YnM Fanfiction
"Favorite Toy"

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Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Youko Matsushita-sensei.

4-22-2001
Gift Story for 11111 Counter Hitter, Val. Thank you!

04252001 --- The last few paragraphs have been changed.
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WARNING! YAOI, LEMON & ANGST FIC. THERE IS SEX BETWEEN GUYS AND STUFF LIKE THAT, SO DON'T READ FURTHER IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE IDEA. THERE ARE SCENES BETWEEN TSUZUKI & HISOKA AND MURAKI & HISOKA. IT'S A TWO IN ONE, NOT A THREESOME. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

Author's note: This is the 11111 counter hit gift story for Val. Specifications include: Muraki x Hisoka fanfic, yaoi, angst and preferably lemony. I think I lost my sanity somewhere when I wrote this, and it cost me a half day's thought and a delayed media update. But I actually wrote a possible story involving Muraki x Hisoka...

Story takes place between the Kyoto Arc and the Gensoukai Arc.

Favorite Toy
Written by Anonym aka Yen

If love was just love;
If hate was just hate;
Neither would exist.

Hisoka paused and looked back. He was in one of many hallways in JuuOuChou ... I thought I heard something. He looked forward again, then shrugged slightly and continued on his way.

"Hisoka," Someone said behind him, and he whirled about to see Tsuzuki, who stood two paces away from him. His partner smiled at his surprised expression.

"... Tsuzu-"
"Let's go, Hisoka."
"Huh? Go where?"

Sometimes it is difficult to see what is real.

"Tsuzuki, where are we going? ... Tsuzuki?" Hisoka had been pushed back against the wall by Tsuzuki. He stared up at him, his mouth partly opened in shock. Before he could say anything else, Tsuzuki bend down and kissed him.

"You are too impatient," he heard Tsuzuki murmur against his lips. Hisoka's eyes widened in disbelief and turned alarmed when Tsuzuki's arms wrapped around him.

"... No, Tsuzuki." Hisoka pushed Tsuzuki away then winced when Tsuzuki took hold of his wrist in a tight grip. Becoming irritated, Hisoka glared at Tsuzuki, who simply smiled and said, "Thought so. Let's go then, Hisoka."

"Baka!" Hisoka tried to pull his arm away. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" He was completely caught off guard when Tsuzuki suddenly pulled and lifted him bodily into his arms.

"Let's go, Hisoka," Tsuzuki repeated again and walked on, carrying Hisoka.

There is denial when there is desire.

"Tsuzuki..." Hisoka could barely understand what had happened and what was happening. Tsuzuki had taken him to the library and had placed him on one of tables. Now, Tsuzuki was standing between his legs and unzipping Hisoka's trousers. When Tsuzuki touched him, Hisoka yelled and kicked at him.

"Idiot! What do you think you're doing!?!" Hisoka then grimaced in pain when Tsuzuki grabbed his flailing legs and pulled hard, forcing his hips further between Hisoka's thighs.

Hisoka tensed; he could feel too much even through the double sheathing of their clothes. It was useless to move his legs, and it made too much uncomfortable friction.

"Tsuzuki, let go!" Hisoka's hands searched around the table as he glared at Tsuzuki, who stared back unblinking. His fingers found the edges of a book and froze when Tsuzuki bend down to push his mouth against Hisoka's crotch.

Hisoka's control broke, and the thick hard bound dictionary cracked against Tsuzuki's skull. Hisoka's blow was so strong that it knocked Tsuzuki away from him. He sat up quickly, breathing hard. The book fell from suddenly listless fingers to land silently on the library floor.

His breath caught, Hisoka stared at the thick tome. ... Impossible.

A soft amused chuckle from Tsuzuki chilled him. Slowly, he looked to his partner, and saw Muraki instead.

Lips curved, even white teeth gleamed against pale skin. "Since you don't want Tsuzuki-san, I'll take him," Muraki murmured.

Hisoka was ice. He could only look silently at Muraki, who shrugged off his stare then looked around their surroundings. "Hmm... so this is your sanctuary... How pitiful."

"Go away!"
"Now now. Let's be more hospitable-"
"Go away!"
"After all, you invited me here."
"... I did not!"
"Then make me leave, boy."

Hisoka's hands clenched, and he pushed himself off the table. As his feet reached the floor, it turned into a field of cherry blossoms. Fear suddenly paralyzed him.

"How nostalgic..." Muraki's whisper seemed ten times louder. Somehow, Hisoka managed to turn towards him. "Stop this, Muraki!" Happening. It was happening again.

Muraki shrugged again. "This is your dream, not mine." Then, his smile widened, and he approached Hisoka, who backed away. His foot suddenly caught on something, and he fell backwards, landing hard against rough bark. Startled, Hisoka looked up to see the flower ladened branches of a cherry blossom tree.

"No!" He wrapped his arms protectively around him and stared defensively at Muraki, who stopped with an amused expression on his face. Then, Muraki pointed at something beyond the tree behind Hisoka. "Look, boy."

Hisoka knew it was a trap and kept his eyes on Muraki.

Iyaa!

Hisoka paled. Forgetting Muraki, he scrambled to his feet and lurched around to see himself being raped by Muraki.

"STOP IT!!!" Hisoka screamed and ran towards them. Strong arms suddenly wound around him, and he crashed against them, ricocheting back to fall against Muraki. "Stupid boy," he said amusedly, "You can't change what is past."

"LET ME GO!" Hisoka struggled to free himself, but Muraki's embrace had trapped his arms as well. In front of them, his younger self was just as helpless as Muraki began to lick his fingers.

Hisoka almost screamed with himself when those fingers plunged into him.

"MURAKI, STOP!!!"
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A warm wind blows
A part of me away
I hope to find
That part of me someday.
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What is your name, boy?

Hisoka watched himself look at Muraki with a scared hurt look on his face. Then, he turned away, pulling pieces of clothing around his injured body. He started to scream when Muraki pulled them off and lay on top of him again.

"Let me go, Muraki!" Hisoka struggled anew, desperate to help his younger self. He was shocked still when Muraki began to nuzzle his neck.

"No! Bastard, let me go!"

Do you have a favorite toy, boy?

Both Hisokas were very surprised by the question.

Well, do you have a favorite toy?

... Yes.

What do you do with it?

... I play with it.

The younger Muraki smiled and kissed him. I play with my favorite toy too, he said.

... I'm your favorite toy? When Muraki nodded, the boy hesitantly began to return his kisses. His compliance pleased Muraki whose skillful fingers soon made Hisoka quiver and moan. Wide green eyes looked pleadingly at Muraki. They were glazed with innocent wonder. His trembling hands tried to copy, but their bumbling efforts only made the older man laugh.

Hisoka couldn't believe what he was seeing, and Muraki must have sensed his surprise, for he murmured in his ear, "You always did wake up too early from this dream, boy."

"... No! This is not true!" This time, Hisoka got away from Muraki, but only because Muraki let him go. Surprised by the easy escape, Hisoka stumbled, falling awkwardly to his knees. In front of him, just a few paces away, Muraki sucking Hisoka's penis. He could hear himself moan in pleasure and was disgusted by the way his younger self clutched at Muraki's head.

He squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to stand up, but strength refused to return to him. His senses were deadened by what he was witnessing.

"So," he heard Muraki say, "You should sleep easier from now on."

"Shut up!" Hisoka forced himself to his feet and rushed at Muraki. He struck him across the face.

"... Do you feel better now, boy?"

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Again, Hisoka struck Muraki across the face, then again and again until he was too exhausted. He finally had to lean against the sakura tree for support and barely heard Muraki say, "Time for you to wake up."
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There are things I don't know. There are things I want to know. There are things I don't want to know. There are things I thought I knew. There are things I didn't know I wanted to know.
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Hisoka stared up at the building. This is the place Muraki told him to go if he wanted to meet him again. This time in person.

His hands tightened, remembering another thing Muraki had said.

You know, of course, that a favorite toy usually gets broken.

***

"Welcome, boy." Muraki gestured at him to come in and turned away to pour wine into two crystal glasses. Hisoka hesitated for a moment before entering the penthouse and closing the door.

"Here," Muraki walked to him, handing him one of the glasses. "I watered the wine well so you won't get drunk." Hisoka ignored him and the wine glass. Smiling, Muraki downed both glasses before setting them down on the coffee table.

"Are you sure your associates won't miss you, boy?"

"... It's my day off."

"Ah. So we only have today then. So short."

"... What did you do to me?"

"What do you mean do to you, boy? You already know what I did to you. Perhaps, you would like me to do what I did to you again?"

"Shut up! I just want to know if that is what really happened!"

"If you don't trust your own memories, what can I say or do to convince you otherwise."

"... How could you kill so ruthlessly and still..."

"A puppeteer makes a good puppet with care and love, boy."

"... What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what it means. I always take good care of my puppets; otherwise, they won't serve me well."

"I'm not your puppet!"

"So you say. Nevertheless, you are a beautiful doll."

"Stop talking rubbish!"

"Then, let us go on to the main event, boy. That is what you came here for."
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Do you know that some flowers only bloom at night?
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"Do you know why moths go to an open flame?" Hisoka's eyes flickered open and looked up at Muraki, who smiled down at him. He almost couldn't look back up at those amused silver eyes, and he tried to get up, giving up when he realized that he would have to push Muraki off. Awkwardness made Hisoka look away, and he tried to find a more comfortable position. The pillows and sheets were damp with sweat. The silk, though cool, was warmed. It was several moments before he could look back at Muraki.

"... Why?" Hisoka asked. Slowly, hesitantly, his hand rose and touched Muraki's face. He almost pulled away at the glint of satisfaction that appeared in those pale eyes.

"Because they can't resist it," Muraki answered, then he added softly, "You do know you are no longer my favorite toy."

Fin.

This is also a Welcome Back Very Glad You Are Well Gift to Val.

Sequel is possible, but only by counter hit request. Flames, comments, suggestions, corrections? My email address is y_no_m@yahoo.com