Have a Very Merry Christmas
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: Yaoi warning, this is going to be the most YAOI packed chapter as of yet in the fic, although there will more likely be more later on (and heavier) this is to warn the homophobic, or those who do not appreciate such. And Santa Korosu still haunts this fic, so be aware that blood and death are soon behind...(man am I ever messed up for creating such a wacko... or am I? *insert evil laughter*) These are also not my characters (if they were I wouldn't need a disclaimer every chapter), so no sueing. Also I am using **~** to signify the beginning and end of a dream sequence, so be prepared to see that in this chapter. Anywho... see ya at the end of the fic ^-^!
Chapter Seven: Dreaming of You
'What was happening to him? Why did he find his partner so inticing all of a sudden?' There was no mistake, Hisoka liked Tsuzuki, the way that the images haunted his mind, and the fact that he actually enjoyed them! Thrusting an angry fist at his pillow over and over again, he tried to pound out the reality; it was like some sick sort of punishment, the fact that he may be stuck with this feeling for the rest of eternity, and it would never be returned. He could have cried, but in the end it wouldn't accomplish anything, Tsuzuki would still be as unattainable... 'no,' crying was not an option.
Instead he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, eyes undistracted as he sorted through the multitude of confusion. His ears perked as the sound of running water in the next room ceased, leaving the entire suite eerily silent. At least with that sound gone, the images of his partner faded, and his eye lids drooped. Although he had slept most of the day asleep, this last hour had left him mentally exhausted, and he couldn't help but drift to sleep, the brunette claiming his unconscious mind as it had occupied his consciousness.
Meanhile slipping one foot into the warm water of the bathtub, carefully finding his footing on the slippery surface of the porcelain tub, he lowered his dripping body into the refreshing fluid. Tsuzuki sighed deeply as the water surrounded him, wrapping it's silky arms around his tired body, it's soft lip kissing his pale skin, as his tortured mind sorted itself. When his thoughts weren't on his younger companion, they were full of the images that had left him in shambles earlier, death and murder; and of the two, neither preferable. Hisoka had ordered him to stop thinking of the both anyhow, it was in the past and there was no need in torturing himself over something he could not control.
Hisoka... although the youth was a welcome thought to his mind, he was a dream, he was beyond Tsuzuki's reach. 'Hisoka would never like a man.' He insisted, searching his mind for any evidence that could prove him right. ' He loved Tsubaki on the Queen Camelia, is that not proof enough?'
It was slightly ironic, thought the tall brunette, how of all the people, that had been interested, he had fallen for the one straight one. He had eternity, he was free of the effects of time, but it appeared to have been wasted on him; all he had wanted in life was death, and even in death he was awarded life. All he could conclude was that he was cursed, someone up there really hated him, either that, or they loved torturing him.
The water could only bring him so much relief, and all the man wanted to do was to curl up in his bed and sleep, to dream of the teen he could never love. So he lifted his body out of the water and reached for a towel, steeping out of the tub and dripping on the tiled floor, he toweled the water off of his skin. Wrapping the cloud white towel around his waist as he reached for another to dry his hair. He would just tell Hisoka that it was his turn for the bath, lay down on his bed, pull the quilt up over his half dressed body, and sleep. Prepared to do so, the brunette crept out the door and into the open suite.
Across the room lay the blonde, facing the ceiling as he silently moaned , his fists clenching and releasing softly; smiling, the purple eyed shinigami found his way across the room, a hand roughly drying the water out of his hair. Seating his form down onto Hisoka's bed, he sat and watched as the teen tossed on the sheets, mouthing near silent pleas to no one in particular. The quilts, although not covering the younger lean body, were tangled about the blondes limbs in disarray, he was almost too cute to want to wake.
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Sakura petals fell freely around the two, the blonde leaning back, inbetween the legs of his taller partner, an affectionate smile on his usually stoic face. Sighing contentedly he purred into the elder who eagerly wrapped his arms around Hisoka's slender shoulders and nipped at the teens bare neck.
Tsuzuki grinned evily at his submissive partner, smiling when the pale flesh went pink under his lips; exhaling heatedly onto Hisoka's exposed throat, the brunette purred," How much do you love me?" before resuming his erotic task.
Hisoka could feel the blood rushing to his groin as Tsuzuki's lips and hands carressed his flesh, and fought to stiffle a moan in order to reply," I-I...I"
**~**
Tsuzuki watched as the teen smiled, quietly mewing in his sleep, " I-I...I," and the elder smiled, placing his hands onto the delicate shoulders of his partner. Gripping softly, he shaked them lightly, leaning forward to whisper into the youth's ear.
"Wake up Hisoka, it's your turn," the brunette softly breathed into his sleeping comrades ear, waiting for his actions to rouse the teen, and Hisoka curled closer. Pulling up from the blonde, hearing the other stir to life, Tsuzuki stared as those bright green pools cracked open slightly.
"Tsuzuki.." the teen began, his hand sliding up the other's damp skin as he sat himself up on the bed, eyes glazed over. Gripping the elders shoulder tightly Hisoka purred, pulling the brunette closer, " I..." And his feather light lips took Tsuzuki's needily, his tongue diving into the unexpecting shinigami's mouth.
The brunette was almost paralyzed as his partner's lips descended atop his own, eyes wide with surprise and his entire body trembling. Hisoka had obviously recognized that it was Tsuzuki, or else he wouldn't have purred his name so suggestively before he'd claimed him. Hisoka's tongue traveled around within Tsuzuki's mouth needily and his arms wrapped tightly around his partners neck as his entire body arched against Tsuzuki, Hisoka's erection pressing against the elders hips.
Wanting the younger shinigami now more than ever before, he allowed his body to respond to his desires and his strong arms wrapped around Hisoka tightly. He returned the kiss passionately, groaning into Hisoka's mouth, as his tongue battled with the younger's. Subconsciously he pulled the teen into his lap, dragging his hands up and down Hisoka's sides roughly, as his lips continued uninterrupted atop his partner's.
Hisoka mewed as his body arched against the other's yet again, it was all so real, he didn't want to ever wake up from this dream. His eyes opened reluctantly, the haze lifting, but the image didn't dissappear. Nearly leaping out of the grasp of his partner, the blonde cowered away, ' what had he done in his sleep?' His breath heaved and Hisoka stared, frightened, at the also breathless, and throughly shocked Tsuzuki.
His heart thumped loudly and rapidly in his heaving chest, his mouth hanging open and his purple eyes staring at the cowering teen. 'What was the matter?' But he didn't need to ask the question, he had horrified and most likely ruined every chance he'd ever have with his now distraut partner; if only he had repressed his hormones long enough, or made sure that this was what the teen desired. Beating himself up internally, Tsuzuki turned away from the younger shamefully, a bright red blush covering his pale cheeks as strands of soaked hair hid his shameful eyes. However, the feeling of the blonde's lips still tingled on his lips, and his heart still reached out for the other painfully.
Hisoka didn't know what to think, he obviously felt strongly for Tsuzuki, so much so that he had just... But the other hadn't been the one to pull away, it was him, and the brunette looked hurt, Hisoka could feel the pain Tsuzuki felt, and wanted nothing more than to take away that pain. His eyes opened widely as a vision flashed before his eyes, Tsuzuki didn't hate him for it, in fact he-
" Hisoka, I don't know how to say this," the brunette shakily began," but I-I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it, ' I love you'. " I-"
The teen didn't need to hear what Tsuzuki was trying to say, he knew it... Tsuzuki loved him. But no one had ever loved him.
Hisoka didn't know how to react, but the tears fell freely from his open eyes, it was more than he'd ever dreamed of, and he knew it! Throwing himself at his partner, he wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki and he cried, trembling atop his partner uncontrollably. Not even his parents had loved him, no one had ever loved him; he had been used, his flesh taken, and he thought it would have been that way forever.
And Tsuzuki, in midsentence, and shocked at the sudden outburst, just held Hisoka as he cried and cried.
***End of Chapter*** I know that didn't end too well, but I am writing the next chapter soon ( as in right now) so I'll post them together. So please, tell me what you think Reviews Please! ^-^
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: Yaoi warning, this is going to be the most YAOI packed chapter as of yet in the fic, although there will more likely be more later on (and heavier) this is to warn the homophobic, or those who do not appreciate such. And Santa Korosu still haunts this fic, so be aware that blood and death are soon behind...(man am I ever messed up for creating such a wacko... or am I? *insert evil laughter*) These are also not my characters (if they were I wouldn't need a disclaimer every chapter), so no sueing. Also I am using **~** to signify the beginning and end of a dream sequence, so be prepared to see that in this chapter. Anywho... see ya at the end of the fic ^-^!
Chapter Seven: Dreaming of You
'What was happening to him? Why did he find his partner so inticing all of a sudden?' There was no mistake, Hisoka liked Tsuzuki, the way that the images haunted his mind, and the fact that he actually enjoyed them! Thrusting an angry fist at his pillow over and over again, he tried to pound out the reality; it was like some sick sort of punishment, the fact that he may be stuck with this feeling for the rest of eternity, and it would never be returned. He could have cried, but in the end it wouldn't accomplish anything, Tsuzuki would still be as unattainable... 'no,' crying was not an option.
Instead he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, eyes undistracted as he sorted through the multitude of confusion. His ears perked as the sound of running water in the next room ceased, leaving the entire suite eerily silent. At least with that sound gone, the images of his partner faded, and his eye lids drooped. Although he had slept most of the day asleep, this last hour had left him mentally exhausted, and he couldn't help but drift to sleep, the brunette claiming his unconscious mind as it had occupied his consciousness.
Meanhile slipping one foot into the warm water of the bathtub, carefully finding his footing on the slippery surface of the porcelain tub, he lowered his dripping body into the refreshing fluid. Tsuzuki sighed deeply as the water surrounded him, wrapping it's silky arms around his tired body, it's soft lip kissing his pale skin, as his tortured mind sorted itself. When his thoughts weren't on his younger companion, they were full of the images that had left him in shambles earlier, death and murder; and of the two, neither preferable. Hisoka had ordered him to stop thinking of the both anyhow, it was in the past and there was no need in torturing himself over something he could not control.
Hisoka... although the youth was a welcome thought to his mind, he was a dream, he was beyond Tsuzuki's reach. 'Hisoka would never like a man.' He insisted, searching his mind for any evidence that could prove him right. ' He loved Tsubaki on the Queen Camelia, is that not proof enough?'
It was slightly ironic, thought the tall brunette, how of all the people, that had been interested, he had fallen for the one straight one. He had eternity, he was free of the effects of time, but it appeared to have been wasted on him; all he had wanted in life was death, and even in death he was awarded life. All he could conclude was that he was cursed, someone up there really hated him, either that, or they loved torturing him.
The water could only bring him so much relief, and all the man wanted to do was to curl up in his bed and sleep, to dream of the teen he could never love. So he lifted his body out of the water and reached for a towel, steeping out of the tub and dripping on the tiled floor, he toweled the water off of his skin. Wrapping the cloud white towel around his waist as he reached for another to dry his hair. He would just tell Hisoka that it was his turn for the bath, lay down on his bed, pull the quilt up over his half dressed body, and sleep. Prepared to do so, the brunette crept out the door and into the open suite.
Across the room lay the blonde, facing the ceiling as he silently moaned , his fists clenching and releasing softly; smiling, the purple eyed shinigami found his way across the room, a hand roughly drying the water out of his hair. Seating his form down onto Hisoka's bed, he sat and watched as the teen tossed on the sheets, mouthing near silent pleas to no one in particular. The quilts, although not covering the younger lean body, were tangled about the blondes limbs in disarray, he was almost too cute to want to wake.
**~**
Sakura petals fell freely around the two, the blonde leaning back, inbetween the legs of his taller partner, an affectionate smile on his usually stoic face. Sighing contentedly he purred into the elder who eagerly wrapped his arms around Hisoka's slender shoulders and nipped at the teens bare neck.
Tsuzuki grinned evily at his submissive partner, smiling when the pale flesh went pink under his lips; exhaling heatedly onto Hisoka's exposed throat, the brunette purred," How much do you love me?" before resuming his erotic task.
Hisoka could feel the blood rushing to his groin as Tsuzuki's lips and hands carressed his flesh, and fought to stiffle a moan in order to reply," I-I...I"
**~**
Tsuzuki watched as the teen smiled, quietly mewing in his sleep, " I-I...I," and the elder smiled, placing his hands onto the delicate shoulders of his partner. Gripping softly, he shaked them lightly, leaning forward to whisper into the youth's ear.
"Wake up Hisoka, it's your turn," the brunette softly breathed into his sleeping comrades ear, waiting for his actions to rouse the teen, and Hisoka curled closer. Pulling up from the blonde, hearing the other stir to life, Tsuzuki stared as those bright green pools cracked open slightly.
"Tsuzuki.." the teen began, his hand sliding up the other's damp skin as he sat himself up on the bed, eyes glazed over. Gripping the elders shoulder tightly Hisoka purred, pulling the brunette closer, " I..." And his feather light lips took Tsuzuki's needily, his tongue diving into the unexpecting shinigami's mouth.
The brunette was almost paralyzed as his partner's lips descended atop his own, eyes wide with surprise and his entire body trembling. Hisoka had obviously recognized that it was Tsuzuki, or else he wouldn't have purred his name so suggestively before he'd claimed him. Hisoka's tongue traveled around within Tsuzuki's mouth needily and his arms wrapped tightly around his partners neck as his entire body arched against Tsuzuki, Hisoka's erection pressing against the elders hips.
Wanting the younger shinigami now more than ever before, he allowed his body to respond to his desires and his strong arms wrapped around Hisoka tightly. He returned the kiss passionately, groaning into Hisoka's mouth, as his tongue battled with the younger's. Subconsciously he pulled the teen into his lap, dragging his hands up and down Hisoka's sides roughly, as his lips continued uninterrupted atop his partner's.
Hisoka mewed as his body arched against the other's yet again, it was all so real, he didn't want to ever wake up from this dream. His eyes opened reluctantly, the haze lifting, but the image didn't dissappear. Nearly leaping out of the grasp of his partner, the blonde cowered away, ' what had he done in his sleep?' His breath heaved and Hisoka stared, frightened, at the also breathless, and throughly shocked Tsuzuki.
His heart thumped loudly and rapidly in his heaving chest, his mouth hanging open and his purple eyes staring at the cowering teen. 'What was the matter?' But he didn't need to ask the question, he had horrified and most likely ruined every chance he'd ever have with his now distraut partner; if only he had repressed his hormones long enough, or made sure that this was what the teen desired. Beating himself up internally, Tsuzuki turned away from the younger shamefully, a bright red blush covering his pale cheeks as strands of soaked hair hid his shameful eyes. However, the feeling of the blonde's lips still tingled on his lips, and his heart still reached out for the other painfully.
Hisoka didn't know what to think, he obviously felt strongly for Tsuzuki, so much so that he had just... But the other hadn't been the one to pull away, it was him, and the brunette looked hurt, Hisoka could feel the pain Tsuzuki felt, and wanted nothing more than to take away that pain. His eyes opened widely as a vision flashed before his eyes, Tsuzuki didn't hate him for it, in fact he-
" Hisoka, I don't know how to say this," the brunette shakily began," but I-I..." he couldn't bring himself to say it, ' I love you'. " I-"
The teen didn't need to hear what Tsuzuki was trying to say, he knew it... Tsuzuki loved him. But no one had ever loved him.
Hisoka didn't know how to react, but the tears fell freely from his open eyes, it was more than he'd ever dreamed of, and he knew it! Throwing himself at his partner, he wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki and he cried, trembling atop his partner uncontrollably. Not even his parents had loved him, no one had ever loved him; he had been used, his flesh taken, and he thought it would have been that way forever.
And Tsuzuki, in midsentence, and shocked at the sudden outburst, just held Hisoka as he cried and cried.
***End of Chapter*** I know that didn't end too well, but I am writing the next chapter soon ( as in right now) so I'll post them together. So please, tell me what you think Reviews Please! ^-^