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(Continued from this thread I'll link if I get around to finding it)

[Time didn't mean much in the underworld. People suffered, and others ensured that the suffering were subject to new tortures daily. And now that the one who'd killed Sargatanas had settled into his rightful place, things didn't really change. Some demons camer to him for tactical advice, while others were merely intent on murdering him to take his position for their own. It was a whirlwind power struggle that left no room for escape attempts. They were watched by too many at all times.

Hisoka was understood to be Tsuzuki's pet, and left mostly untouched after his initial initiation. A shinigami was a rare creature to own, and quite the status symbol. Visiting demons would discuss business and plans with General Tsuzuki while staring lustily at the barely-dressed boy at his feet. Many asked to borrow it for the experience.

It was during a rare reprieve that Hisoka crawled along the hot brimstone and dared look Tsuzuki in the eye.]

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I wasn't going to let you read.

[He wasn't going to risk Hisoka's safety like that. Though on the other hand, he knew there were some demons who would be intimidated by the idea of a smart slave. It would mean that Tsuzuki was more powerful than they thought, to be able to handle someone like that. The thought was appealing.

The leash was made with well-oiled leather and had some few, small spikes on the inside, to keep the wearer on his toes. Tsuzuki placed it on Hisoka, stealing a glance at just how well it suited him. It made his insides feel funny, though he tried to deny it.

He grinned mischievously, tugging Hisoka closer by the leash. When compared to the knives and the whips, Tsuzuki practically liked it. At least it didn't cause permanent harm to the wearer.]

Just focus on me, then. I will not let you down. --And tell me if they touch you. I won't allow that.

[Hisoka grimaced ad the familiar prick of the sharp collar. The constant threat of pain always improved his posture while he wore it, leaving him unable to slouch or fully rest without pain nipping at his throat.]

Right. Of course you wouldn't. [There was the faintest hint of longing in Hisoka's tone then; the library in hell was one of the greater pains. Books beyond limit, and yet daring to open one himself would result in impossible suffering.

He didn't even yelp when the leash was tugged and nipped him into motion. He simply followed as he was led.]

Yes, Master. [He announced it in the innocent pitch he used in front of an audience, just in case an ear was close to the door they approached.] You're really smart to read all those books. They don't even have pictures! I'm a very lucky pet to have such a smart Master.

[Tsuzuki smiles wryly. Had they been home, Hisoka's comment would have definitely been seen as heavy sarcasm. Here, Tsuzuki realized it sounded disturbingly sincere.

As they went through the door, Tsuzuki improved his own posture, looking more graceful and lethal. One skill he rarely used, aside from when he summoned his shikigami, was his talent to demand attention, but in hell he had refined it into something even sharper. He looked like he demanded fear and respect.]

And don't you forget it.

[On the inside, he was shivering and vulnerable, despite his confident shell. He pulled on the leash, but it was because he needed Hisoka to be close, not because he wanted to inflict pain on him.

A minor demon watched them intently as they walked past, before slowly following in Hisoka's wake, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. Tsuzuki hated it, but Hisoka had that kind of an effect on creatures from hell. It seemed like they could sense him, the way predators notice easy prey.]

[Hisoka didn't ever notice the demons he attracted. Even after all this time, the rest of his senses couldn't manage to grow sharper in response to his increasingly myopic empathy. Demons were a blind spot, and thoroughly invisible as he happily trotted beside Tsuzuki. His eyes were riveted on his partner's face, expression wide-eyed and full of unconditional adoration. He needed Tsuzuki to sense what he couldn't, which meant leaning harder on Tsuzuki's psyche, which left him sure he needed to lean on Tsuzuki even more.]

Master? Is it all right to speak? [Starting conversation would give Tsuzuki a reason to look around. Hisoka always tried to find a reason to bring his attention to the rest of their surroundings. It was also a signal that his leash had drawn blood and that he'd like a moment to let it heal over.]

[The scent of blood only seemed to excite the demon following them, a low, rumbly sound escaping its throat as it hid behind a boulder. Tsuzuki knew what it meant the second he heard it. With an impatient gesture, he guided Hisoka to the wall, where tentacles happily reached out for him.]

"Go ahead."

[Beneath the haughty tone was a layer of real love. All of the things he did was rooted in that, even the things that ended in Hisoka's abuse. His glare looked bored to the casual observer. If they had looked closer they would have seen him sneak a hand up Hisoka's thigh, before groping him through his clothes.]

[Hisoka trembled under Tsuzuki's hand, thoroughly relaxed even with the ambient threat of tentacle rape lurking nearby. All things considered, the tentacles tended to be the best case scenario down here.]

I just wanted to tell you I love you! [He grinned, looking very much as though he'd never been troubled by an errant thought in his life. Anything to stretch this break out for a bit longer.]

[He continued to idly play with Hisoka's member as he listened for the demon's movement. The casual sadism of putting Hisoka at the mercy of the tentacles and the tension that came from the imminent fight made Tsuzuki tense up. The tentacles lovingly twisted around the empath's arms and legs, one or two snaking beneath his clothes, dripping with saliva.]

I know you do. You pitiful little thing. Now do you have something important to tell me, or were you just wasting my precious time?

[The demon that followed them watched the situation attentively, a small growly sound in the back of its throat. It wouldn't mind having a sweet little slave like Hisoka around, and Tsuzuki didn't look that large. It lurked forward slowly, debating how to kill him. Tsuzuki, on the other hand, took a hold of his knife.]

[Hisoka was beyond flinching at the wet contact. It was routine by now. And Tsuzuki was here to protect him if anything got out of hand. He didn't resist their pull, nor Tsuzuki's. It was still better than being with a demon.]

. . . I love yous aren't important?

[Of course 'i love you's were never unimportant, and Tsuzuki fell momentarily out of character when faced with having to say something so cold. His eyelids fluttered helplessly, his expression showing something like pain. It was that little distraction the demon needed. It lunged forward claws extended and nearly tore Tsuzuki's arm off. He staggered to the size, clutching his arm, resting against a different part of the wall. Even still, his main focus was on Hisoka, who was now vulnerable.]

Get away from him!

[Trembling from the pain, he tried to locate the knife that had gotten lost in the attack. The demon, not believing its luck, staggered straight to Hisoka's side, grabbing his face forcefully.

"Say hello to your new master, pet."]

[Damn it, Tsuzuki. He should've known how this conversation was supposed to go by now. He let the tentacles tug at his limbs, relaxing into the bondage--

And then everything went wrong. There was a demon attacking, grabbing, being too rough in all the wrong ways. It triggered a blind panic in Hisoka, the terror that this time might be like the last time. That he would be thrown into otherworldly tortures until he couldn't remember his name. That Tsuzuki might be out of his league this time and they'd both be trapped here forever.

And then his panic was rushing out in waves of powerful magic, the raw unchanneled energy Hisoka possessed but could never access on command. It was too bright and too pure and it burned out, searing and charring flesh.]

[Tsuzuki knew it was coming, so he got just enough time to shield his face before the flash. The demon wasn't quite so lucky, and howled in pain as its face and chest turned black from the injury. It couldn't locate Hisoka in its terror, it only slashed out blindly.

The tentacles that had held Hisoka up so securely also released him with a violent push, since they had an aversion to that kind of attack.

Tsuzuki pushed himself up to a standing position, limping over to Hisoka's side. Luckily, his shinigami powers meant he healed fast enough to be useful. Instead of leaving Hisoka on the floor, he gathered him up in his arms.

A larger demon stood behind the injured one, smirking. It looked like they knew each other, as they had similar clothing. It kicked the smaller, making the blinded demon whimper in pain.

"Pathetic."

Tsuzuki got to his feet, carrying his partner. Unfortunately, he recognized the other demon as a high-ranking one, which was why he fell silent. The danger they were suddenly in became apparent to him.

"Are you out walking your pet?"

"Yes."

It stepped dangerously near. "It seems you've worn it out already. Why don't we go to my place."

Tsuzuki clutched Hisoka nearer, clenching his jaw. "...Certainly."]

[Once the demon was propelled away, Hisoka smiled softly. Even though he proceeded to sink exhausted to the floor, and even though his ability to defend himself any further would be horribly muted, he smiled. Tsuzuki was still there to rely on. It didn't matter that he'd grown hard and nervous.

Hisoka lay limp in his partner's arms as the demons rasped at him in their guttural voices. He was too dazed to follow the thread of conversation, but Tsuzuki's body was pleasant and comforting enough. He let out a soft sigh and did what he could to curl into his partner's chest. Tsuzuki's emotions were too difficult to read now. He'd catch up on everything later.

After a nap, perhaps.]

[It was probably for the best that Hisoka lost consciousness.
The demon's interest in him was all to clear, and Tsuzuki'd distress at realizing it would have hurt him if he were awake.

Tsuzuki held him securely over his shoulder, watching the demon with a mix of fear and watchfulness as they went to the other's rooms. Tsuzuki knew it was a huge risk to take, but without his weapons there was little he could do to intimidate the other demon away.

"Why don't you strap him down there. My slave just cleaned the blood off."

"Great idea."]

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[Hisoka did nothing to object the handling, even though he stirred partly through the trip into the demons' lair.]

...Master?

[It was a soft whisper to signify he'd woken and could use a status update. What happened while he'd been blacked out? And was there a plan to make it un-happen?]

[The hand that lands possessively on the small of his back is not Tsuzuki's, it's the owner of the strange, wooden-horse like contraption that Hisoka's tied to. The lack of emotions gave a clear warning, just before the cold slice of claws trail down his backside. Tsuzuki steps forward, standing in his partner's line of sight. His face shows that he's trying very hard to keep the facade of anger on. There is even some real fury there, though it's directed at himself.]

You're finally awake.

[He bites back a scream at the feel of a sharp claw against his naked back. He whimpers instead, testing the restraints.]

I don't understand... Have I done something wrong, Master?

[Idiot. Fix this!]

Why would anything be wrong?

[Tsuzuki runs his fingers through Hisoka's hair, in a way that's both affectionate and deeply possessive. He knows it's frightening, and despite being calm as a sea on the surface, he was thinking hard on how to fix this mess just beneath. He's not counting on Hisoka breaking lose from the horse too easily. Those cuffs looked solid.]

Have you met my... associate before? It is quite an honour that he's taken an interest in my playthings.

[As if encouraged by the words, the demon steps forward, so that if Hisoka strains he'll be able to see some of him. --Much to Tsuzuki's alarm.]

[Hisoka's whimpers grow more plaintive.]

But Master.. I'm not supposed to let anyone but you touch me. I don't want to make you mad again just because I'm a dirty slut who keeps fucking everything.

[Tsuzuki stiffens, a sure sign that what was said was the wrong thing. The demon only smirks, it's fangs glinting dangerously in the half-light of its home.]

It sounds to me like you can't keep your little bitch in line.

[The demon's hands land on the middle of Hisoka's back, pushing him down properly.]

Let me show you how it's done.

[Tsuzuki can't do anything to help him now, at least not without blowing his hard cover. All he can do is keep his hand on Hisoka's head while the demon leans down to lick his ear. Its hands roam down the empath's sides, until they end up groping him roughly.]

[Hisoka tends to assume that playing stupid and vulgar is the easiest way to portray himself as well-trained. But then there are paws in places nobody should touch, until he curls into the possessive gripping. His body can't tell the difference between Tsuzuki's hands and anyone else's, and this is a game they've performed for audiences in the past. He moans and grows hard immediately, straining against his restraints.]

Master please... Please don't be upset with me.

[You're not fixing this.]

[The demon pushes ahead, biting down on the soft skin of Hisoka's neck. His sharp teeth pierces the skin all too easily.]

[Something simply snaps in Tsuzuki at the sight of Hisoka being fondled so violently by the demon. His face twitches in rage, and it's only the fear of accidentally hurting Hisoka that keeps him from trying to physically wrestle the demon off.]

[It chuckles, it's body writhing against Hisoka's backside. It doesn't take long before it's hard as well, spreading his cheeks in order to penetrate him.]

Use of his mouth.

[Hisoka cries out at the fangs piercing his tender neck, even as his back arches in preparation of penetration. His muscles grow stiff and rigid, steeling themselves for the incoming penetration.

When the growling voice speaks, Hisoka's mouth drops open without struggle. This was necessary violence. Maybe it was even violence he deserved on some level.]

[Tsuzuki's mind objected immediately, worrying about Hisoka's emotional stability. It's slowly being drowned out by a strange mix of survival instinct and desire. He strokes the hair out of Hisoka's face, imagining kissing him. That's what makes him hard, not the violent scene in front of him (though a part of him is turned on by it, which is greatly disturbing to him.]

Let this be a lesson to you.

[It's not clear whether he talks to himself or Hisoka. He certainly blames himself for getting them into this situation.

The demon simply doesn't care about this talking. He wants to see them both suffer. As Hisoka takes him in, he grips his throat ever so lightly, cutting off his air supply for a few seconds.]

[Hisoka's grown to expect choking as part of the routine by now. It's common knowledge that shinigami can go without air longer than humans can, after all. He gags and thrashes against the hand, but the fight leaves him just as quickly.

He sinks limply onto the horse supporting him, letting himself be stuffed full at both ends like any other utilitarian creature. It's only made his erection throb harder.]

[Both participants ignore Hisoka's aching member, too caught up in the moment to tease him. The demon desires to humiliate him first and foremost, and Tsuzuki's emotions are troubled as always. The way his throat tightens and trembles around his cock feels is such bliss, he can't help himself from sliding forward. It makes him feel terrible that he's enjoying it, but that guilt makes him want an orgasm even more.]

[The demon, however, enjoys the way Hisoka struggles beneath him. He holds on to his throat just long enough for it until he's convinced Hisoka must be seeing dots, but then he eases up enough that Hisoka may gulp down some oxygen between Tsuzuki's thrusts. It's not a mercy. He simply needs his claws free to leave more marks on Hisoka's back as he fucks him raw.]

[Hisoka's eyes roll back in his head as his body is pumped erratically in both directions. He lets out a small wordless sound as Tsuzuki's desire blends into the suffocation and searing pain.

He tries to move his hipe, to shift back against the plowing demon cock and force it deeper, to make it hurt more. Likewise, he cranes his neck to take the rest of the cock into his mouth, even though the penishead scrapes against the back of his throat and blocks his windpipe. It feels too good for his body's gag reflex to object.

And it's with Tsuzuki. Everything's safe with Tsuzuki. Even when things get bloody.]

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