Office overtime

Discl: Not mine, never will be. Le sigh. This is for fun and fangirlism, not for any kind of profit.

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Office overtime
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Quiet. It was hauntingly quiet all through JuuOhCho. That was understandable, since it was already after office hours. In fact, the sun was silently setting in the background, and even the most diligent employees were heading home.

So why was it that Tsuzuki Asato, well known for his slacking and his indifference towards work, was still at his desk, shuffling papers? That was exactly what he thought too, as he frowned and glared at the pile of paperwork. If it were his choice, he’d be long home, sipping hot cocoa on the sofa while cuddling with Hisoka.

Yes, they were officially a couple now. It came out some months ago, when Tatsumi happened to walk in on them in a rather compromising situation… Well, they were in the break room, it was only waiting to happen! Tatsumi managed to keep his cool, glaring and reminding Tsuzuki about the obvious lack of privacy in the office.

Later Watari came over with a congratulatory cake (which they didn’t dare to taste) and a speech about the beauty of love. Then he tried to convince Hisoka to try his newest formula for a gender changing potion. Needless to say, but that’s when he got promptly kicked out of the room by a fuming Hisoka. Except not after Tsuzuki hogged the cake (well, he thought he’d take his chances anyway).

Back in the presence, Tsuzuki was geg feg fed up with all the work. His eyes darted continuously to his partner, who was surprisingly enough also there. Tsuzuki had done his best puppy impression to achieve that. If he had to tackle infinite amount of boring papers, he’d rather have a little company! Now if he just could keep his eyes on the paper…

He sneaked another peek at Hisoka, who was intently reading a thick book, barely aware the bangs falling over his face. Only when they fell to his eyes he cared enough to blow them away, or sweep them back with a careless flick of hand. He was probably oblivious to his own beauty. Or maybe he just didn’t care for appearances. But even so, he was beautiful, no matter how hard he ignored it or tried to hide it. His green eyes were cold, but so captivating, and the rare times they softened were Tsuzuki’s most treasured moments. Even after he’d seen the full delectable sweetness of Hisoka, those eyes were always what caught him.

Not that his body wasn’t nice too. Actually, it was so priceless to see the pale skin stretch and thin limbs quiver in pleasure; the mere thought brought delicious tingles down his back. In that boyish frame and soft outlines Hisoka had a certain innocent charm, like a fresh fruit dangling from its branch, tempting the observer to have it even if it was strictly forbidden by God himself. And just like the legends, it remained as every man’s secret dream, to have a sweet young thing to spoil and pamper, not forgetting all private tutoring.

His young partner was also a quick learner. It might take a while to get him to try anything new, but it was worth all the trouble. For when pushed just enough, Hisoka could reach a kind of trance, where he forgot his timidity and all useless thoughts crowding his pretty head, and simply went with his body’s commands. It was truly amazing to see such a total change from shy and reserved to poised and expressive.

There were some downs too too. Not just the fact it took a lot of foreplay, including setting the mood, but when it happened, he was practically insatiable. Although Tsuzuki was physically young and healthy, he still had trouble satisfying his nymph in that state. But that didn’t stop him aiming for it, if only to hear that usually bland monotone trembling and begging…

“Tsuzuki no baka!”

“What?” Tsuzuki was thrown out the loop.

“Control your stupid thoughts. I’m choking on pheromones here,” Hisoka said while flipping a page.

“Ano, I don’t wanna… My thoughts are so much better than these stupid papers! Can’t you even help me here?”

“No. You know, you really should learn some self control.”

Tsuzuki stopped to think for a moment. Oh yes, he is perfectly capable of serious thoughts. However, there was nothing really serious about them now.

“Hisoka? You would want me to control myself?”

“Hnn.”

“And you’d like it if I were more reserved and composed,” he probed further.

“Yes,” Hisoka answered. What was this all suddenly about?

“Composed, reliable and all over cool. Now who could be like that?” Tsuzuki rubbed his chin in mock thought, then abruptly stopped, strolled over to Hisoka and decisively pried the book out of his hands.

“Asato…” Hisoka called in that tone mothers used for their disobedient children. Except that Hisoka’s implied threat was far worse than getting sent to a room alone. No, he could whack the living daylights out of Tsuzuki, lock him out of their home in the rain and then make him sleep in the bathtub, or even (gasp!) empty his super secret candy stash into the trash bin.

Yes, it really is like this in the Tsuzuki-Kurosaki household. The little puppy Asato is totally and utterly under Hisoka’s pinkie, well except maybe when they’re in the bedroom or the numerous other places they happen to be in. Then again, that’s also debatable. Are you on top only if you’re on top?

Anyway, the terrible threat didn’t work this time. Tsuzuki had a plan, and if it worked he could forget about all paper products in two minutes or less.

“I think,” Tsuzuki said as he turned to put the book away and reach for something in his pockets, “that you don’t want me to change that much. I think you want someone else entirely.”

Hisoka was dumbstruck. The serious words were in total discord with the light hearted emotions. But he couldn’t be playing another game, could he?

After that one embarrassing incident Hisoka had put his foot down and commanded, very explicitly: no fooling around in office. Tsuzuki didn’t like it, but wasn’t about to risk his sweets.

Maybe he’d forgotten? In that case, he needed an instant reminder.

“Tsuzuki Asato, if this is one of your stupid games you can save it…”

“Kurosaki-kun, you haven’t seen your partner around now?” Tsuzuki said casually as he turned around, fixing his tie straight and pushing a pair of glasses up his nose.

“Tsuzuki!!”

“Aa, that’s who I was looking for. Something wrong, Kurosaki-kun?” Tsuzuki continued calmly, approaching Hisoka slowly. “Have you forgotten my name by any chance? Cat caught your tongue? It’s rather simple, only three syllables. Ta-tsu-mi. Could you repeat that for me? Ta -- tsu -- mi.”

Hisoka gulped. This was rather weird. Tsuzuki was imitating their stern shadow master, and doing it eerily accurate. He even moved like him. His posture was stern and confident, and he seemed to possess a strong, almost intimidating presence. What was most disturbing though, was that Hisoka found it somewhat exciting.

“Ta…tsumi,” he echoed hesitantly.

“Good. Now it seems Tsuzuki-san has left. Well, that’s all right. It’s quite rare nowadays to catch you without him. Looks like I have my opportunity now,” Tsuzuki kept nearing him, towering over his huddled form.

“Opportunity… for what?” Hisoka asked, almost whispering.

“Why, I thought you’d know. I guess I’ll have to spell it out then. Lately, I have been very attracted to you. And I thought I might be something you’d miss being with him. I can’t see how you’ve dealt with that slacker for this long. I could be so much more, your strength… if you let me,” he softly explained as he ran his fingers down Hisoka’s face, tipping his head up. “Would you let me?”

Tsuzuki laid a tender kiss on his lips, petting his cheek with his fingertips. Meeting no immediate resistance he took a firm hold on the blonde’s face and forced on a deep, demanding kiss. The intensity oose ose moves overwhelmed Hisoka, and soon he found himself responding, quietly surrendering.

As their tongues played the ancient dance, Hisoka was lifted up from his chair and carried on top of the table. Tsuzuki crushed the smaller body in his arms, embracing him tight as if trying to melt together.

Hisoka tried to wriggle out of the death grip, but it only increased the pressure of the embrace. Tsuzuki was startlingly strong, and this was the first time he showed it in this way. Pretending to be Tatsumi apparently brought out some deeper, otherwise hidden emotions. Hisoka could feel them crawling on his skin, swirling in the air. Possession, domination, a darker shade of passion. And despite what he expected, he couldn’t object. Tsuzuki was a black scorching flame, and he was the doomed moth.

Somehow that comparison should have bothered him. Should have.

Finally he was released. Hisoka drew a deep breath, feeling his chest expanding back to normal. If he had the mind to feel relieved, it would’ve been untimely. For nothing prepared him to the next strike.

“I never really liked this shirt,” Tsuzuki purred. “It covers too much, and the colour in simply…” With that, he grabbed the orange garment and ripped it in two.

Hisoka let out a surprised yelp. This was certainly unusual. Any other time he’d be furious about the los his his shirt, but whatever was the fire in Tsuzuki that possessed him to do this, had caught on him too. His cheeks were flaming scarlet, and his veins pushed liquid fire down his body.

“Much better,” Tsuzuki observed his work, satisfied with the result. “I wonder how far I can make that pretty blush wander…”

Their eyes locked for a moment. The office light glinted and bounced back from the metal frames and reflected on the glasses. His face was void of the usual playfulness and gentleness. It was almost ridiculous how Tsuzuki normally treated Hisoka like a piece of frail china. Always so careful, moving so tenderly as if he’d break under a normal touch.

Now that wariness was gone. And good riddance, Hisoka thought. He wasn’t about to breaom aom a little rough play. He was not a child. In fact, this new rawness was refreshing. Wonder if he’ll even prepare me, he pondered, unconsciously licking his lips.

Tsuzuki took that chance to dive to those pink lips, flicking his tongue over them, tasting every spot. His hands went to his tie, loosening it and fumbling his jacket off.

Before he got to undo his shirt, his hands were swatted away.

“Let me,” Hisoka said, and undid the first two buttons. Then he took edg edges in his fists and tore them apart. One button snapped off to his jaw and bounced away, others either rolling to the floor or dangling by thin threads. But the shirt was open now, and that’s what mattered.
ow wow we’re even,” he smirked.

Tsuzuki grinned back. “Why, Kurosaki-kun. I didn’t know you liked it rough. Well, that’s fine for me…” And he dipped his head down as he yanked Hisoka’s ash blonde hair back to reveal more white milky skin. His mouth attacked the exposed area, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks.

With glee, he noted how his mouth left a trail of purple, quickly fading spots on the far complexion. He nibbled and suckled his way down the side of the neck, to the shoulder, and by the collarbone. He heard Hisoka sigh silently with every move. It was nearly enough.

“Tell me, Hisoka, are you a screamer?” he drawled in between licks. “I’d love to hear you moan and yell my name. Even better if you cry.”

“Aa, I can get loud… how… how should I call you?” Hisoka managed to ask.

“Tatsumi is fine.”

“Oh…okay… Aah!” Hisoka called out as the relentless mouth found his nipple. His were very sensitive, to the point where he could reach the edge of release by mouth and fingers on them only. And right now, Tsuzuki’s mouth was latched onto on puckered nub, tongue flicking across and swirling around the way that made him absolutely crazy. A light graze of teeth every now and then made him bite his lip trying to stifle a scream. Then he recalled he was just asked to be as vocal as he wanted. And to call his partner Tatsumi. That thought brought only more heat to his face.

“Tatsumi! More!” he whimpered, and immediately felt the tension in the room go up a notch. Hisoka knew Tsuzuki well enough to know how he felt about Tatsumi, and the secretary’s feelings were a well known secret. Once he and Tsuzuki even had a talk about him, how he had that unapproachable, strong presence coupled with a liberal dose of sex appeal. Lately Hisoka had noticed an effect on him too. That was most likely because of Tsuzuki. Their relationship had taught him to leave some of his past behind and his hung ups were gradually disintegrating.

Ironic, really, that such a fulfilling relationship made him more aware of other people. Tatsumi was just the first one he noticed in that way, after the obvious one.

Still his partner worked wonders on him. He knew just to kto keep him on a certain level, enough to keep him fully aroused but not enough to go over. Then suddenly, the sweet torture stopped.

“Oi, what now…” Hisoka grumbled.

“Did you like that?” Tsuzuki purred. “Want more? Tell me, Hisoka, do you want this?” Hectuactuated every word with a thrust of his hips.

“Ye-yes! Please, Tatsumi…”

Tsuzuki was pleased. His nymph was coming out. His back arched, eyes nearly closed and soft lips slightly ajar, he looked like somethout out of a fairytale. It was almost true, as pe rae rarely believed in gods of death anymore. But that curve of his graceful neck was calling for attention, no time to admire the rest of him.

With a feral growl he attached to the inviting neckline, biting and licking, all the while thrusting their groins against each other. He knew the back of the neck was one of Hisoka’s hot spots, so he reached his fierce attention there too. Hisoka responded with a mewl and his muscles tensed, bringing more skin contact.

With a shiver of excitement Tsuzuki placed his hands on the small of Hisoka’s back, gliding lower and giving a squeeze. The breathy response added fuel to his fire. His blood was racing by now, pooling between his thighs. It was nearly painful, since he was quite hard already. A quick thought passed by, how he maybe should feel jealous hearing his lover calling another man’s name like that, but he didn’t. If Hisoka had desires for someone else, he was free to have them. After all, Tsuzuki was guilty of the same sin.

Almost out of their own accord, their hips were moving. Rubbing, thrusting, swinging in erratic rhythm, their bodies danced. Lips fell on lips like opposite sides of a magnet. In their fervour, they lost track on everything; time, place, nothing mattered. The world was condensed in the radius of a few feet where they grinded and devoured each other.

“Please… take me…” Hisoka breathed out as Tsuzuki paused.

Next thing he knew Hisoka was pushed down to the table, Tsuzuki’s hands busy with his jeans. Soon r trr trousers were on a forgotten heap on the floor. Two fingers plunged into his mouth, and he rolled them around his mouth, lathering them with saliva. Then they withdrew, leaving him with a small noise of impatience.

Meanwhile Tsuzuki marvelled at the sight of his writhing, flushed sex kitten, who was lifting his slim hips up for attention. Truly, he felt quiroudroud of himself, for being able to bring that out. His whole body was screaming at him, to push on, take him right there. Only one thing held him back: he once promised not to hurt him. However rough they played, taking him with neither preparation nor proper lube was not acceptable.

So he trailed his wet fingers around the clenched entrance waiting for the muscles to relax. As they did he pushed in slowly, feeling the resistance lessen bit by bit. Slipping the second digit in he leaned forward to land soothing kisses on Hisoka’s heaving chest. The vanilla taste of his skin was now flavoured with a hint of salt, the light sheen of sweat changing also the scent into something heavier, more masculine.

Tweaking one nipple with his other hand Tsuzuki decided to tease just a little more. Withdrawing both fingers he asked once more: ”You want this for sure?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, yes!” Hisoka snapped, getting more than little annoyed with this prolonging. If he weren’t sure, would he be here, panting and pushing his butt in the general direction of those irritating fingers. Really, sometimes his partner was so… such a baka!

He was about to inform him of that, when the fingers slammed back in full force. Hisoka’s whole body bent back, every muscle jolting, as if touched by a high voltage wire. In a way he was. Tsuzuki had managed to brush that spot that caught his breath and sent white beams of light to his eyes. When the fingers slammed in again and again, he was done for. All he could as cas convulse in the rhythm of his release. Twitch, tense, relax. Twitch, tense, relax.

And without his recognition, his voice yelled out two names.

Before Hisoka gained his senses back or Tsuzuki had time to move, footsteps clicked behind the door. Both of them still dazzled, unable to speak up, were left to watch as the door creaked open.

There, on the doorstep, stood a tall figure, clad in a brown suit. The eyes behind glasses went wide as they scanned the room, a faint pink tinge rising to his cheeks. If the unlucky lovers ever wondered exactly how to make Tatsumi stutter, here they had their answer.

“Wh… how… ee, ano…” Tatsumi fumbled for words, every possible response going through his head but all evading his tangled tongue. Unti
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“TSUZUKI!!! Haven’t I told you to lock the damn door?!!”

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