Spoilt Dreams

#1 – Feed Me.

Hisoka kept worrying over recent events. To improve their relationship, and his empathy skills (or rather, his tolerance of), he and Tsuzuki had been asked to share a room in one of the ministry's own dorms. This was unusual, and even more so because they had to share a bed. It was a queen-size bed, so in theory they could keep space between them if they wanted, however Hisoka had the feeling there really wasn't much space left with Tsuzuki in the bed with him. Tsuzuki rolled around often, and at times Hisoka woke to find Tsuzuki's arms around him. He had to pry them off and hand over a substitute. A cuddly toy Tsuzuki said he could not sleep without, unless on Earth. Hisoka didn't see what good it was: it was small and scruffy; looked somewhat like a black cat with a maniacal grin; was missing an ear where cotton stuffing hung out of a hole in its head; and had all sorts of patches sewn onto its body here and there. Tsuzuki was a pain to sleep with.

This however wasn't what was troubling Hisoka at that moment. He and Tsuzuki were in a café, and as per usual Tsuzuki was eating his way through an entire menu of desserts. He had started with each type of pie, moved onto cakes and waffles, and was currently having seconds of each. The plates piled up and Hisoka gave him a look of utter disgust. Tsuzuki didn't seem to notice though; he was in a deep ecstasy of sweetness, his lips forming a milky smile. His rich amethyst eyes looked tired, but in a gentle, drowsy way. He held the fork to his mouth and slowly engulfed the piece of chocolate fudge cake on the end of it. He slipped the fork out of his mouth, leaving it with a trail of saliva.

Hisoka tried looking away at the floor. He really couldn't stand this. It made him feel sick to think of the bloated-ness Tsuzuki must of felt, he dreaded ever picking up such a feeling from the glutton. Looking away made him notice something though: Tsuzuki's stomach pressing up against the table. But how could he see it from across the table? Wait. No. He was sitting at Tsuzuki's side now, and he could feel his cheeks burning up in a blush. He held out the fork with a piece of toffee sauce covered waffle on it to Tsuzuki's lips.

'What am I doing!' Hisoka thought to himself, but his body moved on its own. He was sitting on Tsuzuki's lap, feeding him sweets, cakes, waffles, pie… 'This can't be real. STOP IT.'

It wasn't and it did. Hisoka gasped and opened his eyes to see the ceiling of their new dorm room. His left leg had strayed in between Tsuzuki's somehow and looking to his left he could see Tsuzuki smiling in his sleep while drooling onto his pillow out of the corner of his mouth, his right hand resting on his stomach. Hisoka realised what must have happened. He had entered one of Tsuzuki's dreams. This time he didn't feel like he could hold it in. He fought the duvet aside, jumped up and rushed into the bathroom where he waited, kneeling before the toilet, expecting to throw up. After a while of panting and expectancy, he decided that he felt a bit better, and it was probably just passing queasiness.

Tsuzuki was a pain to sleep with.

Author's Notes

A four chapter, one shot based on some random ideas. o-0 Particularly fanservicey and suggesting the almost-canon pairing (note that I've only seen the Anime and read one volume of the Manga) of Hisoka and Tsuzuki.

I find it very hard to write Hisoka IC, I'd really appreciate some opinions on that. :0

The cuddly toy mentioned in this chapter is Skogkatt, a demonic cat-like thing that I keep slipping into things… And leaving messages like 'SKOGKATT IS COMING' on school computer screens before leaving the room. o.o I'm sure SOMEONE has been freaked out by that. May be some day I'll write a one chapter story of how Tsuzuki got Mr Skogkatt. :3

This chapter really made me realise how painful it must be for Hisoka to be around Tsuzuki, I mean, what with how people describe Tsuzuki's hunger all the time in fanfiction, but never explore what Hisoka picks up about it (at least, I haven't found one that has yet). I'd hate to be so confused by other people's feelings.