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Hey people, I've had this on my computer for a while and finally decided to do something about it! Its a Descendants of Darkness fic with Tatsumi/Watari - ness, an of course, cuteness :) If you don't like the idea of guys together, don't read! Feel free to make my life meaningful by reviewing!

If only I owned Yami no Matsui! I would rule the world!

The pain was so intense that Watari thought he was going to pass out. All he could see was a blinding white light that burned into his skull, and all he could feel was the pain as his latest experiment worked its way into his eyes. Unable to see, he spun around in search of the eye wash station, however managed to crash into several shelves and spill the contents onto the floor. At least the pain had subsided, the scientist thought cynically, and felt his emotions bubble to the surface. He had managed to destroy his lab and blind himself in the space of five minutes, and he knew Tatsumi would either fire him or kill him. Watari collapsed on the floor, letting his sorrow wash over him. This was the end for him.

Tatsumi was startled out of his concentration on the budget when he heard a loud crash coming from down the corridor, followed by several smaller ones. He groaned inwardly. That sounded bloody expensive! He pushed his glasses higher onto his nose and rose from his paper-covered desk. Rushing down the hall, he prepared himself for the argument over money with the scientist that would follow, and knocked very loudly on the door.

"Watari-san! Let me in! What damage have you done now? You know we can't afford another catastrophe from your lab!" There was no answer. Tatsumi tilted his head and put his ear to the door, and what he heard almost broke his heart. There was a small, but distinct sobbing sound coming from his friend's lab, and this worried Tatsumi more than he would ever show. He prayed to the Gods that Watari was all right, and opened the door.

Watari was kneeling in the middle of the room, hair spilling over his face, mingling with tears. His lab coat was stained with a bright blue liquid, as were his hands. The lab looked disastrous – broken glass was everywhere, including Watari's crushed glasses, and more than one shelf had fallen from the wall. Tatsumi felt a fist grab at his heart as he saw the pain and torment Watari was experiencing. But he couldn't help but think, just in that split second, how beautiful that angel was with his golden hair cascading around him. All thoughts of money were chased out of the secretary's mind as he stepped into the room, avoiding the glass shards. Watari's head flicked up, wary of someone else in the room, but unable to see anything but white.

"Who's there? I…I can't see…" Watari attempted, but more tears escaped his sightless eyes.

"It's me, Watari-san. Don't move, there's glass everywhere." Watari felt guilt and fear mingling with embarrassment as he recognised Tatsumi's voice.

"I…I'm so sorry Tatsumi, it's all my fault. The glass beaker cracked and my potion spilled out, some turned to vapour and I think that's why I can't see…I'll understand if you want me to leave." Tatsumi felt all his emotions towards the beautiful creature on the floor well up inside him, and he leant forward and scooped the scientist up in his arms. He couldn't believe something had happened to seriously harm this man, and he hadn't been there to protect him. Watari gasped as he felt strong arms lift him up, carrying him carefully out of the lab. His arms snaked around Tatsumi's neck, and he leant closer. If this was the last time I'll get to be close to Tatsumi again, I want to savour every second of it, Watari thought, pain once more rising to the surface. He wouldn't be able to stand it if he was fired, he would never be able to laugh with Tsusuki again, or advise Hisoka, or gaze at the object of his desire from across a room. He closed his eyes and let Tatsumi take care of him, sleep enveloping him as he lay in the arms of the man he had loved for so long.

Tatsumi sighed, and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. He was sitting beside a sleeping Watari on the couch, and praying he would be ok. Tsusuki and Hisoka were already researching a possible cure to the blindness, and Tatsumi was left to watch over him. For years, the secretary had felt more than friendship towards the blond, but always feared rejection, and the pain that comes hand in hand with love. He could not cause Watari pain, he just couldn't, and so had kept his distance, always finding a reason to argue with him – be it money, responsibility, anything, just as long as he could make an excuse not to be alone with him. Until now, of course. The sleeping man was so close to him, and so perfect. He picked up a soft ringlet of blond hair with his fingers and played with the end, deep in thought about the scientist.

Watari felt his mind dragging his body back from unconsciousness, very unwillingly. He felt like someone was playing with his hair, and this was a very strange thing indeed. Keeping his eyes shut to pretend his was asleep, he remained still, curious as to who was giving him such attention.

"Oh, 'Tari. Do you even know what you do to me?" Tatsumi whispered, lightly brushing the man's jaw line with his fingers, savouring the feel of Watari's skin against his. He had longed to touch this beauty, but always denied himself. He knew that his friend harboured only feelings of companionship towards him, and that admitting his love would only lead to tension and embarrassment, and even the loss of his friend entirely.

Watari felt his heart race as he listened to the deep voice of Tatsumi, as he explored his face. Surely he could hear it beating so loud? He lay perfectly still, afraid that this was still a dream, and when he would wake up the real Tatsumi would be seething with anger and packing his suitcase for him. Instead, it seemed the secretary was deeply concerned for him, and he dared not believe the things he heard. Suddenly embarrassed, Watari feigned rousing from sleep slowly, immediately regretting the action as Tatsumi's hand left his face.

"Watari-san?" came Tatsumi's concerned voice, inches from his own lips. His eyes were open, but still all he could see was white.

"I'm awake, but I still can't see anything!" Watari explained, sitting up and feeling around in an attempt to ascertain where he was. A flush came to his cheeks when his felt his hand brush over Tatsumi's thigh, and he had to swallow hard and picture the periodic table to get his thoughts away from the man he knew was watching him intently. "I know you're angry about the lab, and I will pay for it, I promise." Tatsumi sighed, and lifted his hand to cup his love's face once more.

"I'm not angry, the only thing that matters right now is that you're ok. I don't care about the lab, I care about you." Tatsumi said before he could stop himself.

"You do?", Watari questioned, almost afraid of the answer.

"Of course. Tsusuki and Hisoka have been researching cures, and it looks quite possible that you'll be able to see again in no time", Tatsumi replied, looking into those beautiful, but empty eyes in front of him.

"Quite possible, eh? That doesn't exactly sound reassuring, Tatsumi", Watari said, fearing that his sight would be gone forever, and he would never be able to see Tatsumi again, never be able to admire him deep in concentration, pushing his glasses further up his nose in frustration.

"We're trying our best. I promise", Tatsumi said, leaning forward to place a kiss on the blonde's temple.

"I know, it's just…what will I do if this blindness is permanent? I won't be able to work here, that's for sure…what will I do, Tatsumi?" Tatsumi paused, unsure as to how he could answer the question, about how much he could reveal.

"It won't be. But if it is, I'll be right here", he said, lifting Watari's hand to his own face. "See?" Watari stroked his fingers down Tatsumi's cheek, exploring and imagining what he looked like. "Who needs to see, eh?" Tatsumi said, attempting a joke. "Who needs to see this ugly mug every day?" Watari's explorations ceased, and his brow knit together in thought.

"Ugly? I don't think so", Watari whispered, passing his fingers across the brunet's forehead, then trailing down his nose to his lips. Tatsumi's heart leapt to his throat. "No glasses?" Watari questioned.

"There's no need for them, I can see you, and that's all that matters". Tatsumi flushed, silently glad of the scientist's blindness so he couldn't see his cheeks colouring. Watari tilted his head in thought, his thumb brushing against Tatsumi's lips. Where did this confidence come from? Watari asked himself, as he leant forward, his lips replacing his thumb. Their lips finally touched in a tender kiss, so light Tatsumi wouldn't have believed it was happening, if he couldn't see the blonde's face so close to his own.

Watari withdrew slightly, feeling Tatsumi's breath on his lips. Had he gone too far? He waited for Tatsumi's reaction, but heard none. He felt something, however, when the secretary firmly planted his lips back on his own. Watari released a small groan as he felt the man he had loved for so long respond to the kiss with all the passion he had felt over the last few years. Their kiss deepened, and Watari wove his fingers through Tatsumi's silky hair, pulling them even closer together. A few minutes later, they were forced to part for much needed air, and Watari took the opportunity to explore more than Tatsumi's face. He ran his hand from his hair around to his neck, and down past his collar and tie, past all those tempting buttons, and rested it on Tatsumi's broad chest. He could feel his love's intent gaze on him once more.

"I wish I could see your eyes. I wish I could see what you're feeling", Watari said, uneasy that the other man had the advantage.

"You don't need to see it. Feel it", Tatsumi replied, before trailing a line of kisses from Watari's jaw line and down his neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive flesh he found. "You know what I'm feeling, you've always known. God, I love you", he said, resuming his kisses on Watari's collarbone. Watari felt relief, happiness and hope wash over him at those words, those words he had heard a thousand times in his head, but never dreamed he would hear them out loud. "When I saw you on the floor today, crying, my heart almost broke. I couldn't stand...this...all this…without you." Watari tilted his head to give the secretary better access to his neck, gasping at the pleasure Tatsumi could arouse in him by this simple action. Suddenly Tatsumi withdrew from Watari's neck, much to his disappointment.

"It's your turn, 'Tari. Tell me", Tatsumi whispered, a sly smile gracing his oh-so-tempting lips. Watari pouted, but shifted ever so slightly closer to Tatsumi, brushing his knee against the secretary's inner thigh, inciting a low moan.

"If you insist", Watari said, feeling Tatsumi's chest with his hands, guiding his own way as he followed with his body shortly – straddling the brunet. Tatsumi hissed, feeling Watari's thighs rub against his own. "I've been watching you, you know", Watari whispered against Tatsumi's ear, hands buried in his hair. "For years now. From across a crowded room, waiting for you to notice me." Tatsumi tried to say something in response, but Watari silenced him with fingers pressed up against his lips. "But it didn't matter, because I could see you", he continued with a cynical smile. "Well, I'm not so much with the seeing now, but you get it. I saw you for who you were, and I loved you. Needed you. Craved you." Watari said the last part in between sucking on Tatsumi's neck and ear.

Tatsumi couldn't stand the proximity to the beautiful man on top of him anymore, and was very aware of the way his body was reacting to Watari. This was punctuated by the way Watari shifted his weight slightly, tormenting him even further.

"Listen", Tatsumi started, his voice hoarse, "Tsuzuki and Hisoka are going to be coming back any time with a cure, 'Tari. Maybe, we could…continue this later?" Tatsumi closed his eyes, waiting for one of two possible reactions. One, Watari would take offence and close himself off, two, he would continue regardless, leading to all kinds of embarrassment when the others walk in. Instead, the scientist surprised him by climbing slowly off Tatsumi, hands never leaving his face.

"I suppose so, but I'm expecting a continuation tonight", he said, a smile on his lips, teasing. Tatsumi released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Absolutely", the brunet replied, pulling Watari in for another deep kiss.

"Hey, guys. We've been searching the databases for over three hours now and…" Tsuzuki stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open at the sight in front of him.