Warnings: Sheer, unadulterated, pointless Tsu/Hi fluff. I mean, really, pointless. Brought to life after re-watching the King of Swords arc. Keep in mind I don't think this actually *happened* or anything... I'm of the firm opinion that Tsuzuki and Hisoka didn't get together until after Kyoto. ::nods wisely::

The Prize

"So how'd you do it?" Tsuzuki asked, though his words were somewhat difficult to understand as he was talking through a mouthful of chocolate. "Get a royal straight flush, I mean."

"We all have our secrets," Hisoka said complacently. He stumbled a little as the ship rocked back and forth. He was, as usual, scowling. He didn't like the mission. He didn't like Muraki being there, he didn't like the unsolved murder, he didn't like the concept of a ghost, and he didn't like the way Tsubaki-hime kept hitting on him.

"No, really!" Tsuzuki abandoned the cake he was eating and bounced over to Hisoka, who was reading through the casefile for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Luck," Hisoka said.

"I don't believe you . . ."

"You're the one who's supposed to be good at poker," Hisoka said. "You tell me."

"Mou, Hisoka, you're so mean." Tsuzuki pouted, but only for a fraction of a second. "Thank you for rescuing me," he added with a sweet smile.

Predictably, a slight blush tinged Hisoka's cheeks, and he muttered something about not just leaving Tsuzuki to Muraki. Then he said, louder, "We needed the information on the case. Don't think too much of it."

Tsuzuki wilted, wondering why Hisoka always had to act so cold. Whenever he was in this sort of mood, Tsuzuki felt the need to soften him up as quickly as possible. He smiled gleefully as a wonderful idea occurred to him. "Ne, Hisoka . . ." he said, taking a few steps towards him, "you never collected your prize."

Hisoka blinked at him. "What?"

Tsuzuki slid an arm around Hisoka's waist, causing the teenager to blush even more fiercely. "Well, the deal was that whoever won got me . . ."

"I'm not a pervert like Muraki is," Hisoka muttered. "Besides, that's not what I was trying to do. We got the information and that was all I wanted."

"It was?" Tsuzuki asked. His voice made the question sound innocent, but the fact that his lips were only inches away from Hisoka's gave it a very different tone. "There was nothing else that you wanted?"

"I . . ." was all Hisoka managed before Tsuzuki's lips brushed over his. His eyes closed, and he did not resist the kiss. Tsuzuki's affection for him washed over him like a warm wave, making him dizzy. But in a good way. Always in a good way.

"Well?" Tsuzuki asked, pulling away. He did not just stop kissing Hisoka, he pulled away entirely, and took a few steps back. Hisoka's empathy screamed in protest at the loss of the warmth and comfort.

"And you say that I'm the mean one," Hisoka mumbled.

"You are," Tsuzuki said with a grin.

"And what if I don't want you to be mine?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at his partner.

Tsuzuki face-faulted. ". . . you don't?" he asked meekly.

"Nope," Hisoka said calmly.

"Why not?" Tsuzuki asked, staring at him with puppy dog eyes that were threatening to eat his face.

"Because."

Tsuzuki slumped into a chair, defeated. "Because why?"

"Because," Hisoka said, and settled on his lap, "I'd much rather be yours."

Tsuzuki kissed him again, and it was without a doubt the best prize that Hisoka had ever received.

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See? I told you that it was pointless. ^^