Title: Little Worries
Characters/Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Prompt: Hands
Still giddy from the victory at the archery tournament, the members of Juuou-chou chattered as they headed home to prepare for that night's festivities. Wakaba and Terazuma headed off the party, her long, brown curls bobbing as she walked along, while his eyes were fixed pointedly at the ground. Watari, all smiles and bubbling energy, and Tatsumi, stoic and pristine as always, followed a little ways behind, with Tsuzuki trailing after them. Hisoka stayed out of the way and to the back of the group, seeming determined to remain inconspicuous.
Watari was already looking forward to celebrating. "And Soutei-chou has to buy us all rounds of drinks! Ah, gambling! Gets my blood fired up!"
Tsuzuki turned a smile back on Hisoka, intending to make a joke, as he customarily did when the subject of alcohol came up. But he paused as he noticed Hisoka surreptitiously rubbing his wrist and hung back to walk alongside him.
"How's your hand?" Tsuzuki asked, his voice low, a warm smile on his face. He had felt an uncomfortable twisting sensation in his stomach when he'd heard Hisoka cry out halfway through the tournament, watched him cringe in pain and frustration over his sprained wrist, a result of the ricochet from his bowstring snapping. This worry came back to him now, a protective squeeze on his heart for the frail boy next to him.
Hisoka colored faintly, his hand immediately dropping to his side. "Fine," he replied, clearly affronted by the idea of being coddled.
Deep purple eyes narrowed in a frown.
"Then you won't mind me taking a look at it!" Tsuzuki retorted, disappearing in a flash and reappearing on Hisoka's other side. He reached for his partner's hand.
"I said I'm fi- ah!" Hisoka winced despite how gently Tsuzuki had taken his wrist. Tsuzuki's frown grew more severe. Taking Shinigami healing abilities as they were, sprains took a bit of time to stop hurting. But it wasn't the pain that worried him. What concerned Tsuzuki was how small Hisoka's wrist was. While Tsuzuki's hands were broad and healthy, Hisoka's was just a pale little thing, a delicate composition of bone that made Tsuzuki feel like he was holding something made of glass.
"May I have my hand back?" Hisoka asked, barely reigning in his aggravation. He glanced towards the group, which had proceeded without them and was gradually receding into the cool evening air.
"Hisoka, you should be wearing more," Tsuzuki fretted, reluctantly letting go of his hand. Hisoka immediately hid it in the folds of his coat.
"You should mind your own business."
Tsuzuki pouted, his eyes growing big and watery. "Bu~t, I worry about you," he replied, hovering by Hisoka's side like a dependent puppy. He persisted. "At least get your hand checked out by Watari when we get back!"
Hisoka rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Grinning, Tsuzuki reached a hand out and ruffled Hisoka's hair. "Hisoka should do as his elders tell him."
"Elders? You mean my like my great-great grandfather?"
"Oh, so I'm ancient, huh? About to catch my death of cold?" Tsuzuki pretended to be insulted. "Just promise me you'll warm me up if I do," he finished with a playful wink.
Hisoka flushed soundly and Tsuzuki took that moment to grab his undamaged wrist and tug him along, to catch up with the bubbling laughter of the group.
Title: Firsts
Characters/Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Prompt: Growing Up
Intimacy was difficult for Hisoka. Tsuzuki knew this - many long, painful nights had taught him as much - and he knew going into it that a relationship with Hisoka was going to be challenging. Tsuzuki's scars weren't sexual in nature; he had no problem with physical closeness. But the last thing he wanted to do was rush Hisoka. In spite of any pleasure he got out of their hesitant, exploratory moments together, he had managed to control his impulses and go at his partner's pace. If he hadn't, it would certainly have destroyed them both. One good thing that came with years upon years of life after death: Tsuzuki knew how to wait.
Ten years he had waited.
Hisoka hadn't changed a day in appearance. He still had that same thin, delicate body, that angelic face, those penetrating green eyes. The years showed in his eyes the most. The anguish, the mistrust and hollowness so sharp in his eyes at their first meeting had dulled, replaced with a strength and peace and tenderness only seen by Tsuzuki when they were alone together. They continued to take things slowly, and Tsuzuki was content to let Hisoka decide when he was ready.
Tsuzuki had grown so accustomed to not making assumptions about his partner, Hisoka caught him completely by surprise one night.
"Hisoka, what should we make for dinner?" Tsuzuki asked, cheerfully rifling through boxes and jars of ingredients. He heard the door to the kitchen close with a soft click. No reply followed and Tsuzuki glanced back over his shoulder.
"Hisoka?"
Standing before him in a large, white dress shirt – and only a dress shirt – was Hisoka. He wasn't shaking or faltering, not apologetic. He walked – slunk, Tsuzuki corrected himself with a gulp – up to Tsuzuki, green eyes steady and trusting, and leaned up to kiss him. This was not the naïve kiss of a child, and Tsuzuki had to try very hard to make his brain function after he felt Hisoka's tongue caress the inside of his mouth.
"Hi-Hisoka…" Tsuzuki breathed when they finally parted, and he could feel himself blush.
Hisoka smiled, just faintly, and Tsuzuki could feel whatever remained of his older brother complex crumble very quickly. It was as though the creature before him had lost his ethereal, untouchable qualities and was reborn in flesh, becoming more human, more… adult. In an instant, Tsuzuki felt himself relax, finally free of the worry of taking advantage of a fragile youth, and look at Hisoka in a new light.
"Tsuzuki." Hisoka's voice was soft and breathy, and was followed by warm kisses on Tsuzuki's ear, the tantalizing heat of Hisoka's body as he pressed close to Tsuzuki. It took only a moment for Tsuzuki to realize just how enticing Hisoka – no longer the bratty sixteen year old, but the beautiful young man – was.
It was so like Hisoka to take control of the situation by coming on to Tsuzuki instead of the other way around. But Tsuzuki noticed that in the same instance Hisoka was willing acceding his control over the situation. However slight the risk that Tsuzuki would push him away or force him to go faster than he was ready, it was still there, and Hisoka's silent acknowledgement of the give and take of their relationship made Tsuzuki feel happier than he ever had before.
Hisoka touched him then, kissed him with that fierce gentleness that was so contradictory and so perfectly Hisoka, and Tsuzuki's thoughts blurred into pleasure, the notion lingering that Hisoka had the power to completely undo him.
It had been worth the wait.
Title: Green
Characters/Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Prompt: Eyes
Hisoka had never really thought about his eyes until one day Tsuzuki commented offhandedly that he thought they were pretty. Of course at the time Hisoka had gruffly deflected the compliment, but he was still thinking about it by the time he went to bed that night.
Tsuzuki says the weirdest things.
Usually Hisoka only paid attention to his appearance when there was something he needed to cover up – namely, his scars. He always made sure they couldn't be seen, and that ate up most of the time he would have spent fixing his hair or gazing at his reflection or whatever normal people did when they got dressed.
Hisoka never considered himself "pretty." For one thing, it made him sound weak. Pretty meant that he was supposed to get away with looking nice and being incompetent.
Hisoka absolutely never considered himself "beautiful." Beautiful was what he called him, on that endless night filled with blinding pain. Beautiful was torture.
"Nah, Hisoka definitely has the prettiest eyes in the office."
Tsuzuki didn't consider him useless. Tsuzuki definitely didn't think of him like Muraki did. Then... why had he said that? Eyes were just eyes. The more he thought about it, the more confused he got. But thinking back on it, he had to admit he liked the way the area around Tsuzuki's eyes crinkled when he really smiled.
Title: Force of Habit
Characters/Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Prompt: Hair
One bad habit of Tsuzuki's was that he loved to ruffle Hisoka's hair. Whether for a job well done or as a comforting sign of affection, he'd do it at least twice, sometimes three times a day. Hisoka always cringed when he saw it coming, but never ended up dodging out of the way. It was inevitable that his personal space was going to be invaded multiple times a day, and he preferred this way to many of the other possibilities.
Still. It made him feel like a kid. Or a pet. That and each hair ruffle usually came with a joke in poor taste.
"If you get scared, you can sleep with me tonight."
Stupid. Hisoka blushed just thinking about it. All those years stuck in the office had gone to Tsuzuki's head and... and made him a pervert. Or stole his sense of decency. Or... something. In any case, it was all Tsuzuki's fault.
"Penny for your thoughts!" Tsuzuki grinned at Hisoka from the opposite side of the copy machine.
"You're old," Hisoka replied bluntly and busied himself with the machine.
Tsuzuki looked ready to cry, but recovered instantly. "I may be old, but I've had loads of experience!" he said with a wink and, lowering his voice, added, "Maybe I'll let you in on it when you're a little older."
What followed was a High Winds Level Older Brother Hair Ruffle. He should have seen it coming.
Title: Forgiving
Characters/Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Prompt: Repent
"Hisoka, how can I make it up to you?"
"I said forget about it."
"But I'm really really sorry!"
"It's not the first time, so don't worry about it."
"But I saw your face! It really hurt you!"
"I wouldn't say it hurt. I was just taken aback at first."
"..."
"Tsuzuki?"
"I... I want you to trust me."
"... what?"
"Last night... I mean... I don't want to do that to you. You don't deserve it."
"..."
"Hisoka?"
"I... trust you."
"You... really?"
"...Yes. So, look, you really don't have to get so worked up about eating the last slice of cake."
