Hisoka gawked at the secretary as he and his partner came into the office – late, he had to notice. The two of them were holding hands, and the younger was smiling dazedly up at his partner. Tatsumi stopped walking, tilted up Watari's chin, and kissed him softly.
"I love you," he whispered breathily against his lips. The scientist giggled and nuzzled the brunette affectionately.
"Love you, too." Hisoka's jaw just about dropped off his face. What the hell is up with them? He thought, absolutely flabbergasted. Watari he could see doing something like this, but Tatsumi? The secretary was so businesslike! Now he was kissing his partner in the middle of the hall, grinning like an idiot? Tatsumi leaned in for another kiss, lacing his fingers though the other man's caramel locks. Watari pressed himself closer to the older man, returning the kiss enthusiastically. Hisoka went beet red as the gentle caress elevated to a heated make-out session, complete with whimpering moans and groping hands. That's it. I have got to do something about this! At least Tsuzuki and I had the consideration to be private about our relationship! He stalked forward, yanking Watari away from the older shinigami. He stood between them, one hand wrapped around the younger's wrist, the other pressed against the older man's chest.
"Hey!" he snapped. Both the secretary and the scientist looked absolutely shocked and more than a little upset. "Listen up, you two! I don't know what's gotten into you, but this is not appropriate for the middle of the hallway!"
"Let go of him," Tatsumi growled, suddenly very angry. Hisoka blinked. What the…? "Let go of him now, before I make you." The shadows around the head of the department started to grow and flex. Hisoka tightened his hold on Watari, his own temper mounting.
"You can't be serious! You're really going to attack me over-?!"
"You were trying to keep Watari from me – and look, you made him cry," Tatsumi cut him off. "Don't worry, Watari, I'm not letting you go. I'll protect you," the secretary now murmured to the scientist, who was, indeed, crying. He stepped back, startled, letting go of the blonde's wrist. In an instant, the two were in each other's arms, Watari sobbing into his partner's chest.
"I d-don't want to b-b-be se-separated…f-from you…ever!" the inventor sobbed, clinging feebly to the other man.
"Shhh, shh…I've got you," Tatsumi replied in a soft rumble, combing his fingers soothingly through the other's hair. Hisoka gaped at them.
"What the-?!"
"Silence! You've upset him enough as it is!" the brunette cut him off sharply. The youngest member of the shinigami snapped his mouth shut, frowning. That was when he noticed something was off about their emotional auras. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely wrong with them. "Let's go to my office, Yutaka," Tatsumi suggested. Hisoka watched, hopelessly confused, as the two of them walked off together…
Tsuzuki had his report in hand as he went to Tatsumi's office. He'd spent the past four hours working on it, and now he was finally satisfied that it was completed to the stern secretary's standards. He knocked on the door once and then came in. The shinigami froze, his eyes wide. Tatsumi and Watari were both completely naked, the latter bent over the former's desk while the brunette slid in and out of him. The scientists head was thrown back in pleasure, his lips parted in deep, heaving gasps, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Tatsumi was kissing up and down the nape of his neck , groaning softly. Neither of them seemed to notice the intruder's presence. Slowly, Tsuzuki took a step back, trying to pull his eyes away from the scene before him.
"Seiichiro! Ah! Oh, Sei!" Watari moaned, rocking back against him.
"Oh, Yutaka," Tatsumi purred. "I love you so much."
"Ah! Please! Yes!" Tsuzuki shut the door and left. What the…Tatsumi would never…would he? He wondered. Mystified, he went to find Hisoka in the library.
"Hisoka," he murmured, approaching his partner. "Tatsumi and Watari…"
"I know. I mean, I don't want to know what you caught them doing. But they're not themselves, right now."
"They're um…in his office…"
"I said I don't want to know! I already caught them making-out in the hallway!" Tsuzuki frowned. In the hallway? Tatsumi would never stand for that! "I've been here trying to figure out what happened to them." Tsuzuki exhaled deeply, sitting down.
"Maybe they're just in love. We've done it at the office before – numerous times," he suggested. While it seemed out of character for them, he really wasn't one to talk or try to stop it. They deserved their own happiness.
"No, something was wrong with their auras. I can't put my finger on it, but something is weird about it, and I'm not just saying that because I didn't expect this to happen. Honestly, I do want them to be happy. If the two of them got together—"
"That's not an 'if' statement, anymore, Hisoka. They are together – like…literally, right now."
"Right well, I'm happy for them, if it's real, but I'm telling you, something is weird with it. I can sense it. It's like…ah, I don't know. It's just wrong."
"So you're here researching?"
"Yeah, but I'm not finding much."
"Well, I know Watari was working on something big…maybe we should poke around his lab some…" Tsuzuki conceded. The truth was, something had felt off about the two of them, to him, too, though that could be easily chalked up to shock. The younger shinigami stood, nodding pensively. "But maybe we should leave well enough alone," Tsuzuki suggested, again. "I mean…if they're happy…"
"I'm telling you, something is wrong with them. Whatever it is they're feeling, it's not real! It's like someone-!" Hisoka stopped speaking abruptly. Oh, my God, Muraki! He thought, horrified. I bet that bastard is behind this! But why? Does it matter? I have to find him!
"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked. "Did you think of something?"
"I…I have to run down a lead. You look around Watari's lab, okay?" Hisoka patted his partner's arm, heading off.
"Where are you going?" Tsusuki called after him.
"Out!" came the blonde's reply. The door swung shut behind him. Tsuzuki stared after him, thoroughly confused. Then, with a shrug, he went down to the lab. At first glance, there was nothing different about the lab than usual. Papers and vials and books covered the tables and desks. The older shinigami looked around, frowning. That's when he saw 001 and 002 in the corner.
"Hey," he greeted them. "001, 002. I have some questions for you." The two birds looked at him, blinking owlishly. "Watari was working on something big recently, wasn't he?"
"Yes," 001 replied.
"Do you know what it was?" The two lab assistants looked at each other than back at Tsuzuki, shaking their heads. "Of course you don't. He didn't say anything to you about what it was? Even if it doesn't seem important, it might be, so if you can think of anything…"
"Tatsumi. He wanted to do it for Tatsumi," 002 supplied. Tsuzuki smiled and nodded, resuming his search of the papers and books. Could this all have been just an experiment gone wrong? He frowned, wishing he knew a little more about chemistry.
Muraki was in his apartment, staring out the window, when he noticed a certain someone on the street corner. His lips quirked up into a smirk. What was his little doll doing at his place? I doubt it was that he just missed me, he thought wryly. Hisoka went inside the building and a few minutes later, there was a knock on the doctor's door. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he opened the door.
"Hisoka," he purred. "What a pleasant surprise." The boy forced his way into the house, glaring hatefully at the platinum-haired man.
"What did you do?!" he demanded. Muraki blinked, surprised.
"I know you don't want to hear this, but I really didn't do anything, this time," he replied, genuinely confused.
"You're lying! You threatened Watari, and now…now something's wrong with him!" Hisoka shouted furiously.
"Why don't you start by telling me what happened to the good scientist? Would you like some tea. We could sit down and-"
"Shut up! Watari and Tatsumi are…are all over each other! They're…they're just…!"
"Oh, congratulations to Watari, finally winning over the love of his life."
"No! It's not like that! Something's wrong with them! They were making out in the hallway, and, I pushed them apart and Watari started crying! Tatsumi almost attacked me!" Muraki lifted an amused brow, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Really?" Hisoka crossed his arms angrily.
"This isn't funny, so I'll ask you one more time, bastard. What. Did. You. Do?" Muraki sighed, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, boy, but I really didn't do anything. The only thing I did ever was encourage Watari to go after his dreams and try to win Tatsumi's heart." Hisoka shot the doctor a confused look. "I've changed. No kidding. I've got no grudge against Watari. I saw no reason not to help him out of his misery. You should be thanking me for trying to clean up your mess."
"Well then what the hell happened to Tatsumi and Watari?" Hisoka snapped. Muraki shrugged, shaking his head.
"I don't know. It sounds like they're just madly in love."
"Oh, come on. Their behavior was excessive and…weird. Their auras were off, too. I could feel it."
"Sorry, I don't have anything for you. Watari didn't really tell me what he was planning except that he was determined to win Tatsumi's heart." Muraki chuckled. "It sounds amusing, though."
"This is serious!"
"Absolutely. I agree. It's very serious." But it was all the doctor could do to keep from breaking out laughing hysterically. Hisoka rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, if you don't have anything for me, I have to go."
"Good luck!" the older man called as the young shinigami left, slamming the door behind him. Smirking, he watched through the window as the boy left. What have you gotten yourself into, Watari? He mused. One way to find out…With a snap, he disappeared.
The doctor reappeared in Watari's apartment. He'd have gone to the scientist's lab if he didn't suspect Hisoka was already there. Frowning, he looked around. There were clothes – both Watari's and Tatsumi's – littering the floor, making their way to the bedroom. Two cups of tea were upended on the floor, their contents spilled. Kneeling, he examined the cups. There was a tiny bit of liquid in one of the cups. He picked it up and straightened. He sniffed it curiously. Mint, lemon, honey…and something else he couldn't place. He followed the trail of clothes to the bedroom. The bed was a mess of sheets, and the whole room was filled with the scent of sex. Well, at least Watari finally got his…he thought with a chuckle. Thought Hisoka is right, this does seem a little out of character for both of them. I'm supposed to believe Tatsumi just left this place a wreck? And neither of them cared about the spilled tea? He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Nothing of interest there. He went to the desk across the room. He rifled through the papers there until he uncovered a small, black journal. He grinned and flipped it open, skipping to the end.
"I've gotten so close to completing the love potion," it read. "I know it's sort of cheating, but it shouldn't fabricate feelings, only enhance them. I know Tatsumi loves me. I refuse to believe otherwise, after everything that's happened between us. I can see it in the way he looks at me when I leave my top four buttons undone and wear pants a little tighter than normal. I can hear it in his voice when he says my name, even when he's trying to be stern (or especially when he's trying to be stern). I can feel it in the little, lingering touches he leaves when he pats me on the shoulder or when our hands brush as I hand him a report. I just need him to love me enough to risk a relationship with me. The thing will be getting him to take it. If I can just get him to come over and visit, just once, I can give it to him in the guise of tea. This is my ninth attempt, but it looks like everything is right, this both have to take it at the same time, and the effects should be almost immediate. I'm not sure how much should be administered, because it can't be too diluted, even if we don't need to drink too much of it, so I'll just use half of what I have in each of our drinks. I hope this works."
Muraki re-read the passage three times before he finally got his mind wrapped around what had happened. He couldn't suppress a smirk as he realized what had happened. Experiment gone wrong, indeed. That's what Hisoka must have sensed. The potion had increased their love to the point where it blinded them to anything else. Serves him right for trying to resort to chemicals to obtain True Love, Muraki thought. If I could see that formula, though, I might be able to find out an antidote. I guess I'll go to the lab later, when it's clear, then. Suddenly, he gasped and looked up as someone came in. His eyes widened. Crap.
"T-Tsuzuki-san," he greeted the newcomer, smiling. The shinigami was staring at him, his face as white as a sheet, his eyes wide.
"Y-you…."
"I know. Don't blame Hisoka for not telling you, by the way. I threatened Watari, so his hands were bound." Tsuzuki took a half-step back.
"You died…"
"Come now, if you survived, why is it I couldn't have?"
"Th-the fire…how did you escape?"
"Trade secret." For a long, long moment, the shinigami was silent. Then, he seemed to come back to himself, glaring at Muraki.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. The doctor chuckled.
"I'm here because of Hisoka."
"What?! You leave him alone!"
"Calm down. I came because Hisoka came to me and accused me of messing with Watari and Tatsumi – which I didn't. I came here to investigate."
"Why would you care?"
"I was curious. Besides, can't I feel bad for Watari. He's been through so much. I encouraged him to pursue Tatsumi, so I consider it my business what happens with those attempts." The doctor smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me…" He snapped and once again disappeared. Tsuzuki stared after him, shocked. Hisoka poked his head into the room.
"Tsuzuki, what-?"
"Muraki. You didn't tell me…Muraki was alive." Hisoka looked away, scowling deeply.
"He threatened Watari. I…I didn't have a choice," he explained. "I was against it, but he begged me not to tell anyone, so…" Tsuzuki sighed heavily.
"I understand. I just…He was here…"
"I don't know what's up with him. I mean…I don't know. I've been trying not to think about it too much…for Watari's sake. But if he's involving himself in our affairs, maybe I should revise my policy."
"I wish you'd told me."
"I couldn't. As you can see, he has no trouble getting in and out of Meifu undetected. I was scared he'd find out and hurt Watari…Did you find anything useful in the lab?"
"Nothing I could decipher. It goes way over my head." Hisoka sighed, hanging his head. "Look, we'll figure something out. I'm sure." The boy nodded, pinching his nose. They both jumped, startled, as the door opened and slammed shut. "Crap, Watari must be home!" Hisoka thought desperately. At that moment, Tatsumi and Watari came stumbling into the room, hands fumbling with clothing, mouths firmly attached. If they even noticed the other two shinigamis' presence, they gave no sign of it. Watari's shirt dropped to the floor, quickly followed by Tatsumi's. The two of them staggered against the wall, where the older pinned his lover, ravishing his mouth thoroughly. Hisoka and Tsuzuki both slipped away, unnoticed.
Watari whimpered softly, threading his fingers through Tatsumi's hair. His eyes, clouded with lust, were half-closed in ecstasy. He was pushed up harder against the wall and winced as the light switch prodded into his back. Immediately, Tatsumi noticed and pulled him away from the wall to glare at the offending switch. Then, he spun Watari around and began to thoroughly kiss his back.
"Are you okay?" he murmured against the small indentation of the switch in the other man's skin.
"I'm fine," the blonde assured him.
"I want to protect you from everything, Watari. Nothing shall harm you, no matter how small, as long as I am here." The scientist shivered under his lover's touch.
"Oh, Sei…I've wanted you for so long…love you so much…" he whispered. The secretary reached around the man to toy with his nipples, each touch feather-soft, loving caresses.
"Yutaka…you have no idea how much I love you. How guilty I felt for how things have been…no more…I won't hold back anymore." He leaned up to draw his tongue up along the shell of the scientist's ear. Smiling, he sucked the lobe into his mouth, laving it thoroughly with his tongue.
"Seiichi…don't make me wait anymore…" the younger whimpered, grinding back against his growing arousal. The brunette pulled away and spun him around to kiss him hard on the mouth, steering his lover towards the living room. The two of them collapsed onto the couch, grinding, kissing, and groping feverishly. Fingers fumbled hastily with belts and buttons until the remainder of their clothes were discarded on the floor by the couch. Tatsumi hesitated a moment to stare lovingly at his debauched lover. He lifted the man's leg, kissing the inside of his knee before trailing his lips up to his thigh. The scientist's toes curled in pleasure as he whimpered softly. Tatsumi's tongue drew lazy designs over the other man's hip, stroking painfully close to the one area that demanded attention. "Don't tease," Watari begged.
The older shinigami turned his head and placed a soft kiss on the shaft of his lover's arousal. Watari's hips jerked as he cried out with shock and pleasure at the feeling. The next thing he knew, Tatsumi's mouth was completely enveloping his need, sucking hard. "No! Ah!" the scientist cried, unable to prevent himself from thrusting up into that wet, constricting heat. The secretary just grinned and sucked harder. "I'm…ah…I'm going to…SEI!" Hot, bittersweet fluids shot into his mouth, and he dutifully swallowed, savoring every, last drop, as he pulled away with a satisfied slurp.
"Don't worry, Yutaka," he murmured. "You can come over, and over, and over, again, if you want." He smiled warmly and kissed his way up to the other man's navel, swirling his tongue in it.
"S-Seiichiro…what do you like…about me?" Watari asked, combing his fingers through his lover's hair. The brunette chuckled softly.
"Everything…but I'll be specific. I love your kindness – your selflessness. You always take care of everyone else. I love your long, silky hair and your bright, compassionate eyes. I love your smooth, milky skin. I love your slender, seductive waist and your long, graceful legs and your sloping, swanlike neck. I love your fine, delicate features, your hands, your toes…everything. I love your sweet, sweet voice and your warm, gentle touch. Watari…you are absolutely perfect. I have always thought you were perfect."
"Even…even though y-you…Tsuzuki?"
"Yes, even when I wanted Tsuzuki, I…I always thought you…"
"Then why…why wasn't I the one you wanted?" Tatsumi sighed and leaned up to kiss the other man softly, apologetically.
"It's complicated. I always wanted to take care of Tsuzuki, and knowing what he'd been through…I felt guilty for leaving him, and…it just…became what it was. But now…it's only you, Yutaka." He kissed the other man again.
"Prove it to me. Make love to me."
"Gladly." He held his fingers to the other man's lips, pleased when Watari accepted them and began to lave them with his tongue, sucking on them lightly. "Mmmm…that's good," Tatsumi murmured, gently trying to pull his hand away, but Watari grabbed his wrist, holding it in place. "Come on, let go so I can make you feel even better," Tatsumi urged. The chemist locked eyes with his lover and released his fingers. The secretary trailed his fingers down his lover's torso to his tight, twitching entrance. He teased the hole lightly and then pressed his finger in. Watari gasped softly, arching a little. The brunette began to pump his finger in and out.
"It's…it's good," the younger whispered. "It's really good." Tatsumi added a second finger, scissoring them gently. The blonde squirmed, his lips falling open in a pleasured gasp. "More…" he keened. The older shinigami obeyed, adding a third finger. "Mmmph…yesssss." He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at his lover's recently-prepared hole.
"Ready?" he asked. Watari nodded eagerly, pressing his hips down against his lover's swollen need. Tatsumi gasped in pleasure and slowly pressed forward. Both of them moaned as their bodies joined. Once he was settled fully in that tight, hot passage, Tatsumi stayed still, waiting for the other to adjust.
"Oh, yes. Yes. It's so good. Move." The brunette obliged , drawing out until just the tip remained inside before thrusting back in. "Ah! Yes!" He repeated the action, his searching for that bundle of nerves inside his lover. "AH! There!" Watari practically screamed. Tatsumi smiled and continued to hit that spot. "Yes…Oh, Sei…Sei…!" The blonde arched and writhed beautifully beneath him, crying out shamelessly as his arms wrapped around the other man's neck, fingers seeking a purchase in his short, brown hair. The older shinigami increased his pace, his hips snapping forward urgently, driving them both towards completion. "Seiichiro…Sei…please…ahhh!" Watari babbled, arching up to meet him with each thrust.
"Yutaka…" the secretary whispered. "I love you."
"Yes! Sei! Y-Yes!" The scientist's fingers scrabbled across his lover's back, drawing faint, red lines across the pale expanse of skin. Tatsumi groaned heavily, thrusting deeply into his lover. They kissed sloppily, desperately, each seeking more and more contact with the other. They were both trembling and groaning and panting, unable to take anymore and yet unwilling to let it end. "Seiichi…I ca-can't…Ah…I-I'm going to…I can't take…anymore!" the blonde stammered, tossing his head from side to side as he pushed back against the other man's thrusts.
"I-I can't either…" Tatsumi whispered. "It's okay." He kissed the man's ear, smiling against the flushed cartilage. "There's always round two, anyways." That soft, seductive purr is what pushed Watari over the edge.
"Seiichiro!" he sobbed his pleasure as he convulsed, his muscles clamping tight around Tatsumi. The secretary flung his head back, a moan tearing from his throat as he released deep inside his lover.
"Yutaka…oh Yutaka…" he groaned, lowering himself down onto his elbows as to not crush his lover. They both lay there, staring into each other's eyes, panting hard, as they came down from their highs. Watari grinned, kissing him gently.
"I never want this to end…" he whispered.
