2. Teasing.
T: Warnings remain the same and I still own nothing you see here other than Hisoka's newly aquired back bone.
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His partner was not, despite the lateness of the hour, in the office when he steps over the threshold, this delay in the revelation of his current state slowly eroding at his confidence.
He attempts to distract himself with paperwork but the nervous anticipation bubbling in his stomach makes such a thing impossible and he ends out doodling randomly in the margin.
Eventually he hears footsteps approaching the office, feels the cold void of Tsuzuki's emotional shields and then the other is stepping into the room.
For the briefest of moments he can feel the shock that registers on the other's face, can feel the sharp spark of the elder Shinigami's desire and the match of that emotion in his own heart and then the chill of the other's walls is again between them.
"What happened?" His partner enquires as he settles onto his chair.
"Watari."
"Is it…" the other trails a moment, his eyes flickering uncertainly about the room before they settle again on his own, "Is it permanent?"
"No, though I am not disappointed for that fact."
He had thought that his partner would question him on this, that he would be able to turn such a thing to his advantage and show the elder Shinigami just how much he had grown in the past year. However Tsuzuki merely smiles a wide, completely illusionary smile and says, "That's nice," before turning his attention to the pile of paper on his desk.
He bites down on the little bubble of frustration that forms at this action and turns his attention to his own paperwork.
Every now and again he can feel the weight of Tsuzuki's eyes upon him, can feel the trace whispers of the broil of emotions that are walled deep within the other's heart. He attempts, once or twice, to catch the other out, but each time he looks upwards Tsuzuki is bent back over his paperwork and the whisper cuts away into silence.
Eventually he can take the stifling atmosphere no more and, placing his pen onto his desk, he enquires,
"I'm going to go get myself a coffee, do you want anything?"
"No thank you."
Watari is sat eating when he steps into the canteen and the scientist has only to look at him once before he enquires,
"I take it that things are not going well?"
"Where shall I start?" he enquires before he describes the current situation to the other.
"You need to catch his attention, make him really register the changes in your appearance and then let him know about our plans tonight."
"Tease him you mean?" He enquires, his skin colouring just slightly for the thought.
"That's right!" the other remarks before he returns to his food.
Tsuzuki remains bent firmly over his desk as he steps back into the office and the shear frustration he feels at this fact burns away any hesitation he had over putting Watari's plan into action.
Settling down to his desk he places his coffee cup down and, with a deliberate abandon, dips a finger into the cup, scoops out a generous amount of fome and then licks it from the digit. He repeats this action one more before he feels Tsuzuki's eyes on him and, with a curious innocence, enquires, "Is something wrong?" his finger balanced still on his bottom lip. Tsuzuki's attention remains fixed on that digit and, when after a moment, the other still has not given him a reply, he says, "I'm sorry, I normally drink my cappuccinos at home."
"Don't worry about it." There is a rough edge to the other's voice and again he can feel the whisper of the other's desire at the back of his mind. Encouraged by this small slip in the wall between them he drinks his coffee and, ceasing onto a small handful of files, crosses over to his partner's desk.
"I need you're signature on these." He remarks as he slides the documents under the other's nose, "Here and here." He presses his head down onto the other's shoulder as he gestures to each location, this small point of contact allowing him a more intense rush of the heat of Tsuzuki's desire.
The other's fingers are shaking as he signs the documents and, pressing just a little closer, he enquires,
"Is everything alright?"
The elder Shinigami looks directly at him and suddenly the bare inch between their lips seems as the greatest of divides. He is just leaning in to close that gap when Tsuzuki leaps to his feet and proclaims, "I've just remembered that Tatsumi asked to see me at ten," before he dashes from the room.
He stairs at the doorway for a good minuet before he realises that he is clenching his fists hard enough that his finger nails have broken the skin on his palms and, relaxing that grip, he goes to sit back down at his own desk.
Tsuzuki was being a foolish idiot and it was time the other realised that fact, realised that there was now no more need to hold back his yearnings.
This thought clear in his head he writes the other a polite note, finishes his paperwork and goes in search of Watari.
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Normally he hated to be in crowds, for inevitably he'd become caught into the tide of emotions about him and he'd begin to loose himself, would begin to drown.
In this place, in this crowd, there was but one emotion, a primordial desire and he found that he was floating atop the emotion rather than drowning amid it, found that the rich haze of its presence was filling him with a levity that he had never before experienced.
"The moment you feel uncomfortable Bon let me know and we'll get out of here." Watari remarks, the smile on his lips matching well the kindness of his words.
"Somehow I don't think that'll be a problem." He responds, a rare smile gracing his lips as he does as such.
There is a moment of silence and then Watari enquires, "Do you fancy a dance?" as he gestures out to the writhing mass to their left.
"Do I ever!" He responds as he all but drags the scientist out amid the crowd.
They dance close together, the presence of Watari's unique emotional pattern focusing his mind and making him feel safe despite the desperate hunger he feels from several of the individuals about them.
His mind intoxicated by the desire thick in the air and his body lost to the rhythm of the music he does not register the addition to their group until a strong pair of hands clamp about his waist and he is pulled, bodily, into a firm chest.
For a moment he struggles, the restriction flooding his mind with images of a blood red moon and a sheet of sakura blossoms, then he feels a familiar rush of calming emotions swamp him and, his body relaxing, the other's name falls from his lips as a whispered desire.
"I think we'd better get you home."
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T: The next chapter will most likely be the last (I'm sure I said that the last time J ) so gets those reviews in now before it's too late!!