Dreams

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Lips, brushed against his, softly at first, but then more demanding, harsher. The sweet friction causing him to writhe against his partner. Teeth nipped at his lower lip, and he gasped, allowing the other the entrance they both craved. A tongue, it was swirling inside his mouth, locked in a war with his own. The boy moaned, his pale cheeks flushed, and his closed eyes gathering a few tears of anticipation. A hand, sliding down his bare torso and grasping alr already solid flesh it found between the boy’s legs. The boy cried out and thrust his small hips into the touch, bucking madly against the slow languorous touches that were driving him towards the brink of insanity.

Just a little more and he’d be there. The touches increased in speed and fervor until with an anguished shout the boy came, the name of his lover spilling from his lips like sweet honey.

“Tsu—Tsuzukiiii!!!” he screamed.


Hisoka groaned as he awoke from the dream. It had happened again. He khis his eyes closed, fighting to stay asleep and ignore his current situation, but the sticky wetness on his thighs and lower abdomen won out and he was forced to wake up and slide out of bed.

He switched on his lamp, and pulled his pajama bottoms off. He didn’t know why he bothered to wear at at all. It was all Tsuzuki’s fault. Ever since he’d kissed him that day Hisoka dreamt of it every night. Not just the kiss either, other things too. He cursed quietly and pulled the sheet and blanket from the bed. He moved quickly, replacing the garments, and crawling back in.

It probably hadn’t affected Tsuzuki at all. He was probably sleeping soundly, all filled with the sweets he’s no doubt eaten before bed. Damn it all to hell, now he couldn’t sleep. He wondered if he should go see Tsuzuki, but it was early… then again, this was all his fault anyway wasn’t it? Irritation and frustration soon decided for him, and he was dressed in a matter of minutes.


Tsuzuki groaned at the knock at his door. Who would be so depraved as to be calling on him at this hour in the morning? He buried his head in the pillow, but to no avail, the insistent knocking was soon joined by an insistent voice. Tsuzuki, it called. Familiar… the voice belonged to... Hisoka?! What was wrong? Tsuzuki was immediately on his feet. He grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them on.

“I’m coming!!” he called, worry tingeing his voice. He rushed to the door, and opened it. Hisoka stood stunned. The god from his dr was was now standing in front of him, shirtless, and he was every bit as beautiful as he’d been in the dream. Hisoka felt his cheeks heat, and he lowered his gaze to the floor.

“Hisoka?” asked the older shinigami. Hisoka felt concern and worry wash over him. Thoughts that were whirring through Tsuzuki’s head tore at his own.

“You think too loudly.” Hisoka murmured. Tsuzuki laughed and scratched his head.

“Come on in.” he said, motioning to the apartment. Hisoka nodded, his blonde hair covering his eyes. Tsuzuki backed up, allowing Hisoka access to the apartment.

The two walked to the living room. Tsuzuki sat on the couch and Hisoka sunk into the chair.

“What’s wrong ‘Soka?” mumbled Tsuzuki.

“I… I can’t sleep.” He whispered, blushing furiously, he shouldn’t have come. This was too embarrassing.

“Are you having nightmares again?” asked the older man.

Hisoka shook his head. “Ie.” He answered.

“What is it then?” Hisoka felt concern and curiosity pressing in on him, he was getting annoyed again.

“You!” he snapped. “I can’t sleep because every time I do I dream about you. It’s all your fault! Ever since you... you… kissed me… I can’t sleep.”

Tsuzuki sat stunned. He had had that kind of effect on the boy? He hadn’t thought it meant anything to Hisoka. He’d acted so normal after it, Tsuzuki had been so hurt. He’d spent a lot of time dreaming of that kiss as well.

“Gomen.” Tsuzuki whispered. “I’m sorry I made it hard for you.”

Tsuzuki stood up and walked over to Hisoka where he sat. He dropped onto his knees in front of the boy and looked up at him.

“I couldn’t help it. I’d wanted to do it ever since you said I could stay with you. I love you so much, I can’t help myself sometimes. I just want to see you smile, or that blush on your cheeks.” Tsuzuki blushed as he realized he sounded really corny.

“Honto… Honto ni?” Hisoka asked not looking at Tsuzuki.

“Really.” Tsuzuki affirmed.

End Part 1!

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