Chapter 2: The imagination of love; Elevated Dramatics
Summary: Tsuzuki/Hisoka. This chapter is much more interesting. It involves an elevator and a blushie Hisoka! Sorry I suck!
Disclaimer: Me no own Yami no Matsuei.
A/N: Greetings. I hope you like this chapter…even though I only go one review…T.T. Thank you to that person though. I appreciate you. Any who I hope you like this. By the way…am I the only one who wants to eat Hisoka? He is so kawaii.
Hisoka: O.o
Warning: This story will contain shonen ai, and the latter chapters will contain yaoi. Please do not read this if you do not it. Thanks.
Chapter 2: Elevated Dramatics
Hisoka sighed leaning against the metallic wall, of the lifting room, his attention was jerked back to speed, at the prodding hands against his shoulders. He looked right into scowling amethyst eyes.
Swallowing the lump in his throat Hisoka hoisted his bag and with what his strength allowed him, forced it against Tsuzuki
Taking back by the blow Tsuzuki regained his posture, smirking a bit, trailing an olive digit to the emergency stop button.
Tsuzuki took a step forward, sending a sharp look up and down his partner's spine. Thoughts of aggravation leaked over the brunette's broad shoulders and poured into the petite blonde's absences of mind. Trailing over he bodily pressed the wounded blonde into the reflective wall.
" I really would appreciate an explanation Hisoka…like maybe why you keep avoiding me or why you seem so upset lately?" His tone carried some light effects realizing his own words.
" Hisoka. Are you feeling okay? Are you mad at me? Do you really want to be away from me that badly?" the conclusion came off a bit soon but Tsuzuki was beginning to really wonder if his partner wanted so badly to avoid him.
His words although kind were sharp, he was about to reopen some hidden wounds. Hisoka lowered his head, shallow pool's of emerald leaked, as small sobs formed at Hisoka's quivering lips. His breathing increased as he slowly fell from his companions grasp, sliding down to the cold floor of the tiny prison.
Tsuzuki stepped back, the boy's reaction surprised him, and he felt somewhat responsible for the blonde's crumpled posture. Kneeling down he rested his palms against the boy's cheeks, wiping at the tears.
Golden tendrils filled Tsuzuki's hands, pulling the weeping boy against him. At an almost instinct he began to rub his partners frail back, feeling ever tremble under his formidable hands.
Hisoka's sobs only increased by the proceeding gesture, his feelings engulfed by Tsuzuki's warmth, He pleaded with himself for how much he wanted to tell his partner why he had been avoiding him and what feelings had kept him from doing so, but he had no courage. He didn't want to disturb this moment for what he believed foolish feelings.
Growing a different feeling inside Tsuzuki tightened his arms around the shivering boy, lowering his vice from his back and shoulders to his waist. His eyes sharpening, he forced the small frame even closer to his own.
Hisoka's eyes widened, no longer focused on his feelings he sensed his partner's sudden desire. A strong blush filled his cheeks as he felt the welcome ness and acceptance of his partner's emotions. A sweet smile approached his features. Tsuzuki wasn't appalled by the situation nor was did he feel rejection. Hisoka noticed a sort of love, desire, and warmth.
Hisoka nuzzled against Tsuzuki's chest his arms wound around the older man's waist. His shyness had escaped his mind and found a new emotion; he was proud of his love and was at any point ready to expose his feelings.
Tsuzuki's mind faded feeling the boy's arms around his own frame. Pulling out of the embrace, taking the thin arms in his hands, he looked straight into jade orbs. Before speech was even possible the existing warmth had increased.
Hisoka 's gaze had clouded felling his mouth being occupied by his partner's. Expression could not even begin to explain this moment.
Tsuzuki leaned in deepening the kiss. Hisoka complied opening his mouth to allow the brunette's tongue to explore his own.
Noticing Hisoka's compliance Tsuzuki lead himself to believe it as an offer he could not refuse. Moving his lips from the naïve lips, he placed them to the boys curving neck
Hisoka's thoughts were being to become fuzzy. He couldn't contain himself. He had longed for his partner's affection but in a way his own reaction was not his. He was controlled by Tsuzuki's emotions. He couldn't tear his own from his partners; it was a dark mush of lust and desire. The blonde probed deeper seeking the slightest hint of love. He was immediately stabbed through the heart. He found the barrier with in the depths of his companion's heart. He had shut him out again, and for some reason was putting up a front of emotion, or so he thought.
The blonde lowered his gaze once again, his chin brushing against chocolate tendrils. The older shinigami seemed quite content, grazing his mouth up and down the exposed neck.
Not wanting to disturb the guardian of death, Hisoka slightly pressed his hand against the man's chest, giving off the slightest hint of a push. Tsuzuki stopped, rising his head to meet tinted cheeks and despondent emeralds.
Clearing his throat, the man shifted back from his crouched position and stood facing an awkward teen. Pressing the release button, the elevator shifted on rusty hinges and headed onward to their destination.
" Listen, Hisoka, I am…" His gaze lingered on the boy's small frame as he stood bringing his bag over his shoulder.
Hisoka bit his lip forcing him self to meet the other mans look. His cheeks still tinted from the previous actions he knew he would have to reassure his partner.
" Um…it's okay, Tsuzuki. It was a…I was…you… and…we" Words were not enough to explain the sudden gauche situation.
Breathing a sort of relief, the doors opened stating that there desired floor was reached. Hisoka quickly stepped out heading in the direction of Tsuzuki's and his room. Waiting for his partner to catch up he fidgeted with his bag hopping Tsuzuki would just drop the whole subject.