Winter's Day
Disclaimer: I disclaim Yami no Matsuei. I don't own it, just immensely enjoy it.
It was winter. Therefore it was cold. Tsuzuki sipped his hot chocolate happily while Hisoka drank his coffee and read from a rather thick fiction book. As with all silent, peaceful, picture-perfect settings, it didn't last long. Tsuzuki leaped up from the posh chair he was sitting in and declared, "Hisoka lets have a snowball fight!"
Hisoka looked up from his book, "Idiot," he said in a slightly cold manner.
"Hisoooooooooka," Tsuzuki whined, "you're always so mean and never do anything fun with me!"
"If you want fun," Hisoka said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, "get Watari up here. He'll snowball fight with you all you want."
"But it's not the same." Tsuzuki whined, trying to put on his best sympathy face.
"It's not going to work Tsuzuki. I'm not getting out in the cold just for your amusement."
"You'll do other things for my amusement," Tsuzuki smirked.
Hisoka blushed at Tsuzuki's last comment. "You shut up now!" Hisoka glared.
"Hisoka," Tsuzuki egged on, "it amazes me how you can be the epitome of kindness in the bed, and then turn into this cold statue," Tsuzuki sighed in a very dramatically, over-the-top manner.
Hisoka slammed his book shut with a loud thud and sat his coffee down. He got up from his chair and walked over to the closet. Tsuzuki blinked, "Are you really gonna do it?"
"Yes," Hisoka grumbled as he slid his winter jacket on and then his gloves.
"I love you Hisoka~!" Tsuzuki cried joyfully.
Hisoka smiled his secretive smile. The emotion of love that Tsuzuki emitted had an extremely heart-warming effect on Hisoka. Acourse, being an empath, Hisoka always sensed Tsuzuki's love and always sensing love directed towards himself warmed him on the inside. That, however, wasn't enough to make him appear as Mr. Rosey Sunshine 24/7.it was only the moments of intense love, like now.or other moments (Hisoka blushed at that thought), that made him warm and.gooey both on the inside and out.
Tsuzuki worked his way into his winter jacket and gloves and dragged Hisoka out into the snowy wonderland. Tsuzuki immediately grabbed up a handful of snow and formed it into a nice ball and hurled it at Hisoka, hitting him square in the back of the shoulder. Hisoka - who had been in the process of making a snowball himself - immediately turned around and hurled one straight back at Tsuzuki hitting him in his chest. This continued for a few minutes until Tsuzuki got another idea.
"Hisoooooooka," he called out again deviantly, "lets build a snowman!"
Hisoka was still riding the emotional high of Tsuzuki's happiness, so he conceded to the building of a snowman without a struggle. Tsuzuki ran inside to the house and came out with a carrot for the nose, some coal he had saved from previous year's Christmas jokes, a hat, and a scarf - a very traditional snowman. Hisoka and Tsuzuki began, and after a while had accomplished the task of rolling and stacking the three parts of the snowman. Tsuzuki then dressed it with the supplies. He backed up a ways to admire the snowman. So it was a little lopsided and had a few, read: large Tsuzuki-induced, flaws, he was proud of it. Very proud. He even glomped Hisoka.well he always glomped Hisoka, but still.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka walked back to their residence and shed their snowy clothing. Hisoka had calmed down from the mood that Tsuzuki's happiness had induced and was back to his usual self. He walked to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Hisoka walked back into the living room to find Tsuzuki lounging on the overstuffed sofa. He had a playful look in his eyes. Playfulness was also the emotion Hisoka was picking up. He pondered what Tsuzuki might be up to.
"I'm sooooooo cold Hisoka," Tsuzuki whined playfully.
"What do you want me to do about it? Go make yourself some hot chocolate."
"But." Tsuzuki looked away playfully bashful.
"Fine," Hisoka grumbled, and walked away to get Tsuzuki a blanket. (He was not going to fool with making hot chocolate.) Hisoka came back, and as he was about to lay the blanket down on Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki's hand found itself around Hisoka's wrist.
"I told you I was cold," Tsuzuki said. The playfulness had now turned into seductive playfulness.
"And.and," the emotion from Tsuzuki was weighing down on Hisoka. It was threatening to turn him into.goo again on the inside, ".that's.what I.was gonna.do."
"Acourse you are," Tsuzuki winked at him and pulled Hisoka down on top of himself.
"Mmmm," Hisoka purred. "You warm yet, Tsuzuki?"
Tsuzuki ran his hands along Hisoka's back, "Quite warm."
Hisoka rubbed his head affectionately against Tsuzuki's chest. Tsuzuki placed his hands firmly on Hisoka and brought him closer to himself. He raised Hisoka's face up to his on, and gave him an intense kiss. The emotions were washing in on Hisoka now. Bliss was probably one of the most accurate words to describe the feeling.
Tsuzuki gently nudged Hisoka off of him and stood up himself. He clasped Hisoka's hand and walked off with him to the bedroom.
Author's note: I didn't write a bedroom scene. Gomen nasai. It'll take a while before I work my way up to writing bedroom scenes. I want to write a good one when I do, so I will practice more ^_^ (writing that is.*sweatdrop* ) But anyways.also if this bad enough to be MSTed (which I pray it isn't) I'd appreciate it if the MST was sent to me via e-mail. It would degrade my ego, but still be humorous ^^;
Disclaimer: I disclaim Yami no Matsuei. I don't own it, just immensely enjoy it.
It was winter. Therefore it was cold. Tsuzuki sipped his hot chocolate happily while Hisoka drank his coffee and read from a rather thick fiction book. As with all silent, peaceful, picture-perfect settings, it didn't last long. Tsuzuki leaped up from the posh chair he was sitting in and declared, "Hisoka lets have a snowball fight!"
Hisoka looked up from his book, "Idiot," he said in a slightly cold manner.
"Hisoooooooooka," Tsuzuki whined, "you're always so mean and never do anything fun with me!"
"If you want fun," Hisoka said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, "get Watari up here. He'll snowball fight with you all you want."
"But it's not the same." Tsuzuki whined, trying to put on his best sympathy face.
"It's not going to work Tsuzuki. I'm not getting out in the cold just for your amusement."
"You'll do other things for my amusement," Tsuzuki smirked.
Hisoka blushed at Tsuzuki's last comment. "You shut up now!" Hisoka glared.
"Hisoka," Tsuzuki egged on, "it amazes me how you can be the epitome of kindness in the bed, and then turn into this cold statue," Tsuzuki sighed in a very dramatically, over-the-top manner.
Hisoka slammed his book shut with a loud thud and sat his coffee down. He got up from his chair and walked over to the closet. Tsuzuki blinked, "Are you really gonna do it?"
"Yes," Hisoka grumbled as he slid his winter jacket on and then his gloves.
"I love you Hisoka~!" Tsuzuki cried joyfully.
Hisoka smiled his secretive smile. The emotion of love that Tsuzuki emitted had an extremely heart-warming effect on Hisoka. Acourse, being an empath, Hisoka always sensed Tsuzuki's love and always sensing love directed towards himself warmed him on the inside. That, however, wasn't enough to make him appear as Mr. Rosey Sunshine 24/7.it was only the moments of intense love, like now.or other moments (Hisoka blushed at that thought), that made him warm and.gooey both on the inside and out.
Tsuzuki worked his way into his winter jacket and gloves and dragged Hisoka out into the snowy wonderland. Tsuzuki immediately grabbed up a handful of snow and formed it into a nice ball and hurled it at Hisoka, hitting him square in the back of the shoulder. Hisoka - who had been in the process of making a snowball himself - immediately turned around and hurled one straight back at Tsuzuki hitting him in his chest. This continued for a few minutes until Tsuzuki got another idea.
"Hisoooooooka," he called out again deviantly, "lets build a snowman!"
Hisoka was still riding the emotional high of Tsuzuki's happiness, so he conceded to the building of a snowman without a struggle. Tsuzuki ran inside to the house and came out with a carrot for the nose, some coal he had saved from previous year's Christmas jokes, a hat, and a scarf - a very traditional snowman. Hisoka and Tsuzuki began, and after a while had accomplished the task of rolling and stacking the three parts of the snowman. Tsuzuki then dressed it with the supplies. He backed up a ways to admire the snowman. So it was a little lopsided and had a few, read: large Tsuzuki-induced, flaws, he was proud of it. Very proud. He even glomped Hisoka.well he always glomped Hisoka, but still.
Tsuzuki and Hisoka walked back to their residence and shed their snowy clothing. Hisoka had calmed down from the mood that Tsuzuki's happiness had induced and was back to his usual self. He walked to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Hisoka walked back into the living room to find Tsuzuki lounging on the overstuffed sofa. He had a playful look in his eyes. Playfulness was also the emotion Hisoka was picking up. He pondered what Tsuzuki might be up to.
"I'm sooooooo cold Hisoka," Tsuzuki whined playfully.
"What do you want me to do about it? Go make yourself some hot chocolate."
"But." Tsuzuki looked away playfully bashful.
"Fine," Hisoka grumbled, and walked away to get Tsuzuki a blanket. (He was not going to fool with making hot chocolate.) Hisoka came back, and as he was about to lay the blanket down on Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki's hand found itself around Hisoka's wrist.
"I told you I was cold," Tsuzuki said. The playfulness had now turned into seductive playfulness.
"And.and," the emotion from Tsuzuki was weighing down on Hisoka. It was threatening to turn him into.goo again on the inside, ".that's.what I.was gonna.do."
"Acourse you are," Tsuzuki winked at him and pulled Hisoka down on top of himself.
"Mmmm," Hisoka purred. "You warm yet, Tsuzuki?"
Tsuzuki ran his hands along Hisoka's back, "Quite warm."
Hisoka rubbed his head affectionately against Tsuzuki's chest. Tsuzuki placed his hands firmly on Hisoka and brought him closer to himself. He raised Hisoka's face up to his on, and gave him an intense kiss. The emotions were washing in on Hisoka now. Bliss was probably one of the most accurate words to describe the feeling.
Tsuzuki gently nudged Hisoka off of him and stood up himself. He clasped Hisoka's hand and walked off with him to the bedroom.
Author's note: I didn't write a bedroom scene. Gomen nasai. It'll take a while before I work my way up to writing bedroom scenes. I want to write a good one when I do, so I will practice more ^_^ (writing that is.*sweatdrop* ) But anyways.also if this bad enough to be MSTed (which I pray it isn't) I'd appreciate it if the MST was sent to me via e-mail. It would degrade my ego, but still be humorous ^^;