The Ties that Bind - by Janie Hart
Part 2
"That was nice."
"Mm," was Hisoka's reply.
They lingered on the bed after their shower, knowing that they had plenty of opportunity to rush to work later. Tsuzuki lightly rubbed his hand up and down Hisoka's naked spine, glowing in each other's presence. Hisoka laid his head down under Tsuzuki's strong neck, his hair still damp, and cocooned in warmth.
"Were you dreaming this morning?" Hisoka murmured into the hollow of his collarbone.
"Hai," Tsuzuki whispered into light, sugar-brown hair.
"Want to talk about it?" His partner shook his head after a thought. Hisoka simply nuzzled his broad chest. "That's all right, there's no hurry."
"Though I think we might have to hurry to the office soon," Tsuzuki joked.
"I suppose we should," Hisoka said reluctantly. One thing they discovered early on that they had in common was their penchant for sleeping in. "What do you want for breakfast?"
Tsuzuki smiled. "Toast. Maybe eggs. Anything quick."
"Then you make the toast, and I'll do eggs." They kissed once before getting up, then shuffled around for misplaced clothing.
Hisoka was the first to finish, and went to the kitchen to start up the stove. Tsuzuki had to wrestle a bit with his pants before he could follow, sloppily buttoning his shirt and accidentally missing a button so he had to redo the whole thing. Reaching the fridge he took out some butter, juice and jam, and then put bread into the toaster. Next to the stove, Hisoka broke an egg over the frying pan, and the smell of fresh food caused the man's stomach to growl. Going up behind Hisoka, Tsuzuki lightly wrapped his arms around his young partner's waist.
"You know, you wouldn't look half bad in an apron," he said brightly.
Hisoka snorted. "You wish."
"Aw, come on. I can just see you in something frilly, maybe pink, and a cute red heart right there - "
The young man gave a strangled sort of protest as a wandering hand declared just where would the heart be, and the frying pan nearly sliding off the stove. "TSUZUKI! You moron, you're going to lose your damned breakfast if you keep doing that!" Hisoka rapped his spatula over Tsuzuki's knuckles, and the man let go with an apologetic laugh.
"Gomen nasaiiii Hisoka!" The toast popped from the toaster at that moment. He decided to distract himself with getting plates and silverware, setting the table, and nibbling at the corner of his bread. It was strawberry jam today, and he made sure to load up as much as he could get away with. The simple thought of his partner berating him about taking too much jam made him smile - it wasn't too long ago that Tsuzuki ate breakfast alone, and it was so much better when he had someone else with him. Then, for the sake of it, he buttered up Hisoka's toast.
"Thank-you," Hisoka said with a gentle look, coming by with the eggs.
They ate and were satisfied, piling the plates into the sink and giving them a good rinse before they saw that they had to leave. Gathering at the doorway they had one last look at the little house they shared together - small, but filled with love that was forged through many trials, then tempered by time and understanding. Hisoka and Tsuzuki stepped outside, closing the door and locking it behind them.
Had they known what the next few days would hold for them, maybe they would have delayed the parting just a bit longer; for it would be the last time that they would ever be in that home together.
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TBC!
Dun dun DUUN
Notes: Don't worry! I love Tsuzuki and Hisoka too much to do any too horrible to them... I think... ::mwahaha::!!!