Title: Vicarious

Author: WolfPilot06

Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka

Notes: This is actually just a really old ficlet that I dug up when poking through old LJ entries of mine. I have to apologize to people who are expecting new chapters of my multiparter fics; being a freshman now at MIT, I'm way overloaded with work, and I have absolutely no time to write. And, unfortunately, even if I had time, there's no guarantee that what I'd write would be good. P So, enjoy the tiny little weird ficlet, and apologies for months of inactivity.

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"You have no right," he began hotly, fists clenching at his sides. A trickle of blood ran down his palm and dripped upon the ground, unnoticed. "You have no right to tell me what I can do and what I can't when you yourself don't follow the rules! You can't tell me what to feel or not, to let myself to trust other people when you yourself do not trust or feel!"

His eyes flashed furiously, mouth working silently as if he wanted to say more but couldn't find the words to do so.

The boy smiled then, and he was struck by the simple, melancholy beauty of his expression. There was a sudden feeling of loss, of vertigo as Hisoka dropped his eyes, the unwavering, angry determination that had raged not a moment ago suddenly gone in the face of his own fury. Thin hands clutched at faded orange sleeves, plucking at the fabric with hidden fingertips as Hisoka spoke quietly, his voice barely audible.

"You're right. I...I shouldn't tell you...what to do, how to act - I shouldn't tell you any of it." He looked up then, his eyes clearer than before even through the unexpected veil of tears that shimmered in them. "I just..." Tsuzuki caught Hisoka's trembling hand and pressed the back of it to his cheek, his uncharacteristic anger disappearing instantly at the haunted, lost expression on Hisoka's face. The boy reached up with his free hand to cup the other side of Tsuzuki's face, tears now falling as he smiled again, tremulous and delicate. "I just want you to have everything I never can. I want to feel through you like I can't feel myself. It's selfish - "

"It's fine." Tsuzuki interrupted quietly. Hisoka froze at his words, eyes wide as he searched Tsuzuki's face for something, some indefinable sign that Tsuzuki might be lying. The older man turned his head, kissing Hisoka's fingertips before nuzzling against the slender, lax palm.

"It's fine." he repeated, and leaned forward. Hisoka's breath brushed against his throat as he pressed his lips to the boy's temple. Hesitant arms looped around his neck uncertainly and he hummed thoughtfully, kissing Hisoka's forehead again as he wrapped his arms around his partner's waist and rocked from side to side comfortingly. Hisoka said nothing, content to hide in Tsuzuki's arms for once.

The silence was welcomed.

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The End

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Yes, my friends, that is it. P

Wolf