Discl: Still me own nothing. Except my dirty mind. Who would want that? On sale today!

A/N: Gomen, Gomen, but I STILL don't have the naughty parts. I have the habit of making things longer than they have to be, and I expect the lemon part to be as long as this chappie. That is coming soon too!

Thank you for my reviewers, I appreciate it! You can still vote for the top/bottom ^_^

Dinner for two: Dessert

Rest of the meal was spent in silence. Well, exept for the occasional happy squeals and enthusiastic comments from the supposedly maturer party of Tsuzuki Asato. The younger, but more solemn party, also known as Kurosaki Hisoka, managed to eat a total of one third of his food (and another glass of wine) before giving up. He shoved the plate towards Tsuzuki and sat back. Of course, he was only delighted to have some extra, and pigged out.

It was all gone in a matter of minutes. Right on cue, the waitress appeared with her ever-present smile. After whisking off the used tableware, she floated back in next to no time.

"Enjoyed your meal? Would you like some dessert? We recommend the Super Chocolate Smooth Cream. It's big enough for two, and it's our most popular dessert."

"Waii! Let's have that, ne 'Soka?" Tsuzuki was pouncing on his seat.

"Baka. Excuse me miss, but I don't care for too sweet things. Is there anything like that?"

"Oh, but we can make it like you want! Sure sure! The ice cream itself is not that sweet, and we can always make it without the chocolate sauce, with less sprinkles and with unsweetened cream. That is no problem, I assure you!" the waitress exclaimed, almost ready to sell her soul as long as they ordered the dessert in question. Wonder why she's so bent on that Super-whatever, Hisoka contemplated. Then again, maybe some things were better left alone. Yes, he thought. Mental shields up!

Of course Tsuzuki had to butt in. "Umm, ano… I want that sauce! I love chocolate sauce, so could you put a little? Please, Hisoka? I lo-ove chocolate…"

"Whatever", Hisoka sighed. No time to argue, the men's room was calling him. "Excuse me."

Oh blessed silence. He was alone and thanked any deity there is, as the bathroom door muffled all sounds from the outside. Also, unlike some god-forsaken places, here was no "relaxing" audio track on the background. So there are some reasons why Hisoka took his time, prolonging every move, even soaping his hands twice. His slow pace had nothing to do with a certain brunette waiting at the table. Nope, he wasn't hesitant to face Tsuzuki, his infernal sweet tooth and the accursed Dessert for two. Hisoka shuddered. Well, he couldn't avoid them forever.

Bracing himself, Hisoka stepped out. For some unknown reason he stopped when he heard the waitress' voice behind the partition. And soon, he was sure he'd been right about things better left alone.

"The tall, dark and handsome is alone now! Do you think he'd go for girls too?"

"Why not, his jailbait is a bit girly. But don't they look cute?"

"Yeah! Why oh why are the good ones always gay!"

"The blond one looks kinda shy. Bet you he hasn't given it up yet. By the blush rate I'd say they haven't even kissed. Oh, but that I'd like to see! Wouldn't that be, like, the hottest thing ever?!"

"You said it sister! But as usual, I'm ahead you. I got them to order the Super Chocolate Makeout dessert! If that, and the dark one's charm *drool* doesn't melt anyone…"

"You're so-o bad! Oh, it's ready. Chop chop, take it to them!"

"Ja!"

The girls parted their ways and the space quieted. Hisoka was doubled over, dumbstruck, and so… everything. Furious, for starters.

'Jailbait'?! ARGH!!

Would it be okay to strangle annoying females for insulting a Shinigami? He could plead for emotional distress…

Damn. He could hightail out right away, but then Tsuzuki… oh who cares! This was not about his partner, this was about him! This was about his pride! He wasn't going to be intimidated by two yaoi crazed girls, no, he was going there and eat.

Of course, he could make a bit of a mess, just to give them something better to do than gossiping for a while.

So Hisoka walked to their table all cool and confident. That is until he saw the Super dessert -erm- thingy.

"Wai~I! Isn't this absolutely wonderful! I even waited for you~!" Tsuzuki was practically exhaling little hearts into the air.

Hisoka decided to tackle this situation in the most logical way. First, pick his jaw from the floor. Check. Second, sit down, without stumbling or falling over. Check. Third, assess the problem.

The facts were as follows: on the table was a huge bowl, filled to the brim with white fluffy soft ice cream, almost like a milk shake, and no spoons! Only two straws, twined together of course, and one wooden stick that faintly resembled a spoon. There was some chocolate sauce on one side, but the center was decorated with whipped cream, shaped like a heart.

Facts established, conclusion? None forthcoming.

"You first, Hisoka~!"

The boy scowled. "How am I supposed to eat that? It's too thick to suck and I see no spoons." Hisoka eyed the offending dessert warily. Shifting his gaze to Tsuzuki didn't make him feel any more assured. Actually, his suspicions tripled along with the sweatdrop currently adorning his temple.

Tsuzuki's eyes were half lidded, dreamy and he was licking whipped cream off his fingers. The most disconcerting thing was, he wasn't looking at the ice cream, he was looking at Hisoka.

"Mmm… It's really good… You better have some quick, or I'll have it all," he said in a low voice.

As if that wasn't enough to make anyone feel a bit uncomfortable, Hisoka's body decided to slam the hormone production to warp speed, so his deceitful mind would bring up thoughts involving Tsuzuki, more whipped cream and pink tongues darting over his fingers…

No wonder Hisoka was turning ten differend shades of red, even his neck was flushed. And he was quite certain Tsuzuki was flirting on purpose. Actually he did that before, quite a lot, just not like this. This was much more blatant.

'Maybe I should read him…' Hisoka wondered if that would help him at all. He'd have to lower his own shields to do that, and then he'd feel everyone else around too, and to scan Tsuzuki took a little too much concentration without touch or something…

This time though, he hardly needed any special skills to get what his parter was up to.

"Come on, try this. For me…?" Tsuzuki held out the spoon-like stick covered with ice cream, putting an extra dose of his charm into the movements.

Hisoka resisted a total of 2,8 seconds before he sighed, leaned forward and opened his mouth.

As soon as the cold treat reached his mouth, he instinctively closed his eyes. The attack on his taste buds felt, besides really cold, but also smooth and airy, and it seemed to taste a bit sweeter the longer it lingered on his tongue. Suddenly the whole situation made him very self-conscious. He didn't need his eyes to know he was being watched. A small wave of warmth washed over him, and this time he recognized the emotion it carried.

It was pure admiration.

Hisoka swallowed slowly, since the creamy sweet seemed to get stuck in his throat. He prepared to face his partner. It wasn't fair, the way he seemed to be the only one here blushing and feeling awkward. He had to fight fire with fire. Too bad he had no idea how to play this particular game.

As he expected, Tsuzuki was watching him, but he was also way too close for comfort.

"You missed some," he breathed out.

Tsuzuki leaned forward those few remaining inches, took a hold of Hisoka's face, and licked the side of his mouth clean.

"More?" he asked, moving nothing else but his other hand to scoop more ice cream.

Hisoka could just nod. His throat felt extremely tight and coarse, his palms were sweaty and his whole body overcome with strange pulsing heat. The warmth was flowing in his veins with every heartbeat, rendering him more debilitated by the second. His feelings were seeping through, and he was not used to such feelings. Hisoka had hardly known any tenderness in his lifetime, so this emotional assault had a multiplied effect.

He had no time to dwell on it though, because another dose of ice cream was approaching him. Obediently he opened his mouth and closed his eyes.

For a while, nothing happened. Just when he was about to close his mouth and give up, coolness met his lips. He savoured the taste along with the foreign, but exiting emotions in the air.

Then he felt crackling, like an electric discharge. The voltage amplified in irregural intervals, until the tension made his breath hitch. His eyes flew open, and he knew. Deep purple eyes were coming at him. Tsuzuki must've used that time to move over to his side. So the moment Hisoka had both dreaded and dreamed of, was here.

His first real kiss.

Their faces were a mere breath away, when Tsuzuki suddenly stopped. He was ready for this, but what about his beautiful, but young partner?

Hisoka could sense the unspoken question, and instead of thinking it or over-analyzing, his instincts took over. A slight tilt of his head was the only answer necessary.

The touch was feather light at first. It was nearly ticklish, and it only left him impatient for more. When nothing more came, he realized he was supposed to lead. Funny, now that he thought about he recognized the hesistant anticipation Tsuzuki had emanated for a while now.

He wound his arms around the larger man and promptly attacked his lips. They were just as soft as he had imagined, and he kept moving against them until he had the lower one between his own. Tsuzuki parted his lips, beckoning Hisoka further.

Their tongues met halfway, carefully caressing each other. Soon they were both lost in the dance, delving deeper, hands gripping onto Tsuzuki's broad shoulders in silent desperation, and a larger pair of hands stroking Hisoka's bash blonde hair and lithe back.

Gradually Hisoka's empathy picked up odd background noise knocking on his shields. While he tried to regain some coherent thought, he realized two things: yes, those were other people's emotions and no, they were not alone. Actually, those noises were their thoughts as they watched them kissing.

"Get off me," he snapped, and immediately added in a hushed tone: "We're drawing attention here."

For a brief moment Tsuzuki looked hurt, but then he smiled, gave a quick kiss and whispered: "Wakaru."

Still, he wouldn't move back to his seat. Instead he attacks the ignored dessert with one hand, the other still holding Hisoka's waist.

"You should have some too, it's melted now. Here," Tsuzuki offered, guiding the other straw to Hisoka's mouth. The blond frowned a bit but took it anyway. Tsuzuki kept their eyes locked as he did the same, even until Hisoka stopped, a little out of breath and blushing, again. Tsuzuki was completely entranced, that delicate beauty was good enough to eat. He only wondered, how much more delicious he'd look panting and writhing in his arms…

That trail of thought managed to escape his shields to Hisoka, who flushed even redder and turned away, muttering about bakas turning hentai.

One could always trust in Tsuzuki to finish a huge bowl of melted ice cream in a speed unknown to man. Now he was extra fast, since he had an even better dessert prospect sitting right next to him.

"Check please!"

"Oh for goodness sake, stop embarrassing me Tsuzuki!"

"What? I did nothing," the man in question wondered.

"Well, you did slurp rather… unproperly just now, and yelled like a pig in slaughter, and don't even get me started on your hentai thoughts," Hisoka explained in his usual monotone.

For once, it was Tsuzuki's turn to blush. "You… read my thoughts? But I've trained my shields and…"

Hisoka cut in with a pfft. "Those thoughts were too clear to avoid. Really, you should train a bit more if you want to keep me out of your head."

"But I like having you in me," Tsuzuki said back, pun very much intented.

"Baka!"

"Here's the bill sir. Was the food to your satisfaction?" came the genki waitress, with a smug smile plastered to her face.

"It was so~o good! Especially the dessert. Here, keep the change," Tsuzuki beamed back with a grin to match hers any time.

"Thank you sir, and welcome back!"

Curiousity got the better of Hisoka, the waitress seemed way too happy. So he carefully stretched his empathy.

What he learned convinced him of two things: one, females were dangerous. And two, yaoi was way too popular.

A/N: *wipes sweat* wow, got this far. Well, that was more like foreplay, don't you think? I like foreplay. And I'm not finished with my Hisoka torture ^_^ By the time I'm done, they're both beet red! YAY!