Dream: due to the insistent reviews...
EviL: cuts Dream off and my insistent blabbering...
Dream: I decided to make a continuation to Loneliness... minus the over fluff and stuff... but there's still some fluff though...
EviL: And more lemonish lime scenes...
Dream: But before the fic... I wanna thank Kurapikasgirl, darkvampiress, Literary Eagle, Yume Maxwell-Yuy, Yui-mag, Lockeheart, teshiamada, EviL (duh), anon, freakaziod (I really don't know why I'm thanking you sis...), Hayashi-kutsuki, Kiyomi22
Fear
By: dreameaterishungry
"Tsuzuki..." Hisoka grumbled as the older man took a tighter grip on his waist, "let go...I can't move..."
Hisoka could imagine Tsuzuki feigning a pout just right about now. "But you're so warm..." Tsuzuki whispered snuggling against Hisoka's back.
Hisoka sighed. "Please Tsuzuki... let go... ever since that night last week you had been visiting me at ungodly hours and been... been..." Hisoka couldn't even think of the right word to put it.
"Sleeping with you?" Tsuzuki offered, "what's wrong with that? It's not as if we're doing anything..."
Hisoka turned crimson at that thought. It had been a week since that incident in the hotel and even though they're already back in Meifu, it seems that Tsuzuki had made these late night visits to his bed, a habit. Of course, Hisoka really didn't mind. After all, it isn't everyday that the man you crave for so badly would climb in your bed and sleep with you, then again, in Hisoka's case, it already has been everyday. But he wanted to have some personal space for himself, you know. And besides Tsuzuki is his partner, they're professionals, they shouldn't be doing this, at all! Who know how many rules have they already broken. Plus, ever since Tsuzuki's been "visiting" him, Hisoka is getting less and less sleep, and its already affecting his performance at work. Tatsumi has already talked to him about this, and as far as Hisoka knows, this has got to stop, immediately.
"Tsuzuki, "Hisoka started as he sat upright on the bed, "this really has got to stop. I can't take this anymore, Tsuzuki," he continued in an exasperated voice, "ever since you came I haven't been slept properly in days, I'm always late for work, I don't get my paperwork done, Tatsumi is already complaining, Tsuzuki." 'Not only that but you've been making me feel all queasy and weird inside...' he mentally added, 'especially when you hold me tight and you'd slip a hand under my shirt... and then you'd brush it ever so gently on my nipple... ok, I'm definitely going insane here right now...'
Tsuzuki sat up in the bed and looked away. "So I'm causing you trouble then..." Tsuzuki whispered, cutting Hisoka off.
'Yes' Hisoka mentally screamed. But he couldn't say that, even if it were true. "No..." Hisoka replied.
"I do and you know it Hisoka," he exclaimed, "just say it, I'm causing you nothing but trouble! And while you're at it, you might as well kick me out of your apartment too!"
"I don't want to and I won't, Tsuzuki even if you are causing me trouble..." Hisoka whispered. "Tsuzuki, look," Hisoka continued, "I really don't mind that you're coming here and all..."
Tsuzuki beamed at that statement.
"...but," Hisoka's voice trailed off. 'What'll I tell him?' Hisoka thought, 'Fuck off, and leave me alone. I need some personal space. Stop visiting me and climbing into bed with me because every time you do, I feel a certain weird yet strong craving for you which I can't explain at all? And I don't want to feel that way anymore because it's driving me nuts? Yeah right,' Hisoka scoffed, 'like that's gonna work...'
Hisoka gave up. "Never mind..." he said as he lay down on the bed, "just go to sleep..."
Tsuzuki didn't press for any more questions, rather he just did what he was told and lay down beside Hisoka, hugging him by the waist.
But just as Hisoka was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a cold hand slip underneath his shirt and something wet at his earlobe.
"Wha—"he exclaimed. He started to pull away from Tsuzuki but the older man held him tight on the waist.
"No..." the amethyst eyed-shinigami whispered, "you said you'd never leave me, right?"
"I did," Hisoka replied desperately, "but please... stop it Tsuzuki...please..."
"Don't be afraid..." Tsuzuki cooed as he flicked his tongue over Hisoka's earlobe, "just try to enjoy this..."
Hisoka stopped struggling. For some reason, Hisoka didn't feel threatened by what Tsuzuki's doing. In fact, he just realized that he was starting to like it. 'Damn,' he thought, 'its coming back again... this weird craving feeling I get in my stomach when Tsuzuki touches me... but I can't help it... my body is enjoying this too much and I don't have the heart to ask Tsuzuki to stop either...'
"Good..." Tsuzuki murmured.
Suddenly, he gasped when Tsuzuki had reached in between his legs and started caressing him through the fabric of his boxers.
"Tsuzuki...what are you doing" he asked somewhat fearfully,
"Shhh..." Tsuzuki whispered, "just relax... I won't hurt you..."
Suddenly, images of Muraki and that night 3 years ago swam through his head. 'NO!!!' Hisoka cried, fighting to block out those images that haunted him, 'not again... Tsuzuki won't hurt me... he's not like Muraki... he won't hurt me the way HE did...' But no matter how much he tried to convince himself, that experience had already left a deep scar, one that refused to fade. 'Please stop...' Hisoka mentally cried, 'Tsuzuki...please stop...I-I-I'm not ready for this...stop it Tsuzuki...'
And just as Tsuzuki was about to slip his hand under the waistband of his boxers, Hisoka teleported from his current position facing the wall to the foot of the bed.
Hisoka had his arms wrapped around himself and had his eyes covered by his honey colored bangs, completely hidden from view. Tsuzuki sat up and looked at him questioningly.
"'Soka," he asked worriedly, "what's wrong?"
"Get out..." Hisoka whispered, barely audible.
Tsuzuki didn't move from the bed. Thinking that the older shinigami didn't hear him, Hisoka raised his voice. "Get out!" Hisoka half screamed.
Tsuzuki kept silent. He had never seen his partner like this before. I mean sure, Hisoka always got mad at him but it was never really genuine anger, it's usually just irritated anger. 'What have I done wrong now?' he asked himself.
"I said get out! Didn't you hear me?!" Hisoka screamed.
Tsuzuki quietly got off the bed and trudged out Hisoka's room and into the living room. He paused outside the door and turned around. "Look Hisoka, if I did something wrong..." he started. But he was unable to finish his sentence because right at that moment, Hisoka slammed the door at his face.
Dream: T.B.C. Okay it got more lemonish lime than I expected... sweatdrop
EviL: Who cares? At least you finally finished writing the fist chappie of the sequel...
Dream: ya I feel so drained after writing this...
Hisoka: storms in the room with Tsuzuki following closely behind him trying to calm him down Ok, what the hell is this? waves a piece of paper at Dream's face
Dream: snatches the papers from Hisoka and skims through Oh... this is my fic... the continuation to Loneliness
Hisoka: exasperated tone I know that... but what the hell is this? "Suddenly, he gasped when Tsuzuki had reached in between his legs and started caressing him through the fabric of his boxers." How come we did a lemon scene without me knowing...
Dream: fidgets umm... ah you see... whispers to Tsuzuki help me here pal... I got you that lemon scene with Hisoka which you asked for so now help me!!!
Tsuzuki: umm.. that's because we forgot to tell you that we... um... we used ... umm... stunt doubles! brightens up Ya! stunt doubles... (boy, I sure hope that he won't able to get past my shields this time...) right, Dream? nervous laugh
Dream: nervous laugh (O.o what stunt doubles? ) ya!! We know you wouldn't like to do that kind of scene so we used stunt doubles...
EviL: shoots Dream a glare that says yeah-right-you-didn't-use-stunt- doubles-you-somehow-hypnotized-Hisoka-so-he-would-do-that-scene-and-don't- ask-me-how-I-know-you-didn't-use-stunt-doubles-because-I-happen-to-know- that-you're-broke-but-I-won't-tell-you-of-to-Hisoka-either-coz-I-want-to- see-more-lemoshi-lime-scenes-myself
EviL: cuts Dream off and my insistent blabbering...
Dream: I decided to make a continuation to Loneliness... minus the over fluff and stuff... but there's still some fluff though...
EviL: And more lemonish lime scenes...
Dream: But before the fic... I wanna thank Kurapikasgirl, darkvampiress, Literary Eagle, Yume Maxwell-Yuy, Yui-mag, Lockeheart, teshiamada, EviL (duh), anon, freakaziod (I really don't know why I'm thanking you sis...), Hayashi-kutsuki, Kiyomi22
Fear
By: dreameaterishungry
"Tsuzuki..." Hisoka grumbled as the older man took a tighter grip on his waist, "let go...I can't move..."
Hisoka could imagine Tsuzuki feigning a pout just right about now. "But you're so warm..." Tsuzuki whispered snuggling against Hisoka's back.
Hisoka sighed. "Please Tsuzuki... let go... ever since that night last week you had been visiting me at ungodly hours and been... been..." Hisoka couldn't even think of the right word to put it.
"Sleeping with you?" Tsuzuki offered, "what's wrong with that? It's not as if we're doing anything..."
Hisoka turned crimson at that thought. It had been a week since that incident in the hotel and even though they're already back in Meifu, it seems that Tsuzuki had made these late night visits to his bed, a habit. Of course, Hisoka really didn't mind. After all, it isn't everyday that the man you crave for so badly would climb in your bed and sleep with you, then again, in Hisoka's case, it already has been everyday. But he wanted to have some personal space for himself, you know. And besides Tsuzuki is his partner, they're professionals, they shouldn't be doing this, at all! Who know how many rules have they already broken. Plus, ever since Tsuzuki's been "visiting" him, Hisoka is getting less and less sleep, and its already affecting his performance at work. Tatsumi has already talked to him about this, and as far as Hisoka knows, this has got to stop, immediately.
"Tsuzuki, "Hisoka started as he sat upright on the bed, "this really has got to stop. I can't take this anymore, Tsuzuki," he continued in an exasperated voice, "ever since you came I haven't been slept properly in days, I'm always late for work, I don't get my paperwork done, Tatsumi is already complaining, Tsuzuki." 'Not only that but you've been making me feel all queasy and weird inside...' he mentally added, 'especially when you hold me tight and you'd slip a hand under my shirt... and then you'd brush it ever so gently on my nipple... ok, I'm definitely going insane here right now...'
Tsuzuki sat up in the bed and looked away. "So I'm causing you trouble then..." Tsuzuki whispered, cutting Hisoka off.
'Yes' Hisoka mentally screamed. But he couldn't say that, even if it were true. "No..." Hisoka replied.
"I do and you know it Hisoka," he exclaimed, "just say it, I'm causing you nothing but trouble! And while you're at it, you might as well kick me out of your apartment too!"
"I don't want to and I won't, Tsuzuki even if you are causing me trouble..." Hisoka whispered. "Tsuzuki, look," Hisoka continued, "I really don't mind that you're coming here and all..."
Tsuzuki beamed at that statement.
"...but," Hisoka's voice trailed off. 'What'll I tell him?' Hisoka thought, 'Fuck off, and leave me alone. I need some personal space. Stop visiting me and climbing into bed with me because every time you do, I feel a certain weird yet strong craving for you which I can't explain at all? And I don't want to feel that way anymore because it's driving me nuts? Yeah right,' Hisoka scoffed, 'like that's gonna work...'
Hisoka gave up. "Never mind..." he said as he lay down on the bed, "just go to sleep..."
Tsuzuki didn't press for any more questions, rather he just did what he was told and lay down beside Hisoka, hugging him by the waist.
But just as Hisoka was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a cold hand slip underneath his shirt and something wet at his earlobe.
"Wha—"he exclaimed. He started to pull away from Tsuzuki but the older man held him tight on the waist.
"No..." the amethyst eyed-shinigami whispered, "you said you'd never leave me, right?"
"I did," Hisoka replied desperately, "but please... stop it Tsuzuki...please..."
"Don't be afraid..." Tsuzuki cooed as he flicked his tongue over Hisoka's earlobe, "just try to enjoy this..."
Hisoka stopped struggling. For some reason, Hisoka didn't feel threatened by what Tsuzuki's doing. In fact, he just realized that he was starting to like it. 'Damn,' he thought, 'its coming back again... this weird craving feeling I get in my stomach when Tsuzuki touches me... but I can't help it... my body is enjoying this too much and I don't have the heart to ask Tsuzuki to stop either...'
"Good..." Tsuzuki murmured.
Suddenly, he gasped when Tsuzuki had reached in between his legs and started caressing him through the fabric of his boxers.
"Tsuzuki...what are you doing" he asked somewhat fearfully,
"Shhh..." Tsuzuki whispered, "just relax... I won't hurt you..."
Suddenly, images of Muraki and that night 3 years ago swam through his head. 'NO!!!' Hisoka cried, fighting to block out those images that haunted him, 'not again... Tsuzuki won't hurt me... he's not like Muraki... he won't hurt me the way HE did...' But no matter how much he tried to convince himself, that experience had already left a deep scar, one that refused to fade. 'Please stop...' Hisoka mentally cried, 'Tsuzuki...please stop...I-I-I'm not ready for this...stop it Tsuzuki...'
And just as Tsuzuki was about to slip his hand under the waistband of his boxers, Hisoka teleported from his current position facing the wall to the foot of the bed.
Hisoka had his arms wrapped around himself and had his eyes covered by his honey colored bangs, completely hidden from view. Tsuzuki sat up and looked at him questioningly.
"'Soka," he asked worriedly, "what's wrong?"
"Get out..." Hisoka whispered, barely audible.
Tsuzuki didn't move from the bed. Thinking that the older shinigami didn't hear him, Hisoka raised his voice. "Get out!" Hisoka half screamed.
Tsuzuki kept silent. He had never seen his partner like this before. I mean sure, Hisoka always got mad at him but it was never really genuine anger, it's usually just irritated anger. 'What have I done wrong now?' he asked himself.
"I said get out! Didn't you hear me?!" Hisoka screamed.
Tsuzuki quietly got off the bed and trudged out Hisoka's room and into the living room. He paused outside the door and turned around. "Look Hisoka, if I did something wrong..." he started. But he was unable to finish his sentence because right at that moment, Hisoka slammed the door at his face.
Dream: T.B.C. Okay it got more lemonish lime than I expected... sweatdrop
EviL: Who cares? At least you finally finished writing the fist chappie of the sequel...
Dream: ya I feel so drained after writing this...
Hisoka: storms in the room with Tsuzuki following closely behind him trying to calm him down Ok, what the hell is this? waves a piece of paper at Dream's face
Dream: snatches the papers from Hisoka and skims through Oh... this is my fic... the continuation to Loneliness
Hisoka: exasperated tone I know that... but what the hell is this? "Suddenly, he gasped when Tsuzuki had reached in between his legs and started caressing him through the fabric of his boxers." How come we did a lemon scene without me knowing...
Dream: fidgets umm... ah you see... whispers to Tsuzuki help me here pal... I got you that lemon scene with Hisoka which you asked for so now help me!!!
Tsuzuki: umm.. that's because we forgot to tell you that we... um... we used ... umm... stunt doubles! brightens up Ya! stunt doubles... (boy, I sure hope that he won't able to get past my shields this time...) right, Dream? nervous laugh
Dream: nervous laugh (O.o what stunt doubles? ) ya!! We know you wouldn't like to do that kind of scene so we used stunt doubles...
EviL: shoots Dream a glare that says yeah-right-you-didn't-use-stunt- doubles-you-somehow-hypnotized-Hisoka-so-he-would-do-that-scene-and-don't- ask-me-how-I-know-you-didn't-use-stunt-doubles-because-I-happen-to-know- that-you're-broke-but-I-won't-tell-you-of-to-Hisoka-either-coz-I-want-to- see-more-lemoshi-lime-scenes-myself