BuddhaFrog: Finals only semi-suck, papers suck more. Apparently my academic
writing sucks, maybe I should just stick to writing this kind of thing.
Thank GOD there is finally a lemon, poor Hisoka. Damn, this is the most
coherent thing I've written. Maybe it's because I'm tired. This is really
choppy. Am I writing a telegraph. That's it STOP I love you STOP Bohemeian
Rhapsody STOP National American Government chapter 11 sucks STOP Back to
the story, YAY for aggressive Ukes!!! Yay for ex-boyfriends, and messed up
RPGs, and self-preparation and ACTUAL preparation and lubrication. And poor
Tsuzuki having to kiss that bitch. SO study study study, please review.
Talk to the Trey. LOVE AND PEACE!!!
MorningStar: Yeah, so it took awhile to write this because it is the last week of school and I have finals. So the next chapter won't be up until after Christmas break. Sorry Y'all. Anyway, there is a lemon in this chapter. I wasn't going to write one in here, but I kept getting this image of Hisoka all scared and wrapped up in blankets and clutching a pillow to his chest, finally I wrote that and then the lemon developed. It isn't pointless and I think that is really what anyone would do. Well, almost anyone. Hope y'all enjoy this, I sure did writing it. Have fun! Have a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR! This is my present to all my wonderful fans out there!! That's about it. DAMN MURAKI!!!
Holli: Heh. Yeah. :D Nice chapter and things are really coming around. I love her lemon. HEH HEH. MS, you always out do yourself! The master! HEH HEH. The lemon.anyone would do that, MorningStar? Almost anyone? *pervy smirk* Heh, heh, suurrrrreee. :D But, then again, this is the magical land of yaoi ruled by demented fans, sprinkled with magical glitter shaped like hearts, bright sparkles and lube right? LOL Anything can happen! YAY! So, my sister is now officially engaged. Woo! And.MS and I wrote a rpg. A Tsuzuki x Hisoka one of course, to be specific. It'll be up soon! Bye!
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Chapter Four
Hatoyama Returns
Tsuzuki pulled the covers over Hisoka's still form, and lightly brushed stray locks of hair out of the boy's face. The bed dipped under Tsuzuki's weight as he sat next to his partner, gently caressing Hisoka's face, trying to soften the fierce and pained expression the teen's face had even in sleep. He bent his head and placed a soft kiss on pursed lips. Hisoka mumbled something and rolled on his side, his expression softening slightly.
A smile flitted over Tsuzuki's lips. He silently made a decision he had been debating in his head for awhile. He placed another kiss on Hisoka's temple and whispered lightly, "Koibito, I'm going to go finish the interviews. I will be back as soon as possible."
Tsuzuki stood up, the air shimmered and then he was gone. Hisoka rolled over onto his other side and hugged Tsuzuki's pillow, unconsciously seeking the warmth and scent of his lover.
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Tsuzuki knocked on the door to Kakinomoto Hisato's house once more. It didn't take long before he was once more face to face with kind Yoriko. She smiled up at him and opened the door wider, "I did not expect you so soon. Please, come in. Tell me, how is your young partner?"
Tsuzuki gave the woman an answering smile, "Sleeping."
"What was wrong with him? Do you know?" Yoriko asked as she showed Tsuzuki once more to the living room.
The Shinigami sat down, clasped his hands between his knees, and shook his head lightly, "He was just too exhausted. I must apologize for his outburst, though. I don't know what brought that on."
Yoriko placed her hand on Tsuzuki's, "You don't have to apologize, I'm sure he just dozed off and Hisato startled him. Now, I'm sure you didn't come all the way back here just to talk to me. I believe you had some questions for my husband, ne?"
Tsuzuki smiled at the woman and nodded. Yoriko stood up and walked out of the living room in search of her wayward spouse. The young man had returned a lot sooner than she had thought he would, but she didn't mind. She had smiled more since this young man came into her house than she had in a month. Yoriko poked her head into her husband's study. He was sitting in the middle of the room, staring at nothing. The smile fell from her face as she stared at Hisato, that seemed to be all he did anymore when he wasn't at work or eating, just sitting and staring.
"Hisato?" Yoriko said as she walked completely into the room.
Hisato looked up at his wife, eyes glazed and unfocused, seeing nothing. Those eyes always scared her, every time he looked at her with those seemingly dead eyes she wanted to run screaming to another room. Instead, she forced a small smile to curve her lips, "Hisato, there is a Detective here who wishes to speak with you."
Hisato nodded and stood up, as he walked out of the room his eyes slowly started to focus and return to normal.
Tsuzuki stood as Kakinomoto approached him and held out his hand, "Kakinomoto-san, I am Detective Tsuzuki Asato. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?"
Hisato shook the proffered hand before sitting down, motioning for Tsuzuki to do the same, "I do not mind."
"Could you please tell me what you remember about the day you died?"
Hisato shook his head, "Everybody tells me that I died, you think I would remember something like that, but I don't."
"Could you tell me as much as you can remember about that day, then?"
"I really don't like talking about it."
"Please, Hisato, it would be extremely helpful to his investigation. You may not remember dying, but you did, and were dead for two days before you came back to me," Tsuzuki and Hisato looked up, neither of them had heard Yoriko walk into the room. She padded over to her husband and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Hisato sighed, "Very well. All I remember about that day is getting up, going to work, and then getting off of work. I was walking home as I usually do when I suddenly felt as if something was following me. After that, nothing. The next thing I remember I was walking into this house and kissing my wife, I didn't even realize two days had gone by. That's all I can remember."
Tsuzuki nodded his head and stood up, surprised that Hisato had given in so easily to his request after what his wife had said earlier and not wanting to push for anything else, "That's more than we had. Thank you for your time."
Hisato stood up and shook Tsuzuki's hand once more. Tsuzuki noticed that Kakinomoto's eyes had darkened with something he couldn't quite name. "Are you sure that is all?"
"Hai, thank you," Tsuzuki gently extracted his hand from Hisato, who didn't seem to be letting go anytime soon. He turned to Yoriko and bowed, "Thank you again for your kindness."
Yoriko nodded, "You're welcome, take care of your young partner. I hope he feels better."
Tsuzuki smiled and walked out of the small house. He pulled the papers that he had grabbed from the case folder out of his coat pocket and unfolded them, glancing over the information before quickly refolding them and putting them back in his pocket. Just as Tsuzuki was about to fly away, he heard a familiar voice, "Detective Tsuzuki, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Tsuzuki glanced to his left and saw Detective Hatoyama walking in his direction, white hair streaming behind her, "Detective Hatoyama-san, nice to see you again."
"Hmph, well, wish I could say the same. Where is your partner?"
"He wasn't feeling well, so I decided to let him sleep while I interrogated a few of the victims and their families."
"I could have saved you the trouble of walking all around Nagasaki and told you that none of the victims ever talk about what happened the day they were killed," Detective Hatoyama crossed her arms over her chest, "It would make my life a whole hell of a lot easier if they would. Then maybe I could solve this damn case, and put the bastard who is killing all these people in jail. I just wish I could figure out what it is that's bringing them back to life. I don't buy into all this 'miracle' bullshit!"
Tsuzuki tilted his head to one side, surveying the young detective, "You were unable to get any of the victims to talk to you?"
Hatoyama arched one elegant white brow and spoke slowly, "Hai. Why? Have they spoken to you?"
Tsuzuki debated whether or not to tell Hatoyama about Kakinomoto, especially considering Hisoka's dislike of the detective. In the end he decided to tell her a half-truth, "I spoke to the first victim's wife, but she didn't seem to know much about the murder. Kakinomoto didn't say much."
"Hmph, they never do," Hatoyama glared icily at the space near Tsuzuki's head before she turned to him, her eyes taking on much the same look that Kakinomoto's had, "Tsuzuki, since your partner is feeling a bit down, why don't I accompany you to the next victim's place? Maybe if both of us are there they will be more cooperative."
Tsuzuki couldn't think of an excuse that the detective would buy, so he just nodded and the two of them headed in the direction of the second victims house.
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"Ahhhhhh!!! Son of a BITCH!" Detective Hotoyama threw her paper cup containing the soda she had just bought against a convenient wall, "Five! Five people! And all of them refused to talk! Don't they understand I'm *trying* to solve a murder case here?!"
Tsuzuki wiped some of the sticky soda from where it had splashed on his jacket and slacks, "Well, look on the bright side, Detective; the last two didn't slam the door on us like the other three!"
Hatoyama turned to glare at Tsuzuki, "Oh, well, that just makes *everything* better!"
"I can't really say I blame them. Think about it, would you want to remember dying if you could help it? Plus, all your friends and co-workers are probably looking at you like you were a ghost. It would be very difficult for anyone to try to cope with, Detective Hatoyama-san."
Hatoyama growled, then she suddenly grabbed Tsuzuki by the front of his jacket and jerked him against her body, pressing her lips hard against his. Tsuzuki's eyes widened as he felt the wet heat of her tongue pressing against his closed lips, demanding entrance. He fought against her, desperately trying to pull away, but this woman was a lot stronger than she looked, and kept Tsuzuki pressed against her. Finally she drew away, then she leaned close to Tsuzuki's ear, flicked her tongue over the delicate lobe, and whispered, "You can call me Kimiko, and you're right, it would be difficult."
Hatoyama pushed a stunned Tsuzuki away from her, turned sharply on her heel, and walked confidently away, leaving a very shocked Tsuzuki staring after her. When she was a few feet away she looked over her shoulder and said, "I'm calling it a day. I'll see you again soon, Asato-chan."
Tsuzuki stood there, a confused and very shocked expression covering his face, until he could no longer see the detective that had so shaken his composure. When Hatoyama had disappeared from sight, Tsuzuki shook himself and his mind clicked on, working overtime. *What the . . .? Why . . .? What the HELL just happened?! Why did she just do that? Hisoka was right! Oh, gods, Hisoka! I better get back to the hotel! He has probably woken up by now!* All thoughts of Detective Hatoyama left Tsuzuki's head to be replaced by his worry for Hisoka. He glanced around him, making sure no one was looking his way before quickly teleporting himself back to the hotel room.
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Hisoka stirred in the queen sized bed, eyelids slowly fluttered open and emerald eyes glanced around the hotel room. *Where . . .? What happened? Why am I back here?* The teen slowly sat up and glanced out the window, judging from the lighting, it was getting close to sunset. Where was Tsuzuki? Why was he back in the hotel? What had happened? He glanced around the room, trying to remember. Emerald eyes widened as Hisoka was again assaulted by the intense feelings of fear he had been subjected to for the past two days.
The small frame started shaking uncontrollably, as unconscious tears streaked slowly down his face. He wrapped himself tighter in the blankets, trying to get rid of the sudden chill that had suffused his body. He curled up on his side and buried his face into Tsuzuki's pillow, inhaling the scent that was unique to his lover, a sweetness that just seemed to be an inherent part of what made Tsuzuki. He was trying to find comfort in the trace emotions that were left over from his partner having so recently vacated the bed.
Hisoka wanted to get rid of the intense fear that seemed to have soaked into his very bones. But how? It seemed too intense for anything to overcome it. He gripped the pillow and blankets tighter around him and wished Tsuzuki was there. Maybe having Tsuzuki's whirlwind of energy around him would drive the fear away.
Tsuzuki stood in the middle of the room and looked at the small figure that seemed to be swallowed by the huge bed. Hisoka was wrapped tightly in the blankets, not even a strand of that beautiful wheat-hair was showing. Tsuzuki started to walk towards the bed, removing his coat and tie and kicking off his shoes, planning on slipping between the covers quietly so as not to wake the teen.
Hisoka let out a small sob. He hated himself for showing that weakness, even if he was alone. A wave of worry, love, and, buried underneath those two, a slight twinge of lust, rolled through his mind. He shot up, the covers and pillow still clutched tightly to his chest, and stared straight into amethyst eyes. Those same eyes widened with worry as Tsuzuki saw the tear tracks that traced over Hisoka's face. He started forward, but stopped himself. Hisoka hated it when he was overprotective of him, but the teen looked so fragile right then, with his chest bare and looking as if he were being swallowed whole by the blankets he was clutching in a death grip around him. Tsuzuki couldn't seem to help himself. Without realizing he had even moved, he was standing at the side of the bed staring into wide emerald eyes.
Hisoka threw himself at Tsuzuki, flinging his arms around the older Shinigami, burying his face in his lover's neck, still kneeling on the edge of the bed. Tsuzuki enfolded the young teen in his arms and stroked his back, trying to soothe Hisoka. He was about to gather his young partner into his arms when he felt something warm and wet flick over his neck.
Tsuzuki jerked his head back and stared into emerald eyes wide with an unknown fear, glittering with unshed tears, and darkened with passion, "'Soka? What's wrong?"
Hisoka's only answer was to crush his mouth against Tsuzuki's and to press his body against his lover's. Tsuzuki felt Hisoka's tongue against his lips, demanding entrance. He parted his lips and Hisoka's tongue plunged in, tracing the contours of his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Tsuzuki tore his mouth away from Hisoka's and tried to push the teen away from him. Hisoka was having none of that, he attached himself to Tsuzuki's extremely sensitive neck, licking, sucking, and biting. Tsuzuki moaned and tilted his head to the side, giving Hisoka better access to his neck.
The wheat-haired teen's hands fumbled at the buttons on his partner's shirt. Finally, furious at the uncooperative little circles, he yanked the sides of Tsuzuki's shirt, causing the offending buttons to shoot all over the hotel room, before completely divulging Tsuzuki of his shirt. Tsuzuki gasped at Hisoka's aggressiveness. What was going on? Why was Hisoka being so aggressive?
All thought was wiped from his mind, though, as Hisoka nipped at his collarbone and then descended lower to draw one of his nipples into his mouth. The teen flicked his tongue over the dusky bud before gently biting it and then drawing it into his mouth once more. Tsuzuki moaned, letting his head fall back, and ran his hands through Hisoka's hair.
Hisoka felt long fingers slide through his wheat colored hair to massage his skull. He let out a small moan and kissed his way over to Tsuzuki's other nipple, using his right hand to continue to play with the one he had just released. He didn't know exactly what had overcome him, he just knew he wanted to get rid of the fear, and right now Tsuzuki's building lust combined with his own was doing a good job of that. The coldness was slowly leaving him, being replaced by a fierce, heated passion for his lover.
He kissed and nipped his way back up Tsuzuki's chest and sealed their mouths together. Tsuzuki's tongue flicked over his lips, asking for permission. Hisoka didn't want to be asked right now, he wanted to be taken, he wanted Tsuzuki to grab him and force the fear and cold out with his lust. He gripped the back of Tsuzuki's head and forced his tongue into the older Shinigami's mouth, trying to tell his lover without words what he wanted.
The teen twisted his body and yanked Tsuzuki onto the bed and beneath him, their mouths still locked together. Tsuzuki's hands roamed over Hisoka's bare chest and abdomen. Hisoka's hands were doing their own traveling, one played with Tsuzuki's abused nipples, while the other went lower to cup the growing bulge in his lover's pants. Tsuzuki groaned and arched his hips into the caress, trying to increase the pressure and friction against his erection. Hisoka quickly undid the button and zipper to Tsuzuki's pants and reached his hand inside, grasping his lover in his hand.
"Nnnn, 'SOKA!" Tsuzuki threw his head back and bucked his hips. Hisoka continued to stroke Tsuzuki as he bit and sucked at the older man's neck.
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MorningStar: Okay folks, this is where it gets interesting. FF.Net says you guys don't get to read this stuff on here, so if you want to read it, go to our main Yami no Matsuei site. I think the lemon is important, but I can't leave it in here, and I refuse to cut out part of my story and leave in the other part. I will continue to post this story on FF.net, though.
MorningStar: Yeah, so it took awhile to write this because it is the last week of school and I have finals. So the next chapter won't be up until after Christmas break. Sorry Y'all. Anyway, there is a lemon in this chapter. I wasn't going to write one in here, but I kept getting this image of Hisoka all scared and wrapped up in blankets and clutching a pillow to his chest, finally I wrote that and then the lemon developed. It isn't pointless and I think that is really what anyone would do. Well, almost anyone. Hope y'all enjoy this, I sure did writing it. Have fun! Have a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR! This is my present to all my wonderful fans out there!! That's about it. DAMN MURAKI!!!
Holli: Heh. Yeah. :D Nice chapter and things are really coming around. I love her lemon. HEH HEH. MS, you always out do yourself! The master! HEH HEH. The lemon.anyone would do that, MorningStar? Almost anyone? *pervy smirk* Heh, heh, suurrrrreee. :D But, then again, this is the magical land of yaoi ruled by demented fans, sprinkled with magical glitter shaped like hearts, bright sparkles and lube right? LOL Anything can happen! YAY! So, my sister is now officially engaged. Woo! And.MS and I wrote a rpg. A Tsuzuki x Hisoka one of course, to be specific. It'll be up soon! Bye!
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Chapter Four
Hatoyama Returns
Tsuzuki pulled the covers over Hisoka's still form, and lightly brushed stray locks of hair out of the boy's face. The bed dipped under Tsuzuki's weight as he sat next to his partner, gently caressing Hisoka's face, trying to soften the fierce and pained expression the teen's face had even in sleep. He bent his head and placed a soft kiss on pursed lips. Hisoka mumbled something and rolled on his side, his expression softening slightly.
A smile flitted over Tsuzuki's lips. He silently made a decision he had been debating in his head for awhile. He placed another kiss on Hisoka's temple and whispered lightly, "Koibito, I'm going to go finish the interviews. I will be back as soon as possible."
Tsuzuki stood up, the air shimmered and then he was gone. Hisoka rolled over onto his other side and hugged Tsuzuki's pillow, unconsciously seeking the warmth and scent of his lover.
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Tsuzuki knocked on the door to Kakinomoto Hisato's house once more. It didn't take long before he was once more face to face with kind Yoriko. She smiled up at him and opened the door wider, "I did not expect you so soon. Please, come in. Tell me, how is your young partner?"
Tsuzuki gave the woman an answering smile, "Sleeping."
"What was wrong with him? Do you know?" Yoriko asked as she showed Tsuzuki once more to the living room.
The Shinigami sat down, clasped his hands between his knees, and shook his head lightly, "He was just too exhausted. I must apologize for his outburst, though. I don't know what brought that on."
Yoriko placed her hand on Tsuzuki's, "You don't have to apologize, I'm sure he just dozed off and Hisato startled him. Now, I'm sure you didn't come all the way back here just to talk to me. I believe you had some questions for my husband, ne?"
Tsuzuki smiled at the woman and nodded. Yoriko stood up and walked out of the living room in search of her wayward spouse. The young man had returned a lot sooner than she had thought he would, but she didn't mind. She had smiled more since this young man came into her house than she had in a month. Yoriko poked her head into her husband's study. He was sitting in the middle of the room, staring at nothing. The smile fell from her face as she stared at Hisato, that seemed to be all he did anymore when he wasn't at work or eating, just sitting and staring.
"Hisato?" Yoriko said as she walked completely into the room.
Hisato looked up at his wife, eyes glazed and unfocused, seeing nothing. Those eyes always scared her, every time he looked at her with those seemingly dead eyes she wanted to run screaming to another room. Instead, she forced a small smile to curve her lips, "Hisato, there is a Detective here who wishes to speak with you."
Hisato nodded and stood up, as he walked out of the room his eyes slowly started to focus and return to normal.
Tsuzuki stood as Kakinomoto approached him and held out his hand, "Kakinomoto-san, I am Detective Tsuzuki Asato. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?"
Hisato shook the proffered hand before sitting down, motioning for Tsuzuki to do the same, "I do not mind."
"Could you please tell me what you remember about the day you died?"
Hisato shook his head, "Everybody tells me that I died, you think I would remember something like that, but I don't."
"Could you tell me as much as you can remember about that day, then?"
"I really don't like talking about it."
"Please, Hisato, it would be extremely helpful to his investigation. You may not remember dying, but you did, and were dead for two days before you came back to me," Tsuzuki and Hisato looked up, neither of them had heard Yoriko walk into the room. She padded over to her husband and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Hisato sighed, "Very well. All I remember about that day is getting up, going to work, and then getting off of work. I was walking home as I usually do when I suddenly felt as if something was following me. After that, nothing. The next thing I remember I was walking into this house and kissing my wife, I didn't even realize two days had gone by. That's all I can remember."
Tsuzuki nodded his head and stood up, surprised that Hisato had given in so easily to his request after what his wife had said earlier and not wanting to push for anything else, "That's more than we had. Thank you for your time."
Hisato stood up and shook Tsuzuki's hand once more. Tsuzuki noticed that Kakinomoto's eyes had darkened with something he couldn't quite name. "Are you sure that is all?"
"Hai, thank you," Tsuzuki gently extracted his hand from Hisato, who didn't seem to be letting go anytime soon. He turned to Yoriko and bowed, "Thank you again for your kindness."
Yoriko nodded, "You're welcome, take care of your young partner. I hope he feels better."
Tsuzuki smiled and walked out of the small house. He pulled the papers that he had grabbed from the case folder out of his coat pocket and unfolded them, glancing over the information before quickly refolding them and putting them back in his pocket. Just as Tsuzuki was about to fly away, he heard a familiar voice, "Detective Tsuzuki, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Tsuzuki glanced to his left and saw Detective Hatoyama walking in his direction, white hair streaming behind her, "Detective Hatoyama-san, nice to see you again."
"Hmph, well, wish I could say the same. Where is your partner?"
"He wasn't feeling well, so I decided to let him sleep while I interrogated a few of the victims and their families."
"I could have saved you the trouble of walking all around Nagasaki and told you that none of the victims ever talk about what happened the day they were killed," Detective Hatoyama crossed her arms over her chest, "It would make my life a whole hell of a lot easier if they would. Then maybe I could solve this damn case, and put the bastard who is killing all these people in jail. I just wish I could figure out what it is that's bringing them back to life. I don't buy into all this 'miracle' bullshit!"
Tsuzuki tilted his head to one side, surveying the young detective, "You were unable to get any of the victims to talk to you?"
Hatoyama arched one elegant white brow and spoke slowly, "Hai. Why? Have they spoken to you?"
Tsuzuki debated whether or not to tell Hatoyama about Kakinomoto, especially considering Hisoka's dislike of the detective. In the end he decided to tell her a half-truth, "I spoke to the first victim's wife, but she didn't seem to know much about the murder. Kakinomoto didn't say much."
"Hmph, they never do," Hatoyama glared icily at the space near Tsuzuki's head before she turned to him, her eyes taking on much the same look that Kakinomoto's had, "Tsuzuki, since your partner is feeling a bit down, why don't I accompany you to the next victim's place? Maybe if both of us are there they will be more cooperative."
Tsuzuki couldn't think of an excuse that the detective would buy, so he just nodded and the two of them headed in the direction of the second victims house.
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"Ahhhhhh!!! Son of a BITCH!" Detective Hotoyama threw her paper cup containing the soda she had just bought against a convenient wall, "Five! Five people! And all of them refused to talk! Don't they understand I'm *trying* to solve a murder case here?!"
Tsuzuki wiped some of the sticky soda from where it had splashed on his jacket and slacks, "Well, look on the bright side, Detective; the last two didn't slam the door on us like the other three!"
Hatoyama turned to glare at Tsuzuki, "Oh, well, that just makes *everything* better!"
"I can't really say I blame them. Think about it, would you want to remember dying if you could help it? Plus, all your friends and co-workers are probably looking at you like you were a ghost. It would be very difficult for anyone to try to cope with, Detective Hatoyama-san."
Hatoyama growled, then she suddenly grabbed Tsuzuki by the front of his jacket and jerked him against her body, pressing her lips hard against his. Tsuzuki's eyes widened as he felt the wet heat of her tongue pressing against his closed lips, demanding entrance. He fought against her, desperately trying to pull away, but this woman was a lot stronger than she looked, and kept Tsuzuki pressed against her. Finally she drew away, then she leaned close to Tsuzuki's ear, flicked her tongue over the delicate lobe, and whispered, "You can call me Kimiko, and you're right, it would be difficult."
Hatoyama pushed a stunned Tsuzuki away from her, turned sharply on her heel, and walked confidently away, leaving a very shocked Tsuzuki staring after her. When she was a few feet away she looked over her shoulder and said, "I'm calling it a day. I'll see you again soon, Asato-chan."
Tsuzuki stood there, a confused and very shocked expression covering his face, until he could no longer see the detective that had so shaken his composure. When Hatoyama had disappeared from sight, Tsuzuki shook himself and his mind clicked on, working overtime. *What the . . .? Why . . .? What the HELL just happened?! Why did she just do that? Hisoka was right! Oh, gods, Hisoka! I better get back to the hotel! He has probably woken up by now!* All thoughts of Detective Hatoyama left Tsuzuki's head to be replaced by his worry for Hisoka. He glanced around him, making sure no one was looking his way before quickly teleporting himself back to the hotel room.
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Hisoka stirred in the queen sized bed, eyelids slowly fluttered open and emerald eyes glanced around the hotel room. *Where . . .? What happened? Why am I back here?* The teen slowly sat up and glanced out the window, judging from the lighting, it was getting close to sunset. Where was Tsuzuki? Why was he back in the hotel? What had happened? He glanced around the room, trying to remember. Emerald eyes widened as Hisoka was again assaulted by the intense feelings of fear he had been subjected to for the past two days.
The small frame started shaking uncontrollably, as unconscious tears streaked slowly down his face. He wrapped himself tighter in the blankets, trying to get rid of the sudden chill that had suffused his body. He curled up on his side and buried his face into Tsuzuki's pillow, inhaling the scent that was unique to his lover, a sweetness that just seemed to be an inherent part of what made Tsuzuki. He was trying to find comfort in the trace emotions that were left over from his partner having so recently vacated the bed.
Hisoka wanted to get rid of the intense fear that seemed to have soaked into his very bones. But how? It seemed too intense for anything to overcome it. He gripped the pillow and blankets tighter around him and wished Tsuzuki was there. Maybe having Tsuzuki's whirlwind of energy around him would drive the fear away.
Tsuzuki stood in the middle of the room and looked at the small figure that seemed to be swallowed by the huge bed. Hisoka was wrapped tightly in the blankets, not even a strand of that beautiful wheat-hair was showing. Tsuzuki started to walk towards the bed, removing his coat and tie and kicking off his shoes, planning on slipping between the covers quietly so as not to wake the teen.
Hisoka let out a small sob. He hated himself for showing that weakness, even if he was alone. A wave of worry, love, and, buried underneath those two, a slight twinge of lust, rolled through his mind. He shot up, the covers and pillow still clutched tightly to his chest, and stared straight into amethyst eyes. Those same eyes widened with worry as Tsuzuki saw the tear tracks that traced over Hisoka's face. He started forward, but stopped himself. Hisoka hated it when he was overprotective of him, but the teen looked so fragile right then, with his chest bare and looking as if he were being swallowed whole by the blankets he was clutching in a death grip around him. Tsuzuki couldn't seem to help himself. Without realizing he had even moved, he was standing at the side of the bed staring into wide emerald eyes.
Hisoka threw himself at Tsuzuki, flinging his arms around the older Shinigami, burying his face in his lover's neck, still kneeling on the edge of the bed. Tsuzuki enfolded the young teen in his arms and stroked his back, trying to soothe Hisoka. He was about to gather his young partner into his arms when he felt something warm and wet flick over his neck.
Tsuzuki jerked his head back and stared into emerald eyes wide with an unknown fear, glittering with unshed tears, and darkened with passion, "'Soka? What's wrong?"
Hisoka's only answer was to crush his mouth against Tsuzuki's and to press his body against his lover's. Tsuzuki felt Hisoka's tongue against his lips, demanding entrance. He parted his lips and Hisoka's tongue plunged in, tracing the contours of his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Tsuzuki tore his mouth away from Hisoka's and tried to push the teen away from him. Hisoka was having none of that, he attached himself to Tsuzuki's extremely sensitive neck, licking, sucking, and biting. Tsuzuki moaned and tilted his head to the side, giving Hisoka better access to his neck.
The wheat-haired teen's hands fumbled at the buttons on his partner's shirt. Finally, furious at the uncooperative little circles, he yanked the sides of Tsuzuki's shirt, causing the offending buttons to shoot all over the hotel room, before completely divulging Tsuzuki of his shirt. Tsuzuki gasped at Hisoka's aggressiveness. What was going on? Why was Hisoka being so aggressive?
All thought was wiped from his mind, though, as Hisoka nipped at his collarbone and then descended lower to draw one of his nipples into his mouth. The teen flicked his tongue over the dusky bud before gently biting it and then drawing it into his mouth once more. Tsuzuki moaned, letting his head fall back, and ran his hands through Hisoka's hair.
Hisoka felt long fingers slide through his wheat colored hair to massage his skull. He let out a small moan and kissed his way over to Tsuzuki's other nipple, using his right hand to continue to play with the one he had just released. He didn't know exactly what had overcome him, he just knew he wanted to get rid of the fear, and right now Tsuzuki's building lust combined with his own was doing a good job of that. The coldness was slowly leaving him, being replaced by a fierce, heated passion for his lover.
He kissed and nipped his way back up Tsuzuki's chest and sealed their mouths together. Tsuzuki's tongue flicked over his lips, asking for permission. Hisoka didn't want to be asked right now, he wanted to be taken, he wanted Tsuzuki to grab him and force the fear and cold out with his lust. He gripped the back of Tsuzuki's head and forced his tongue into the older Shinigami's mouth, trying to tell his lover without words what he wanted.
The teen twisted his body and yanked Tsuzuki onto the bed and beneath him, their mouths still locked together. Tsuzuki's hands roamed over Hisoka's bare chest and abdomen. Hisoka's hands were doing their own traveling, one played with Tsuzuki's abused nipples, while the other went lower to cup the growing bulge in his lover's pants. Tsuzuki groaned and arched his hips into the caress, trying to increase the pressure and friction against his erection. Hisoka quickly undid the button and zipper to Tsuzuki's pants and reached his hand inside, grasping his lover in his hand.
"Nnnn, 'SOKA!" Tsuzuki threw his head back and bucked his hips. Hisoka continued to stroke Tsuzuki as he bit and sucked at the older man's neck.
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MorningStar: Okay folks, this is where it gets interesting. FF.Net says you guys don't get to read this stuff on here, so if you want to read it, go to our main Yami no Matsuei site. I think the lemon is important, but I can't leave it in here, and I refuse to cut out part of my story and leave in the other part. I will continue to post this story on FF.net, though.