Finally got to some adult material this chapter. My first fanfic yaoi scene. Reviews are lovely and thank you all for the feedback. Woohoo for three chapters in one day! \o/

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Hisoka glared angrily at the door. The mischief in his brother's voice and emotions was unmistakable. It seemed like the other wanted to make his blush permanent. When the two left he slammed the door closed, but the sound wasn't loud enough to cover the faint giggle coming through the door. His brother's slave was laughing at him. Just great. He must have looked like a complete fool. With a sigh Hisoka looked over at the bathing room. He knew he should get a bath before bed, but he also knew Tsuzuki would need one. On top of that there would not be enough warm water for the two of them to bathe separately. He didn't want to see anyone else that day so he didn't dare call for the servant that usually warmed up the water. With an internal scream he realized they would have to bathe together. His face heated and he tried to tone it down before turning to Tsuzuki.

"Come on." He said hesitantly as he led the other toward the bathing room. After he made his way to the tub he checked the water. It was still rather warm. He could possibly get two different baths, but he didn't want to risk Tsuzuki getting sick. "There's not enough warm water . . . we'll have to bathe together." His mouth felt thick as he spoke and his face flamed to an even brighter red. In the water his reflection showed just how red he had become.

"Master . . . if you want I don't have to bathe tonight." Tsuzuki's hesitant suggestion sounded like pity to Hisoka and if there was one thing he couldn't stand it was pity. He gathered all of his resolve and turned to Tsuzuki.

"No, if you sleep like this you'll get that powder all over my bedclothes. You're getting a bath." Turning quickly back to the bath Hisoka began to gather his things to keep his resolve from wavering. The sound of clothing rustling behind him brought back the earlier image from Tsuzuki's bath to his mind and he tried so hard to keep the blush from rising to his cheeks. It was impossible. His skin was so pale that even the smallest blush was clearly visible on his face. Before he lost his resolve Hisoka began to remove his own clothes.

His body was frail, thin, almost sickly looking and he realized that he would never grow out of it. He had trained just as hard as Tatsumi had when it came to fighting, but where Tatsumi gained muscle Hisoka seemed to get that much smaller. Hisoka had also tried to hide most of his life the fact that somewhere along the line he had been cursed. He didn't know when they appeared or how, but intricate markings were trailed all along his body. His thought was that maybe these were what kept him looking so frail, but he never dared to show anyone else, not even his brother. If his father had ever found out . . .

Hisoka shuddered as he opened his shirt letting it fall to the ground. When he didn't feel eyes on him he glanced back at Tsuzuki. The other neko must have somehow sensed his insecurity and had turned to look at the other side of the room. The brown tail was swaying gently and his ears were flicking ever so faintly. Despite a growing blush Hisoka found that he couldn't take his eyes away from the other. His eyes trailed down one arm and he caught sight of a nasty looking scar on his left wrist. Frowning a bit his ears flicked back and forth. What could that be from? He'd have to figure it out later. Slowly and using all of his nerve he dropped the rest of his clothes and settled in the water.

"All right, get in." Hisoka said once he managed to wrangle in his blush somewhat. With it under control he kept his eyes on the surface of the water to keep them from straying up to Tsuzuki's body. He watched the surface ripple and his blush spread despite not even looking up. Now just how was he going to wash without moving or looking up?

"Master . . . c-can I wash your hair?" The voice was quiet and hesitant. Hisoka found it hard to decide his answer. One part of him screamed 'no way in hell', but another small part of him didn't want to say 'no' to the other. He didn't want to be touched especially by someone he knew could knock him out just by being around him. And yet he wanted to be touched by this Tsuzuki. Everything was swirling around in his head that he hadn't even realized he'd spoken.

"Fine." He felt a very faint feeling of compete happiness filter through the spell Tatsumi's present had put on him. Why could such a simple answer make the other so happy? He suddenly felt a warm body move closer to his own and he tensed. A gentle drizzle of warm water fell on his head, but somehow managed to stay out of his ears. He couldn't hold back a purr especially when the hands slid through his hair. Something in the back of his mind curled up and purred wanting nothing more than to lean into those hands. He wondered how Tsuzuki could be so good at this.

"Tari let me wash his hair when we were at the slave house. His hair was thicker and pretty, but I like yours better." The last part was added quietly and Tsuzuki could almost see him blushing. Hisoka didn't realize, but he must have asked the question out loud. His own blush grew hearing that Tsuzuki liked his hair better. Tsuzuki continued to massage the shampoo in his hair. He tried hard to fight back the whimper when those hands fell away only to be replaced by a cascade of warm water. "Was that okay, Master?" Carefully Hisoka brushed his long bangs back away from his face and lowered his head blushing more.

"Hisoka." There was a confused sound and Hisoka tried to gather his nerve again. "W-when it's just the two of us, call me 'Hisoka'." He gathered his courage and looked back. Tsuzuki had a small blush on his face as well as a small smile.

"W-was that okay, H-hisoka?" There was a lot more hesitation in the question. Hisoka found it completely adorable, but tried to hide it. To answer the question he nodded his head not able to trust his voice right now. And there was that faint happy feeling. How could he be so happy with just these simple gestures?

"Go on ahead and wash yourself." Hisoka finally managed out. He quickly ran the soap over himself then rinsed it off. Once he was sure his back was turned Hisoka climbed out of the tub and quickly wrapped his robe around himself. It covered everything and the prince didn't have to worry about anyone seeing the marks on his skin. "Come out when you're finished. I'll find something for you to wear to bed."

"Yes, M-Hisoka." Tsuzuki called out from the tub. He looked up at him with a bright smile then ducked his head under the water. Hisoka ran out of the room and went to find clothes. None of his own pajamas would fit, but he did have a pair of pants that the servants had accidentally left in his wardrobe during the last laundry run. They would fit Tsuzuki, but unfortunately he didn't have a shirt for the other to wear. Usually he would have gone to Tatsumi's room and demand a shirt, but he didn't want to leave Tsuzuki here and he didn't want to go alone. He let out a sigh and quickly changed into his own clothes. Once he was changed he set the pants on the chair near the door and crawled under the covers. The air was colder in his bedroom without the insulation and the heat from the water.

"Hisoka?" Instantly Hisoka turned his eyes away from the door a blush on his face. From under the blankets on his bed he pointed to the pants on the chair. "Those are all I have that'll fit you." He explained with a blush. There was a light rustle and then silence. He waited for another weight to come to the bed, but it seemed like it wasn't going to come. After waiting a while he glanced out from under the blankets to see Tsuzuki curling up on the floor. There was no way Hisoka was going to let this happen.

"Get up here. You'll get sick sleeping on the floor." Although there was hesitation in his movements Tsuzuki sat up and climbed onto the bed. Hisoka felt his face heat again as he caught sight of the other's chest. His body felt hot and he knew it wasn't just the blankets covering him. With a small amount of reluctance he pulled the blankets up to allow Tsuzuki under them. He heard the content purr as Tsuzuki snuggled into the warm comfortable bed. It was plenty big for the two of them, but somehow Hisoka felt like it wasn't nearly big enough.

"Thank you, Mast- I mean Hisoka. I've never slept in a bed like this before. It's so comfortable." Tsuzuki said in a purr as he curled up under the blankets. They had two feet between them and Hisoka swore he could feel Tsuzuki's body heat.

"Whatever, just go to sleep, idiot." He mumbled burying his head in the pillow and turning so his back faced Tsuzuki. There was a gentle purr and a soft snore and Hisoka felt his body relax with the warmth. Slowly he drifted off to sleep.

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Watari let out a small yelp as he was pushed into the bathing chambers. His master had put a set of bedclothes in his hands and ordered him to get a bath. While Tatsumi had never been all that rough with him before this seemed extremely cold. He had glanced back to see the prince hiding a blush before the door was quickly closed shut. That made sense. His master had just become and adult, that meant he probably had not had much experience with these sorts of situations. As he sunk into the warm water he thought about how he should approach things. On the one hand, his master hadn't seemed like the type that would simply use him, but on the other Watari knew why he had been picked for Tatsumi. The king's leer and the looks the other men were giving him, Watari knew exactly why he'd been chosen. He didn't want to get his new master in trouble.

Carefully Watari washed his body and then soaked his hair. He scanned the different items in the bath to see which he should use. A bit hesitantly he opened the bottles sniffing each to see which would work better. When he made his choice he began to wash his hair. He would have to tempt his master past his barriers. Once he washed his hair he tried to dry his hair out so it was just a little damp and curled just right. Stepping out of the bath he pulled the pajamas on. The shirt had a set of buttons so Watari left them unfastened. He pulled the pants down so they rode low on his hips. There was no reflective surface to check his appearance, but he guessed he at least looked halfway decent. After parting his hair just the right way he walked to the door opening it.

"Master?" He walked out of the room looking over at his master. The prince was sitting by the window a candle lantern nearby and an open book in his hands. While he might have been reading before Watari was pleased to notice that those ocean blue eyes were fixed on him and had widened slightly. Other than that slight gesture everything about Tatsumi looked calm. He walked over slowly settling down on the bench beside him. Taking a small risk he leaned closer looking at the book. "What are you doing, Master?" He made sure his hand lightly grazed his master's while making it look like a coincidence. Tatsumi's body tensed at the brief contact and Watari smiled mentally.

"Just a history book." Tatsumi answered. If Watari hadn't trained himself to notice subtleties in others he might not have picked up on the catch in his master's voice. Instead he leaned even closer letting his hair tumble down one shoulder and over the prince's arm. His eyes weren't really focusing on the book, but instead were stealing glances up at Tatsumi watching for the reaction he wanted.

"What kind of history book?" Tatsumi's breathing quickened and very slowly Watari moved so he was practically sitting in his master's lap. After a moment of silence he realized the prince hadn't really heard his question. "Master?" He leaned up his tail swaying gently. There was a slight purr in his voice. When he didn't get a response for a while he moved his lips closer to Tatsumi's asking for an answer again. "Master?"

It all happened so suddenly Watari wasn't really prepared. Tatsumi's hand was pressing against the back of his neck and Watari found his lips captured. He was shocked for a moment, but the second he recovered he was kissing back. It felt so good he nearly forgot his own purpose. He didn't forget it completely though and moved in to deepen the kiss. He guessed that Tatsumi had not had much experience with these situations, but he seemed to learn really fast. Watari opened his mouth and ran his tongue along those lips. The taste was so intoxicating he knew he was addicted immediately, especially when the lips parted and he was able to taste the inside of his mouth. Watari couldn't hold back a purr as he coaxed Tatsumi's tongue to join in his sparring match.

Watari only pulled back when his lungs were burning for air and even when he did he was sure to remain close to his master. His face was flushed and his head felt like it was spinning. When he looked up at Tatusmi he found those ocean blue eyes were so much darker, almost like the twilight sky. He finally let himself succumb and he melted right there in his master's lap. Strong arms caught him and held him against his chest. Watari purred and inhaled the smell of his master and promptly committed it to memory. "Master." He purred leaning up to nose the strong neck in front of him. It was slight, but Tatsumi's head tilted up to expose more of the neck. Watari couldn't help himself and he let his tongue flick out to taste the tantalizing skin in front of him. Meanwhile his hands roamed over the broad chest he was leaning against. The fabric of Tatsumi's clothes weren't exactly thin, but he could feel the heat from his body. It made him want to do this all the more.

Suddenly he was picked up and he could feel the wind around them as Tatsumi moved swiftly to the bed. The feeling of soft blankets and a comfortable mattress under him brought a purr close, but the warm body hovering over his own brought it out. He slid his arms up the chest and over strong shoulders before his lips were captured in a soul-stealing kiss. His master must be a quick learner since after a few moments the tongue was pressed against his lips. Without a moments hesitation Watari parted his lips and sucked the muscle into his mouth with a long low purr. The kiss lasted until Tatsumi pulled back. He caught Watari's eyes as they both panted. "Are you sure . . .?" His master asked with slightly lowered ears. Instantly Watari sealed his lips to Tatsumi's pulling him completely on top of him.

"Sooooo very sure, Master." Watari purred with a smirk. He nuzzled Tatsumi's ear with a purr and nosed his way down to lick his neck. "Have you ever done this before?" As embarrassing as it had to be to answer Watari needed to know. If Tatsumi hadn't he would take the lead and show the other what to do. With a faint blush the prince shook his head. It wasn't something he had really focused on in his life. To get rid of the embarrassment Watari pressed a kiss to his neck then when he was distracted enough he rolled them over so he was sitting on top of Tatsumi straddling his hips. "Don't worry, Master. Everyone has a first time." Letting his hair curtain their heads Watari leaned down for another kiss. He knew he was addicted, but he could care less at this point. As they kissed he trailed a hand down unfastening the robes to expose the chest his hands were just itching to touch.

To spread the sections apart he let his hands skim across his chest. It caused his master's breathing to hitch and brought a smile to his face. Watari didn't want to just guess how his master was feeling he wanted to hear his reactions. His hands trailed up to tease Tatsumi's nipples as he rolled his own hips against his. A low moan rose past those perfect lips and Watari beamed as his own moan slipped past his lips. Now completely sure Tatsumi was enjoying himself he leaned down to kiss his neck. Slowly he trailed down to his chest using lips and his tongue to wring out the little sounds that Watari desperately wanted to hear. He paid attention to each nipple in turn listening to that deep voice moan and gasp in pleasure. It was pure ecstasy for him and he wanted to hear more.

Watari sat up and slowly removed his shirt tossing it to the side. He flipped his hair up over his head only to have it drape back down over them when he leaned over again. His hands trailed down his chest and slowly brought his pants down. His eyes widened seeing what was before him. Tatsumi was huge. It made Watari squirm just thinking about it. He purred unable to help himself as he leaned forward. His tongue darted out to lick the tip wringing out a moan from the prince. It tasted like the rest of him, but hearing that moan made it even more intoxicating. He had to hear more. His licked his way back down to the base then moved back up to the tip in one long stroke.

"Watari . . ." Watari shuddered with a purr at hearing his name spoken with a voice much deeper than before. He continued to lick the erection in front of him before he pulled back panting. His tolerance was wearing thin and he needed to feel the other right now. He stood up then slowly removed his own pants before climbing on top of Tatsumi straddling his hips. Raising himself on his knees he reached behind him giving Tatsumi one firm stroke before guiding the member where he wanted it to be. He paused looking down in deep blue lust-filled eyes before lowering himself with a low moan.

"M-master, y-you're so . . ." His ears lowered in pleasure and a little pain and he stilled his hips. Large hands rested on his hips. He opened his eyes and gave a gentle smile even as he panted. After a moment he pressed Tatsumi even further. When pain was registered in his voice those hands would tighten on his hips and keep him from going any further. This touched Watari even as he relaxed. His master didn't want to hurt him. He seemed to be treating him as a genuine person instead of just a slave for him to use and abuse as he saw fit. This made Watari all the more determined to make this experience as good for Tatsumi as he possibly could. Gathering all of his energy he forced himself to relax and impaled himself on the rest of the long hard member. He let out a cry even as Tatsumi moaned out his own pleasure.

Watari had never felt so full in his entire life. He gave himself just enough time to relax before he began to move his hips at an agonizingly slow pace. His hope was to drive Tatsumi mad with pleasure then push him far over the edge. He leaned over kissing him deeply as he began to move faster and harder. It felt so good and Watari quickly lost himself to the feelings shooting through his body. "Master!" He mewled as he had managed to angle his hips just right.

Their pace picked up as Tatsumi's hips moved instinctively to match Watari's thrusts. Watari threw his head back with a moan as he struggled to hold himself back until his master reached his climax, a task that became much harder when Tatsumi's hand moved from his hips to Watari's own erection and began stroking him. It took a few tries, but soon they were in sync entirely. It made it so much harder to hold back and the neko began to move his hips faster urging his master to release. With a loud moan Tatsumi thrust once more into Watari before he came. Feeling his master's climax triggered Watari's own and he came with a hoarse cry before his body went limp and he fell forward. Cushioned by his master's chest he lay there panting heavily trying to regain his breath. Closing his eyes Watari realized that he had never felt so good in his life.

There was a gentle tugging and Watari forced himself to move. He sat up then let Tatsumi slide out of him causing him to moan before he stood up. Watari saw him sit up then quickly walked to the bathing chamber. He grabbed a wet cloth then walked back inside. Gently he cleaned off the prince's chest and stomach and then his own before rinsing the cloth in the water. When he came back out his master had put on a pair of pants similar to the ones he'd been given to wear for bed.

"Put those pajamas on then come here." Tatsumi's voice sounded almost gentle and Watari beamed as he did what he was told. He crawled up on the bed and next to his master. The prince brought an arm around them then pulled the blankets over them both. With a purr Watari snuggled up to the strong chest and closed his eyes. A contented purr rumbled through the chest and helped lull him into a peaceful sleep.