A/N: Just a short story I wrote recently...Flames will be given to my sister, who will, depending on her mood, either devour or play with them. Possibly both.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei, or any of the characters. sobs
Hisoka's eyes slowly traveled over the pages of the book he was reading, scanning each word with intense interest. He was taking a break from work in the Ministry of Hades library, reading a historical novel about the Meiji era of Japan.
It was an interesting read, and held the young Shinigami's attention quite effectively. So much so, in fact, that he did not register the sound of the door to the library opening. Nor did he pay any heed to the footsteps approaching the chair where he sat.
The blonde-haired boy hardly noticed the shadow that momentarily fell across his book, too intent on the story before him. That is, until a light kiss was planted directly on his forehead.
"'Soka-chan, you're so cute when you read!" Tsuzuki cried from where he stood in front of his partner. The older Shinigami clapped his hands together and grinned widely in unsuppressed glee.
Hisoka spluttered angrily for a moment, his ability to speak lost in his surprise. A blush quickly spread across his face, as he managed to exclaim, "Pervert!"
Ignoring the Gushoushins' stern reprimands from behind the desk, and dodging a swift right jab aimed at him by Hisoka, Tsuzuki put on his best chibi-inu face. "But 'Soka-chan--!" he protested, allowing his eyes to well up with false tears. "It would only be perverted if I did--" He grabbed Hisoka around the waist pulling the boy close in the space of a single heartbeat. "--This!"
And he gently pressed his lips against his partner's.
Hisoka's eyes widened visibly, and for a moment, he tensed, trying to pull away. But then, his emerald optics met with Tsuzuki's amethyst ones, and he felt a sudden rush of security. His body slowly relaxed in Tsuzuki's arms, the book he was holding all but forgotten as he brought his arms up to encircle his partner's neck. He did not protest as he felt Tsuzuki's tongue brush against his own, instead leaning further into the older man's embrace.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Tsuzuki was beaming again as he asked, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Hisoka blushed fiercely, and the only reply that could be heard from him was a barely-audible, "…Pervert."