BOOK THREE!!! BOOK THREE!!! Confused? Read books one and two!!

I know this is kind of a late update. I usually try to do them weekly but I was sick most of this week with a stomach virus from hell! But on the bright side the new (and last) book has begun!

Oh and…uh…how many of you want lemon? (blush) I've never actually written a YAOI scene so I don't guarantee how great it would be…but I've been thinking it's about time the boys got a little something-something for everything I put them through. TatTari? TsuSoka definitely. If I did write them they would be separate stories so I could keep my T rating on this one. So yay or nay? PM me if you want your response kept private.

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More than a year had past since the day Hisoka had unsealed his mother from the tree in the forest. True, his already complicated life had become even more complicated since that day. New parents, new people, new enemies and problems. But it had also become so much more…livable. Not just for him but for Tsuzuki. And Tatsumi and Watari now.

But…how long could that last?

"You're doing it again."

Hisoka's head snapped up and he looked over to see his boyfriend walk through the door carrying plastic bags with what smelled like Chinese food. They had had a late afternoon at the office and decided to get take out rather than Hisoka cooking. He hadn't even heard him come back in from picking it up down the street. "What?"

"You were still on that page when I left. The one with the picture of that samurai on a horse. You've been staring at that page for over half an hour. Which I know means your deep in thought about something. And from the look on you're face it's not exactly warm and fuzzy, at least not anymore."

He blinked and narrowed his eyes playfully. "I thought I was the one who was good at reading people."

Tsuzuki shook his head, amethyst eyes bright. He set the food down on the bar separating the kitchen and the living room and began organizing what was what. "I'm not good at reading people…just you."

The youth blushed and turned back to his book. "Baka…"

"So what was it?"

"What was what?"

"What were you thinking about so deeply?"

"Nothing really, my mind just kind of wandered."

There was silence for a moment before Tsuzuki stopped meddling with the food to move away. Hisoka followed him from his peripheral vision, figuring he was just going for the drinks, but was surprised as he walked around the couch to stand before him. "Don't do that."

"Do what? Let my mind wander?"

"No…don't give me half truths. Something was bothering you when you were thinking, am I right? Tell me what it was."

"Really, it's nothing, I'm just being…" he stopped talking as Tsuzuki placed his hands on his shoulder and bowed down to rest his forehead against his blonde boyfriend's.

"Tell me, please. I don't want you to keep anything that troubles you to yourself. I've done that too much and…I just don't want you to. It's hypocritical, I know, but I don't want you to be anything like me. That's not who I love…" he added quietly.

"Tsuzuki…"

Hisoka sighed and closed his book, not even bothering to mark his place. Not as if he was paying attention to it anyway. "I was just thinking…about everything."

"Sounds tough," Tsuzuki muttered. He crouched down, moving his hands from the teen's shoulders to clasp his own thin pale digits in his lap.

"I…I'm happy now. With everything. With my parents being here. With work. With friends. With…with you…especially with you."

Tsuzuki smiled and moved his thumb soothingly over the back of his love's hand. "That doesn't sound bad. Why the look then?"

Hisoka looked down and away. "It can't last."

"What?"

"It can't…it won't last. Something will happen to take it all away."

"You don't know that."

"I do!" The declarations surprised the older man but he waited quietly to see if he would say more. "That's what always happens…good things don't last, not forever. Not as long as I live. And it scares me because…because I want it to last…I want this to last…us…them…everything."

Tsuzuki nodded slowly, now thinking himself. "I can't say…you're wrong. Nothing ever stays the same forever. But," he reached up and turned Hisoka's head so that he was looking into his eyes. "I can't say you're right either. After all, if nothing ever changed life would become way too boring. Things have changed a lot in the last year after all and that's what's made you happy. And things will keep changing. But I promise you this: as long as you want me, you have me. I'm going to savor every second I have with you because this is the happiest I've ever been."

Hisoka looked at him for a long moment before smiling and leaning his forehead back down to his. "You're such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

"Oh, way to kill the mood!"

The blonde chuckled at the mock outrage. "…It's going to be a while."

"Huh?"

"You're going to be stuck with me for a while then, if you're waiting for me to end this." He opened his eyes and pinned him with the most serious yet worrisome gaze he'd ever seen. "I know…I know I can't ask for forever. Even though we're immortal we never know what may happen tomorrow or the next day. But…for however long we have…will you stay here? With me, by my side?"

He couldn't help the smile that came to his lips. "And you called me a sap…" he muttered as he pushed up a little to capture the blonde's lips. "I will promise you forever…" he whispered. "I'll make it happen. I don't think I could leave you even if you asked. I won't leave you alone, I promise. Never again…" His tongue licked gently at the other's lips, which parted and allowed him to spar with his own. It was a few minutes before he pulled back a little. "That's definitely not getting old any time soon."

Hisoka smiled and took his lips. Leaning back, he enticed Tsuzuki to follow until he had one knee on the couch next to his thigh and was overshadowing him. Tsuzuki began to trail his kisses away from his mouth, around his jaw, down his neck to the prominent collar bone jutting above his shirt top. He licked it gently, eliciting a groan from the youth.

"Asa…to…"

Tsuzuki paused and looked at his love's face. Hisoka's face was flushed, his eyes shut in complete abandon to what he was feeling. His hands were on Tsuzuki's biceps, fingers shaking just a little and digging in a little more than that. Even to Tsuzuki there was an obvious battle of emotions going on within him. The brunette swallowed, undeniably aroused by the sight yet not wanting to do anything that Hisoka wasn't 100 ready for. Taking a deep breath and mustering up all his will power, he kissed him one last time on the lips before pulling away.

"The…the food's getting cold. We should eat now."

Hisoka opened his eyes, blinking in surprise. His boyfriend was apparently serious and though he didn't understand why he had suddenly stopped he nodded. The flush soon dissipated as Tsuzuki moved to fix their plates and set the table.

Hisoka sighed and rose to help him. But in the back of his mind he couldn't help think, What did I do wrong?

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Tatsumi frowned and opened one eye blearily. He heard a chuckle and looked up to see Watari sitting up in bed leaning against the head board. He was appreciative to see he was still wearing what he'd worn to bed last night: absolutely nothing. ( a/n: ;D who loves ya, baby?) He had evidently reclaimed his glasses however, though they were perched on the end of his nose a little haphazardly. "Ohayou. Sleep well?"

He smiled and turned his head to get a better look at his lover. "Ohayou. And I slept very well, thank you."

"You're very welcome," he smirked.

"Why were you laughing before though?"

The smirk grew into a happy grin as long fingers came up to brush his hair back from his face. "I was just thinking you never looked more peaceful then when you're asleep. Then you woke up and I thought how cute you were, frowning at the sun like that."

Tatsumi narrowed his eyes and pushed himself up to look into Watari's golden ones. "'Cute'?"

Watari blinked though the smile never left his face. "What? You don't like 'cute'?"

"I'm not cute…I'm manly."

Watari outright laughed at that before kissing the corning of the still frowning secretary's mouth. "I know you are, Seii. Believe me, I know." He leered and kissed him a little more fully to coax a smile back to his lips. "I just meant when you sleep like that you look…younger. Less brooding, though brooding on you is hot, and more at peace. It's a side I never saw before last night."

Tatsumi smiled and reached up to take off his glasses, setting them on the nightstand where his own still rested. "I'm sorry for that."

"No I'm saying I like how you look when you drop you're guard. I like that you feel safe enough around me that you can."

"Very much so, but that's not what I was apologizing for. I meant I'm sorry I kept you waiting for me. I wonder how many more nights like last night we could've had if I'd just pulled my head out of the ground and realized what was right in front of me."

"Oh Seii, you sweet talker!" he laughed and kissed him again. "Doesn't matter now though. Now that I have you in my clutches you won't escape."

"Hmm…Somehow I'm not worried about that…" He leaned up and captured the younger man's lips fully, twining with him sweetly. Gently he shifted them so Watari was lying back down on the mattress with him half on top. He pulled back just a little, cursing the fact shinigami still needed to breathe to function. Before he plunged back in however he took a moment to admire the man beneath him.

Watari was stunning in the morning, especially after a nice morning kiss. His hair was spread around him like waves of gold, chest rising and falling a little quicker than in rest. His face had just a bit of color to it, kissed by arousal and happiness. His lips were already colored by his kisses. His eyes, which had been closed while savoring the feel of lips on his, fluttered open and the cool amber orbs stared up at him. "Seii?"

Tatsumi smiled. He loved that. Just that. The way he said his name. Like it was some great secret worth protecting, only brought out when they were alone. He knelt down and nuzzled his face into the crook of the blonde's shoulder. "Seii? I don't remember calling a time out here."

He smiled. A jokester even now. But he liked that. So different from himself, so many new ways to listen, to see, to feel, to hear…to taste. He kissed his neck but still kept his face burrowed into the space between neck and shoulder. He breathed in the scent, indescribable and addictive, that was Watari's scent. "How did this happen?"

"Huh?"

He pulled back and looked down into his eyes again. "I was just wondering how this happened. All of this. Us."

"Are you unhappy it did?" He didn't miss the slight worry in his voice and quickly took him back into his embrace.

"No. Definitely not. I suppose I just keep wondering if it's all real. If it all won't just fall apart one day. I don't want to loose this feeling, not now that I found it."

He felt him relax in his hold and then hand in his hair, combing through the strands and scratching his scalp soothingly. "You worry too much. What will be will be." He felt lips pressed to his temple and heard very softly, "But I do worry about that too sometimes. That it's all just an illusion or a dream."

Tatsumi smiled and pulled up just enough to kiss him again. "It's not a dream. That I know."

"And it won't end. Not until you get tired of me."

"Oh, that could be a while."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

"How long do you think? We are immortal after all."

"Hmmm…ask me again in a century, I might have a small idea by then."

Watari laughed and kissed him again. The kiss seemed to suddenly spark something in both of them as Tatsumi pressed a little firmer down into him, trapping his willing prey between his hard body and the sheets of the bed. Watari broke the kiss to begin trailing nips and kisses across his jawline, over the tendon taught in hi throat, placing one open mouthed kiss on his Adam's apple.

"Mnnn…Yutaka…"

He paused in his raving of the elder man's throat to trail his mouth back up to his ear. "I love it when you do that."

"Do what?" He began to let his hands roam over the planes of his body, once again trying to memorize the rises and dips of his body like a blind man reading brail.

"The way you say my name. Like it's precious somehow. I don't think anyone's ever said it like that."

Tatsumi felt his heart lurch at that confession. It was the most painful yet blissful feeling he could ever remember. Smiling he leaned forward to reciprocate what he had done earlier to the soft skin at his lover's collar bone. "Hmm…I'll have to remember that, the next time I want you to do something at work…"

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Neina stretched her hands high above her head and sighed happily. Autumn was her second favorite time of year. Still with the passing heat of summer and not yet the chill of winter to invade her skin.

"You're happy this morning." She turned to see her husband coming back up the path from the crepe vendor in the park. They'd decided to take a walk after staying in bed most of the morning. Neina smiled and took her strawberry crepe from his outstretched hand.

"Well yeah, everthing's just so…wonderful! I mean after that near fiasco in Paris everything seems to finally be good."

"Hm…I suppose that's true. But…"

"What 'but'? But what?"

He smiled at her suspicious look. "It's just…we thought that once before. After we defeated…him. And then the attack happened just a few years later."

They were quiet for a moment, walking hand in hand through the park. "You think…it could happen again? The happiness could be broken?"

"Maybe…but that just means we'll have to fight harder to protect it, right?"

She blinked and grinned. "Yeah!"

"You're crepes dripping."

"What? Oh! Ah, no, stop!!" He laughed as she tried to catch the dripping juices only grimace as they made her hand sticky. "Damn!" She brought took a bite then began licking her fingers. Hokuto stopped laughing and watched enthralled. "What?"

He leered and suddenly turned her around to lead her back to their apartment. "You are just too sexy for your own good sometimes."

Neina blinked in confusion as she was led away by her husband, neither of them aware of their silent audience in a nearby tree.

"They're so happy…can't we just kill them now?"

"No. We aren't strong enough yet. And besides that that one needs to suffer first or we won't get anywhere."

"But it's so boring to just watch!" a third voice said. "And how do we make them suffer?"

"Hmm…good question. Perhaps we should consult someone who better knows them…"

"You mean that man in white, don't you? The blood stained angel of the merciless?"

"Poetic title for him but yes, that one. I have a feeling he'll be of the most help to us…if we make it worth his while."

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Hehehe. I know, I said I'd set up the villain last book, but it was already long as hell so I just sort of moved it over here.

You should know the drill by now. REVIEW and SUGGEST!!! Hope you like it so far!!

And yes, I figure since Tatsumi and Watari don't have as much emotional baggage as Tsuzuki and Hisoka, they'd be able to move at a faster rate. That's my story and I'm stick'n to it! You want a fic about their first night:D Maybe I could do that…