Warning: fluff and possible WAFF. Yaoi.
Paring: Tsuzuki x Hijiri x Hisoka. Mainly Tsuzuki x Hisoka
Disclaimer: They're not mine, never have been, never will be.
A/N: Longer chapters ahoy… I hope. I'm very sorry about not updating sooner, but my good ol' trusty computer got sick with a virus and had to be wiped clean. Luckily this won't turn into a sob story about having lost all of the files and having to rewrite everything... I actually had time to save all of my files… it just took a while to fix the computer… and even then I'm plain lazy, so of course I wasn't going to have updated right away. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! I have the next few written already as well, so updates should (emphasis on should) be fairly close together.
An Amethyst and Two Emeralds
Chapter Four
Longing: Part One
Despite the melodrama from my partner, life, or rather death had gone on. Tsuzuki was able to pretend to be his daily, happy self; except around me. As for myself, I had to be the strong one.
We went to Hijiri's concert, as Tsuzuki had promised. The violinist had been stunning, his music flawless; the devil's perfection. However Tsuzuki refused to wait and talk to Hijiri, and instead we left a note and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Tsuzuki had been afraid of seeing the violinist; frightful of being a burden from the past when Hijiri should have been moving forwards. I thought he was full of nonsense.
It was late when I entered the office, having been in a meeting with the Chief for several long, and rather dull, hours. Immediately I felt a difference, Tsuzuki had changed since I had left, but not in any threatening way, as far as I could sense.
When I found myself upon the floor, pressed into the carpet, flattened like a leaf beneath a Webster's dictionary, I knew it was not anything to worry about. Warm lips ghosted over mine, pliantly pressing together as a tongue began to chase my own.
My arms snaked around the neck that belonged to the paper-weight above me, fingers twisted and tangled gently with the dark strands of satin hair. I let my familiar attacker languidly taste me, his tongue caressing each crevice within my mouth. I could feel his passion, it dripped into me, invading my body as his tongue invaded my mouth.
Then, in a second, I was the one on top, lightly straddling the hips of my partner. I couldn't help it, but I smiled mischievously, a private habit as of late. Confusion flickered briefly within Tsuzuki, as it took him a moment to contemplate the situation he was in. Unfortunately for him, I didn't give him the minute he needed to comprehend.
"Hello to you too," I whispered in my most seductive voice, an item even I hadn't known I possessed. Then, leaning forwards, I tilted my head and began a dominating kiss of my own, teasingly thrusting my tongue into the velvety mouth that invited it. My hands decided that they were tired of idly waiting, so the appendages began unbuttoning the un-ironed dress shirt that prevented the feel of soft skin.
I could feel as Tsuzuki breathed deeply beneath me, his hands tried desperately to divest me from my own clothing, a harder task than I had. His sensuality was overpowering me as his emotions washed over me in waves. Each moment we kissed, I felt the need for more control, to thoroughly debauch the man beneath me.
Unthinkingly I shifted my body, in order to finish removing my partner's shirt. In hindsight it was not the brightest of my impulsive decisions. Both Tsuzuki and I moaned, loudly, I sheepishly, must add.
"Ah… Hisoka... more…" His panted breathing made each word seem as if it had taken much effort to utter it.
I didn't bother to speak. Gradually, I peppered a path of light kisses to his neck, moving with tantalizing lethargy. It was different, being in control. To feel the pleasing sensations I made Tsuzuki feel, to know that I was the one who the tiny cries coming from the bruised lips below mine were for, that they were only meant for me to hear. Sweet bliss; intoxication. I shifted again, with a slight roll of my hips, this time with purposeful abandon. I wanted to hear Tsuzuki scream, for me, for only me. If this was the one chance I would have to do this, for my partner to belong solely to me, to let go of myself and be free, I was going to make delicious memories.
I could feel each erratic beat of Tsuzuki's heart beneath my own as I brought our bodies closer, trying to erase the lines that separated the two of us. We shared the heat our skin released, each enjoying the intimate warmth. I brought my lips to my partner's neck. At first only lightly brushing them against the pulsing flesh. Even before I myself had realized my intention, my teeth sank shallowly into his neck, eliciting a shocked gasp from Tsuzuki. As he himself had done to me so many times before, I marked the Shinigami, leaving a primitive sign of my dominance for the world to see.
Slowly I was becoming intoxicated with the feelings, everything was doubled, heightened. Slowly I was becoming more frenzied as the usual dominance I had come to feel from my partner now emanated from myself. Somewhere inside my self, I cursed Tsuzuki and how I easily emulated his emotions.
In the farthest, darkest, only clearly thinking corner of my mind, I felt something. An exclamation of change, warning, tried to pierce the thick fog of passion that had settled in my head. Unfortunately, the haze had grown too thick, and the weak ray of light stood no chance in bringing illumination. Lust was too powerful, overtaking reason.
When the office door opened, my wild, unthinking state dispersed like mist hit by a strong blast of sunlight, the sun being a certain man with long, golden hair. The head, along with body, of this man unwelcomely appeared, invading the intimacy of our moment on the floor.
"My, my! Hisoka… I always thought of you as more of an uke sort of guy. Wow, you really do learn something new every day, even after all these years!"
"Watari!" I knew that the heat overtaking my pale cheeks was not that of passion. The blush I was certain I was wearing did nothing to aid in trying to kill the scientist with my deathly glare, if anything it negated the cold look I was trying to maintain.
One last cheeky smile was beamed at us and then the door slammed. I could feel Watari silently giggling as he walked down the hallway.
"I'll kill that bastard-"
Tsuzuki was silent, seemingly contemplative as I became more flustered by the minute, "We can do that tomorrow."
Suddenly I found myself pinned to the carpeted floor; a position that was shamefully familiar.
To be continued.
A/N: Well, it was longer than any of the previous ones… I am trying. I hope to update again shortly!