Summary: Five mysterious deaths, all taking place at the same casino in Oita, and their souls are nowhere to be found. Tsuzuki and Hisoka are rushed in to investigate before finding out who the new owner of the casino is… MurTsu YAOI. Explicit Content.
Rated X. Period.
Disclaimer: I have no rights to say that any character used in this story is mine.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit content. If offended by male on male or sex scenes, then do not read on. You've been warned.
Submission
.:FOUR:.
"Jeez," Hisoka sighed as he walked at Tsuzuki's side down the hallway, "not even two days back, and he already has another assignment. Is it getting to be the busy time of year or something?"
Tsuzuki smiled. He was glad they were speaking normally to each other again, and guessed that Hisoka had forgiven him. "Yeah, I guess so. Whenever schools're about to let out- I know it's not for another few months," he added, noticing Hisoka glance at him, "-but kids get depressed and such, and end up on the kiseki. It's pretty sad, actually..."
They walked into Chief Konoe's office once again. Nothing had changed since they last came to receive a case, not even his stern expression.
"I hate to send you two off as soon as you got back, but this one has to be done pronto."
"What is it this time?" Tsuzuki asked.
Konoe pulled a photo off his desk and turned it to show them. He revealed a very pretty girl standing at an angle in her school uniform with fair, pale skin, light brown curly hair that went to the middle of her back. She was looking at something not seen with vibrant emerald eyes like Hisoka's. She wasn't smiling.
"Kumiko Ishigawa, 16, Nagasaki. She's not on the kiseki," said the chief, earning two very surprised faces. "She's been possessed by a lesser demon for some reason, and we really don't want to know why. It shouldn't be too hard to get rid of him- at least that's what Watari tells me- so I trust you two can do it." He held out to them a folded map. "The school she goes to is marked on this," he said as Hisoka took it. "I would send Gushoshin with you, but both of them are up to their necks with work." A smile found its way to his lips. "And you know how much I like castella cake..."
Tsuzuki and Hisoka bowed. "We'll be sure to get you some, sir," said the brunette.
ixi
Both of them stood by a tree across the street from the main entrance of the high school marked on the map that was given to them. The sky was a brilliant orange, the sun setting behind the large building in front of them.
"Are you sure we're not late?" Hisoka asked, sounding thoroughly annoyed with the older man.
Tsuzuki checked his watch. "No, we still have a few minutes. Besides, it would've been your fault if we were late, since you're the one that read the map wrong."
Hisoka rolled his eyes as his cheeks turned slightly pink. "Whatever." He looked the school over again. "I heard it's really hard to get into this school, have to be really smart and all that..."
"That just means that we need to make this mission a success. Seems like she planed to have a real future..." Tsuzuki said thoughtfully right before the dismissal bell rang.
Hundreds of teenagers came out of the doors a few seconds later, meeting up with friends with smiles on their faces and bags over their shoulders to go home.
Tsuzuki turned to the teen beside him. "Will you be able to pick her out?" he asked lightly, knowing the poor kid was picking up every single emotion that came out of that school.
"Yeah..." he strained to say, sounding like he had a migraine.
The older shinigami went back to studying the building, feeling a little sorry for Hisoka and didn't want to wait anymore.
"She just came out," Hisoka said urgently once most of the teens had cleared the premises. "She's hollow, more empty, and it's dark and evil... Really cold..." he described as best as he could. "Come on." He got up from leaning on the tree to follow her.
"Easy to pick out, huh?" Tsuzuki said optimistically as he caught up and went left.
Hisoka's eyes seemed to be glued onto the girl. "Yeah."
They came onto the same sidewalk she was on, keeping quite a distance away from her. Their feet made no sound as they went- they had shifted their energy so that none was in their feet. The street started to go downhill, and they could see a bridge that went over the street once it leveled out at the bottom. Both were deserted.
Tsuzuki grabbed his partner's wrist. Under the bridge. Hisoka nodded to show that he'd heard and seen Tsuzuki thought.
This is too easy... Hisoka said in his mind, making Tsuzuki smirk before jumping into the air and becoming invisible.
Tsuzuki's pace quickened. The plan was being perfected in his head: they were to trap her under the bridge, throw a fuda on her to bring the demon out (the fuda he was to use in his hand already, ready to go), and then Hisoka would take Kumiko away so he could take care of the demon before any real damage was done. Yes, it seemed easy and flawless enough...
About a short minute later, Kumiko started to pass under the bridge. As soon as she was covered by the shadow, Hisoka seemed to appear out of nowhere at the other side of the shadow the bridge cast. "Stop right there," he said, smirking at how official he sounded.
"Shinigami, I presume?" said Kumiko in a voice that was clearly not her own; it was deep and husky. Her green eyes began to glow red.
Tsuzuki came up behind her. "That's right," he answered. "And you either leave that girl's body yourself, or I force you out."
She turned enough to be able to watch both of them. "Try all you like, shinigami. Your weak fuda'll never work on me."
Hisoka's eyes reflected Tsuzuki pulling a fuda from the right pocket of his black trench coat, and he took a few steps backward. "We'll see..." said Tsuzuki, holding up the paper to let the girl see it. He threw it to her face, yelling "Malevolence obliteration!" before it stuck to her forehead.
Kumiko screamed, falling to her knees as she tried to pull and scratch at the fuda. After a few seconds of agony, the demon jumped out of her mouth to let her fall, the fuda instantly detaching. Once the demon stood fully, he only came up to Tsuzuki's waist, had orange tinted skin, blood red eyes, and two tiny ivory horns on his forehead. He shook his head to clear it before turning to Tsuzuki to darkly glare at him. "All right, so you got lucky," he said in the same voice Kumiko had just had, "but you'll pay dearly for that."
"Take Kumiko and get outta here!" Tsuzuki yelled as the demon charged at him. He jumped out of the way, watching from the corner of his eye as Hisoka rushed over to Kumiko and easily picked her up to rush right back out from under the bridge. "All right, let's play." He threw another fuda, which he'd been hanging onto in his pocket, and was surprised to see it burst into a ball of fire as soon as it hit his back.
The demon chuckled as he turned back around. "Heh heh... I told you fuda wouldn't work, shinigami. You should listen to me more." He snapped his fingers, and an arrow made entirely of fire came from thin air and shot at Tsuzuki's left arm before he could move a single inch, ripping the sleeves of his coat, jacket, and shirt and left a shallow cut that immediately started bleeding.
Tsuzuki stared sternly at the demon. "Okay, Plan B." He put his hands together and intertwined his fingers. "I humbly call upon the twelve gods who protect me-"
Crimson eyes widened. "No... I won't let you!"
Tsuzuki's eyes were closed, unable to see the demon charge at him. "-Blade of air, steel of sky, fangs of-!" He was forced to stop his summon and open his eyes in surprise as he was propelled across the street and shoved up against the wall there. The demon had him lifted a few inches off the ground, his arms extended to be able to do this, and was pushing this arm as hard as he could against the shinigami's neck.
He evilly laughed as Tsuzuki reached up to try and pry the arm off to stop choking for air. "That's it. DIE, shinigami, learn your lesson and DIE..."
The brunette looked around desperately, hoping Hisoka would come back and save the day. But he was nowhere in sight. The arm on his neck pushed harder, feeling like his windpipe was about to collapse. He could barely even gasp to breathe...
"Attack! Ooryuu dragon!"
The arm at Tsuzuki's neck left, the body it was attached to being knocked off his feet several feet away. He fell to his knees as he rubbed at his neck, coughing and gulping in air to refill his lungs and body. He knew whose voice he'd heard, knew who had sovereignty over that dragon, without thinking and before he came over and knelt down beside him.
"Are you all right?" Muraki asked.
Tsuzuki looked up and watched the dragon eat the demon. "Yeah..."
The doctor smiled. "Good thing I was here, then..."
He turned his head to look at him. "What're you doing here? I could've handled it myself."
"Tsuzuki!"
Hisoka came running toward them, his expression turning cold when his eyes landed on Muraki. Muraki helped Tsuzuki to his feet; the older shinigami looked to the doctor for an answer, only to receive a mysterious smile.
"What's he doing here?" Hisoka asked, his voice icy as he approached them.
"He... He helped me out," Tsuzuki said quietly, looking at the ground. "Where's Kumiko?"
Hisoka took to ignoring the doctor at their sides. "I modified her memory and sent her home. We can go back to purgatory to see if Konoe has anything else for us."
Tsuzuki knew what Hisoka had meant by saying this. They both knew the chief didn't have anything else for them- the teen just wanted to get away from Muraki. "Yeah, all right. We still need to get some castella cake, though..."
Muraki grabbed his wrist to get his attention. "I need to talk to you," he said sternly, like he wouldn't take no for an answer.
He glanced at Hisoka, who looked like he was about to say no for him. "It's all right, Hisoka. You go on ahead. I'll catch up to you, since I kow it won't take long." He shot a glare at Muraki. "Right?"
Muraki's smile never faded. "Yes, of course." His eyes met with Hisoka's. "Don't worry, I promise not to lay a finger on him. It's just a simple chat, is all."
Hisoka turned, hesitant to leave. "... All right. Don't be long." He walked away once thrusting his fists into the pockets of his jean jacket.
Muraki, who was still hanging onto Tsuzuki's wrist, tugged on him to pull him away. "Come with me," he said softly. He let go once Tsuzuki began to follow.
The wall that Tsuzuki had been trapped against only moment ago only went halfway across the width of the street above. The sidewalk branched off where the wall ended, still going under the bridge. Tsuzuki guess that was where Muraki had come from as he was taken there. They turned the corner and went a few feet away from the street to make sure they were hidden from sight.
"What are you doing here?" Tsuzuki asked again once they stopped.
Muraki pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Is it a sin to want to see you again?" He got silence, Tsuzuki's stare going down to their feet. "Besides, why should you complain? If I hadn't come, by the time your partner would've come, he would've found you dead." He hooked a finger under the brunette's chin to make him look up. "And you know I can't allow that..." His stare and voice turned seductive, eyes half lidded. "Not before I get what I want..."
Tsuzuki sighed. "Will you ever give up?"
The physician chuckled. "No... I won't. You know that." He pushed on Tsuzuki's right shoulder to make him turn and back up against the concrete wall. "Not after you vaguely hinted at the end of our date that you want me..."
He turned his head so Muraki couldn't have a clear shot at his lips. "No, I didn't..." he said quietly, looking to the deserted street.
"But you did..." Muraki whispered as he leaned in closer. "You desire to be with me, I know you do. Just as much as I want you..." He put his arms around Tsuzuki's slender waist as his head leaned down to kiss his neck.
Tsuzuki unconsciously tilted his head. "Yeah, so...?" he whispered. He placed his palms flat against the cool concrete he was trapped against to keep from putting his arms around the blonde. "And I think I told you before, I refuse to give in to that desire."
Muraki stopped, head coming up to stare down at the shinigami. "And I will never understand why..."
They got stuck there. Both lust filled gazes connected and were unable to look away. Tsuzuki tried with all his might to look away, to blink his true desire out of his eyes, but Muraki's eyes were just so hypnotizing...
The blonde dipped down and slid Tsuzuki's upper lip into his mouth to let it slowly slide right back out. Getting no sign of protest or reaction, he went in again and wormed his tongue into his mouth. The reaction he earned was a whimper and the shinigami's body tensing up as he tasted every crevice in Tsuzuki's cooperating mouth.
Tsuzuki pressed his hands harder against the concrete, his eyes fluttering closed as Muraki hugged him tighter. One part of his mind was blatantly screaming for him to get Muraki off, he's the enemy, Hisoka'll hate him, Hisoka gave the utmost hint that he had feelings for him, this was wrong... But then another part of him was melting under Muraki's kiss and touch and wanted nothing more than for Muraki to take it further. He barely heard Muraki moan as he pushed himself closer to deepen the kiss, Tsuzuki kissing right back.
After a few seconds more of pure bliss, the blonde pulled back to let them both lightly pant and catch their breaths. They stared at each other intently until Muraki smirked.
"Invigorating..." he whispered as he bent down to continue kissing.
Tsuzuki finally pulled his senses together and pried his hands off the wall to push Muraki off. "Enough," he managed to say with a weak voice. Once Muraki's hold on his lightened, he pushed himself away and left the stunned doctor behind as he turned the corner and hurried away.
ixi
"You took a while," Hisoka commented once Tsuzuki had returned to purgatory and entered the break room. "I've already got the chief's cake, delivered it, then give a debriefing. What the hell took you so long?"
Tsuzuki hung his trench coat on the coat rack. "Nothing's ever short with Muraki..." he sighed.
Hisoka's eyes followed him as he plopped down in the chair beside him. "Still harassing you?"
The older shinigami laid his head in his arms on the table. "You could say that..." He buried his face further into his arms.
He gave an annoyed sigh as he leaned back in his chair. "You need to tell him to give up. Maybe he'll get the hint."
"How many times do you think I've tried that, Hisoka? It obviously doesn't work."
Hisoka looked down at him and noticed the rosy tinge now on his cheeks. "You're blushing, Tsuzuki..." he said quietly.
Amethyst eyes opened in surprise, sitting up again to rub at his cheeks. Not knowing what to say, he looked away as his blushing seemed to darken.
Hisoka's eyes darkened along with Tsuzuki's cheeks. "You're being stupid, Tsuzuki. You're fueling him by giving in. I thought I told you to push him away when he advanced on you," he said just above a whisper.
Tsuzuki detected the disappointment in the teen's voice and looked at him.
"Are you... doing it so that he'll leave you alone? Because he won't- he'll just come back for more when he gets bored. And stop looking at me like that," he said angrily, getting up to pace around so he wouldn't have to endure Tsuzuki's sad stare.
The brunette turned in his seat to watch him pace. "I know that."
"So... why?"
Tsuzuki took to staring at the floor. The fresh memory of Muraki's mind-blowing kiss floated to the surface, questioning himself as to why he gave in like he had. Was it really the hope that he'd leave him alone? Or was it truly lust, or even curiosity?
"... I don't know."
Hisoka stopped pacing to glare at the shinigami. "If it's because of lust, or even curiosity..." He looked down and paced more slowly. "... It doesn't have to be him," he said quietly, "He's our enemy, Tsuzuki..." He almost sounded like he was pleading.
"Are you that jealous of him, Hisoka?" he blurted out. The teen stopped dead in his tracks to stare at Tsuzuki as he continued. "Do you wish that much that I felt this way for you instead of him? Yes, I guess it is a little of everything you've said- lust, curiosity, and hoping that he'll leave me alone. But it wouldn't be the same if it wasn't him." Hisoka's mouth opened to talk, but was cut off. "I know he'll be back, but... I'm choosing to overlook that." He got up and stood in front of the shorter blonde, towering over him to make him look up. "I know you hate him," he said quietly. "I know how much you hate him. If he didn't keep 'harassing' me, as you call it, I probably wouldn't feel this way for him. These feeling might've been directed towards you, like you wanted. But it didn't end up like that."
"But I'm right in front of you!"
"You're my partner, Hisoka. That's the only thing that holds me back. I won't ruin it."
Hisoka stared up at him, trying to understand by looking into Tsuzuki's eyes. "I... I don't..."
Tsuzuki put his hand on Hisoka's shoulder as he went to walk past. "I'm sorry, Hisoka," he whispered before going to leave.
"He kissed you, didn't he?" the teen asked once their backs were toward each other. "And now you're going to go find him to...?" He didn't finish his sentence, not liking even the thought of it, before turning around. "... I'm right, aren't I?"
"... Yeah." He walked out of the room to leave purgatory once again.
.:FIVE:.
Tsuzuki sighed deeply, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palms as he stared around. Being a Tuesday, it was an excruciating slow and boring night at the Lucky Night casino. He had resumed work at his poker table the night before with the slight hope that a certain doctor would make one last visit. He hadn't a single clue as to where else to find him...
He brought his right wrist up to eye level to inspect his watch, and then gave an agitated sigh. "Half hour left... and they won't let me leave early..."
Now I wish Hisoka was talking to me again...
He fixed his crooked bow tie and straightened his vest. "Oh well... Can't have everything."
It seemed to be the slowest half hour of the shinigami's life (after-life, whatever.). With playing and winning only one game, feeling like he was being watched the entire time, he was more than happy to see people start leaving at closing.
"Good bye, folks! Ta-ta! Have a nice night!" he said more cheerfully than usual as he herded a big mob of people out the doors. As he went to leave himself, a hand shot out and grabbed his right wrist to stop him. The person who had grabbed him was hidden in the shadow of a cerulean velvet curtain, but Tsuzuki knew perfectly well who it was and smiled.
"I know you've heard this before, Mr. Tsuzuki, but you wear that marvelously well... I love seeing you in it," said a smooth voice.
"You could've come to visit me earlier," Tsuzuki said, "I knew you were watching me while I was bored out of my mind... Muraki."
Said person stepped out from the curtain, donned in his usual snowy white attire. The only real color he had was the red rose in his hand, which he held out to the brunette. "For you, my sweet," he smiled.
Tsuzuki took it and stared down at it. "Thanks..." he said quietly.
Like he had the last time they met, Muraki took Tsuzuki's wrist to lead him away. "Come, we need to talk."
The shinigami followed him past the machines and tables, going past the people that were leaving. He ignored the stares they kept getting, concentrating on where he was being led. While he walked, he brought the rose back up to his face to smell it.
"You've always said that red means passion," he said quietly.
Muraki smiled. "I'm glad you remembered."
Silence continued as both men went up the steps to go into the previously unseen loft. Halfway up, Tsuzuki remembered something else. "I thought you gave this place to someone else?"
Muraki took a key from his white trenchcoat pocket and put it into the knob to unlock the door. "I did, but it doesn't go into effect until next Monday." He opened the door and stood aside to allow Tsuzuki to enter first. "Until then... This is all mine..."
Tsuzuki went inside and inspected the surroundings. The black tint was apparently only on the outside, because from here he could see perfectly down at the casino. A small table with two chairs was by these windows. The room was larger to his left, but not much was there. The dim light revealed a couch and two recliners facing a big screen TV that was on the same wall he had his back to. A desk void of anything but a small green lamp sat on the wall behind the couch. Another door was to the left of the desk, which he guess led outside. A smaller room was in front of them; he really didn't want to know what was in there, remembering Muraki once saying "But the roses I do have... their pedals are scattered on a bed that's waiting for us up these stairs..."
"People usually think that I'm up here all the time and just never come out," Muraki said once closing and relocking the door, "but that is incorrect. It's more, I'm just never here."
The brunette followed Muraki to the couch, watching him sit first before doing the same. Before he could say anything, Muraki started instead.
"So. Why have you continued to work here, Mr. Tsuzuki? The case that involved this place was solved and closed, I thought. Or..." He smirked. "Is it something else, perhaps?" He turned his body, folding his left leg to be facing Tsuzuki. "Maybe you're looking for me...?"
Tsuzuki felt his insides cringe as he heard the truth said aloud. "Yeah..." he said quietly. "I came here last night, because... Well..."
"Because you thought I'd visit you?" Muraki asked. He chuckled as Tsuzuki's cheeks turned red. "I figured as much... So... Why were you looking for me? To scold me for kissing you?" His voice went quieter as he leaned closer. "Because if I remember correctly, you gave no protest to it. You just stood there and enjoyed yourself..."
The shinigami tried to think under Muraki's expectant stare. He knew why he was here at the casino, but now it seemed stupid. He had been wanting to finally give in to his desire last night, but went home disappointed. So then why had he come tonight?
"It's not that," said Tsuzuki, looking down at his fidgety fingers on the rose, "but... it has something to do with that."
They were silent for a moment and Muraki smiled. "Oh... I see now..." He reached over and made Tsuzuki look at him. "Explain to me why you've decided to give in to me. What made you change your mind?"
Amethyst looked over at the TV instead of into silver, even though the hand on his cheek was still making him face the doctor. "Curiosity..." he could barely say, his throat unconsciously freezing from not liking what was about to be said. "Frustration... All you ever do every time we meet is try to kiss and touch me, and I'm sick of it... Hisoka said it's stupid, but I guess I was hoping that you'd stop harassing me so much..."
"Hisoka knows?" Muraki asked, letting his arm fall. "Hm. Silly child, prying into adult business..." He leaned forward and pushed Tsuzuki to lie down. "But that's all right. I'll get what he's been keeping me from..."
Tsuzuki allowed himself to go down as Muraki's hands went to his sides and he kissed at his neck. The rose he'd been holding fell to the ground. "Why do you want me so much? I don't get it..."
Muraki smirked once licking a trail to the shell of his ear. "I've longed to be able to take control of your beautiful body. I've longed to be able to render you powerless, to make you forget about all that wonderful power you have." He whispered as he shrugged his trench coat off and began to unbutton Tsuzuki's shirt. "I want and love everything about you, Mr. Tsuzuki, and you don't know how happy it makes me to allow me to do this..."
Tsuzuki's hands grabbed Muraki's before they engaged in a passionate kiss. "Wait," he whispered, "Let's... do this someplace else..."
"You're trembling..." The blonde stared down at him for a few seconds before getting up. "Yes... I agree. Where shall we go, then?" They only thought for a couple seconds before Muraki spoke again. "Do you, by chance, have a place to live here in the living world?"
"Uh, yeah," Tsuzuki replied, loosening his tie and rebuttoning three out of the five buttons Muraki had undone. "I have an apartment in Yokohama... Go there?" he asked meekly as he stood.
"Yes..." Muraki smiled. "But I'd like to grab something before we go." He rushed into the other room and came back out a few seconds later without his glasses and shoving something into his pocket. "All right, I'm ready."
Tsuzuki held out his hand for Muraki to take. "Come here." Muraki obliged and took his hand. "Ready?" he asked as he pulled the doctor closer. Without waiting for an answer, he closed his brilliant eyes and imagined the locked door that led into his apartment. He felt a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach; sure that Muraki felt it, too, by the way the hold on his arms tightened. When they opened their eyes, the door he had remembered was in front of them.
"Your apartment, I presume?" Muraki questioned quietly as the man beside him dug around in his pockets for the key. He received a small nod as a brass key emerged and entered the keyhole.
Tsuzuki opened the door and let Muraki inside. "Don't mind the mess, and be quiet," he said quietly after the doctor, "My landlords are right under us and they aren't hard of hearing."
Muraki looked around the shinigami's two-room apartment. The futon was still on the ground in the second room, the dark blue comforter in a heap on the corner of it. The table to their right was dusty and had papers everywhere on it. The T.V. to the left against the wall was also dusty, its remote half hidden by the pile of black and white clothes on the couch. He smirked. "I don't mind at all..." He took off his jacket and flung it on the couch. "This is nothing compared to some of the places I've been to."
"Yeah, I'm sure..." he said as he took off his vest and tie, also tossing them to the couch. After that, Tsuzuki was unsure of what to do next. He stood in the wide doorway leading into his bedroom, staring down at the futon. All the things he was sure the doctor was about to do to him there ran through his mind, and was surprised at himself for letting them come freely.
Arms snaked around his waist, snapping him from his thoughts as his back was brought to be against a warm body. "Are you done stripping," the blonde whispered seductively into Tsuzuki's ear, "or shall I do the rest for you?"
The shinigami was turned so they were facing each other. Amethyst stared up into lust-filled silver, feeling oddly calmed by them. He didn't have to glance down to see that Muraki's white tie was gone and his cloudy grey shirt was now untucked and unbuttoned. He arms went around the physician, a smirk finding its way onto his lips. "I think you'll be able to handle it..."
Muraki stared at him a moment longer, questioning and calculating. Whatever his thought had been, he'd pushed it aside and dipped his head down to capture Tsuzuki's mouth as his. Like it had been with their last kiss, Tsuzuki gave no objection and let the doctor relentlessly kiss him, lightly moaning and hugging Muraki closer. But before it could last, Muraki pulled off and attacked the brunette's neck.
Tsuzuki's hands slid up Muraki's back, feeling the fabric of his shirt as they traveled over his shoulders. They then began to go down the bare skin on his chest. Muraki mumbled "Mm-mm..." before unsealing his lips from Tsuzuki's jaw and unwrapping his arms from the brunette's slender waist to take the hands off his chest before his shirt could be slid off.
"Ah-ah..." Muraki said softly, backing his lover into the other room. "No rushing into this, Mr. Tsuzuki..." He nuzzled the place on Tsuzuki's neck where he had been previously kissing, guiding the shinigami as he walked backward. "We must make this last..."
He carefully backed up, knowing where Muraki was leading him. His grip was tight on Muraki's arms in case he fell onto the hardwood floor instead of the futon. "No... You just want to torture me for as long as possible," he said just above a whisper.
Muraki chuckled. "Yes, that too..."
The blonde's leg came out and bent so that his foot was right behind Tsuzuki's. The unsuspecting shinigami backed up into the foot and got off balance. "Ahh-!" He unconsciously let go of Muraki and fell with a loud thud, the futon barely cushioning his fall. Once recovering, Tsuzuki propped himself up on his elbows and glared angrily at his smirking aggressor. "I told you we have to be quiet!" he said heatedly, "It's almost one in the morning! Normal people are asleep!"
Muraki slipped his shoes off and kicked them away before falling to his knees, smiling the entire time. "Well, it was the only way I could think of to get you into this position." He looked down at Tsuzuki as he took the shinigami's shoes and socks off and flung them to the side, noticing the glare hadn't gone away. "All right, I apologize. I see you don't want to be kicked out for just having some, ah, fun." He came up and straddled Tsuzuki's thighs. "Do you forgive me?" he asked softly, leaning down to engage in another passionate kiss.
"Mm-hm..." Tsuzuki hummed, his hands coming up again to slide Muraki's shirt off. This time, he was allowed to make the fabric fall off the blonde's shoulders. Muraki helped it along by pulling his arms out of the sleeves and tossing the shirt out of the way without ever breaking their kiss. With this newly revealed flesh, Tsuzuki took no time letting his fingertips roam over Muraki's formed torso, earning a light moan. He felt Muraki begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt to discard it as well.
The doctor lifted his head to end the kiss, untucking Tsuzuki's shirt to undo the rest of it. "Such a beautiful body..." he commented quietly as he opened the shirt wider to get a good look. Both his silver and blue eyes scanned the brunette's torso carefully, as if memorizing every detail. "More beautiful than I ever imagined..."
Tsuzuki smirked. "You're saying I'm so beautiful when you haven't even seen the rest of me." He sat up to shrug off his shirt to let Muraki deal with it. "How can you tell I'm so beautiful when not all my clothes are off...?"
The doctor gave a mysterious smile as Tsuzuki lay back down. His sight went down the shinigami's torso to land on the growing bulge becoming apparent in his black pants. Tsuzuki stared up at him as his hands began to slowly run down the brunette's body, his sight stuck below their belts. "Just making a speculation..." he said lightly before leaning down to suck as hard as he could at the base of Tsuzuki's neck at his left shoulder.
"Don't make it too dark..." he said quietly. "I need to be able to hide it."
The blonde grinned. "I promise every mark I give you will be gone within the next few days." He licked and kissed at the spot before whispering. "I've told you before- no one needn't ever know of our night of sin." His hands, which had been lightly resting near Tsuzuki's navel, came down and began to unbuckle the brunette's belt. "Never fear, Asato," Muraki whispered more lustfully as he undid the black pants at his fingertips, "I know what I'm doing... We won't get caught."
Amethyst eyes fluttered closed. Fingertips went as lightly as they could up Tsuzuki's manhood through his boxers, sending electricity up his spine and making his breath hitch. He distantly heard Muraki chuckle as the action was repeated to earn an elongated gasp and a trembling exhale. His hands became fists on the blonde's back as his whole body seemed to tense up.
"You like that?" Muraki breathed into Tsuzuki's ear, all four fingertips of his right hand leaving another lingering trail up his lover's shaft. A grin surfaced on his face again when Tsuzuki shivered and his hips bucked up to make him press harder. His forehead rested on Tsuzuki's shoulder to look down and watch the shinigami's chest slowly rise and fall, his fingertips still torturous as his other hand pressed the hips back down and hold them there. "Be patient, my Tsuzuki..." he said quietly, never taking his eyes off what he was doing.
Tsuzuki's fists were beginning to press into Muraki's back as his back arched. He felt his entire body tremble due to his aggressor's ministrations. Muraki's mouth went to the shoulder his forehead had been on and started to leave another mark. His hips tried to buck every few seconds but couldn't overpower the hand on his left hip that held them down. Not wanting to make any sound, he was biting his lower lip as hard as he could.
Muraki stopped and looked down at Tsuzuki's face. "You're trembling again... And you're biting your lip." Since Tsuzuki's hold on his lip had eased when Muraki stopped, the doctor was easily able to suck it out of his teeth's grasp and let it slowly slide out of his mouth. "I won't have any of that, Asato." His attention was sidetracked, however, when he felt his own belt and pants getting undone. He looked down to watch Tsuzuki's hands unzip the zipper before looking up to see his smirk.
"Fair's fair," the shinigami said simply. He mimicked what Muraki had done to him, earning a faint gasp and widened eyes. But before he could really do anything, the blonde took his hands away and put them around his neck.
The physician put his arms around his lover and rolled over onto his back, taking Tsuzuki with him to make him be on top. He quietly laughed at the shinigami's surprised expression. "If you want to play like that..." Muraki said as he rested his hands on Tsuzuki's shoulder blades and looking up at him seductively, "here I am," he whispered. "Do whatever you like to me to end your curiosity and frustration... Anything."
Tsuzuki stared at him like Muraki had before their first kiss of the night, trying to tell if he was kidding. All he was greeted with was Muraki's seductive silver eye, the glass blue one equally lustful. His sight trailed down to the blonde's parted, awaiting lips. Not waiting a moment longer, he took the alluring invitation and closed the distance between them for another passionate kiss.
He straddled Muraki's right thigh and took the arms off his back and brought them to the futon above the blonde's head. Tsuzuki's hands traveled down his arms as he led their hungry kiss, studying their structure and how large the doctor's biceps were. Further down they went, over his shoulders and chest, over perfectly flawless, pale skin. He broke the kiss to trail butterfly kisses down Muraki's jaw to his neck, where he began to leave his own mark.
"Don't make it too dark..." Muraki mocked, making Tsuzuki smile.
The shinigami's hands continued to venture down further, over the physician's abdomen and coming to his pants. Instead of deciding to be torturous like Muraki, he went to run his hands over the doctor's thighs. His lips detached from Muraki's neck and trailed more butterfly kisses across his shoulder and started toward his collar bone. When his hands got to Muraki's knees, his right one slipped under his left leg and made it bend up so he could feel the under side of his thigh. He noticed he was getting no reaction from the doctor. Tsuzuki tried to quickly think of what could please him...
Once his right hand had come up to cup Muraki's ass, he ceased all kissing and licking. Both hands came to Muraki's waist, his fingers slipping inside the waistline of both white pants and jade green boxers. The brunette sat up to be on his knees so as to watch what he was doing and te doctor's reaction. Once staring at each other for a few seconds, Tsuzuki pulled the last two articles of clothing Muraki wore down to his knees, amethyst going right down with them.
Tsuzuki smirked as he pulled the pants and underwear the rest of the way off. "So I am having an effect on you... You hide it well."
Muraki hugged Tsuzuki close once he was fully nude. "Maybe because I have more experience...?"
A long tongue licked at the hickie now on the Muraki's neck. "Yeah... Probably."
The doctor rolled over again, now being back on top of Tsuzuki. "I hope you don't mind, but I think it's my turn again." He nuzzled the hickie he had made on his lover's shoulder. "I mean, I should be on top, seeing as I've done this more than you have..." His hands went down Tsuzuki's sides and began to slide off his black jeans and boxers. "And besides," Muraki came up and whispered, "I know I told you to make this last, but you were just going agonizingly too slow..."
Tsuzuki's eyes closed right before his manhood became exposed. "My apologies," he said quietly.
Silver and blue scanned the shinigami's body once he let the pants fall from his hand. He stared hungrily at every inch of skin and flesh, not caring that amethyst had opened to watch him. "Perfect..." he breathed, barely moving his lips. His hands came to rest on Tsuzuki's thighs before he looked up. Tsuzuki's eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted, his brown hair in disarray against the white pillow and looking even more enticing. Without hesitation, he leaned down and took Tsuzuki's mouth as his and began another heated battle of lips and tongues.
Muraki's hands slid under Tsuzuki's body, coming down to squeeze both buttocks before venturing further down his thighs. Neither cared that saliva was running from their lips and going onto their cheeks and chins. The blonde brought Tsuzuki's knees to his sides, making sure they'd stay there before letting go. His hands came to rest on the shinigami's hips before taking his upper lip into his mouth and let it slide out to end their kiss.
Tsuzuki watched the doctor slide down his body, losing eye contact only to look down and notice how wet Muraki's lower lip was. His eyes widened, however, when Muraki stopped, his aggressor's face hovering over his swollen organ. "Muraki...?" he questioned.
A smirk went on the blonde's face, his right hand grasping Tsuzuki's cock at its base. "What's the matter, Asato?" he asked with his voice seductive, "Don't want my mouth in the wrong places...?" He leaned down and licked precum off the tip, making Tsuzuki's breath hitch. "I want to do this to you," Muraki said more quietly, still staring up into amethyst. His lips enclosed on the tip and sucked on it a little before speaking again to a now trembling shinigami. "I want to taste everything you have to offer me..." He ran the tip of his tongue along the length of Tsuzuki's hardened flesh, earning a shaky gasp. "Your mouth, your skin, your cum, your energy, everything..." Muraki tilted his head to place the side of the dick in his lips and let it slide out, repeating this along his length until he got to the tip again. Tsuzuki's head fell back to the pillow, his breathing shallow and his trembling more noticable. "I've told you this before- I want you to feel pleasure you've never felt before..." The physician slid Tsuzuki's length into his mouth and slid it out just as agonizingly slow.
The shinigami's body tensed. "Uhn...!" escaped from his lips.
Muraki's left hand once again held Tsuzuki's hips down so he couldn't back up and choke him, his right hanging onto the brunette's cock at its base as he slid it into his mouth again. The doctor went as equally slow as he did the first time; Tsuzuki's hands clenched into fists, grasping the sheets beneath them.
Tsuzuki whimpered, his mouth opened so he could gasp for air. His eyes clamped shut from not being able to take his blurring sight. As his aggressor continued his torturing, his lower lip found its way to his teeth again. His legs opened wider to give Muraki more room to work. He could feel an orgasm coming- it felt so far away, but he knew it was coming...
"Muraki...!" he mumbled, trying desperately to make his hips buck. His hands came down and ran his fingers through soft platinum hair. The shinigami cracked his open to look down, watching Muraki slide his throbbing organ out of his mouth for the fifth time to lick teasingly at the tip. His head fell back down to the pillow with a "Mmnn!" coming through his teeth. His lower half raised a few inches off the futon every few seconds, Muraki having to push him back down.
The doctor sucked on the tip a few seconds more to earn another moan before taking his mouth off of it to smirk. "Are you close yet?" he asked smoothly.
"Nn-hn!" Tsuzuki whimpered.
Muraki chuckled as he reached up with his left hand to pull the brunette's lip out from his teeth. "I told you not to do that, Asato..." he said calmly. The hand still on Tsuzuki's swollen shaft turned so that his thumb could at one of the shinigami's testicles.
"Ahh...!" Tsuzuki whispered, his body trembling more as his back arched. He managed to raise his head up to glare down at Muraki. "Could you hurry it up!" he growled, panting a little. His sight was hazy from the lust and torture, but he could see his cock was shiny and thick with saliva, and some precum was on the doctor's lips.
The blonde ran his teeth up Tsuzuki's length lightly, aiming to give more pleasure. "Why on earth would I do that? My whole point in doing this is to see you squirm and writhe from pleasure..." He rubbed the testicle again, getting another shiver. Tsuzuki's head fell back to the pillow, eyes closed. "But... I suppose I could do something to ease your discomfort, since you asked so nicely..." He let the sentence linger in the air.
Tsuzuki almost moaned when he felt his aggressor's glorious mouth envelope his throbbing length. Any protest and complaining he had been thinking of a few seconds previously was immediately thrown out the door once Muraki was going up and down faster than before. His arms came up to hang onto his pillow, his knees coming up closer to his chest. All he could do was gasp repeatedly as Muraki continued. He moved freely to help thrust further into Muraki's mouth, and the doctor moved with him so he wouldn't choke. Amethyst eyes were shut tightly, knowing what was about to happen...
"Murakiiiii-!" he screamed, his whole body arching.
His entire body went limp as he tried to blink away the fireworks from his eyes. He felt like his whole face was on fire. Panting heavily and staring wide eyed at the ceiling, he took no notice of Muraki, who had coughed a little before crawling on top of his shinigami.
"Did that blow your mind?" Muraki asked, his voice laced with amusement.
The brunette stared up at him. "What do you think?" Tsuzuki asked sarcastically, still trying to catch his breath.
Muraki smirked before dipping down to capture Tsuzuki's lips. "That's good to hear..."
Tsuzuki's arms went back around the physician's torso as he closed his eyes again. A quiet moan escaped from him- which even surprised himself-, tasting his own cum on Muraki's tongue and breath. It was acrid and tangy, something he normally wouldn't like, but the taste just seemed to fit into this scene like a puzzle piece and unconsciously liked it. He could feel Muraki's hands roaming over his body again.
"I thought you said we had to be quiet?" said Muraki once detaching his lips from Tsuzuki's. "I don't think you screaming my name qualifies as 'quiet'."
The shinigami rolled his eyes. "Oh? Well, since I'm not allowed to bite my lip, what was I supposed to do- hold my breath?"
The doctor leaned over and licked at the shell of his lover's right ear. "Heh heh... I don't think that would've worked..." Tsuzuki's head turned to allow more access as he sucked on the earlobe. "It's not that I mind, of course... It was just a thought."
Tsuzuki stayed quiet to let his aggressor trail butterfly kisses to his collarbone. He craned his neck to look down to see how large Muraki was at his point without him noticing. His eyes slightly widened- it looked like the blonde was more than ready to release his built-up seed; like so much blood and cum had to be in his manhood, it had to be painful.
His right hand came up again to run his fingers through silky platinum hair, his left going down to finger Muraki's swollen shaft. "Muraki..." he said softly as he heard said person's breath hitch. "Come on... It's time..."
Muraki let out a shuddering breath as he came up to look into amethyst, hand coming down to knock Tsuzuki's away. "No... Just a little more..."
Tsuzuki stared up into lust-clouded blue and silver. "But-!" He was cut off by a swift, chaste kiss before the weight on his thigh shifted as Muraki got off him.
"I've been able to control myself, to keep from pouncing you, all this time..." he said as he crawled over to his jeans and picked them up. "Just a few more moments won't kill me." He took something- what looked like a small bottle- from the right pocket and let the pants fall back to the floor. Muraki looked over at Tsuzuki to look him over, but ended up making eye contact and not looking away. "Aren't you tired?" he asked quietly as he went to crawl back on top of his lover.
The brunette watched the doctor sit by his knees. "No, not really, actually." His eyes landed on the bottle, trying to read its label in the dim light even though he knew what it was. "That's what you went to grab in that one room in the casino, huh?"
Muraki smirked. "Of course." He opened the bottle and squeezed some clear gel onto his right index and middle fingers. "Now, be a good lover and spread your legs again," he said with a tender expression on his face, placing his left hand on Tsuzuki's thigh. "This may hurt a bit-"
Tsuzuki carefully watched what the blonde was doing until he felt that index finger penetrate him, unconsciously biting his lip and gasping through his teeth at the pain. His fingers once again grasped the sheets once feeling Muraki slowly pull the finger out only to go back in with two, easily pushing them in past his knuckles. The fingers went in at an angle, painfully pushing at his walls. "Deeper..." he strained to say, his head falling to the side. Muraki's digits pulled out and went in again, this time going in with three and going as far as he could. The doctor found what he'd been looking for; Tsuzuki's whole body shivered at the slightest stroke at his spot.
Now knowing how deep in Tsuzuki's spot was, Muraki once again pulled his fingers out to only push his middle finger in. The physician's finger easily glided inside the shinigami's body now that the hole was stretched and was helped along because of the lubricant. He poked and rubbed at the sensitive spot, carefully watching his lover's manhood become hard again. Silver and blue eyes trailed up to the brunette's face to meet with amethyst, which were straining to stay open. Muraki felt the tense body beneath him's shallow breathing as their gazes stayed locked for a moment more until he felt Tsuzuki had been tortured enough.
"You shouldn't be so tense..." said Muraki, his left hand rubbing at his lover's torso to try and relax him. He then whispered, "I'm sorry I hurt you..." before leaning up to engage in a kiss.
Tsuzuki unlatched his hands from the futon to put them on his aggressor's back, faintly moaning as their tongues tasted and licked at the other's. His dick was gently pulsing, now hard once again, but not as stiff as only minutes ago. He could feel Muraki's left hand still running over his body, knowing his right was on the futon by his hip. Right when he was relaxing, Tsuzuki felt Muraki suck his energy right from his mouth.
"Mm-!" His eyes closed tighter as his body tensed back up, Muraki continuing to take his energy. He found it a peculiar but painful feeling, like electricity was being sucked out of him and he couldn't close his mouth to stop it. His fists were pushing as hard as they could into the blonde's shoulder blades, barely conscious that Muraki's left hand had stopped at his waist. He couldn't even scream.
Muraki cut it off, the suction ceasing and closing Tsuzuki's mouth by taking his lower lip into his and raising his head to let it slide out. He opened his eyes to see glaring amethyst already open, making him smirk. "Your energy's so sweet... It could be addictive. If it wouldn't kill you, I'd probably still be taking it." He leaned in and nuzzled the shinigami's neck. "But I still need you around so I can desire you as much as I do..." He whispered caressingly, "and I needed to do that because tasting your sweet, exquisite energy almost makes me come. Also, I said earlier that I was going to taste everything you have to offer me..." His voice had gotten more lustful as he continued, ending his talking before raising himself to his hands and knees to stare down at his favorite shinigami.
"Well, you could've warned me before deciding to 'taste everything'," Tsuzuki said defensively.
The smirk on Muraki's face never faltered. "I'm sorry... Turn over," he commanded firmly but with a gentle voice. He sat up to be on his knees to give Tsuzuki room to do so.
Tsuzuki slowly obliged, knowing exactly what was about to happen. He knew that as he brought himself to his hands and knees, Muraki was putting lubricant on his hardened flesh. The few seconds he stayed staring down at the pillow felt like long minutes; he guessed this was because of the looming fact of what the blonde was about to finally do. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to try and relax.
"That's it..." Muraki said softly. "Relax, Asato... This goes best when you're relaxed..." His hands ran down Tsuzuki's sides, his fingertips leaving lingering trails until they went over the brunette's thighs. He leaned up so he could be near Tsuzuki's ear to whisper, his lubed cock nudging against his lover's ass, "Will you forgive me for all the pain I caused you tonight?"
"I will if you hurry up and get this over with," Tsuzuki said impatiently.
Muraki straightened back up, running his left hand up Tsuzuki's spine to push his upper half down to be on the futon. He watched him turn his head on the pillow to stare at his with one eye. "Patience, my Tsuzuki... You've been good thus far, don't ruin it now." With one hand on Tsuzuki's hip, his other aimed his enlarged manhood at the target before him. "Brace yourself," he said breathlessly.
Tsuzuki gripped the pillow with all his strength, clenching his bared teeth as he quieted his groan of pain. The lubricant and stretching had helped the doctor enter him, but he didn't expect him to go in so far so it hadn't lessened the pain much. His butt and thighs felt some of the pain but didn't affect his boner. Muraki stayed put before continuing, placing apologetic butterfly kisses on the middle of his back. It didn't take long for him to adjust to the physician's large size and the pain to dull; it seemed Muraki knew this too and pulled out a few inches only to slowly thrust back in for Tsuzuki to wince. All pain that Muraki had caused, however, was forgiven when he felt those wonderful fingers once again go to work on his shaft, making him quietly moan in response. The faint pleasure it gave took his attention away from what was happening behind him, which was what Muraki had aimed for.
The doctor's left arm went around Tsuzuki's waist to hold him in place as he trusted himself inside the shinigami's body, his pace unconsciously quickening. He breathed in short gasps until he closed his mouth to breathe through his nose, exhaling quickly and short moans escaping from his throat. He felt the body under him arch and moan once he started hitting the spot he'd fingered earlier. His own body curling from pleasure made his lean against Tsuzuki, beginning to put a third hickie on his back.
Tsuzuki turned his head to press his forehead against the pillow to stop hurting his neck. His trembling breaths and sighs turned into gasps and more moaning when Muraki's hand encased his shaft and started pumping.
"Move with me," Muraki whispered breathlessly against the brunette's back.
He thrust into the blonde's hand, his hips coming up to meet with Muraki's.
"Uhn..." Muraki grunted as Tsuzuki bit his lip to silence what would've been a loud moan. The arm around the shinigami unwound to place his hand on the futon as support so as to not crush his lover.
Tsuzuki moved with Muraki, the rocking seeming to maximize the pleasure. His eyes closed tighter, his mouth opening for silent screaming as he felt his second ejaculation fast approaching. His hands unconsciously clamped onto the white pillow, having to be clenching something the rest of the way. He knew without actually thinking (coherent thought had been flung out the window long ago) that his aggressor was close as well from the way his thrusting wasn't in a steady rhythm and was becoming erratic; he wasn't going in as far, and didn't pull out as much before pushing himself back in again.
Only seconds later, the doctor's body arched against Tsuzuki's as he hit climax, his moan muffled from his lips being on the shinigami's back. Tsuzuki thrust twice more before coming as well, Muraki's hand catching most of the hot seed that sprayed out. Both men panted as the blonde pulled himself out to let both of them collapse.
The shinigami turned his head to look at Muraki, who was staring blankly at the ceiling. "This feels weird..." he said with a shot voice, "My stomach landed on cum."
Muraki chuckled to himself, closing his eyes. "How long do you think we've been at it?" he asked, his voice tired.
Tsuzuki glared at him. "How should I know? My sense of time went out the window with all coherent thought."
The blonde laughed. "I'm just that good..." His head rose up to look at something before sitting up. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up." He glanced over at the exhausted shinigami at his side. "You should do the same." He got up to go to the bathroom and turn the light on.
He rolled over onto his back, ignoring the sperm on his stomach. "Washrags are in the closet," he called to Muraki. Tsuzuki heard the closet door open, then the sink turn on. The sound of running water calmed him, making his eyes close.
I did it... I gave in to my desire and had sex with him... Now what?
Muraki walked out, his wet bangs indicating that he'd washed his face. "Can you get up, or do I have to help you?" he asked, standing in the doorway.
Tsuzuki forced himself to sit up, never taking his eyes away from silver and blue. "Yeah..." He began to realize- he'd never noticed how, for a lack of a better word, beautiful the doctor was until now. He hadn't paid attention to him before tonight, and was surprised he still hadn't during their love making. Soft, pale skin; almost lanky form; lean, firm torso he liked running his hands over...
A smirk went on Muraki's lips as he walked over to the staring shinigami, his wet washrag in his hand. "I think it's that you can get up, but you just don't want to." He knelt beside Tsuzuki and wiped the seed off his stomach. His eyes traveled up to Tsuzuki's neck and shoulders. "Nice hickies..." he sarcastically commented.
Amethyst went to the red mark on Muraki's neck. "Yours is nice, too. A very lovely shade of red." He took the rag away from the blonde to wipe his face.
Muraki sat beside him. "Would you like for me to stay the night, or would you rather have me leave?" he asked.
Tsuzuki looked over at him to see an unreadable look in his eyes. "Stay," he answered quietly.
The doctor took the washrag back and wiped at a spot on the futon. "As you wish..." Both stayed quiet as Muraki finished and got up to turn the bathroom light off. "Don't apologize to the kid, Hisoka, for giving in to your desire. He has nothing to do with us, and we can't help the way we feel for each other."
"I wasn't going to," Tsuzuki said, his eyes going down. He then glared up at the blonde as he sat on the futon again, a light blush on his cheeks. "And what do you mean, '-the way we feel for each other'? I'm not in love with you, Muraki, it-"
"-was just lust," Muraki finished for him. The darkening blush on Tsuzuki's cheeks indicated that he was right. "Understandable." He lay down, pulling the shinigami with him.
Both of them got under the sheets and comforter, Muraki bringing Tsuzuki close. Instead of closing his eyes to fall asleep, amethyst stared up at the ceiling. He knew he wanted to do something more, just one more thing, before letting his exhaustion take control.
"Go to sleep, Asato," Muraki said, hugging Tsuzuki closer.
Tsuzuki held himself up on his left elbow to look frown at Muraki's face. His eyes fell onto the physician's lips and decided that what he wanted was another passionate kiss. He leaned down and connected his lips with Muraki's, sure that the blonde's eyes had opened in surprise as he wormed his tongue into his mouth. A hand came up and ran through chocolate-colored hair.
"I want you so badly. You fuel my desire... You drive me crazy. There's just something about you..."
Yeah... There's just something about you, too...
ixi
His feet felt like they were dragging him along the corridor that led to the Summons Department. Exhaustion seemed to be like two tons of bricks on his shoulders. Even his vibrant eyes seemed dulled. He had taken extra care that morning to make sure every hickie left from last night was carefully hidden- especially from a certain partner of his.
A sigh escaped from him as he opened the door. "I'm here. Sorry if I'm a little late."
Hisoka and Watari stared at him, both sitting at the table. Tsuzuki guessed they had been just drinking coffee and talking to each other before he had arrived.
"Hey there, Tsuzuki!" Watari cheerfully greeted. "You missed the party last night, and you still look like crap. What happened to you?"
Tsuzuki looked at him quizically as he hung his trenchcoat on the rack. "Party?"
Hisoka's eyebrow cocked. "Konoe's party...?"
The brunette mentally slapped himself for forgetting. "Oh, that's right. Yeah, I completely forgot about it. Sorry."
Watari's jaw dropped. "You 'forgot' about a party? Are you ill, Tsuzuki!"
He gave a reassuring smile as he leaned against the wall. folding his arms. "No, I was just up for probably half the night..." He purposely avoided Hisoka's attempt to catch his eye.
"So instead of going to party with your friends, you went bar hopping?" The scientist sat back in his chair. "That makes no sense... But you should've been there! It was great- Tatsumi actually got cake up his nose! None of us're sure how it got there, though..." he said with a grin.
Tsuzuki chuckled. "Yeah... Now I wish I hadn't forgotten..."
Hisoka raised from his seat. "I think I'll go on a walk." He looked darkly at Tsuzuki, turning his head at such an angle that Watari couldn't see it. "Would you like to come with me, Tsuzuki?" he pressed.
They stared at each other, Tsuzuki wishing that Hisoka could be stupid sometimes instead of smart all the time. Knowing this could never happen, he resisted the urge to sigh, also knowing what was coming and that he better get it over with. "Yeah, sure."
Even without empathic powers, Tsuzuki could easily feel the tenseness between them. Neither spoke the entire way outside, both keeping their attention forward and their hands in the pockets of their pants. Hisoka led the way into bright morning sunshine and going down a path that led to the lake. A gentle breeze swept by, rustling the sakura trees.
"I take it you wanted to talk to me?" Tsuzuki asked, breaking their silence.
"Where were you last night?"
Tsuzuki thought for a moment, thinking of what to say to him. "I'm sure you have an idea..." he said quietly, uncomfortable with actually admitting what happened.
Hisoka glanced over at him. "Answer the question."
The brunette stopped walking on the bridge that went over he lake. Hisoka also stopped to turn and look at him. "I was at home." The teen's darkening expression said that he knew he was leaving a crucial part out. "... with Muraki."
The blonde turned and leaned on the railing to stare down into the crystal blue water. He remained silent.
"I'm sure you had that suspicion..." said Tsuzuki, staring at his partner's sad face. Getting more silence, he came and stood beside the teen, also leaning on the railing. "Oh, so now you're not going to talk to me?" He studied Hisoka's expression- his face remained impassive, maybe even cold, but his eyes gave away his true feelings. Guilt, from remembering the hints about how Hisoka really felt about him, began to course through his body like a million ice daggers.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered.
Hisoka got off and went to return to the ministry. He didn't even glance at Tsuzuki. "I don't want your apologies. It's done, and nothing I do can change that." He walked away to leave Tsuzuki by himself.
He went back to staring at the water, not really caring about anything else but the thoughts in his head. The only thing he was sorry for was betraying Hisoka... or was it really betrayal? No... He was sorry that it had to be with the man who'd killed him. Yes... That made more sense. If only Muraki hadn't killed the kid, then everything would've been fine, nothing to be guilty about...
"But I'm right in front of you!"
His legs took his along the path Hisoka had gone down to go back to the ministry. In the back of his mind, he truly hoped Hisoka would forgive him...
END
Written 12-27-05 to 1-30-06. Edited 8/12/2014
