A/N: Hi there! So sorry this is taking longer than expected. Last weekend was hectic and chap. 8 was hard to write so I couldn't finish the fic when I had planned to. I'm sure it will be over by this weekend. I can't update as much during the week because sadly, I do have what resembles a life.
About the Oriya/Muraki bit in the middle. I beg you forgive me, I just thought of that scene and had to add it. I know it seems out of place, but think of it this way; every bit is meant to describe an intimate moment between the characters, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to give the good doctor some closure. I hope you don't hate me for it.
BTW, big turn is here. Fasten your seatbelts and good bye to all you readers that will hate me after this chappy. It's been nice having you here while it lasted. T.T
Ah, and you are so going to hate me because this isn't even orange; it's Tang (just in case, no I don't own Tang either). I am not comfortable writing "scenes". Not because I'm a prude (I am, but shhhh) but because I don't want them to be all clichéd and anatomically descriptive. We can all use our imagination, we know what's down there. There's no use for nomenclature, ne?
Anyway, go to http://www.geocities.com/evolution2476/ow for the bunny picture. There's some others you may wanna check.
Enjoy!
A DEVIL'S THRILL
Tsusuki wanted to stop. No, not to stop; what the shinigami wanted was to want to stop, because honestly, he didn't want, nor could stop kissing the boy in his arms.
Just a few moments before it had all made so much sense in his head, about why being with Hijiri would be wrong. But this *didn't* feel wrong!
The most complicated part was that he couldn't really think of a reason to stop. Somewhere in the back of his brain he knew he didn't love Hijiri, and that should have been reason enough. Should have but wasn't, because at that moment he did feel something for him. And, oh how Tsusuki wished what he felt was lust! He'd be able to control lust; he wasn't as impulsive as everyone thought. Ok, so, yeah, but not *all* the time. Not now.
And it wasn't just comfort, like he'd felt the night before. Though comfort certainly played a big part. Comfort because that young man, while he was kissing him, took all the pain away. He wasn't the monster he'd been in life; he wasn't the murderer he'd been in death. He was just Tsusuki.
All he knew was that the slender body in his arms, the soft, warm lips, felt like coming home.
Shaky, delicate fingers un-tugged his shirt and sought to touch warm skin, making Tsusuki shiver. He broke the kiss and stared at the beautiful green orbs staring fixedly at the hand caressing his stomach. The boy looked transfixed and terrified.
Tsusuki cupped his cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.
"I want you so much." he said, his voice hoarse. Hijiri gasped, meeting his gaze with eyes open wide. They were slightly moist and his whole body was starting to shake badly, making Tsusuki worry. "Are you scared?" he smiled gently, never stopping his caress on the boy's cheek. Hijiri nodded. "It's ok. We can stop if that's what you want." Tsusuki's smile widened to show he was serious.
Hijiri took a deep breath.
"I thought...I thought you didn't love me, but you...you act like you do and I..."
A few tears escaped the boy's eyes and Tsusuki, crestfallen, wiped them away tenderly.
"Hijiri...I don't know. I honestly don't know, but I do care about you and if this is hurting you in any way..."
Hijiri shook his head no, smiling; though the tears kept falling.
"You're not hurting me. You could never hurt me. I'm being selfish here. I want to make you happy so much, even if it's just for one night. But it's still..."
The shinigami pulled the boy into a tight embrace.
"You don't need to do this to make me happy." he whispered.
"Then let me do it because I want to." Hijiri said kissing his shoulder and resuming his caress. "I want you."
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Tatsumi was out of control.
He should have known it would happen; from the moment he'd kissed Watari that morning, he'd unleashed some sort of beast inside himself. Now the beast was out; so to speak.
It was like hunger, Tatsumi thought; like starving for weeks and the someone comes and gives you a piece of bread and you know you should eat it slowly but you just cant.
Watari was no piece of ordinary bread though. The man was glorious. The feel; the taste of him was feeding the beast inside of him in a way Tatsumi had never known before. And instead of saciating his need, it only made it stronger.
Somehow Watari had ended up pressed against the office wall. As soon as his back had touched the wall, the scientist's legs went around the other man's hips and Tatsumi didn't need to ask himself if he was pushing the other man to do something he didn't want anymore. There was no question about Watari wanting this as much as he did.
Reluctantly, Tatsumi broke the never ending kiss, only to reveal on the gracious swan-like neck's taste, while he tried to get the top off his friend's body; the lab coat forgotten long ago. Seeing as the task was impossible while he was standing, holding the weight of the other man, Tatsumi slid to the floor. When the sky blue sweater was off, Tatsumi stared in frustration at the black turtle neck that still covered Watari's skin.
The scientist smiled wickedly and his hands went straight to Tatsumi's tie, at the same time pushing Tatsumi to a laying position on the floor. Watari positioned himself on top of the other man, expertly undoing the tie in a matter of seconds. The shadow master was about to protest, but Watari put a finger to his lips.
"Let me help, ok?"
There was something about being in that position that made Tatsumi nervous. Besides, while he was trying to not simply devour the other man, Watari seemed odly calmed; exited, yes; in a hurry, no.
"But...but..." his words died in his throat as Watari took his top of and toss it aside, leaning to kiss him again.
Tatsumi groaned in pleasure when he was finally able to touch his friend's skin. It was so soft and inviting; he just couldn't get enough of it. Before he had time to ask how it had happened, his own shirt was off and Watari was trailing kisses down his chest.
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The whistle from the kettle brought Oriya back to reality. He shook himself from his thoughts and poured the boiling water into a cup.
To an outside observer, it would have seemed as if the dark haired man had found some universal truth inside the tea cup. The truth was, he was just finding it hard to concentrate on such a mundane task.
He wasn't complaining. Oh, no! He really loved the opportunity to take care of Muraki. He was finally useful to the good doctor. It was all he'd ever asked for; what he'd dreamt of doing for so many years, never really hoping it would come true. And now he had his wish. But should he really feel good about that?
Muraki really depended on him to cover even his most basic needs. The doctor wouldn't even remember to eat if Oriya wasn't there to remind him. Most of the time Oriya had to ask himself if it was really Muraki he was taking care off and not his empty body.
Oriya had almost felt joy when he'd seen Muraki had lost his reasons for doing what was driving him further and further away from humanity. He'd wanted Muraki to be what he'd used to be when they'd first met. And yes, Muraki the killer had died, but also had his friend. The man he loved wasn't there anymore. He'd died in Kyoto.
He realised that the tea had turned too dark while he was distracted with his meditations. The swordsman removed the tea bag, praying Muraki wouldn't notice; he took the tea cup with both hands and turned around. There was no kitchen door to cross; he barely needed to walk a few steps to reach Muraki, who was sited on a cheap leather couch staring curiously at the doll Oriya had brought for him.
Such a man was destined for greatness, Oriya mused, not a cheap motel room. He couldn't wait to get back home and away from that shinigami infested town.
Oriya knelt down next to the silver haired man, handing him the cup. But the other man wouldn't react, so Oriya placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke softly.
"Here, Sensei. I made you a cup of warm tea."
"Why are you here?" Muraki asked suddenly, never taking his eyes from the doll he wa holding.
Oriya blinked; Muraki didn't sound upset, just curious. Yet Oriya could see the man's hands shaking and his knuckles white, griping the doll for dear life.
"Sensei, I just came to take you home, I..."
Muraki stood up without warning, ripping the doll's head off and knocking the cup Oriya was holding to the floor. The swordsman could barely back away in time to dodge the blow that was so obviously meant for him.
"I know what you want!" Muraki hissed and Oriya gasped, seeing his friend's eye burning with life again; with life and anger. The doctor knelt in front of him, taking his chin with one hand and smiling viciously. "Tell, me Oriya; tell me you want me to fuck you." Oriya swallowed the lump on his throat and turned his face away from the sarcastic expression on Muraki's face. "That's it, isn't it? You're jealous; jealous because it wasn't you I wanted. And here you are, begging for crumbs. God, you're pathetic!"
Oriya wasn't hurt; he wasn't offended by Muraki's disdainful laugh. He simply stood up and dusted his clothes. Crumbs was all he could get; he may have been pathetic, but he was man enough to admit it.
"Would you like another cup of tea?" he asked, avoiding Muraki's gaze.
He was violently pushed against the wall, but made no attempt to fight back. Muraki's face was inches away from his own; and the doctor was angry.
"You poor excuse for a person!" the doctor spat. "I'll never, *ever* want you. All I feel for you is disgust." the last bit was said in a whisper; Muraki was quickly loosing his previous energy, as it always happened.
Oriya put his arms around of his friend's battered form.
"I know. It's ok. You shouldn't strain yourself like this. Let me help you back to your sit. Ok?"
The silver haired man leaned into the embrace, resting his head on Oriya's shoulder.
"Why do you still care? Look at me." he whispered as Oriya led him to the couch.
"I'll always care. I'm pathetic, remember?" the swordsman said with a smile.
They settled on the couch, this time Oriya holding Muraki while the other man calmed down. One day, Oriya hoped, the good doctor would have one of his lucid moments and stay there. That day he'd stop taking crumbs.
He just wondered if he really wanted that to happen.
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"Wait! Wait, let me do it!"
Watari stopped trying to undo Tatsumi's belt, throwing his hands into the air in defeat.
"Hurry!" the scientist cried.
By Enma, where did the man buy that stupid belt!?
Tatsumi desperately fumbled with the damn thing, frowning until it came undone. Triumphantly he took it off completely, making it resemble a whip- which made Watari shiver in delight, by the way- and tossed it aside.
Relieved, Watari- clothed only in his boxers now- leaned and kissed Tatsumi again.
"I'm *kiss* going to *kiss* buy you suspenders. *kiss*" Tatsumi snorted, but of course the sound came out muffled by the other man's lips, and ended up sounding more like a raspberry. Watari stopped kissing him and raised an eyebrow. "What?! They're sexy!"
"You get me suspenders. I'll buy you some decent underwear." Honest, a grown man with teddy bears on his boxers!
Watari was about to retort, but thought better. Who needed underwear anyway?
Tatsumi was having fun. He should probably tell Watari to wait a little while he checked if the world was ending. After fumbling with his own pants, realising he should have taken his shoes off first; after Watari mocking him about how ridiculous he looked with only his boxers and his dark socks, Tatsumi concluded that he was, for the first time in his adult life and after life, having fun.
All coherent thought abandoned them both though, as soon as Tatsumi pulled Watari against him once more and they could both feel the other's arousal, restrained only by two fine layers of silk. Ok, ok, one layer of silk, one cotton. You can guess which was which.
Who'd thought? Tatsumi mused as he rolled them around on the floor and positioned himself on top of Watari making a slight movement of his hips that had been absolutely unintentional, but never-the-less rewarding and had them both seeing stars. Here he was, the stuck up secretary- yes, he knew what they said behind his back- about to have sex with a co-worker, a male co-worker, on his office's floor. And he wasn't even thinking about scolding the cleaning lady for the dust he could see under his desk!
The thought would have scared him any other time, at that moment he could only think about how beautiful Watari looked; about how much he wanted him. But it all came crashing down when he was supposed to rid Watari of his underwear. He froze, completely.
It was stupid; he knew it was stupid. He'd already seen Watari naked; Watari had seen him naked. Why would this be any different?
Watari stared at him confusedly, wondering why he wasn't in cloud nine like he'd been a few seconds before. He noted curiously that Tatsumi, who was kneeling on the floor next to him, was playing with the waste band of his boxers like a kid who plays with his vegetables. Watari sat up, but the other man never lost his focus of the bit of underwear he had between his fingers.
"Seiichirou?" Watari asked hesitantly.
That, of course, got Tatsumi's attention, who looked up to meet Watari's gaze with a disgusted frown.
"Why'd you do that for?" the secretary whined.
Watari smiled sheepishly.
"Well, since you and I..." he motioned to their half naked selves. "...are getting to know each other better and all, I thought..."
Tatsumi snorted.
"What? Would you like me calling you Yutaka?"
'Oh...' Watari thought, making the same disgusted face.
"I see your point there...uh, Tatsumi." Tatsumi smiled a little, but soon sighed and looked down, shaking his head. Worried that he'd changed his mind, Watari leaned closer to the other man and hugged him loosely, making sure to give Tatsumi space and don't threaten him. "What is it?"
"I just can't believe I'm actually doing this." Tatsumi said looking incredulous.
'Darn, I let him think too much!' Watari kicked mentally himself. Tatsumi looked at him and what Watari saw reflected on the secretary's eyes made his heart skip a bit. Ok, so maybe Tatsumi thinking wasn't that bad after all.
"I'm really doing this." Tatsumi sounded almost giddy. Watari tightened his hold of the other man.
"I'll make sure you don't regret it."
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All it could be heard inside the infirmary was the deep, rhythmical breathing of the two people lying on the bed, with the exception of the sporadic gasps or whispered encouragements.
Tsusuki was mesmerized by the face of the boy underneath him; sometimes contorted with pain, sometimes with pleasure. The huge, green eyes were staring into his own, shedding a few tears that Tsusuki knew weren't from sadness. He'd kiss the tears away as soon as they fell. There was so much tenderness in Tsusuki's every touch that instead of stopping them, the tears kept falling from the emerald eyes.
Their rhythm was lazy; they were both trying to enjoy the moment for as long as they could. They were as close as they'd ever been to any other person in all their lives and the thought of it ending was something they both dreaded.
Tsusuki couldn't remember having sex to feel so...intimate. But that would mean he wasn't just having sex, and that he didn't want to consider. Not yet.
Still, he'd have to admit that whatever it was, it was far from being about satisfying a physical urge. They were sharing themselves; connected and completely attuned with the other. It was the closest Tsusuki had ever felt to happiness. Whatever had been the circumstances, Tsusuki's heart was filled with something that felt very much like love.
The grip the young man had on Tsusuki was desperate; his kisses were desperate. Tsusuki thought it was as if Hijiri was afraid he'd died once the night was over and he had to go back to reality. The shinigami wasn't sure the boy was the only one afraid of that.
Tsusuki buried his face on the crook of the young man's shoulder, gritting his teeth to stifle a scream as their rhythm quickened. The delicate hands loosened their grip of his back and gently caressed his hair.
"I love you, Tsusuki." the boy said hoarsely.
Tsusuki could feel his control slipping away. It was glorious and tragic at the same time. The sensations that the young man, so selflessly giving himself, was rousing in him were the most wonderful he'd felt ever, but he knew it was only a matter of seconds before it was over.
Amethyst eyes shut tight and Tsusuki heard the boy crying out his name as he climaxed, sending him over the edge.
"God, I love you." he cried; his body, that had been so full of energy just a few moments before, fell limply on top the young man's. With the little strength he had left, feeling completely elated, Tsusuki pulled the boy into a tight embrace. "I love you, Hisoka."
He heard the sharp intake of breath coming from the body next to him, and it was that what tipped Tsusuki off about what he'd just said. His eyes opened wide in shock, staring to the equally shocked green eyes that were starting to water.
Tsusuki bolted out of bed, horrified, while tears begun forming in his own eyes.
"Tsusuki..."
The man in question averted his gaze and rushed to find his pants, trying to erase the image of Hijiri's eyes out of his mind.
"I'm...I..." he begun mumbling, not able to form a coherent sentence as he jumped into his trousers and made a dash for the door. "I'm sorry."
The boy, dumbfounded, stared at the door as it closed behind the other man.
Nobody was there to see his emerald eyes cloud with tears of shock and happiness. Nobody was there to see the mass of black hair that he was now holding tightly between his fingers; his hands resting on his lap.
TBC
O.k...I hope I still have your attention here.
I have another YNM story, 600 and something words, real short; a Hisoka P.O.V. By no means I'm fishing for reviews. I have four and honestly, four reviews for 600 and something words is like a lot, but I want your opinion on whether I should write the sequel or not. So, if you have the time, read it and tell me when you review this.
I'm still gonna make a contest. Maybe if I bribe you into reading the next chapter it will all be ok, heh heh...(nervous laugh, btw) x_x
1) In the Oriya/Muraki part, there's a phrase based on a line from a TV Show. 10 points if you figure out the show and 20 if you can quote the original line.
2) For those who go to the url to pick up the pic, there's one about someone I believe is Tsusuki, reading a book. Please someone tell me who he is for real, because it's driving me nuts!
3) Of course there's a reward for the reviews alone. I know I'm running out of ideas for the prices, so if you want to make suggestions, feel free, cuz cookies aren't doing the trick any more @-@
And for the prizes!!
Yay! 53 reviews!! I love you!
Sheera's Greywolf, here you have your Tsusuki plushie for reviewing the first time, like I've given everyone. Sorry you were left out last time, FFnet is not sending me the e-mails warning me about reviews anymore and I didn't realise until I noticed three days had passed and I still didn't get any reviews for last chapter.
Madiha, Tsusuki cookies for you. I see you understand my dilemma about what to get for my birthday. Thanks for trying tho. *-*
dodger-chan. Of course Tsusuki made the cookies!! *Tsusuki nods proudly, handing the basket of cookies he made with all his love* *Konnie-chan waits 'til Tsusuki isn't looking and whispers* I changed the cookies, you can eat them. Btw, I hope that by people festering you for attention you don't mean like teachers or boss, I'd hate to be the cause of you getting fired or flunking out! Anyway, thank you for still liking it!
Tifa, Yuu Yuu Hakushou eh? I've never seen that. Is it good? I keep hearing people mentioning it, I'm starting to get curious. And Yay, you really mean that about this being your only reason to come here? Awwwww people like me! Or my story, pffff, same difference. o-O Tsusuki cookies for you!
Miyahara Yuuki, I promised the bunny pic, you get the bunny pic. *-* Was this Tsu/soka enough for you? I really hope you liked it. There's still some angst too come but, as I said, there'll be a happy ending. Probably stinking with fluffiness. Here're your cookies, do they taste nice?
last waltz, thank god there was no gun this time! Phew... Since you only got one plushie and you seem to like huggling 'Soka-chan, here's a Hisoka plushie for ya!
Cofi...what can I say? Considering you were the only one who realised, I don't feel I made it too obvious. Girl you're a genius! I was so happy to read your review, because the truth was just about to come out and so it didn't ruin the surprise! How did you figure it out? And LOL@ the glasses thing. I swear I hadn't noticed, and I wear glasses! I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. Just pretend one of them took his glasses off before kissing? Tsusuki plushie for you...Huh, never had a fan before...
Serenity!!!!! Serenity please don't hate me!!! I almost don't do it just because of you!! T.T I'll try to write a Hijiri/Tsusuki fic for you, ok? Anyway, good to have you back! Even if I'm about to loose you again! Waaaaaaaaah! Please forgive me!!! Extra Tsusuki and Hijiri cookies for you!!!
Ja ne!!
About the Oriya/Muraki bit in the middle. I beg you forgive me, I just thought of that scene and had to add it. I know it seems out of place, but think of it this way; every bit is meant to describe an intimate moment between the characters, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to give the good doctor some closure. I hope you don't hate me for it.
BTW, big turn is here. Fasten your seatbelts and good bye to all you readers that will hate me after this chappy. It's been nice having you here while it lasted. T.T
Ah, and you are so going to hate me because this isn't even orange; it's Tang (just in case, no I don't own Tang either). I am not comfortable writing "scenes". Not because I'm a prude (I am, but shhhh) but because I don't want them to be all clichéd and anatomically descriptive. We can all use our imagination, we know what's down there. There's no use for nomenclature, ne?
Anyway, go to http://www.geocities.com/evolution2476/ow for the bunny picture. There's some others you may wanna check.
Enjoy!
A DEVIL'S THRILL
Tsusuki wanted to stop. No, not to stop; what the shinigami wanted was to want to stop, because honestly, he didn't want, nor could stop kissing the boy in his arms.
Just a few moments before it had all made so much sense in his head, about why being with Hijiri would be wrong. But this *didn't* feel wrong!
The most complicated part was that he couldn't really think of a reason to stop. Somewhere in the back of his brain he knew he didn't love Hijiri, and that should have been reason enough. Should have but wasn't, because at that moment he did feel something for him. And, oh how Tsusuki wished what he felt was lust! He'd be able to control lust; he wasn't as impulsive as everyone thought. Ok, so, yeah, but not *all* the time. Not now.
And it wasn't just comfort, like he'd felt the night before. Though comfort certainly played a big part. Comfort because that young man, while he was kissing him, took all the pain away. He wasn't the monster he'd been in life; he wasn't the murderer he'd been in death. He was just Tsusuki.
All he knew was that the slender body in his arms, the soft, warm lips, felt like coming home.
Shaky, delicate fingers un-tugged his shirt and sought to touch warm skin, making Tsusuki shiver. He broke the kiss and stared at the beautiful green orbs staring fixedly at the hand caressing his stomach. The boy looked transfixed and terrified.
Tsusuki cupped his cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.
"I want you so much." he said, his voice hoarse. Hijiri gasped, meeting his gaze with eyes open wide. They were slightly moist and his whole body was starting to shake badly, making Tsusuki worry. "Are you scared?" he smiled gently, never stopping his caress on the boy's cheek. Hijiri nodded. "It's ok. We can stop if that's what you want." Tsusuki's smile widened to show he was serious.
Hijiri took a deep breath.
"I thought...I thought you didn't love me, but you...you act like you do and I..."
A few tears escaped the boy's eyes and Tsusuki, crestfallen, wiped them away tenderly.
"Hijiri...I don't know. I honestly don't know, but I do care about you and if this is hurting you in any way..."
Hijiri shook his head no, smiling; though the tears kept falling.
"You're not hurting me. You could never hurt me. I'm being selfish here. I want to make you happy so much, even if it's just for one night. But it's still..."
The shinigami pulled the boy into a tight embrace.
"You don't need to do this to make me happy." he whispered.
"Then let me do it because I want to." Hijiri said kissing his shoulder and resuming his caress. "I want you."
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Tatsumi was out of control.
He should have known it would happen; from the moment he'd kissed Watari that morning, he'd unleashed some sort of beast inside himself. Now the beast was out; so to speak.
It was like hunger, Tatsumi thought; like starving for weeks and the someone comes and gives you a piece of bread and you know you should eat it slowly but you just cant.
Watari was no piece of ordinary bread though. The man was glorious. The feel; the taste of him was feeding the beast inside of him in a way Tatsumi had never known before. And instead of saciating his need, it only made it stronger.
Somehow Watari had ended up pressed against the office wall. As soon as his back had touched the wall, the scientist's legs went around the other man's hips and Tatsumi didn't need to ask himself if he was pushing the other man to do something he didn't want anymore. There was no question about Watari wanting this as much as he did.
Reluctantly, Tatsumi broke the never ending kiss, only to reveal on the gracious swan-like neck's taste, while he tried to get the top off his friend's body; the lab coat forgotten long ago. Seeing as the task was impossible while he was standing, holding the weight of the other man, Tatsumi slid to the floor. When the sky blue sweater was off, Tatsumi stared in frustration at the black turtle neck that still covered Watari's skin.
The scientist smiled wickedly and his hands went straight to Tatsumi's tie, at the same time pushing Tatsumi to a laying position on the floor. Watari positioned himself on top of the other man, expertly undoing the tie in a matter of seconds. The shadow master was about to protest, but Watari put a finger to his lips.
"Let me help, ok?"
There was something about being in that position that made Tatsumi nervous. Besides, while he was trying to not simply devour the other man, Watari seemed odly calmed; exited, yes; in a hurry, no.
"But...but..." his words died in his throat as Watari took his top of and toss it aside, leaning to kiss him again.
Tatsumi groaned in pleasure when he was finally able to touch his friend's skin. It was so soft and inviting; he just couldn't get enough of it. Before he had time to ask how it had happened, his own shirt was off and Watari was trailing kisses down his chest.
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The whistle from the kettle brought Oriya back to reality. He shook himself from his thoughts and poured the boiling water into a cup.
To an outside observer, it would have seemed as if the dark haired man had found some universal truth inside the tea cup. The truth was, he was just finding it hard to concentrate on such a mundane task.
He wasn't complaining. Oh, no! He really loved the opportunity to take care of Muraki. He was finally useful to the good doctor. It was all he'd ever asked for; what he'd dreamt of doing for so many years, never really hoping it would come true. And now he had his wish. But should he really feel good about that?
Muraki really depended on him to cover even his most basic needs. The doctor wouldn't even remember to eat if Oriya wasn't there to remind him. Most of the time Oriya had to ask himself if it was really Muraki he was taking care off and not his empty body.
Oriya had almost felt joy when he'd seen Muraki had lost his reasons for doing what was driving him further and further away from humanity. He'd wanted Muraki to be what he'd used to be when they'd first met. And yes, Muraki the killer had died, but also had his friend. The man he loved wasn't there anymore. He'd died in Kyoto.
He realised that the tea had turned too dark while he was distracted with his meditations. The swordsman removed the tea bag, praying Muraki wouldn't notice; he took the tea cup with both hands and turned around. There was no kitchen door to cross; he barely needed to walk a few steps to reach Muraki, who was sited on a cheap leather couch staring curiously at the doll Oriya had brought for him.
Such a man was destined for greatness, Oriya mused, not a cheap motel room. He couldn't wait to get back home and away from that shinigami infested town.
Oriya knelt down next to the silver haired man, handing him the cup. But the other man wouldn't react, so Oriya placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke softly.
"Here, Sensei. I made you a cup of warm tea."
"Why are you here?" Muraki asked suddenly, never taking his eyes from the doll he wa holding.
Oriya blinked; Muraki didn't sound upset, just curious. Yet Oriya could see the man's hands shaking and his knuckles white, griping the doll for dear life.
"Sensei, I just came to take you home, I..."
Muraki stood up without warning, ripping the doll's head off and knocking the cup Oriya was holding to the floor. The swordsman could barely back away in time to dodge the blow that was so obviously meant for him.
"I know what you want!" Muraki hissed and Oriya gasped, seeing his friend's eye burning with life again; with life and anger. The doctor knelt in front of him, taking his chin with one hand and smiling viciously. "Tell, me Oriya; tell me you want me to fuck you." Oriya swallowed the lump on his throat and turned his face away from the sarcastic expression on Muraki's face. "That's it, isn't it? You're jealous; jealous because it wasn't you I wanted. And here you are, begging for crumbs. God, you're pathetic!"
Oriya wasn't hurt; he wasn't offended by Muraki's disdainful laugh. He simply stood up and dusted his clothes. Crumbs was all he could get; he may have been pathetic, but he was man enough to admit it.
"Would you like another cup of tea?" he asked, avoiding Muraki's gaze.
He was violently pushed against the wall, but made no attempt to fight back. Muraki's face was inches away from his own; and the doctor was angry.
"You poor excuse for a person!" the doctor spat. "I'll never, *ever* want you. All I feel for you is disgust." the last bit was said in a whisper; Muraki was quickly loosing his previous energy, as it always happened.
Oriya put his arms around of his friend's battered form.
"I know. It's ok. You shouldn't strain yourself like this. Let me help you back to your sit. Ok?"
The silver haired man leaned into the embrace, resting his head on Oriya's shoulder.
"Why do you still care? Look at me." he whispered as Oriya led him to the couch.
"I'll always care. I'm pathetic, remember?" the swordsman said with a smile.
They settled on the couch, this time Oriya holding Muraki while the other man calmed down. One day, Oriya hoped, the good doctor would have one of his lucid moments and stay there. That day he'd stop taking crumbs.
He just wondered if he really wanted that to happen.
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"Wait! Wait, let me do it!"
Watari stopped trying to undo Tatsumi's belt, throwing his hands into the air in defeat.
"Hurry!" the scientist cried.
By Enma, where did the man buy that stupid belt!?
Tatsumi desperately fumbled with the damn thing, frowning until it came undone. Triumphantly he took it off completely, making it resemble a whip- which made Watari shiver in delight, by the way- and tossed it aside.
Relieved, Watari- clothed only in his boxers now- leaned and kissed Tatsumi again.
"I'm *kiss* going to *kiss* buy you suspenders. *kiss*" Tatsumi snorted, but of course the sound came out muffled by the other man's lips, and ended up sounding more like a raspberry. Watari stopped kissing him and raised an eyebrow. "What?! They're sexy!"
"You get me suspenders. I'll buy you some decent underwear." Honest, a grown man with teddy bears on his boxers!
Watari was about to retort, but thought better. Who needed underwear anyway?
Tatsumi was having fun. He should probably tell Watari to wait a little while he checked if the world was ending. After fumbling with his own pants, realising he should have taken his shoes off first; after Watari mocking him about how ridiculous he looked with only his boxers and his dark socks, Tatsumi concluded that he was, for the first time in his adult life and after life, having fun.
All coherent thought abandoned them both though, as soon as Tatsumi pulled Watari against him once more and they could both feel the other's arousal, restrained only by two fine layers of silk. Ok, ok, one layer of silk, one cotton. You can guess which was which.
Who'd thought? Tatsumi mused as he rolled them around on the floor and positioned himself on top of Watari making a slight movement of his hips that had been absolutely unintentional, but never-the-less rewarding and had them both seeing stars. Here he was, the stuck up secretary- yes, he knew what they said behind his back- about to have sex with a co-worker, a male co-worker, on his office's floor. And he wasn't even thinking about scolding the cleaning lady for the dust he could see under his desk!
The thought would have scared him any other time, at that moment he could only think about how beautiful Watari looked; about how much he wanted him. But it all came crashing down when he was supposed to rid Watari of his underwear. He froze, completely.
It was stupid; he knew it was stupid. He'd already seen Watari naked; Watari had seen him naked. Why would this be any different?
Watari stared at him confusedly, wondering why he wasn't in cloud nine like he'd been a few seconds before. He noted curiously that Tatsumi, who was kneeling on the floor next to him, was playing with the waste band of his boxers like a kid who plays with his vegetables. Watari sat up, but the other man never lost his focus of the bit of underwear he had between his fingers.
"Seiichirou?" Watari asked hesitantly.
That, of course, got Tatsumi's attention, who looked up to meet Watari's gaze with a disgusted frown.
"Why'd you do that for?" the secretary whined.
Watari smiled sheepishly.
"Well, since you and I..." he motioned to their half naked selves. "...are getting to know each other better and all, I thought..."
Tatsumi snorted.
"What? Would you like me calling you Yutaka?"
'Oh...' Watari thought, making the same disgusted face.
"I see your point there...uh, Tatsumi." Tatsumi smiled a little, but soon sighed and looked down, shaking his head. Worried that he'd changed his mind, Watari leaned closer to the other man and hugged him loosely, making sure to give Tatsumi space and don't threaten him. "What is it?"
"I just can't believe I'm actually doing this." Tatsumi said looking incredulous.
'Darn, I let him think too much!' Watari kicked mentally himself. Tatsumi looked at him and what Watari saw reflected on the secretary's eyes made his heart skip a bit. Ok, so maybe Tatsumi thinking wasn't that bad after all.
"I'm really doing this." Tatsumi sounded almost giddy. Watari tightened his hold of the other man.
"I'll make sure you don't regret it."
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All it could be heard inside the infirmary was the deep, rhythmical breathing of the two people lying on the bed, with the exception of the sporadic gasps or whispered encouragements.
Tsusuki was mesmerized by the face of the boy underneath him; sometimes contorted with pain, sometimes with pleasure. The huge, green eyes were staring into his own, shedding a few tears that Tsusuki knew weren't from sadness. He'd kiss the tears away as soon as they fell. There was so much tenderness in Tsusuki's every touch that instead of stopping them, the tears kept falling from the emerald eyes.
Their rhythm was lazy; they were both trying to enjoy the moment for as long as they could. They were as close as they'd ever been to any other person in all their lives and the thought of it ending was something they both dreaded.
Tsusuki couldn't remember having sex to feel so...intimate. But that would mean he wasn't just having sex, and that he didn't want to consider. Not yet.
Still, he'd have to admit that whatever it was, it was far from being about satisfying a physical urge. They were sharing themselves; connected and completely attuned with the other. It was the closest Tsusuki had ever felt to happiness. Whatever had been the circumstances, Tsusuki's heart was filled with something that felt very much like love.
The grip the young man had on Tsusuki was desperate; his kisses were desperate. Tsusuki thought it was as if Hijiri was afraid he'd died once the night was over and he had to go back to reality. The shinigami wasn't sure the boy was the only one afraid of that.
Tsusuki buried his face on the crook of the young man's shoulder, gritting his teeth to stifle a scream as their rhythm quickened. The delicate hands loosened their grip of his back and gently caressed his hair.
"I love you, Tsusuki." the boy said hoarsely.
Tsusuki could feel his control slipping away. It was glorious and tragic at the same time. The sensations that the young man, so selflessly giving himself, was rousing in him were the most wonderful he'd felt ever, but he knew it was only a matter of seconds before it was over.
Amethyst eyes shut tight and Tsusuki heard the boy crying out his name as he climaxed, sending him over the edge.
"God, I love you." he cried; his body, that had been so full of energy just a few moments before, fell limply on top the young man's. With the little strength he had left, feeling completely elated, Tsusuki pulled the boy into a tight embrace. "I love you, Hisoka."
He heard the sharp intake of breath coming from the body next to him, and it was that what tipped Tsusuki off about what he'd just said. His eyes opened wide in shock, staring to the equally shocked green eyes that were starting to water.
Tsusuki bolted out of bed, horrified, while tears begun forming in his own eyes.
"Tsusuki..."
The man in question averted his gaze and rushed to find his pants, trying to erase the image of Hijiri's eyes out of his mind.
"I'm...I..." he begun mumbling, not able to form a coherent sentence as he jumped into his trousers and made a dash for the door. "I'm sorry."
The boy, dumbfounded, stared at the door as it closed behind the other man.
Nobody was there to see his emerald eyes cloud with tears of shock and happiness. Nobody was there to see the mass of black hair that he was now holding tightly between his fingers; his hands resting on his lap.
TBC
O.k...I hope I still have your attention here.
I have another YNM story, 600 and something words, real short; a Hisoka P.O.V. By no means I'm fishing for reviews. I have four and honestly, four reviews for 600 and something words is like a lot, but I want your opinion on whether I should write the sequel or not. So, if you have the time, read it and tell me when you review this.
I'm still gonna make a contest. Maybe if I bribe you into reading the next chapter it will all be ok, heh heh...(nervous laugh, btw) x_x
1) In the Oriya/Muraki part, there's a phrase based on a line from a TV Show. 10 points if you figure out the show and 20 if you can quote the original line.
2) For those who go to the url to pick up the pic, there's one about someone I believe is Tsusuki, reading a book. Please someone tell me who he is for real, because it's driving me nuts!
3) Of course there's a reward for the reviews alone. I know I'm running out of ideas for the prices, so if you want to make suggestions, feel free, cuz cookies aren't doing the trick any more @-@
And for the prizes!!
Yay! 53 reviews!! I love you!
Sheera's Greywolf, here you have your Tsusuki plushie for reviewing the first time, like I've given everyone. Sorry you were left out last time, FFnet is not sending me the e-mails warning me about reviews anymore and I didn't realise until I noticed three days had passed and I still didn't get any reviews for last chapter.
Madiha, Tsusuki cookies for you. I see you understand my dilemma about what to get for my birthday. Thanks for trying tho. *-*
dodger-chan. Of course Tsusuki made the cookies!! *Tsusuki nods proudly, handing the basket of cookies he made with all his love* *Konnie-chan waits 'til Tsusuki isn't looking and whispers* I changed the cookies, you can eat them. Btw, I hope that by people festering you for attention you don't mean like teachers or boss, I'd hate to be the cause of you getting fired or flunking out! Anyway, thank you for still liking it!
Tifa, Yuu Yuu Hakushou eh? I've never seen that. Is it good? I keep hearing people mentioning it, I'm starting to get curious. And Yay, you really mean that about this being your only reason to come here? Awwwww people like me! Or my story, pffff, same difference. o-O Tsusuki cookies for you!
Miyahara Yuuki, I promised the bunny pic, you get the bunny pic. *-* Was this Tsu/soka enough for you? I really hope you liked it. There's still some angst too come but, as I said, there'll be a happy ending. Probably stinking with fluffiness. Here're your cookies, do they taste nice?
last waltz, thank god there was no gun this time! Phew... Since you only got one plushie and you seem to like huggling 'Soka-chan, here's a Hisoka plushie for ya!
Cofi...what can I say? Considering you were the only one who realised, I don't feel I made it too obvious. Girl you're a genius! I was so happy to read your review, because the truth was just about to come out and so it didn't ruin the surprise! How did you figure it out? And LOL@ the glasses thing. I swear I hadn't noticed, and I wear glasses! I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. Just pretend one of them took his glasses off before kissing? Tsusuki plushie for you...Huh, never had a fan before...
Serenity!!!!! Serenity please don't hate me!!! I almost don't do it just because of you!! T.T I'll try to write a Hijiri/Tsusuki fic for you, ok? Anyway, good to have you back! Even if I'm about to loose you again! Waaaaaaaaah! Please forgive me!!! Extra Tsusuki and Hijiri cookies for you!!!
Ja ne!!