A/N:
MorningStar: Ummm, yeah, the two things I write most about are in this
chapter, sex and violence. FF.net peeps, this chapter is VERY important so
I HIGHLY recommend going to our website to finish it. Something very
important and very crucial to the plot happens at the end, and I don't want
you guys to be lost in the next chapter. By the way . . . it had to happen.
*Runs and hides* DON'T KILL ME!!! DAMN MURAKI!!!
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Holli: Heh, heh, heh...I loves it! I loves it, I loves it! I am a wild dog! And I eat bread...and Naoe x Takaya pairing is fun. Yep. And RANDOM PUPPY!! Well, yeah. Heh.
Very good chapter, very good! The shortest so far, but you know what...damn good. Heh. I loves it! So evil :D. Woo! ****************************************************************************
Chapter Seven: Aftermath
After a few moments of strained silence, Xios spoke up, his smooth voice belying the deadly intent he held within his heart, "Perhaps we should take this confrontation to someplace more comfortable?"
Tsuzuki's eyes narrowed and his voice was dangerously low when he spoke, "Where did you have in mind?"
Xios placed one clawed hand over his chest, his face pulling into an expression of wounded pride, "My, my, such a malicious tone! I'm hurt!" The demon laughed, an evil sound that sent chills down both Shinigamis' spines, "I visited a most lovely park that rests not ten miles from here, a nice secluded little spot that rarely gets any visitors. Why don't we go there? It'd be so much more comfortable than hanging around in mid-air."
Without even waiting for an answer from either Shinigami, the demon turned around and flew off. Tsuzuki turned to Hisoka, a frown creasing his normally happy features, "Well?"
Hisoka stared after the quickly diminishing form of Xios, "The only thing he wants is you . . . all of his emotions revolve around you. I just don't know what it is he wants from you, and we he feels so triumphant already! Maybe we should wait and tell Watari what we have discovered. We don't want to fight him without knowing what he is capable of."
Tsuzuki shook his head, "No, whatever that thing wants, right now he is focused more on me than anything else. If we wait he might kill another human. It's better if we take him on now, while he has come to us."
With that the two set off after the retreating form of Xios, Hisoka and Tsuzuki both lost in their own thoughts. Tsuzuki was only thinking about how to defeat the demon and saving those poor souls who he had killed, while Hisoka was trying to figure out exactly why the demon wanted Tsuzuki and why it felt so gleeful.
It wasn't long before the two were standing in the middle of a rather quaint little park. It had sakura trees marking the perimeter all around and an unkempt flower garden that seemed to have gone wild, spreading well beyond its set boundaries. There was a small rock garden that had weeds and a tiny sapling growing in it, and the remainders of what was once a dirt path winding all around. Xios stood a few feet away from the rock garden, his wings spread to their fullest, and a smug smile adorning his effeminate face.
Hisoka stared around the park and whispered to Tsuzuki, "There are others here. I can feel them."
"Human?" Tsuzuki whispered back, keeping his eyes on the smiling demon in front of them.
Hisoka shook his head, "They're his victims. It's like an echoing of his feelings all around us."
Tsuzuki nodded and addressed the demon, "You can stop hiding them. We know they are here."
Xios laughed again, the same evil laugh as before, and tilted his head in acknowledgment, "Very well. No use in hiding what has already been found."
From behind the sakura trees all ten of the Xios's victims walked out. There were six men and four women in all, including Kakinomoto-san and Naoko. They surrounded the two Shinigami without getting too close. Their eyes were blank while identical smug smiles twisted their lips. It was a little disconcerting to both Tsuzuki and Hisoka to see these people, who moved and had the eyes of puppets, grin in such a malicious way.
Tsuzuki pulled out a fuda and held it between his fingers, trying to watch all of the people while still keeping an eye on Xios. He felt Hisoka lightly touch his arm and quietly whisper, "You take care of the demon. I'll make sure none of the victims interfere."
A silent nod was all the answer the serious teen got before the fight was underway.
Tsuzuki leapt into the air, Xios a quick wing beat behind him. They met in mid-air and Hisoka watched as Xios's wings wrapped around both of the combatants, but then he couldn't watch anymore, as the demon's victims charged at him.
A loud explosion sent the two mid-air fighters in opposite directions, courtesy of Tsuzuki's rather powerful fire fuda. Xios back-winged coming to a stop mid-air and bared his fangs gleefully at Tsuzuki, "Oh, yes, you are indeed powerful beyond my wildest dreams."
"What do you want with me? Why do you bring your victims back to life?" Tsuzuki asked, pulling out another of his seemingly endless fuda spells.
Xios's laugh peeled through the air, it was a different laugh now, a condescending one, "My, my, we've been watching too much television haven't we? Tsk, tsk, you must have a very low opinion of me indeed to think that I would be dumb enough to reveal that to you."
Tsuzuki shrugged, "Doesn't matter anyway. You're going to die today and then their souls will be free."
Xios laughed again before charging directly at Tsuzuki. The violet eyed Shinigami braced himself, preparing to counter the demon's attack with his fuda. Just before the demon got to him though, his wings folded and he dove towards the ground and, to Tsuzuki's horror, straight at Hisoka.
"'SOKA!!!" Tsuzuki yelled and moved to intercept.
Hisoka looked up at Tsuzuki's yell, trying to keep all ten of the victims from ripping him apart. He hit one of the women in the side of the head with a round-house before he noticed a pair of very sharp claws. He threw up a protective shield, sending all ten of the victims and Xios flying away from him, but not before he felt the sting as those claws raked his neck. He felt blood sliding down his neck and soaking into the collar of his shirt. Perfect, blood stains were such a bitch to wash out! The next thing he knew Tsuzuki was standing in front of him, worry dripping from him and reflecting in his amethyst eyes.
"'Soka, are you alright?" Tsuzuki's voice was strained and his hands were turning the teen every which way, trying to look at all of him at once.
Hisoka slapped Tsuzuki's hands away and answered shortly, "I'm fine. Take care of Xios."
Tsuzuki turned from his partner, violet eyes flashing purple fire as he pinned Xios with his gaze. The demon's eyes widened a little in fear, Tsuzuki wasn't fucking around anymore! His hands clapped together and he quietly chanted, "I pray to the twelve gods who protect me, come before me. Come Suzaku!"
A loud screech tore through the air as a giant fireball flew into the sky. The fireball took on the form of fiery wings and a graceful head with bright red eyes. Suzaku lifted her head and let out another ear piercing shriek. Her gaze swept the park and landed on the hovering form of Xios.
Tsuzuki glared at Xios, "Bak!"
A stream of flame erupted from Suzaku's mouth, aimed directly for the demon. Xios only had time to blink before he was engulfed in the skin- searing flames. The demon threw his head back as a gurgling high-pitched scream was ripped from his throat. It took only a few seconds before not even ashes remained of the cocky demon.
It was as if the strings of the marionettes were cut as all of the victims dropped to the ground in a boneless heap. Tsuzuki and Hisoka looked around the park, all ten of the victims were sprawled out where they had been standing, and there wasn't a sign of the demon anywhere.
Hisoka sighed heavily, panting a little from trying to fend off all ten of the victims, "It's over."
"It seemed too easy. A little anti-climatic after all we went through. You know?" Tsuzuki sighed, looking over the scene, "I guess we should go back to Meifu and file our reports."
* * *
The two Shinigami returned to Meifu and spent the rest of the day sorting through, and filing, paperwork. Tatsumi congratulated them on solving the case before too much money was spent. Watari just grinned shrugging his shoulders when they apologized for making him do all the unneeded research.
Tsuzuki collapsed face down onto the couch whenever they got back to their house. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt extremely tired, as if he had fought for more than just a few minutes. His entire body ached, and for some reason he kept on getting flashes of his fight with Saagatanasu. He wasn't sure why, the only similarity at all was the fact that Xios and Saagatanasu both wanted him for some reason. Thinking of his battle with Saagatanasu of course brought up images of Hijiri. Tsuzuki still couldn't believe how much Hijiri and Hisoka looked alike. Although, after three years, Hijiri would have gained a good foot on Tsuzuki, even so, the two would still look very similar.
Tsuzuki placed his head on his arm, hiding his eyes, and sighed heavily. He felt physically, emotionally, and mentally drained. All he wanted was too just lay back and sleep for a good week. The fight with Xios must have taken a lot more out of him than he thought.
He felt strong, slender hands running up his back, gently massaging the tension out of his muscles. He let out a low groan of contentment and sunk deeper into the couch. He felt Hisoka straddle his hips and add more pressure to his massage. The feel of Hisoka's hands on his back were soothing and Tsuzuki felt the tension slowly drain out of him, leaving him feeling like a puddle of liquid. Those talented hands slipped beneath Tsuzuki's shirt and slowly ran up the bare skin of his back, turning from powerful massage to sensual caresses.
Hisoka was trying to relax Tsuzuki; he could feel his partner's tension building since he defeated the demon. It was almost as if Tsuzuki had expended more energy than he really had. By the time they made it home, Tsuzuki was wound tighter than a yo-yo. He had seen his lover collapse on the couch and decided that the only way Tsuzuki would be rid of all the tension was to give him a massage. As soon as he felt all of the muscles in Tsuzuki's back relax, he slipped his hands beneath the white cotton shirt and began to slowly caress the sensitive skin. He really wasn't trying to get Tsuzuki aroused, just trying to relax him enough that the older man would sleep without trouble. Unfortunately, Hisoka could feel that his plan, while relaxing Tsuzuki, was also getting him very, very aroused, and Tsuzuki's feelings were slowly starting to seep into him, making his jeans a little more restricting than usual.
Tsuzuki felt Hisoka's hardening erection press against his ass and bit down a groan, he was really enjoying the massage and wanted it to continue. He allowed his mind to wander, trying not to focus on the wonderful hands and sexy teen sitting on top of him. Besides he wanted Hisoka to be in charge of making the next move. *This case took longer than I would have liked . . . at least no one else died while we were investigating . . . ooooh, that feels good . . . Hisoka knows just where to massage . . . mmmm, ah, can't think about it . . . case, I was thinking about the case . . . I wonder what the demon wanted with me? . . . Two demons wanted me, I wonder whether it was for the same reason? . . . Saagatanasu wanted me because of my powers, could that be the same reason Xios wanted me? If so, why didn't he try possessing me? . . . At least there wasn't another innocent like Hijiri or Kazusa involved, everyone was already dead . . . I still can't believe how much those two looked alike . . . If Hisoka just had black hair he would have been a dead-ringer for Hijiri . . . I wonder how Hijiri's doing now?*
The more Tsuzuki's mind revolved around Hijiri the harder he got. When he noticed this his eyes snapped open and a wave of guilt washed through him. He pushed up, signaling that he wanted to sit up. Hisoka got off of his lover and Tsuzuki made a quick retreat into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He needed a shower.
Hisoka stared after Tsuzuki, not sure what the hell had just happened. One minute he knew Tsuzuki was enjoying his ministrations, and the next his lover had been filled with guilt. What was going on? What had happened to make Tsuzuki fill so guilty? Hisoka wasn't about to just sit around and wonder, he stood up and followed, fully intending on asking Tsuzuki what the hell was up with him.
The scalding water swept over Tsuzuki's body as he braced himself against the wall with his arms, his head bent forward. He was trying to wash away the guilt and the images of Hijiri that continued to sweep through his mind. What was *wrong* with him? He *loved* Hisoka, really loved Hisoka. He couldn't imagine being with anyone else . . . ever. So, why, all of a sudden, was he thinking about Hijiri? And why were those thoughts making him hard? It didn't make any sense at all. He couldn't let Hisoka find out, the teen would be crushed, and after everything Tsuzuki had done to convince the boy that he loved him in the first place . . . Tsuzuki shook his head, no, he couldn't let Hisoka find out . . . ever.
Hisoka quietly opened the door to the bathroom, and stopped. Tsuzuki was leaning against the wall of the bathroom, looking utterly dejected and pitiful. His body was tensed and his eyes were clenched shut as if he were in pain. Hisoka felt the waves of guilt and arousal washing over him. It was a strange combination, one he hadn't felt since before they became lovers. At that time Tsuzuki had felt guilty for wanting to sleep with him before he was ready. Looking back, Hisoka had to smile and shake his head at the idiot's consideration. Although if Tsuzuki hadn't taken it so slow with him Hisoka wasn't sure what would have happened. Maybe Tsuzuki was feeling the same now because of the way Hisoka looked. The teen knew he looked as if he had been sent through the ringer a few times. His skin was paler than usual and he had deep bruises under both his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. In fact, almost everyone at work had made the comment that he looked awful and should probably get some rest. Hisoka had just shrugged off their concern, saying he was fine, but now he was feeling a little off, more tired and strained than he should. Hisoka knew that it wasn't Tsuzuki's own strain affecting him, these were his own *true* feelings.
Tsuzuki sensed that someone was watching him. He turned around to see Hisoka standing in the bathroom doorway, just looking at him, a combination of desire and fatigue swirling about his darkened emerald eyes. Tsuzuki pushed himself away from the wall and stalked toward Hisoka. He swept the teen into a fierce embrace, claiming Hisoka's lips in a brutal kiss. *This* is what he wanted; this beautiful, responsive teen that clung so desperately to him. He lashed Hisoka's lips with his tongue until they opened for him, and then he plunged inside. Tsuzuki knew he was getting Hisoka's clothes wet, but he didn't care, he needed to feel Hisoka, to reassure himself that *this* is where he belonged. He lifted the teen in his arms until Hisoka's feet weren't touching the floor and carried him into the shower, never moving his mouth form Hisoka's.
The young Shinigami had no choice but to cling to Tsuzuki as he was swept into the shower, his clothes becoming soaked after only a few seconds beneath the scalding spray. His mouth was finally released as Tsuzuki yanked his shirt off and tossed it out of the shower where it landed with a loud splat. As soon as his shirt was off Tsuzuki was once more kissing him furiously, almost desperately. Hisoka ran his hands over the hard planes of Tsuzuki's chest and back, while his mouth was completely devoured and worshipped by his older lover.
Tsuzuki drank the heated water from Hisoka's lips as if it were the sweetest of ambrosia. He needed to feel the teen beneath him, needed to taste him, in everyway possible. The need to taste and feel the body that he was so familiar with was almost driving him insane. He tore his lips away from Hisoka's and made a trail down the slender neck, sipping the water that ran in rivulets down the teen's body as he went. Somehow, drinking the water from *his* Hisoka, from the body that he had seen more times than he could count, made it taste that much sweeter. He tried to focus his mind completely on giving his young lover the greatest of pleasure; he tried not to think of the case, or Saagatanasu, or, even worse, Hijiri. ****************************************************************************
A/N: MorningStar: Again due to ff.net regulations I can't post the last part of this on here, but once more I urge you to go and read it on our website, it is important . . . VERY VERY important. And, once more I ask that you PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! DAMN MURAKI!!!
BuddhaFrog: This is the whole FUCKING REASON for this Story!!! WHOLE REASON!! HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY HOLLI!!....Yeah don't kill MorningStar. *Points .45 ACP* I will be Pissed. Read and Review! *CHEESY SMILE* LOVE AND PEACE!!!
Holli: Heh, heh, heh...I loves it! I loves it, I loves it! I am a wild dog! And I eat bread...and Naoe x Takaya pairing is fun. Yep. And RANDOM PUPPY!! Well, yeah. Heh.
Very good chapter, very good! The shortest so far, but you know what...damn good. Heh. I loves it! So evil :D. Woo! ****************************************************************************
Chapter Seven: Aftermath
After a few moments of strained silence, Xios spoke up, his smooth voice belying the deadly intent he held within his heart, "Perhaps we should take this confrontation to someplace more comfortable?"
Tsuzuki's eyes narrowed and his voice was dangerously low when he spoke, "Where did you have in mind?"
Xios placed one clawed hand over his chest, his face pulling into an expression of wounded pride, "My, my, such a malicious tone! I'm hurt!" The demon laughed, an evil sound that sent chills down both Shinigamis' spines, "I visited a most lovely park that rests not ten miles from here, a nice secluded little spot that rarely gets any visitors. Why don't we go there? It'd be so much more comfortable than hanging around in mid-air."
Without even waiting for an answer from either Shinigami, the demon turned around and flew off. Tsuzuki turned to Hisoka, a frown creasing his normally happy features, "Well?"
Hisoka stared after the quickly diminishing form of Xios, "The only thing he wants is you . . . all of his emotions revolve around you. I just don't know what it is he wants from you, and we he feels so triumphant already! Maybe we should wait and tell Watari what we have discovered. We don't want to fight him without knowing what he is capable of."
Tsuzuki shook his head, "No, whatever that thing wants, right now he is focused more on me than anything else. If we wait he might kill another human. It's better if we take him on now, while he has come to us."
With that the two set off after the retreating form of Xios, Hisoka and Tsuzuki both lost in their own thoughts. Tsuzuki was only thinking about how to defeat the demon and saving those poor souls who he had killed, while Hisoka was trying to figure out exactly why the demon wanted Tsuzuki and why it felt so gleeful.
It wasn't long before the two were standing in the middle of a rather quaint little park. It had sakura trees marking the perimeter all around and an unkempt flower garden that seemed to have gone wild, spreading well beyond its set boundaries. There was a small rock garden that had weeds and a tiny sapling growing in it, and the remainders of what was once a dirt path winding all around. Xios stood a few feet away from the rock garden, his wings spread to their fullest, and a smug smile adorning his effeminate face.
Hisoka stared around the park and whispered to Tsuzuki, "There are others here. I can feel them."
"Human?" Tsuzuki whispered back, keeping his eyes on the smiling demon in front of them.
Hisoka shook his head, "They're his victims. It's like an echoing of his feelings all around us."
Tsuzuki nodded and addressed the demon, "You can stop hiding them. We know they are here."
Xios laughed again, the same evil laugh as before, and tilted his head in acknowledgment, "Very well. No use in hiding what has already been found."
From behind the sakura trees all ten of the Xios's victims walked out. There were six men and four women in all, including Kakinomoto-san and Naoko. They surrounded the two Shinigami without getting too close. Their eyes were blank while identical smug smiles twisted their lips. It was a little disconcerting to both Tsuzuki and Hisoka to see these people, who moved and had the eyes of puppets, grin in such a malicious way.
Tsuzuki pulled out a fuda and held it between his fingers, trying to watch all of the people while still keeping an eye on Xios. He felt Hisoka lightly touch his arm and quietly whisper, "You take care of the demon. I'll make sure none of the victims interfere."
A silent nod was all the answer the serious teen got before the fight was underway.
Tsuzuki leapt into the air, Xios a quick wing beat behind him. They met in mid-air and Hisoka watched as Xios's wings wrapped around both of the combatants, but then he couldn't watch anymore, as the demon's victims charged at him.
A loud explosion sent the two mid-air fighters in opposite directions, courtesy of Tsuzuki's rather powerful fire fuda. Xios back-winged coming to a stop mid-air and bared his fangs gleefully at Tsuzuki, "Oh, yes, you are indeed powerful beyond my wildest dreams."
"What do you want with me? Why do you bring your victims back to life?" Tsuzuki asked, pulling out another of his seemingly endless fuda spells.
Xios's laugh peeled through the air, it was a different laugh now, a condescending one, "My, my, we've been watching too much television haven't we? Tsk, tsk, you must have a very low opinion of me indeed to think that I would be dumb enough to reveal that to you."
Tsuzuki shrugged, "Doesn't matter anyway. You're going to die today and then their souls will be free."
Xios laughed again before charging directly at Tsuzuki. The violet eyed Shinigami braced himself, preparing to counter the demon's attack with his fuda. Just before the demon got to him though, his wings folded and he dove towards the ground and, to Tsuzuki's horror, straight at Hisoka.
"'SOKA!!!" Tsuzuki yelled and moved to intercept.
Hisoka looked up at Tsuzuki's yell, trying to keep all ten of the victims from ripping him apart. He hit one of the women in the side of the head with a round-house before he noticed a pair of very sharp claws. He threw up a protective shield, sending all ten of the victims and Xios flying away from him, but not before he felt the sting as those claws raked his neck. He felt blood sliding down his neck and soaking into the collar of his shirt. Perfect, blood stains were such a bitch to wash out! The next thing he knew Tsuzuki was standing in front of him, worry dripping from him and reflecting in his amethyst eyes.
"'Soka, are you alright?" Tsuzuki's voice was strained and his hands were turning the teen every which way, trying to look at all of him at once.
Hisoka slapped Tsuzuki's hands away and answered shortly, "I'm fine. Take care of Xios."
Tsuzuki turned from his partner, violet eyes flashing purple fire as he pinned Xios with his gaze. The demon's eyes widened a little in fear, Tsuzuki wasn't fucking around anymore! His hands clapped together and he quietly chanted, "I pray to the twelve gods who protect me, come before me. Come Suzaku!"
A loud screech tore through the air as a giant fireball flew into the sky. The fireball took on the form of fiery wings and a graceful head with bright red eyes. Suzaku lifted her head and let out another ear piercing shriek. Her gaze swept the park and landed on the hovering form of Xios.
Tsuzuki glared at Xios, "Bak!"
A stream of flame erupted from Suzaku's mouth, aimed directly for the demon. Xios only had time to blink before he was engulfed in the skin- searing flames. The demon threw his head back as a gurgling high-pitched scream was ripped from his throat. It took only a few seconds before not even ashes remained of the cocky demon.
It was as if the strings of the marionettes were cut as all of the victims dropped to the ground in a boneless heap. Tsuzuki and Hisoka looked around the park, all ten of the victims were sprawled out where they had been standing, and there wasn't a sign of the demon anywhere.
Hisoka sighed heavily, panting a little from trying to fend off all ten of the victims, "It's over."
"It seemed too easy. A little anti-climatic after all we went through. You know?" Tsuzuki sighed, looking over the scene, "I guess we should go back to Meifu and file our reports."
* * *
The two Shinigami returned to Meifu and spent the rest of the day sorting through, and filing, paperwork. Tatsumi congratulated them on solving the case before too much money was spent. Watari just grinned shrugging his shoulders when they apologized for making him do all the unneeded research.
Tsuzuki collapsed face down onto the couch whenever they got back to their house. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt extremely tired, as if he had fought for more than just a few minutes. His entire body ached, and for some reason he kept on getting flashes of his fight with Saagatanasu. He wasn't sure why, the only similarity at all was the fact that Xios and Saagatanasu both wanted him for some reason. Thinking of his battle with Saagatanasu of course brought up images of Hijiri. Tsuzuki still couldn't believe how much Hijiri and Hisoka looked alike. Although, after three years, Hijiri would have gained a good foot on Tsuzuki, even so, the two would still look very similar.
Tsuzuki placed his head on his arm, hiding his eyes, and sighed heavily. He felt physically, emotionally, and mentally drained. All he wanted was too just lay back and sleep for a good week. The fight with Xios must have taken a lot more out of him than he thought.
He felt strong, slender hands running up his back, gently massaging the tension out of his muscles. He let out a low groan of contentment and sunk deeper into the couch. He felt Hisoka straddle his hips and add more pressure to his massage. The feel of Hisoka's hands on his back were soothing and Tsuzuki felt the tension slowly drain out of him, leaving him feeling like a puddle of liquid. Those talented hands slipped beneath Tsuzuki's shirt and slowly ran up the bare skin of his back, turning from powerful massage to sensual caresses.
Hisoka was trying to relax Tsuzuki; he could feel his partner's tension building since he defeated the demon. It was almost as if Tsuzuki had expended more energy than he really had. By the time they made it home, Tsuzuki was wound tighter than a yo-yo. He had seen his lover collapse on the couch and decided that the only way Tsuzuki would be rid of all the tension was to give him a massage. As soon as he felt all of the muscles in Tsuzuki's back relax, he slipped his hands beneath the white cotton shirt and began to slowly caress the sensitive skin. He really wasn't trying to get Tsuzuki aroused, just trying to relax him enough that the older man would sleep without trouble. Unfortunately, Hisoka could feel that his plan, while relaxing Tsuzuki, was also getting him very, very aroused, and Tsuzuki's feelings were slowly starting to seep into him, making his jeans a little more restricting than usual.
Tsuzuki felt Hisoka's hardening erection press against his ass and bit down a groan, he was really enjoying the massage and wanted it to continue. He allowed his mind to wander, trying not to focus on the wonderful hands and sexy teen sitting on top of him. Besides he wanted Hisoka to be in charge of making the next move. *This case took longer than I would have liked . . . at least no one else died while we were investigating . . . ooooh, that feels good . . . Hisoka knows just where to massage . . . mmmm, ah, can't think about it . . . case, I was thinking about the case . . . I wonder what the demon wanted with me? . . . Two demons wanted me, I wonder whether it was for the same reason? . . . Saagatanasu wanted me because of my powers, could that be the same reason Xios wanted me? If so, why didn't he try possessing me? . . . At least there wasn't another innocent like Hijiri or Kazusa involved, everyone was already dead . . . I still can't believe how much those two looked alike . . . If Hisoka just had black hair he would have been a dead-ringer for Hijiri . . . I wonder how Hijiri's doing now?*
The more Tsuzuki's mind revolved around Hijiri the harder he got. When he noticed this his eyes snapped open and a wave of guilt washed through him. He pushed up, signaling that he wanted to sit up. Hisoka got off of his lover and Tsuzuki made a quick retreat into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He needed a shower.
Hisoka stared after Tsuzuki, not sure what the hell had just happened. One minute he knew Tsuzuki was enjoying his ministrations, and the next his lover had been filled with guilt. What was going on? What had happened to make Tsuzuki fill so guilty? Hisoka wasn't about to just sit around and wonder, he stood up and followed, fully intending on asking Tsuzuki what the hell was up with him.
The scalding water swept over Tsuzuki's body as he braced himself against the wall with his arms, his head bent forward. He was trying to wash away the guilt and the images of Hijiri that continued to sweep through his mind. What was *wrong* with him? He *loved* Hisoka, really loved Hisoka. He couldn't imagine being with anyone else . . . ever. So, why, all of a sudden, was he thinking about Hijiri? And why were those thoughts making him hard? It didn't make any sense at all. He couldn't let Hisoka find out, the teen would be crushed, and after everything Tsuzuki had done to convince the boy that he loved him in the first place . . . Tsuzuki shook his head, no, he couldn't let Hisoka find out . . . ever.
Hisoka quietly opened the door to the bathroom, and stopped. Tsuzuki was leaning against the wall of the bathroom, looking utterly dejected and pitiful. His body was tensed and his eyes were clenched shut as if he were in pain. Hisoka felt the waves of guilt and arousal washing over him. It was a strange combination, one he hadn't felt since before they became lovers. At that time Tsuzuki had felt guilty for wanting to sleep with him before he was ready. Looking back, Hisoka had to smile and shake his head at the idiot's consideration. Although if Tsuzuki hadn't taken it so slow with him Hisoka wasn't sure what would have happened. Maybe Tsuzuki was feeling the same now because of the way Hisoka looked. The teen knew he looked as if he had been sent through the ringer a few times. His skin was paler than usual and he had deep bruises under both his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. In fact, almost everyone at work had made the comment that he looked awful and should probably get some rest. Hisoka had just shrugged off their concern, saying he was fine, but now he was feeling a little off, more tired and strained than he should. Hisoka knew that it wasn't Tsuzuki's own strain affecting him, these were his own *true* feelings.
Tsuzuki sensed that someone was watching him. He turned around to see Hisoka standing in the bathroom doorway, just looking at him, a combination of desire and fatigue swirling about his darkened emerald eyes. Tsuzuki pushed himself away from the wall and stalked toward Hisoka. He swept the teen into a fierce embrace, claiming Hisoka's lips in a brutal kiss. *This* is what he wanted; this beautiful, responsive teen that clung so desperately to him. He lashed Hisoka's lips with his tongue until they opened for him, and then he plunged inside. Tsuzuki knew he was getting Hisoka's clothes wet, but he didn't care, he needed to feel Hisoka, to reassure himself that *this* is where he belonged. He lifted the teen in his arms until Hisoka's feet weren't touching the floor and carried him into the shower, never moving his mouth form Hisoka's.
The young Shinigami had no choice but to cling to Tsuzuki as he was swept into the shower, his clothes becoming soaked after only a few seconds beneath the scalding spray. His mouth was finally released as Tsuzuki yanked his shirt off and tossed it out of the shower where it landed with a loud splat. As soon as his shirt was off Tsuzuki was once more kissing him furiously, almost desperately. Hisoka ran his hands over the hard planes of Tsuzuki's chest and back, while his mouth was completely devoured and worshipped by his older lover.
Tsuzuki drank the heated water from Hisoka's lips as if it were the sweetest of ambrosia. He needed to feel the teen beneath him, needed to taste him, in everyway possible. The need to taste and feel the body that he was so familiar with was almost driving him insane. He tore his lips away from Hisoka's and made a trail down the slender neck, sipping the water that ran in rivulets down the teen's body as he went. Somehow, drinking the water from *his* Hisoka, from the body that he had seen more times than he could count, made it taste that much sweeter. He tried to focus his mind completely on giving his young lover the greatest of pleasure; he tried not to think of the case, or Saagatanasu, or, even worse, Hijiri. ****************************************************************************
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