Nina (allira_dream) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-26 00:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: allira_dream, f: yami no matsuei, p: hisoka/muraki, september 26 |
Pressing Hard. [Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Hisoka]
Title: Pressing Hard.
Author: allira_dream
Rating: R.
Warnings: Mentions of non-con.
Word count: 300.
Summary: During Hisoka's worst nightmares, Muraki turns into Tsuzuki.
Prompt: Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Hisoka: non-con - remembering the past
Pressing Hard.
During Hisoka's worst nightmares, Muraki turns into Tsuzuki. He gasps, scared and angry as the darkness of his dreams changes into a spring night, the night cool, cherry blossoms falling like snow, twice as cold. And, under it, this Muraki-Tsuzuki stands up, blood on his clothes and a half smirk on his face and he catches him so easily, throws him to the ground and pins him there.
It doesn't feel like Tsuzuki at all, but it's still his face above him as he holds unto his wrist, weight heavy on Hisoka's thighs and feeling so much (lust strength desire fear don't want to and marveling about such a young boy such a sweet little face don't want to want to don't no yes) and his feelings are thick, chocking him, he can hear himself scream and feel the thrill that makes this man and it's not Tsuzuki, it can't be, his hand is rougher and it hurts, it hurts so much, but Tsuzuki's eyes keep on looking and it can't be Tsuzuki, it can't, but it's Tsuzuki's voice and it's calling his name even as he's being split open, legs shoved apart, and power and concern, worry, love and--
When he wakes up, gasping for breath, the scars are red on his skin and Tsuzuki is leaning over him, hands raised as if to touch him but not doing so, his whole expression worried.
Hisoka tries to swallow but his mouth is dry.
“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki doesn't ask if he's alright, knowing the answer. Still, the question lays between them.
He can't make himself to look at him, afraid that he'll change.
“Yeah,” he says instead, moving to sit down, cause some space between him and Tsuzuki, at least for a moment. “It's nothing.”