TITLE: Something Particularly Sweet

AUTHOR: lin.exe

WARNINGS: shonen-ai, one-shot, short, un-beta'd

DISCLAIMER: My mother's maiden name is Matsushita! It really is! What do you mean 'close enough' doesn't count??

SUMMARY: Hisoka learns not to get between Tsuzuki and his candy, as he can be very persistent in getting what he wants.

NOTES: Eh, I needed something to do whilst waiting for fansubs to download, and I'd had this idea earlier whilst enjoying a strawberry Campino. It's got more fanfiction clichés than you can shake a stick at and probably more than a little OOC-ness. I've only seen the anime (*whimpers* stupid town got nowhere to buy manga) so please excuse any discrepancies. Other than that, the ride is short, but maybe it's good? I don't know, you tell me ^_^

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"Don't even think about it." Hisoka growled without so much as glancing at his partner.

"But Hisokaaa!" Tsuzuki whined, "You don't even LIKE candy!"

The object of their argument was the small, red jewel of flavoured sugar that currently lay on Hisoka's desk, in all its plastic-wrapped glory. Tsuzuki had, almost immediately upon spotting it, attempted to steal the treat while Hisoka was engrossed in paperwork. The younger shinigami was, strangely enough, having none of it.

"I like this candy, okay? Just because my diet doesn't consist entirely of sugar-infused almost-food doesn't mean I don't like the occasional candy," Hisoka said, still not looking up.

"Meanie."

Tsuzuki pretended to return to his own work, yet continued to eye the sweet and plot its imminent capture. He spotted his chance when Hisoka leaned over to rummage through the desk's bottom drawer. Focusing all his energy on being as stealthy as possible, he crept over, reached out his slender fingers toward a candy that seemed almost to glow with potential tastiness, and –

*BONK*

"Itai!" Tsuzuki picked himself off the floor, rubbing his head where his partner had hit it.

"You had it coming, baka," Hisoka admonished, then did the unthinkable.

He unwrapped the candy, and deftly tossed it into his mouth.

Quite understandably in chibi-inu-mode, Tsuzuki began to whimper as tears formed in his violet eyes. Hisoka ignored him and sat back down, absently sucking on the treat as he continued his work. When he didn't respond to Tsuzuki's sounds of protest, a devious look crept slowly onto the older shinigami's face. Ears and tail absent once more, he approached his partner's desk.

"Hi~so~ka…" he lilted.

"Na—" the boy began, stopping when he finally looked up, only to find Tsuzuki's face perilously close to his own.

"That was mean," Tsuzuki murmured.

He grabbed the backrest of Hisoka chair, and roughly placed his lips on his partner's. Green eyes opened wide in shock as purple ones slid closed. Before the younger shinigami could so much as register what was going on, Tsuzuki had slid his tongue between Hisoka's lips and begun to explore his mouth.

Hisoka figured he really should have a problem with this, that he should severely injure his partner for being so bold (tsk, and at work, of all places), but he was suddenly lost in just how good it felt. His eyes rolled back, then finally slipped shut, and warmth emanated from where his lips met Tsuzuki's. The soft strokes at the inside of his mouth were systematically turning his brain to mush. He barely had the self-control to resist meeting Tsuzuki's tongue with his own. He couldn't let the other shinigami know just how much he was… how much he was…

"Mmph!"

Tsuzuki mumbled into Hisoka's mouth as his tongue met something particularly sweet, and quickly scooped the offending object up. Once again, Hisoka was too slow on the uptake, and by the time he realized what his partner had done, the candy had been effectively pilfered and Tsuzuki was pulling away from him with an infuriatingly smug expression.

Hisoka just sat there for awhile, staring blankly at Tsuzuki's grinning face. Had his companion really just… and had he enjoyed… and Tsuzuki had JUST wanted the damn CANDY? The boy's eyes narrowed into a fairly intimidating glare.

"Can't you do anything NORMALLY?!" he asked, exasperated.

Tsuzuki ceased his victory dance and looked at Hisoka. He wore once again that predatory grin as he leaned in close to the younger shinigami.

"Not when the alternative is so fun," he said, then turned and bounced out of the room, probably in search of other stealable desserts.

"Baka," muttered Hisoka, still glaring, as he grudgingly returned to his work.