Watari and Tatsumi were sitting awfully close, their lips joined together passionately. Hisoka stood next to him, but seemed far less surprised by the events in front of him, or at least if he was he didn't show it. The couple broke apart and both appeared to blush at the same time. Tatsumi attempted to recover his dignity by coughing and standing up to his full height, and tried to intimidate the two shinigamis by the door. The effect was completely ruined, however, by the clear view of a love bite on his neck.

"And…?" Tatsumi continued, eager not to discuss his and Watari's relationship right then.

"Nothing. Well, not yet anyway. Sorry Watari, but we'll keep looking", Hisoka stepped in for Tsuzuki, who was still gaping like a fish. Tatsumi closed his eyes and felt the pain he knew his lover was feeling too. He glanced over at the scientist, whose head was bowed slightly, his shoulders sagging.

"Thanks anyway, Tsuzuki, bon. Just don't take too long about it, will you?" Watari managed to say with a slight smile in the general direction of the men.

"Sure thing. See you later", Hisoka dragged a still gaping Tsuzuki out of the room and down the hall. "Come on, let's go clear up the lab or something, make ourselves useful." Tsuzuki's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Oooh! 'Soka-chan, can we get some pastries sent up?" Hisoka sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Baka."

"Are you ok?" Tatsumi asked Watari, creeping closer with concern laced in his voice. Watari raised his head and nodded. "Look, I'm going to help with the lab cleanup, why don't you go home and sleep for a bit. I'll call round later, I promise."

"I guess you're right. But…how do I get home?" Watari asked, embarrassed at his somewhat helpless state. Tatsumi rolled his eyes in response, gently picking up Watari from the floor in his arms once more.

"You see, the thing about us Guardians of Death, is that we can actually teleport", Tatsumi said with a light chuckle. Watari flushed pink from both his own forgetfulness, and the closeness to Tatsumi again. In a matter of seconds, the couple found themselves inside the living room of Watari's apartment. Tatsumi carried the scientist through to his bedroom and placed him carefully on his bed. The next few minutes were spent rummaging around the kitchen to find a glass of water and some food to place on Watari's bedside table before he left.

"Sleep, 'Tari", Tatsumi said quietly, pulling the covers over the blond man.

"Only if you kiss me goodnight", he replied, a grin on his lips. Tatsumi needed no further instruction, as he leant down and closed the gap.

Several hours, and hundreds of dollars later, Tatsumi found himself once more in Watari's bedroom, watching the blond angel smile in his sleep. His hair resembled a halo around his head, illuminating his beauty. Why did he hold back for so long? He had missed out on years with this man, and was going to make it up with interest, he thought, removing his glasses and placing them on the table. Although some of the damage to the lab was permanent, some items could be saved, but it would take time (and way too much money than Tatsumi was prepared to think about). Watari would have his lab back – for a limited amount of time a day, of course. Tatsumi shrugged off his suit jacket and sat beside his love on the large bed. His hand lightly brushed away stray golden hairs, and he longed for time to stand still, and the moment to last forever. However, the scientist's senses were finely attuned to Tatsumi's presence, and he stirred from his sleep. Feeling the soft hands on his face not pull away, he smiled.

"Missed me?" He said, leaning into the hand.

"Of course", Tatsumi replied, kissing Watari's jaw line.

"I believe you said we could…continue this later, ne?" The blond questioned, an innocent look on his face. Tatsumi answered with a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing. Tatsumi tasted of coffee, and a hint of sugar.

"Hmmm, I see someone gave in to Tsusuki's offer of pastries, eh?", Watari managed to say, trying to catch his breath.

"Maybe", the secretary teased, "but I managed to scrounge one for you, too. If you don't want it…then…"

"Ooh, I want it, alright", Watari replied quickly, aware of the double meaning in his words. He sat up slightly against his pillows, and reached out his hand.

"Oh, I don't think so", Tatsumi said as he pushed the blonde's hand back down to the covers. "Let me."

Soon enough, Watari felt the pastry brush up against his lips, and his cheeks coloured in embarrassment and realisation – Tatsumi was feeding him! A thought popped into his head, and he grinned mentally in anticipation. Slowly, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the underside of the pastry, licking off the sugar. Tatsumi swallowed hard. He watched as the man in front of him seductively licked his lips, and flicked his tongue out in search of more. Watari leant forward just enough to bite off a piece of heaven, and savour it with his eyes closed. He leant his head back slightly, and released a small moan. It was obvious what effect this was having on Tatsumi, as he felt his body react accordingly. He cursed the pastry silently, being so close to his lover's lips, and to be receiving such attention. Slowly, Watari ate the Danish, enjoying both the pastry itself, and the reaction he knew he would be able to see on Tatsumi's face if it weren't for the accident. There were positives after all, he thought, of being temporarily blind, as he sucked off the remaining sugar from Tatsumi's fingers, inciting a moan from his lips. The secretary couldn't stand any more teasing, and his suit trousers were now clearly showing his reaction to Watari's…ministrations.

"Do you even know how beautiful you are?" Tatsumi whispered, a thumb lightly running down the pale man's face. The blond shook his head slightly.

"Show me".

Next chapter gets hot and steamy, so be warned!