2.1.04: Ok! I only re-read this once so there is bound to be many mistakes. So be aware (as usual) and R&R

A small figure sat huddled on a stone bench located under a tree the green from its leaves tinted his world a miraculous jade color. The world further called to him in that scented breeze that was spring and it smelled twice as sweet that year and while looking across the garden at Tsuzuki approaching him the fragrance magnified.

"Ah, hey…" He greeted giving the green eyed boy a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey. Did my mom give you a hard time when you asked for me?" He asked as he noted the slight stress emanating from the man's touch.

"As always…" Tsuzuki chuckled, "But it doesn't matter much."

"What are you doing?" The man asked as he took a seat next to the boy who instantly leaned against him.

"Drawing." Hisoka said simply as he continued to drag his pencil over the paper.

"It's a person this time; you don't normally draw people."

"Yeah," he agreed with a bitter laugh, "I don't draw people for a reason though."

"How come?" The purple eyed man asked sounding almost like a child.

"Well isn't it obvious? I can't draw people just off the top of my head."

"It looks fine to me…"

"You don't get it." Hisoka sighed and pointed at his picture "You see how the eye isn't quite proportionate to the rest of the face?" Hisoka indicated on the paper.

"Hmm… Oh yeah," He said in slight realization, "But I really wouldn't have noticed if you didn't tell me."

"Yeah, but there is so much to look at if you were a real art critic, you'd be looking for every small detail and there is too much to the human body that makes it look the way it does, so if I mess up it wont look like a real person."

Tsuzuki just chuckled a bit, he was glad to see that Hisoka was passionate about something; when ever they talked about art he seemed to light up and talk for hours and even though Tsuzuki knew nothing about it he was always eager to learn so that he could carry on a conversation that the boy loved.

"Well then why don't you find a model?"

Hisoka sat for a moment and seemed to be really concentrating on the suggestion. He then made a small noise as if he were going to say something but then stopped himself.

"What?"

"Do…Do you think you could model for me?" He asked still trying to figure if it was a good idea or not.

"Uh…Me? Model?" Tsuzuki stammered in shock.

"You don't have to if you don't want too it was just a thought." He quickly backed himself up.

"Well, no, that's not it. I just never thought of myself as model material, that's all."

"So you will?"

"Sure." Tsuzuki said enthusiastically as he hugged Hisoka, who was now intent on touching up his picture, around the shoulders.

"So…I'm model material…I guess that makes me pretty sexy then." He laughed.

"You know…artists in the renaissance time used to draw people with deformities…"

Tsuzuki's face instantly went from happy to sad "Oh...so you want to draw me because I look weird?"

"Hey…something needs to humble you," Hisoka said with a laugh. Tsuzuki's jaw nearly dropped, Hisoka had made a joke, and he laughed to boot.

"You know…You should smile more…It looks cute on you."

Hisoka just stood completely dumbfounded; blush made its way onto his cheeks and forced him to look away. He cleared his throat and stood up folding his sketch book shut.

"Don't you need to get back to work?" He changed the subject.

"Yeah I guess I do…" Tsuzuki said disappointedly, "Oh! When do you want to draw me? I suppose I could drop by tomorrow during my break unless-"

"How about tonight?" The boy suggested.

"What, time?"

"How's eleven thirty sound?"

"Why so late?"

"My parents go to bed around eleven and if they're asleep then I won't have any distractions. Normally they don't like me drawing; they say it's a waste of time, so when they see me draw they get on my case."

"They get on your case? God, your parents piss me off...how come you just don't go to the library or somewhere and draw there?"

"They won't let me leave the house except for family events and the dates the set me up with."

Tsuzuki gave a frustrated grunt "Your parents are not fit to be parents! I mean seriously, that's got to be child abuse or something."

"No, it makes sense, they don't want me going crazy again and then running off when I'm their only hope for the future of the family."

The older man gave a sigh of defeat and returned to their former conversation, "Well I suppose I can meet you at eleven thirty . But your parents are going to flip a shit if they see me here so late."

"Don't worry. My parents don't get up once they're asleep. So just come by and I'll draw you for a little while and then you can leave."

"Uh…ok, I guess." Tsuzuki said uncertainly, "Well I have to go back now. I'll see you then." He grazed his fingers softly over Hisoka's neck as he gave him another chaste kiss, this time on the lips. He pulled back to hear the boy whisper "Ok, bye…" as he moved to hide his rose colored cheeks.

"Bye-bye..." He smiled and turned to go on his way.

Hisoka lay on his back reading his book when a tap came at his window causing him to jump and toss his book to the ground. He walked to the window to see Tsuzuki with a hand full of pebbles; he obviously thought he would miss the first time.

The boy opened the window and stared down from the second story at the man, "Why do you resort to throwing rocks?"

"I didn't want to wake anyone up and get in trouble!" Tsuzuki shouted a whisper.

"Well you know you're gonna' make more noise if you accidentally hit someone else's window like say…oh…my parents'!"

Tsuzuki looked down and secretly thanked god that he didn't hit the wrong window considering he really didn't think about where he was throwing.

"We'll are you going to go around so I can let you in?"

"Aw," He said with a mock face of sadness "Don't you want me to climb up and get to you that way? It's so much more romantic."

"Oh shut up and go around," Hisoka said as he left his spot at the window he heard Tsuzuki call back "I know a little Shakespeare!" as he left his room.

Despite his smooth composure Hisoka wanted to run through his house, open the door and fling himself at his lover but he kept his desire at bay as he opened the door revealing his companion. Tsuzuki was about to say hello but was cut off by the boy's index finger pressing against his lips he then took his hand and led him up to his room silently, being sure not to make a single sound.

He closed the door behind them; Tsuzuki would have flopped down on the boy's bed if he hadn't been preoccupied with the stunning new painting on his desk. In his picture a completely violet woman with long detailed feathers mixed into her hair climbed from a cage made of stone. Hisoka walked by him and looked down at the painting. "Oh, this…" He said a little embarrassed, "I did this not too long ago…I used your watercolors... For the longest time I didn't know what to use them on, I felt like I needed to use them for something really great. I actually feel very satisfied with how it's been going…"

"It's not finished?" Tsuzuki asked curiously looking at him.

"No, not yet; but it will be soon…"

"Well I'd really like to see it when it's done." He said with a warm smile

"Ok, you'll be the first one to see it then."

"I hope that's a promise." The purple eyed man said as he sat down on the bed.

"I promise." Hisoka said as he picked up his sketch pad and sat down across from him.

"So what do you want me to do?" He asked referring to their planned modeling session.

Hisoka sat for moment thinking; there were so many features about the man that intrigued him, things that set his heart racing. He wanted to capture all of it and he had an idea how to do it when they were sitting in the garden, however he had no idea how to come to ask Tsuzuki of such a thing. Well, he was just going to have to jump in head first.

"Take off your clothes." He said as firmly as he could.

Tsuzuki remained still on the bed his eyes wide and his face very, very, red. "M-my clothes?"

"Yes, I want to draw you." He said as if it was nothing at all.

"B-But…with out my clothes?"

"If it's ok with you, I'd like to draw all of you."

"I'm ok with you drawing me but…" His face got a little more red, "But you'll see me…"

Hisoka couldn't help but laugh at how cute it was to see Tsuzuki in such a flustered state, "It's ok, you can cover yourself up with a sheet. I just want the essentials."

Tsuzuki sighed and began to undress muttering something along the lines off "I'm crazy."

Hisoka sat and watched the purple eyed man's shirt slide from his shoulders the small movement alone sent the boy in a hormonal daze, "Next are the pants…" The green-eyed boy thought as he tentatively watched, but before his belt was undone Tsuzuki stopped and gave a small glance over his shoulder.

"You're watching!" He whined.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Hisoka turned around quickly trying to make himself feel less like a pervert.

Some rustles of clothing were heard and with every noise there was an illustration in his head of soft fabric sliding off the man's warm flawless skin.

"Um…Can I use the sheets on your bed?" A small voice came from behind him.

"Sure." The boy breathed out.

Tsuzuki gingerly crawled into the bed, he wanted to make sure he didn't trip or fall on his way over considering it's humanly impossible to make it look good when you're naked. He slid under the sheets and loosely draped it a little below his hips; he figured if he was going to model he might as well make it look artsy.

"Ok…you can look," He said unable to loose the nervousness that was evident in his voice. Seeing Hisoka turn around and place his eyes directly on him made him feel like the sun was standing only four feet away.

"Is this ok?" He asked Hisoka just nodded mindlessly his eyes told him that the boy wasn't really thinking about the question. He grabbed a chair and his sketch pad and sat across from the man lying, quite attractively, in his bed.

"Ah, ok." Hisoka said clearing his throat, "Just…stay in that position."

His eyes started with Tsuzuki's face, his eyes were closed and his hair swept over his them in a disordered fashion. He then sketched down lower to his chest which was all too well proportioned, as was the rest of his body. Everything was perfect, the boy noticed; his body was not exactly muscular but not exactly bone skinny, he was just right. Not a hair on Tsuzuki's body was out of place; he was confused as to why the man would be so ashamed of such beauty when he could have easily been a nudist and have no one object.

Tsuzuki was cold he had to admit, but there was something about being drawn by Hisoka that gave him a warm feeling in his chest, the fact that those lovely green orbs were focused on him and him alone was enticing enough to have him volunteer to be drawn in sub-zero temperatures. It was selfish but as long as the boy was staring at him he could forget life and lay there for hours.

Suddenly a creak was heard and Hisoka bolted from his seat, he quickly turned the light on the night stand off and jumped into bed on top of Tsuzuki; covering them both up with the comforter.

"Hide!" Hisoka demanded as he pushed the man's head down so he couldn't be seen. The boy mussed his hair up on the pillow and flopped his limbs around his head haphazardly as the door slowly creaked open.

"Hisoka?" Hisoka's mother called quietly.

Hisoka faked some sleepy moans from his bed in response.

"I heard noises earlier I thought it was coming from here. I must be hearing things." She said as she closed the door.

"…She's gone…" The boy whispered under the covers, Tsuzuki then popped his head out from the comforter.

"I thought you said that she would be asleep…" The man said a little irritated by the sudden shock.

"She must have stayed up." The boy said with a shrug.

"What if she comes back?"

"I don't think she will. She's convinced I'm asleep." He reassured him patting his arm. It was then that Tsuzuki realized he was completely bare and in bed with Hisoka. His face turned bright red and he moved away from the boy, his back to the window.

"What are you nervous for?" The blonde inquired.

"Gee, I don't know…It could be because I'm in bed with you…or it could be because I'm in a bed with you and I'm bare ass naked." He said with a nervous laugh.

Hisoka closed the space between them, "But from what I see…you have nothing to be ashamed of…" He said.

Tsuzuki could feel warm breath against his face all he could do was swallow hard and keep his eyes from fluttering shut.

"You're beautiful." The blonde said as he kissed him; his lips ran softly down the older man's cheeks kissing everywhere but his mouth. Tsuzuki had had enough of the teasing and made up for where Hisoka was avoiding, his tongue roaming around in that warm cave occasionally meeting its occupant. A soft hand lightly slid up and down his bare side causing him to shiver and pull away for air. His partner rolled him over onto his back and sat on top of him he licked and sucked on a spot under his jaw causing a moan to escape his lips.

"Ah, Hisoka?" He asked causing the boy to sit up.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked, his voice a little disappointed, he hoped that he hadn't upset him.

Tsuzuki noticed the concern in the boy and gave him a reassuring smile, "If you're going to do that could you do it a little lower so I can hide the mark for work."

"Sure." He said as a wave of relief washed over him.

"Oh, and I have to give you one too." The purple eyed man added as he playfully switched spots with the boy. He nipped at the smooth skin of Hisoka's neck leaving a red oval on his neck, he pulled away looking at the boy, he was concentrating too hard on the kiss mark to notice that the boy had closed his eyes and thrown his head back. His eye lids lifted half way to stare lustfully at his partner, who was now staring down at Hisoka's hands lifting up his shirt revealing a skinny and pale chest.

"I know my body isn't as lovely as yours…but…" The blonde said silently.

"That's not true at all…" Tsuzuki said as he tenderly slid a hand through the boy's messy hair kissing his pink lips lightly. "I love you." He murmured as he nuzzled his forehead into the crook of the boy's neck, all emotion seeping from his skin into his lover's.

"I know…I love you too…" Hisoka said as a tear glided silently down his cheek. The emotion was so strong it swam around in his veins like warm water; he wrapped his arms around the man hoping to drench himself in the feeling.

"Um…" Hisoka started, still unsure if what he was asking was the right thing, he found that he was unsure about everything lately and he was positive it was because of his purple eyed obsession.

"What?"

"Can you-we…go farther?

Tsuzuki blushed at the notion and closed his eyes, sure they were pretty much on their way to sex but he never really thought about it.

"I'm not sure...I'm not really skilled at that form of…love. So all I know is that one of us has to get hurt." He said his eyes still closed, "I couldn't bear to hurt Hisoka…I don't exactly relish the thought of getting hurt myself but maybe this is the punishment for falling for a male…"

"There are other ways…" Hisoka said, "Why don't we just do what comes naturally…?" He asked slowly as if preparing to be smacked.

Tsuzuki kissed Hisoka once more and whispered ever so gently in his ear, "You lead."

T.B.C…

Sorry folks, due to the restrictions of FF.net I'm not allowed to write lemons so HAH. (tee-hee I get out of writing a raunchy sexy scene. It would have been interesting though.) I know this chapter seemed kinda pointless but I plan to have MUCH more.