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Written for: Eria's birthday. :D Happy Birthday, doll!

Moving In
By EggDropSoup

Tsuzuki loved work holidays; they meant he could sleep in for as long as he wanted undisturbed. It was nice to relax, to just lay there as the late morning sun filled in through the window. And even though the sun was shinning on him, it didn't bother him. It just made him feel warm all over- a toasty comparison to the usual cool January mornings.

He continued to doze, that blissful in between of dreaming and full wake-fullness until he was roused by a loud banging at the door.

Startled, he tried to get to his feet, but ended up tripping over his futon and falling on his bare ass.

There was another loud, banging sound-this time much more insistent- and he shivered as he untangled his legs, jumped to his feet, and hurriedly picked up a stray pair of pants from the floor to slide into them.

"Coming!" he called as he fastened the button and zipper into place, almost haphazardly snagging it on himself as he hurried down the hall. He strode quickly to the entrance way, and paused to run a hand through his hair and a tongue over his teeth before reaching for the doorknob.

When he opened the door, he came face to… err…box with Hisoka.

Hisoka was carrying two small boxes stacked on-top of each other, but the combined height of both of them blocked the blond's face from view, leaving just his thin arms and jean clad legs visible.

Tsuzuki blinked at his unexpected visitor. "Hisoka, what are you doing here?" Then his surprised expression became even more troubled as he said, "Did we agree to meet this morning?"

"No, and it's already past noon. Don't tell me you slept the whole day away?" Hisoka's muffled voice chastised him, but before he could reply, the blond had already moved past him and further into the apartment.

Tsuzuki watched him, partially stunned. Hisoka had never come into his apartment voluntarily before, even if the boy had a spare key. Usually, Tsuzuki would have to whine and paw at the blond in order to get him to come inside at all. But here Hisoka was, on a holiday, in his apartment, and unannounced.

Curiously, Tsuzuki followed after him, dogging his steps until they reached the living room. He stopped a few steps into the room when he realized that Hisoka must have picked this room with a purpose, because the blond was already squatting beside the old worn red sofa and placing the two boxes down, carefully.

"This is all I'll need right away," the blond tossed over his shoulder as he got to work on the first box, opening it easily and riffling through it. "The rest of my stuff will be brought over later on today by the movers."

"Huh? Movers?" The brunet asked from his spot a few paces away, looking utterly confused.

"Don't worry, I've already spoken with your landlords," Hisoka answered back, referring to the kind, elderly couple that owned the building. "Everything's been taken care of. I just need to sign the lease."

Suddenly, the pieces were coming together and Tsuzuki could only stare at him, amazed. "Wait, Hisoka. Are…Are you moving in with me?"

The empath turned and looked at him with a puzzled frown, as if the other had asked the most absurd question in the world, but then his mouth dipped hesitantly. "Isn't that what people who love each other do?"

It never ceased to amaze him how hearing Hisoka say the word 'love' made him feel. Even now, it caused his heart to race and his stomach to knot up nervously. "Yes, but that's usually after they've dated for a while. We just became a couple a few days ago. " He gestured wildly, feeling partially uncomfortable that he had to explain this as the more experienced of the two. "I mean, we haven't even kissed yet." And because his hands couldn't seem to keep still, he ran them up his neck, face, and through his disheveled hair. "We're going out of order don't you think?"

Hisoka remained looking at him for a moment before slowly getting to his feet. Once he stood, he walked over to Tsuzuki, stopping with only a small space between them. "So you're saying that if I kiss you then that will put us back in order?"

Such a forward question was unexpected of his blond partner and it left him reeling. Part of him was trying to make sense of this sudden change in dynamic, and the other part was just trying to figure out how to respond without sounding lame.

"Uh, I guess?" Tsuzuki said after a moment, cringing at his pathetic excuse for a reply as he dropped his hands at his sides. The nervous knot in is belly tightened as he dared a glance to see if he could catch a glimpse of what Hisoka was thinking. But the blond just stared back at him with hot eyes, having found his exposed chest and arms very appealing.

Without a word, Hisoka stepped forward so that their chests were pressed together and a delicate hand brushed upward, over his ribs, and past his shoulder until it rested lightly against the back of his neck. And he knew that his partner could read his nervousness, his anticipation all in that simple slide of skin against skin.

"Will you kiss me, Tsuzuki?"

"I…" He gnawed at his bottom lip, completely staggered. He wanted to. Oh god, how much he wanted to. But wasn't it all going too fast? A kiss between them could change everything. Was Hisoka ready for that? Was he?

The hand at his neck rubbed slowly- up and down- reminding him that Hisoka was still there, and waiting. Judging by the touch, the blond didn't seem offended by the strange bouts of silence and Tsuzuki wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed or relieved.

He heard Hisoka huff loudly and the hand at his neck went into his hair, tugging briefly, as if the gentle pull was intended to stop his thoughts from spiraling out of control. Not that he fought against it, it was one of the few things that were keeping him grounded. "Don't think so much. I want this as much as you do." A soft snort and low shaking of the head. "I may even want it more."

"Hisoka?"

"Forget it," said blond interjected quickly, changing the subject, and yanking at his partner's hair again for good measure. "Now hurry up. Unlike you, I'm not very patient."

With a sudden, comforted laugh, Tsuzuki tilted his head forward enough so that their noses touched. "I already knew that."

Hisoka made a disgruntled sound and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "If you know so much, then why do you insist on drawing this out? Get. On. With. It." He grounded the last few words between his teeth jerkily but he was starting to breathe a little quicker and it made Tsuzuki think that maybe, just maybe, Hisoka felt as uneasy as he did.

"So demanding," Tsuzuki joked, flashing him a grin as he slipped his arms around the blond's waist and pressed their lips together.

Hisoka didn't know much about kissing, but he decided later that this one was hot, scolding, and much too short. He wasn't expecting to feel Tsuzuki's rush of emotions so strongly through the contact of their lips and it stirred something inside him, made his stomach clutch and his heart flutter almost desperately.

His other hand came up to grip tightly onto Tsuzuki's shoulder as his feet all but swept out from under him. Tsuzuki's strong arms easily held him up, supporting him, as Hisoka's mind went blank and his pulse leapt to roar in his head.

The whole thing lasted only seconds, but it was long enough to shock and burn them both.

When Tsuzuki pulled away, Hisoka found himself unconsciously shifting forward, almost like he was trying to keep their lips together. But there was a space between them now- even though their faces remained close- and while he didn't understand all the chaotic feelings going on inside him, he knew that he wanted Tsuzuki to kiss him again. And soon.

Tsuzuki seemed just as eager and affected-it didn't take empathy to notice that- the brunet's dark eyes and heavy panting were more than indication. Knowing this made Hisoka unconsciously relax against the older man, feeling more pleased with himself and the initiative he'd taken in deciding to forcibly move in with Tsuzuki. He would never confess how anxious he was when he first entered his partner's apartment, because truthfully, he didn't know what he would have done if Tsuzuki had refused him. But here he was, in an embrace with the person he loved and who loved him back, both of them truly and deliriously happy.

"So, what other milestones have we missed?" he asked, having recovered after a moment of contented silence had taken place between them. "It looks like we've gotten kissing and hand-holding down."

"Well, there's dating and…." He trailed off, unsure if he should say the last word-but the blond must have picked up on it because he gave a small smile, and tightened his hand in Tsuzuki's hair reassuringly.

"Since we're going to be living together, I'm sure we can find time when we're both free to go on dates. As for the other thing…well, we'll work up to it." He flushed a little and shyly met the brunet's eyes with his own. "I just need a little more time."

"Of course," Tsuzuki replied, gazing back at him adoringly. "However long you need."

Hisoka's smile widened and then, his expression suddenly became daring as he leaned in to murmur quietly, "But for now, I wouldn't mind another kiss."

This time Tsuzuki didn't hesitate in drawing Hisoka further into his arms and the blond made a low, delighted sound against him as their lips brushed once, twice.

They still had a little time before the movers came after all.

End.

Happy Birthday, Eria! :D A drabble with aggressive (seme) Hisoka is your present!

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