:: love me ::
chapter 2 - just touched by you
The blonde scientist removed his glasses and let out a heavy sigh as yet another experiment failed. He rubbed his temples and slumped into his chair. He'd been sooo unfocused lately; even his experiments failed to fail properly. He knew what was missing - at least that was a good start. Recent cases were so many; the chief had always been calling Tatsumi in and as a result the latter hardly had any time to spend with him. Distance was supposed to make the heart grow fonder - or something like that - indeed it did. A little too much. He sighed as he ran a finger along the mouths of various test tubes with different coloured liquids. The last one was his latest addition. Ah, yes... the one he was supposed to test on Tsuzuki... it could be used in its gaseous state as well. a simple whiff would, well, increase the hormonal charges in its victim, causing him (or her) to yearn most terribly for the one he or she held most important. Watari was just being playful, and was contemplating whether to dope Tsuzuki's drink or release it into his room through the connecting air vents. But now he wondered if Tsuzuki was the right one to spike... his thoughts were quickly diverted to Tatsumi, and he thought of the last time they actually made love. God, that was so long ago... he missed the feel of having their bare skins together, the kisses Tatsumi frequently teased him with, the feeling of having Tatsumi inside him... he shook his head violently, startling the tiny owl that perched upon his shoulder. The feathered creature fluttered down to the nearest table, its tiny wings tipping the test tube rack over. The harmless liquids spilled onto the table. Watari sighed and chuckled at the mess. Good thing they weren't explosive. After handing his credit card to Hisoka, he was rather broke, and wouldn't have enough to pay for any damages. He grabbed a dry cloth and began to clean up. The smell of ammonia wafted through the air and Watari wrinkled his nose. He stopped suddenly, and clasped his free hand over his mouth.
"Masaka!" He gasped, coughing slightly. But there wasn't time for him to think further, as his mind was suddenly flooded with images of Tatsumi. "Kuso..." he uttered as he held his head, trying to push the idea out of his mind. But the thought of just being in close physical contact with his lover was driving him crazy... furthermore he was starting to get rather... uncomfortable...
Giving up, he threw his hands up and undid the red ribbon that bound his golden locks [goldilocks?? Hehez...], letting them cascade down his back like a golden waterfall. He flung the door open and stormed out of the lab, heading down the hallway. He kicked the door to the meeting room open and walked in, fixing his gaze on Tatsumi's shocked expression. Ignoring the offended stares from the chief and other board members, he approached the man at the end of the long table and leaned forward, placing his lips upon Tatsumi's. Hungrily, he forced Tatsumi's lips apart and worked his tongue through. Meeting with his lover's, the two shared the passion they'd missed out so much on. The way he returned the kiss told Watari he felt the same way. he smirked to himself. Soon, the initially surprised Tatsumi also closed his eyes, bringing his hands up to his lover's face, not caring about the murmurs of disapproval they were getting. The chief stood up and gathered his belongings.
Clearing his throat, he suggested, "Saa, minna-san, shall we continue the rest of the meeting over a nice cup of tea?"
There was a sudden murmur of agreement, and a rush of packing. The pair only ceased when the last of the board members had shuffled uncomfortably out of the room, locking the door behind him. Watari, leaned against the table, left a lick on Tatsumi's lower lip as he pulled away.
Tatsumi twirled a few strands of gold around his finger as he gazed into Watari's honey eyes. "I was going to ask if you missed me," he started, "but I guess that's unnecessary now that you just freaked all our bosses out."
Watari smirked and gently removed Tatsumi's glasses and put them aside. "And when were you intending to ask me? Tatsumi shrugged, "After this meeting?"
"Liar," Watari slid his hands into Tatsumi's jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, leaning into another kiss. He worked the tie off, and slowly unbuttoned the white shirt. He then shrugged his own lab coat off.
"Why so eager today, koishii?" Tatsumi laughed softly as he rose to his feet, nipping at Watari's neck. The blonde moaned and told his story as the older man took his time undressing him. All this seemed so casual to Tatsumi, although it had been a long time since they last did anything. After leaving a light bruise on Watari's skin, Tatsumi stepped back a pace and admired his prize, who'd gone slightly red under his lover's scrutiny.
The secretary wrapped his arms around Watari's waist, "I can't make it special today though," he warned, "Konoe-san is having another meeting in an hour, and I can't have the room smelling heavily of..."
"Us?" Watari grinned as he began to work on Tatsumi's pants.
Tatsumi chuckled and gave a small nod. He lowered his head, clasping his lips over a hard nipple, at the same time 'accidentally' brushing his hand over the scientist's arousal, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He lay Watari back as he hoisted himself atop the latter, continuing his ministrations upon his chest. Watari moaned and spread his legs as he felt Tatsumi tracing a line along his entrance. His mouth opened slightly, which Tatsumi took as an opportunity to snog him again. He ran his hands over Tatsumi's chest, feeling the peaks harden under the cool touch of his palms. He nearly bit on Tatsumi as he felt the intrusion of two long fingers. He spread his legs wider and let out a soft whimper, pleading for Tatsumi to take him. Obliging his lover, Tatsumi nibbled on Watari's collarbone and pushed gently into him.
Watari gasped slightly and dug his fingers into Tatsumi's back "Oh God..." he murmured.
Once fully enveloped, Tatsumi began a pumping motion. His hand wrapped around Watari's throbbing member, stroking its length lovingly. Watari's breath came ragged as he rocked against his lover. Yes... this was what he'd been longing for... his arms snaked around Tatsumi's neck, bringing their lips together. The feel of Tatsumi in him, the erotic tingling of their bare skins together...Watari felt himself nearing the edge as their pace increased. Coming...nearer...nearer... Watari cried into Tatsumi's neck and shuddered as both went over the edge, spilling over their stomachs and into Watari's canal. Tatsumi collapsed onto a sweating Watari, and brushed stray strands of gold away from his face. He ran a hand through the golden river, planted a playful kiss on Watari's nose and smiled.
"Thank you..." Watari whispered.
"Just be more careful next time," Tatsumi slid off the table and started to get dressed, "Keep this up and we'll be fired in no time."
Watari beamed.
***
Tsuzuki held onto the crying boy, waiting for the sobs to subside. When they finally did Hisoka had drifted to sleep. The poor kid, Tsuzuki thought, but adorably helpless anyway. He leaned back against the bed's backboard, resting the youth on his lap. He established connection to Enma- cho through his cell phone, and talked to Tatsumi, who told him about Watari's little accident, and afterward rushed him to hang up as Tsuzuki's free talk-time for the day was almost up, even before Tsuzuki could ask for advice. Tsuzuki sighed and tossed his cell into the nearest couch. Some help that was. He looked down at the sleeping kid. He stroked Hisoka's head, feeling the boy's hair. A smile crept onto his face. Thinking his partner might get chilly, he reached for a blanket and covered Hisoka up to the shoulder. Holding him, Tsuzuki leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
He awoke when he felt Hisoka shift. Snuggle, to be exact. Tsuzuki assumed the boy was feeling cold - or was already awake. But he just looked, not wanting to startle him. he let Hisoka lie undisturbed for a while, but curiosity got the better of him.
***
Hisoka lifted his heavy eyelids and stifled a yawn. It was already evening?? Yellow-orange rays of sun found their way into the hotel room, dappling the walls with sort of a peach colour. It was really soothing, especially with the peace and quiet of the room. This was something he really appreciated. He gave a contented sigh and snuggled into the black pillow.... Hold it. Hisoka's eyes widened. Hotels don't have black pillows, he thought, as he raised his eyes to see a pair of outstretched legs. Hotel pillowcases don't come in denim, and pillows don't have legs... he recollected his thoughts. He remembered waiting for Tsuzuki to finish his shower... then he thought of the past, Muraki... he broke down, and the last thing he remembered was... oh yes. Being hugged. No way, he mentally kicked himself, he fell asleep? Just like that? He took a good look at his position. His head rested on Tsuzuki's lap, and he had a blanket draped over up to his shoulder, which his senior's hand was still holding onto. Hisoka's first thought was to get off the bed as quickly as possible. But then again... he listened to the steady breathing. Tsuzuki was asleep as well. Hisoka couldn't see his face; as much as he wanted to, he didn't want to wake him. besides, it wasn't everyday that he got a chance to lie in Tsuzuki's lap like that. Furthermore, he couldn't feel anything from Tsuzuki... just a very serene emotion, which was really relaxing, and Hisoka found it comfortable, thank you very much. He smiled to himself.
"You awake?" Tsuzuki's voice cut through the stillness. Not startling, but calm.
Hisoka shifted slightly, "Hai..."
Tsuzuki gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, "Feeling better?"
A nod. Hisoka pushed himself up slowly and lay against the backboard beside Tsuzuki. The two simply stared ahead in silence. It was kind of awkward... at least it felt that way to the older shinigami. Hisoka, on the other hand liked it that way - just as he'd always loved, just being alone with Tsuzuki, not having to care about anything for the time they were together.
"I contacted Tatsumi while you were asleep." Tsuzuki started.
"Really."
"Mm."
"And?"
"You won't believe what happened back there. 003 caused a little accident in the lab and Watari got the effects straight in his face. Then he disrupted a meeting and snogged Tatsumi in front of the board members," Tsuzuki chuckled, "Tatsumi was shocked of course, but they got it on anyway."
Hisoka stifled a laugh and shook his head, musing at his blonde confidante. Watari never failed to amuse anybody.
A period of silence again. For a while the pair just appreciated each other's company. Hisoka was debating with himself, whether to clarify his doubt about the puzzling emotion he'd been feeling from the relaxed brunette beside him. Tsuzuki just assumed Hisoka to be another one of his don't-feel-like-talking-to-anyone moods.
Just ask him, the voice in Hisoka's head urged. He'll think I'm crazy. No he won't, he's Tsuzuki. But what if I end up embarrassing myself? It won't be the first time. But he'll get freaked. Not even Muraki freaks him out. True... maybe I should. Then get to it! Hisoka gave himself a mental push and sat upright, looking his partner in the eyes.
"Something on my face?" Tsuzuki lifted his hands to feel around his cheeks.
Hisoka reached up and held his hands down, maintaining eye contact. It took a lot no to lose himself in Tsuzuki's violet pools. "No," he lowered his eyes and focused on their hands instead. "Something's been bugging me for quite some time..."
"Shoot," Tsuzuki egged, "You know I'll listen to anything." he smiled reassuringly. He slammed down his anxiousness and nervousness, not wanting Hisoka to feel anything but at ease.
"Well..." the boy stammered, his cheeks flushed, "Tsuzuki, are you... are you... gay?"
Tsuzuki's expression made him want to take out his gun and fire it through his own temple. But he just saw a loving smile grace the senior's lips. Tsuzuki gently brushed a few erratic strands away from Hisoka's eyes. His hand then traced Hisoka's jawline, and tilted the latter's shin. He searched into Hisoka's green orbs.
"Hisoka..." he leaned closer, "forgive me if I shouldn't be doing this..." Tsuzuki brought their lips together. The hand that tilted Hisoka's chin moved to cup his cheek as Tsuzuki's tongue ran along Hisoka's lower lip. Hisoka was startled, but as it was, it wasn't hard to just lean into Tsuzuki's gesture, allowing his senior to explore his mouth. Shots of electricity ran all the way to his fingertips as their tongues met, soon dancing with passion. Tsuzuki reluctantly pulled away, and left a light kiss on Hisoka's lips. He brought their foreheads together.
"Do you understand now?" he asked, unafraid to cover up what he felt for the boy.
"Tsuzuki..." Hisoka whispered, feeling quite light-headed, and slowly pulled Tsuzuki in for another experience. Now he knew what he felt - he felt love. Tsuzuki's love.
No words were needed after they broke the kiss - just smiles and understanding.
"I think I'd better take that shower," Hisoka finally suggested, "it's almost dinner-time."
"Aa," Tsuzuki agreed, smiling after the boy. His eyes flicked to the window - he could've sworn there was something there... probably another optical light thing, he shrugged.
***
"How's it going??" Watari jabbed at the younger Gushoushin, who had it's wings/arms folded. "Come on!! Tell me!! I can't get him to open up, Tatsumi." he pouted and leaned against the secretary, hugging him around the waist.
Tatsumi laughed, "Gushoushin, don't waste time - time is money."
Gushoushin then broke into a wide grin and gave them a thumbs up sign. "I think things are starting to go our way!"
"Yatta! I'm such a genius!!" Watari clapped his hands together.
Tatsumi shrugged, "What a waste of your money, Watari... we could have put it to... more constructive uses..." he smiled jokingly.
Watari just wriggled out of Tatsumi's hold and stretched. He pushed Tatsumi out of the lab and winked, "Time is money, we all have work to do now."
Tatsumi pinched Watari's nose playfully and went to attend another meeting. The scientist then pushed a dollar bill into Gushoushin's awaiting palm. "Well done!" He smiled happily.
***
The two shinigami didn't bother going to any fancy western restaurant for dinner - but to a small café down the road - the one which was "supposed to sell really good apple strudel", quoting Tsuzuki. The pair in the corner booth looked very unprofessional in their casual clothes, squabbling about the last slice of strudel.
"Ha! Mine!" Hisoka triumphantly chocked the sweet slice into his mouth.
Tsuzuki was reminded of their first lunch together, when his grudge over food had been aggravated, and the sucker sitting across him just ate the mustard-covered dumpling and got knocked out after gushing down a whole glass of alcohol. Tsuzuki burst into laughter.
Hisoka eyed him suspiciously.
"Nothing," Tsuzuki sputtered, "nothing in particular."
But then... it was after that particular glass that Tsuzuki got to know the cute side of Hisoka. He cleared his throat. "Remember the first time I had to carry you to a hotel room?"
Hisoka blushed. "Yeah, you were such an idiot then."
"Did you know you scolded me in your sleep?"
"You probably deserved it," Hisoka retorted, sipping at his cola.
Tsuzuki ignore that last remark and went on, "Did you know that I stole a kiss that night?" He winked, "You were just sooo cute when you were asleep!"
Hisoka turned a bright pink, "Baka," he stammered, "What were you thinking?"
Tsuzuki just shrugged, smiling. He called for the bill and made Hisoka pay, much to the latter's disapproval.
"I'm broke and you're not." Came the simple answer, "Let's go, I want to show you something."
They took a stroll to the park, where Tsuzuki was planning to bring Hisoka to a clearing in the wooded area. The last time he was there with Tatsumi they found plenty of fireflies, which illuminated the area, even though moonlight couldn't shine through the trees. They went along the path, discussing what they should do about the case they'd been assigned to. Hisoka was so immersed in Tsuzuki's plans - he was amazing when he actually got down to business, unlike the idiot he was most of the time. "A lamp by day", Gushoushin would say. He hardly noticed Tsuzuki stopping until the latter grabbed his shoulder.
"Tsuzuki..." he started, but stopped when he saw his senior's heated glare towards... "Muraki!"
The deranged doctor held a lifeless high-school girl, who was bleeding from the neck. The fireflies were still around, casting an eerie glow around the clearing. Muraki smiled casually at the two, and Hisoka half wondered how his suit was still white.
"Konbanwa, Tsuzuki-san," he dropped the body, completely ignoring Hisoka's presence and paced towards his obsession, who grit his teeth and held his arms straight at his sides.
- author's ramling -
oh well. what's with me?? at least everybody's a happy couple now. Cliché or what?? Haha, right. Now I'm thinking: should Muraki French Tsuzuki and make Hisoka jealous? Or should he just be himself and French Tsuzuki anyway?? .;; forgive me - just broke my legs and went lame. Hmm. but fellow RK fans would've have realised where the title came from. ^^
chapter 2 - just touched by you
The blonde scientist removed his glasses and let out a heavy sigh as yet another experiment failed. He rubbed his temples and slumped into his chair. He'd been sooo unfocused lately; even his experiments failed to fail properly. He knew what was missing - at least that was a good start. Recent cases were so many; the chief had always been calling Tatsumi in and as a result the latter hardly had any time to spend with him. Distance was supposed to make the heart grow fonder - or something like that - indeed it did. A little too much. He sighed as he ran a finger along the mouths of various test tubes with different coloured liquids. The last one was his latest addition. Ah, yes... the one he was supposed to test on Tsuzuki... it could be used in its gaseous state as well. a simple whiff would, well, increase the hormonal charges in its victim, causing him (or her) to yearn most terribly for the one he or she held most important. Watari was just being playful, and was contemplating whether to dope Tsuzuki's drink or release it into his room through the connecting air vents. But now he wondered if Tsuzuki was the right one to spike... his thoughts were quickly diverted to Tatsumi, and he thought of the last time they actually made love. God, that was so long ago... he missed the feel of having their bare skins together, the kisses Tatsumi frequently teased him with, the feeling of having Tatsumi inside him... he shook his head violently, startling the tiny owl that perched upon his shoulder. The feathered creature fluttered down to the nearest table, its tiny wings tipping the test tube rack over. The harmless liquids spilled onto the table. Watari sighed and chuckled at the mess. Good thing they weren't explosive. After handing his credit card to Hisoka, he was rather broke, and wouldn't have enough to pay for any damages. He grabbed a dry cloth and began to clean up. The smell of ammonia wafted through the air and Watari wrinkled his nose. He stopped suddenly, and clasped his free hand over his mouth.
"Masaka!" He gasped, coughing slightly. But there wasn't time for him to think further, as his mind was suddenly flooded with images of Tatsumi. "Kuso..." he uttered as he held his head, trying to push the idea out of his mind. But the thought of just being in close physical contact with his lover was driving him crazy... furthermore he was starting to get rather... uncomfortable...
Giving up, he threw his hands up and undid the red ribbon that bound his golden locks [goldilocks?? Hehez...], letting them cascade down his back like a golden waterfall. He flung the door open and stormed out of the lab, heading down the hallway. He kicked the door to the meeting room open and walked in, fixing his gaze on Tatsumi's shocked expression. Ignoring the offended stares from the chief and other board members, he approached the man at the end of the long table and leaned forward, placing his lips upon Tatsumi's. Hungrily, he forced Tatsumi's lips apart and worked his tongue through. Meeting with his lover's, the two shared the passion they'd missed out so much on. The way he returned the kiss told Watari he felt the same way. he smirked to himself. Soon, the initially surprised Tatsumi also closed his eyes, bringing his hands up to his lover's face, not caring about the murmurs of disapproval they were getting. The chief stood up and gathered his belongings.
Clearing his throat, he suggested, "Saa, minna-san, shall we continue the rest of the meeting over a nice cup of tea?"
There was a sudden murmur of agreement, and a rush of packing. The pair only ceased when the last of the board members had shuffled uncomfortably out of the room, locking the door behind him. Watari, leaned against the table, left a lick on Tatsumi's lower lip as he pulled away.
Tatsumi twirled a few strands of gold around his finger as he gazed into Watari's honey eyes. "I was going to ask if you missed me," he started, "but I guess that's unnecessary now that you just freaked all our bosses out."
Watari smirked and gently removed Tatsumi's glasses and put them aside. "And when were you intending to ask me? Tatsumi shrugged, "After this meeting?"
"Liar," Watari slid his hands into Tatsumi's jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, leaning into another kiss. He worked the tie off, and slowly unbuttoned the white shirt. He then shrugged his own lab coat off.
"Why so eager today, koishii?" Tatsumi laughed softly as he rose to his feet, nipping at Watari's neck. The blonde moaned and told his story as the older man took his time undressing him. All this seemed so casual to Tatsumi, although it had been a long time since they last did anything. After leaving a light bruise on Watari's skin, Tatsumi stepped back a pace and admired his prize, who'd gone slightly red under his lover's scrutiny.
The secretary wrapped his arms around Watari's waist, "I can't make it special today though," he warned, "Konoe-san is having another meeting in an hour, and I can't have the room smelling heavily of..."
"Us?" Watari grinned as he began to work on Tatsumi's pants.
Tatsumi chuckled and gave a small nod. He lowered his head, clasping his lips over a hard nipple, at the same time 'accidentally' brushing his hand over the scientist's arousal, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He lay Watari back as he hoisted himself atop the latter, continuing his ministrations upon his chest. Watari moaned and spread his legs as he felt Tatsumi tracing a line along his entrance. His mouth opened slightly, which Tatsumi took as an opportunity to snog him again. He ran his hands over Tatsumi's chest, feeling the peaks harden under the cool touch of his palms. He nearly bit on Tatsumi as he felt the intrusion of two long fingers. He spread his legs wider and let out a soft whimper, pleading for Tatsumi to take him. Obliging his lover, Tatsumi nibbled on Watari's collarbone and pushed gently into him.
Watari gasped slightly and dug his fingers into Tatsumi's back "Oh God..." he murmured.
Once fully enveloped, Tatsumi began a pumping motion. His hand wrapped around Watari's throbbing member, stroking its length lovingly. Watari's breath came ragged as he rocked against his lover. Yes... this was what he'd been longing for... his arms snaked around Tatsumi's neck, bringing their lips together. The feel of Tatsumi in him, the erotic tingling of their bare skins together...Watari felt himself nearing the edge as their pace increased. Coming...nearer...nearer... Watari cried into Tatsumi's neck and shuddered as both went over the edge, spilling over their stomachs and into Watari's canal. Tatsumi collapsed onto a sweating Watari, and brushed stray strands of gold away from his face. He ran a hand through the golden river, planted a playful kiss on Watari's nose and smiled.
"Thank you..." Watari whispered.
"Just be more careful next time," Tatsumi slid off the table and started to get dressed, "Keep this up and we'll be fired in no time."
Watari beamed.
***
Tsuzuki held onto the crying boy, waiting for the sobs to subside. When they finally did Hisoka had drifted to sleep. The poor kid, Tsuzuki thought, but adorably helpless anyway. He leaned back against the bed's backboard, resting the youth on his lap. He established connection to Enma- cho through his cell phone, and talked to Tatsumi, who told him about Watari's little accident, and afterward rushed him to hang up as Tsuzuki's free talk-time for the day was almost up, even before Tsuzuki could ask for advice. Tsuzuki sighed and tossed his cell into the nearest couch. Some help that was. He looked down at the sleeping kid. He stroked Hisoka's head, feeling the boy's hair. A smile crept onto his face. Thinking his partner might get chilly, he reached for a blanket and covered Hisoka up to the shoulder. Holding him, Tsuzuki leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
He awoke when he felt Hisoka shift. Snuggle, to be exact. Tsuzuki assumed the boy was feeling cold - or was already awake. But he just looked, not wanting to startle him. he let Hisoka lie undisturbed for a while, but curiosity got the better of him.
***
Hisoka lifted his heavy eyelids and stifled a yawn. It was already evening?? Yellow-orange rays of sun found their way into the hotel room, dappling the walls with sort of a peach colour. It was really soothing, especially with the peace and quiet of the room. This was something he really appreciated. He gave a contented sigh and snuggled into the black pillow.... Hold it. Hisoka's eyes widened. Hotels don't have black pillows, he thought, as he raised his eyes to see a pair of outstretched legs. Hotel pillowcases don't come in denim, and pillows don't have legs... he recollected his thoughts. He remembered waiting for Tsuzuki to finish his shower... then he thought of the past, Muraki... he broke down, and the last thing he remembered was... oh yes. Being hugged. No way, he mentally kicked himself, he fell asleep? Just like that? He took a good look at his position. His head rested on Tsuzuki's lap, and he had a blanket draped over up to his shoulder, which his senior's hand was still holding onto. Hisoka's first thought was to get off the bed as quickly as possible. But then again... he listened to the steady breathing. Tsuzuki was asleep as well. Hisoka couldn't see his face; as much as he wanted to, he didn't want to wake him. besides, it wasn't everyday that he got a chance to lie in Tsuzuki's lap like that. Furthermore, he couldn't feel anything from Tsuzuki... just a very serene emotion, which was really relaxing, and Hisoka found it comfortable, thank you very much. He smiled to himself.
"You awake?" Tsuzuki's voice cut through the stillness. Not startling, but calm.
Hisoka shifted slightly, "Hai..."
Tsuzuki gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, "Feeling better?"
A nod. Hisoka pushed himself up slowly and lay against the backboard beside Tsuzuki. The two simply stared ahead in silence. It was kind of awkward... at least it felt that way to the older shinigami. Hisoka, on the other hand liked it that way - just as he'd always loved, just being alone with Tsuzuki, not having to care about anything for the time they were together.
"I contacted Tatsumi while you were asleep." Tsuzuki started.
"Really."
"Mm."
"And?"
"You won't believe what happened back there. 003 caused a little accident in the lab and Watari got the effects straight in his face. Then he disrupted a meeting and snogged Tatsumi in front of the board members," Tsuzuki chuckled, "Tatsumi was shocked of course, but they got it on anyway."
Hisoka stifled a laugh and shook his head, musing at his blonde confidante. Watari never failed to amuse anybody.
A period of silence again. For a while the pair just appreciated each other's company. Hisoka was debating with himself, whether to clarify his doubt about the puzzling emotion he'd been feeling from the relaxed brunette beside him. Tsuzuki just assumed Hisoka to be another one of his don't-feel-like-talking-to-anyone moods.
Just ask him, the voice in Hisoka's head urged. He'll think I'm crazy. No he won't, he's Tsuzuki. But what if I end up embarrassing myself? It won't be the first time. But he'll get freaked. Not even Muraki freaks him out. True... maybe I should. Then get to it! Hisoka gave himself a mental push and sat upright, looking his partner in the eyes.
"Something on my face?" Tsuzuki lifted his hands to feel around his cheeks.
Hisoka reached up and held his hands down, maintaining eye contact. It took a lot no to lose himself in Tsuzuki's violet pools. "No," he lowered his eyes and focused on their hands instead. "Something's been bugging me for quite some time..."
"Shoot," Tsuzuki egged, "You know I'll listen to anything." he smiled reassuringly. He slammed down his anxiousness and nervousness, not wanting Hisoka to feel anything but at ease.
"Well..." the boy stammered, his cheeks flushed, "Tsuzuki, are you... are you... gay?"
Tsuzuki's expression made him want to take out his gun and fire it through his own temple. But he just saw a loving smile grace the senior's lips. Tsuzuki gently brushed a few erratic strands away from Hisoka's eyes. His hand then traced Hisoka's jawline, and tilted the latter's shin. He searched into Hisoka's green orbs.
"Hisoka..." he leaned closer, "forgive me if I shouldn't be doing this..." Tsuzuki brought their lips together. The hand that tilted Hisoka's chin moved to cup his cheek as Tsuzuki's tongue ran along Hisoka's lower lip. Hisoka was startled, but as it was, it wasn't hard to just lean into Tsuzuki's gesture, allowing his senior to explore his mouth. Shots of electricity ran all the way to his fingertips as their tongues met, soon dancing with passion. Tsuzuki reluctantly pulled away, and left a light kiss on Hisoka's lips. He brought their foreheads together.
"Do you understand now?" he asked, unafraid to cover up what he felt for the boy.
"Tsuzuki..." Hisoka whispered, feeling quite light-headed, and slowly pulled Tsuzuki in for another experience. Now he knew what he felt - he felt love. Tsuzuki's love.
No words were needed after they broke the kiss - just smiles and understanding.
"I think I'd better take that shower," Hisoka finally suggested, "it's almost dinner-time."
"Aa," Tsuzuki agreed, smiling after the boy. His eyes flicked to the window - he could've sworn there was something there... probably another optical light thing, he shrugged.
***
"How's it going??" Watari jabbed at the younger Gushoushin, who had it's wings/arms folded. "Come on!! Tell me!! I can't get him to open up, Tatsumi." he pouted and leaned against the secretary, hugging him around the waist.
Tatsumi laughed, "Gushoushin, don't waste time - time is money."
Gushoushin then broke into a wide grin and gave them a thumbs up sign. "I think things are starting to go our way!"
"Yatta! I'm such a genius!!" Watari clapped his hands together.
Tatsumi shrugged, "What a waste of your money, Watari... we could have put it to... more constructive uses..." he smiled jokingly.
Watari just wriggled out of Tatsumi's hold and stretched. He pushed Tatsumi out of the lab and winked, "Time is money, we all have work to do now."
Tatsumi pinched Watari's nose playfully and went to attend another meeting. The scientist then pushed a dollar bill into Gushoushin's awaiting palm. "Well done!" He smiled happily.
***
The two shinigami didn't bother going to any fancy western restaurant for dinner - but to a small café down the road - the one which was "supposed to sell really good apple strudel", quoting Tsuzuki. The pair in the corner booth looked very unprofessional in their casual clothes, squabbling about the last slice of strudel.
"Ha! Mine!" Hisoka triumphantly chocked the sweet slice into his mouth.
Tsuzuki was reminded of their first lunch together, when his grudge over food had been aggravated, and the sucker sitting across him just ate the mustard-covered dumpling and got knocked out after gushing down a whole glass of alcohol. Tsuzuki burst into laughter.
Hisoka eyed him suspiciously.
"Nothing," Tsuzuki sputtered, "nothing in particular."
But then... it was after that particular glass that Tsuzuki got to know the cute side of Hisoka. He cleared his throat. "Remember the first time I had to carry you to a hotel room?"
Hisoka blushed. "Yeah, you were such an idiot then."
"Did you know you scolded me in your sleep?"
"You probably deserved it," Hisoka retorted, sipping at his cola.
Tsuzuki ignore that last remark and went on, "Did you know that I stole a kiss that night?" He winked, "You were just sooo cute when you were asleep!"
Hisoka turned a bright pink, "Baka," he stammered, "What were you thinking?"
Tsuzuki just shrugged, smiling. He called for the bill and made Hisoka pay, much to the latter's disapproval.
"I'm broke and you're not." Came the simple answer, "Let's go, I want to show you something."
They took a stroll to the park, where Tsuzuki was planning to bring Hisoka to a clearing in the wooded area. The last time he was there with Tatsumi they found plenty of fireflies, which illuminated the area, even though moonlight couldn't shine through the trees. They went along the path, discussing what they should do about the case they'd been assigned to. Hisoka was so immersed in Tsuzuki's plans - he was amazing when he actually got down to business, unlike the idiot he was most of the time. "A lamp by day", Gushoushin would say. He hardly noticed Tsuzuki stopping until the latter grabbed his shoulder.
"Tsuzuki..." he started, but stopped when he saw his senior's heated glare towards... "Muraki!"
The deranged doctor held a lifeless high-school girl, who was bleeding from the neck. The fireflies were still around, casting an eerie glow around the clearing. Muraki smiled casually at the two, and Hisoka half wondered how his suit was still white.
"Konbanwa, Tsuzuki-san," he dropped the body, completely ignoring Hisoka's presence and paced towards his obsession, who grit his teeth and held his arms straight at his sides.
- author's ramling -
oh well. what's with me?? at least everybody's a happy couple now. Cliché or what?? Haha, right. Now I'm thinking: should Muraki French Tsuzuki and make Hisoka jealous? Or should he just be himself and French Tsuzuki anyway?? .;; forgive me - just broke my legs and went lame. Hmm. but fellow RK fans would've have realised where the title came from. ^^