head back, eyes widening as spasms took over his body. He collapsed onto the man, panting heavily and worn out.

“Hmm, that was fun, wasn’t it, doll?” Muraki shifted, his manhood slipping out of the boy’s body as he pushed Hisoka away from him. Even though he hated Muraki, Hisoka couldn’t help but feel used as he was pushed away and sat in the middle of the bed. Muraki buttoned his pants and slid his shirt on, looking up at the blond.

“Listen to me now and get ready. We’re going to go meet one of my partners,” he ordered, nodding at the two yakuza members to wait at the front door of the building. They nodded and left the room, but not before their eyes burned their lust into Hisoka’s small frame. The said blond shuddered, curling his arms around his small frame. After a few seconds, he sat up and walked to the closet, picking out clothes. He fixed his orange shirt and grabbed his jean jacket quickly slipping it over his body.

Muraki wrapped an arm around the blond’s shoulders, leading him out of the room. They walked to the landing and waited as the yakuza leader talked to a few men giving them orders for the day. Hisoka glanced to the other room, staring at the countless eyes that watched him. Always watched him with lust almost dripping out of their very pores. But Hisoka knew they couldn’t touch him .Wouldn’t touch him because if they did, then Muraki would kill them.

When they got to the car, Muraki wavered at the door, looking down at the blond. “Do you need to change your pants? Just in case that you bled through?” he asked, smirking, resting his hand on the blond’s ass and squeezing.

Hisoka’s eyes widened in horror at what Muraki was saying as he pulled away roughly. He glared, taking a step back. “No, I’m fine,” he stated, opening the door and getting in, scooting to the far side of the car. Muraki followed him, chuckling at Hisoka’s antics.

“Fine. I was just looking out for your well-being. If you bleed through then don’t come crying to me because everybody is laughing at you.” The man leaned back, pulling Hisoka to his side, his fingers gently stroking the teen’s thigh. The blond tensed up but didn’t move away. He looked out the window, watching the people walk down the sidewalks almost like they had no care in the world. How he wished he could be. Without a care in the world.

“When we reach the building, Hisoka, I’m going into a meeting. I want you to stay in the lobby until I’m done. Is that clear?” Muraki asked, grasping onto the pale chin and forcing his head up so that they made eye contact. Hisoka nodded, yanking his head back.

“Just wait in the lobby like last time. I didn’t move then, and I won’t move now.”

“Good. Because if you do then you know the punishment, doll.”
Hisoka cringed slightly when he heard that name. He utterly despised how Muraki called him doll or boy or some other pet name that he could come up with. As the building came into view, the silver haired yakuza leader released him, and picked up a folder, opening it to make sure he had all the necessary documents.

The door opened and they stepped out, earning glances from the passer-bys but other than that, nobody paid attention. As they entered the lobby Hisoka noticed that it was crowded with teenage to middle aged men that were either standing or sitting at a table chattering away. Although they looked like regular workers, they were actually yakuza. Hisoka walked past them, ignoring the stares, whistles, and other obscene noises that he received.

He sat down at a table that overlooked the street outside and watched the people walk past. Those wonderful ignorant people. What he wouldn’t give to be like them. He sighed, looking away not wanting to bring himself down because of that thought. He watched as the silver haired yakuza leader greeted an older looking man, shaking his hand with a smile on his face. The man’s eyes slid over to the blond, smiling at him, before looking back at Muraki.

A shiver swept through Hisoka at that look. He knew that if Muraki really wanted to have a business deal with this man then he would stop at nothing to get it. Even by selling Hisoka for one night. The two men turned toward the elevator and got on it quickly, going to an unknown floor to talk. The blond sighed, looking down at the table. Great. Now he was stuck at this small table, surrounded by perverted men, and nothing to do. How fun.

His emerald gaze swept to the street again and he watched the men and women swarming around. He could envision himself down there, walking with them, having no worries about his ass hurting because of some perverted man or having to worry about not being stabbed to death by some no name yakuza. A sigh escaped the sixteen year old and he leaned his chin on fist as he continued to watch the people.

“What the fuck is your problem, man?!” A man shouted, standing up, slamming his hands down onto the table. The room had gotten quiet and everybody was looking toward the two bickering men. Hisoka ignored them. Even without his empathy he could tell that this was fake. They only wanted attention. An idea suddenly came to him as the men began throwing punches and everybody’s attention was on them.

He could sneak out. Sneak out for a while and then come back and act like he hadn’t even moved. Muraki wouldn’t get out of his meeting until an hour or so and that was more than enough time for Hisoka to get outside and look around then come back. With his mind made up, the blond stood, heart thudding in his chest. Although he was extremely nervous, Hisoka never let it flash across his face. Fear was weakness.

The blond skirted around the group of men that were crowded in a large circle and took off for the exit. He could hear the men yelling at each other in the background as he ran through the door and into the street. His emerald eyes widened as people brushed against him, glaring at him or cussing him out for not moving. Their thoughts swarmed around in his head, but he quickly put up a shield. He swallowed, beginning to walk down the street, not knowing where he was going, but quite enthralled that he had bested Muraki, even if the man was in a meeting.

At the moment he was free. Free to walk and talk just like normal people. Behind him, in the building he had just exited, a man was standing beside a window, holding aside the curtains and watching the young boy walk. Muraki smiled as he dropped the curtain. He turned toward the man, eyes glinting. A smile creeped across his face as he sat down and began his negotiations. Oh, the boy was going to pay when he got back. And by the time he was finished, Hisoka would wish that he was dead.

~And thats the end of chapter 1. Nothing really good, except for the yaoi scene..kinda..X_x. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think! I don't know when chapter 2 is going to be up, but I'll try to finish it soon!