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What Goes Bump In The Night	By : Yosuke Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > Yaoi-Male/Male > Tsuzuki/Hisoka Views: 1538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Goes Bump In The Night
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    It already seemed, right from the get-go, that it was going to be a long, uneventful night. Tsuzuki Asato hated those kinds of evenings, when seemingly the whole rest of the world was asleep, and yet you had just enough energy reserve racing through your skull to keep you active for no purpose other than just to deny you the sleep you knew you deserved. Tsuzuki sighed dejectedly as he crossed the small hotel room to flop down onto his bed, rigid and uncomfortable as it may have been. Midnight had hardly even breathed past, and the dark-haired man could think of nothing to do to occupy his time with. The fridge was empty and the cable selection was horrible. Short of pissing off Tatsumi by buying a pay-per-view movie, Tsuzuki couldn't summon any ideas.

   His head fell to the side, dark bangs brushing against his cheeks in the process as his eyes fell on the adjacent bed, where a slumbering Hisoka lay, still fully clothed with tinted cheeks, courtesy of the champagne they'd shared at dinner earlier that evening. Tsuzuki couldn't help but smirk a little. Hisoka was never very keen to the idea of drinking; he suspected it was something his family had been very cautious of. But once you got the alcohol to his lips, Hisoka would practically hit the floor. He just couldn't handle his drink well, but that probably had more to do with his fragile body. Poor Hisoka had died weak, and that had carried over to his shinigami body.

   Tsuzuki tried to keep his thoughts light, though, and attempted to recall how much the boy had actually drunk. Perhaps three... four glasses? Pretty good count, in Tsuzuki's opinion, but it had been more than enough. Hisoka had nearly fainted at the restaurant, and much to the boy's embarrassment, he'd found himself being towed to the hotel via Tsuzuki's back.

   Their budget for the trip was pretty much spent now; Champagne was not cheap, but Tsuzuki had insisted, and now the sleeping teenager would probably pay the price the next morning. A hungover Hisoka would indeed be an unpleasant sight, and Tsuzuki could only cringe at the thought of what kind of punishment he would suffer from it. The boy probably wouldn't speak to him for the whole rest of the trip, but he knew he'd get over it. Hisoka could never stay mad at his partner for very long. The two were just too close.

   The trip they'd taken was a simple inspection in Kyoto, and much to Tsuzuki's dismay, the schedule they'd been given was much too short. They would barely have any time to go anywhere else or do anything except for their assignment. And the assignment? A classic case of a possibly-haunted hotel, the one they were currently dozing in. It was all bull, in Tsuzuki's head, but he couldn't argue. He liked Kyoto, and he'd be damned if he passed up a chance to get out of the office.

   Hisoka, on the other hand, had been a little less enthusiastic about the whole thing. Being in an unfamiliar area was never entertaining for him, but as he was practically chained to Tsuzuki, he'd been forced to tag along. Tsuzuki felt a little bad then, and tried to start thinking up ways to make it up to Hisoka.

   His thoughts were all-too-suddenly interrupted by a loud pounding noise from the other side of the wall. It startled Tsuzuki, causing him to lurch off the bed and stare in wide-eyed anticipation at the far corner of the room. 'What on earth was that?' the man wondered to himself, quietly waiting to see if the sound would come around again. It did, even louder this time, causing the television on its stand to wobble and a picture frame to fall from its nail.

   Two thoughts struck Tsuzuki: One, there could be something rather violent happening in the room next to theirs, or two... a ghost.

   Tsuzuki wasn't quite sure what to believe, but knew an inspection was in order, jerking a little when the 'thud' resounded again, this time causing Hisoka to stir meekly on the bed. The older shinigami suddenly remembered his partner and walked to his side, ready to wake him so they could begin inspecting, or at the least let him know where he'd be in case he was too weak to join him.

   The banging noise hit sharply a fourth time, not quite as prominent this time, but still it helped to rouse Hisoka just a little more, eyes stubbornly staying shut to refuse in any light to his sensitive vision, and lips parting just a bit to make a pathetic whimper. In light of the ambiguous ruckus coming from the wall, Tsuzuki couldn't help but find the moment rather adorable, and smiled just a bit.

   "Hisoka, wake up for a moment," he spoke quietly, wary of the boy's champagne-induced sensory-overdrive. Hisoka's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he let out another small noise and twisted his head to the side, refusing to meet consciousness fully. Tsuzuki lightly shook his arms as a fifth, even fainter 'thud' smacked into the wall. "Hisoka, come on. Listen to me for a moment, okay? Then you can go back to sleep."

   "S... Stop it..."

   Tsuzuki's hands halted at the quiet command Hisoka had practically breathed out. The thin body seemed to want to move, but due to his lack of energy, Hisoka could only shift sluggishly against the sheets. The flush in his cheeks had grown brighter, and his breathing was coming out shorter than before.

   "Not now..." Again, Hisoka's voice was barely audible, but Tsuzuki caught it and could only wonder at what sort of dream his young partner was having. Keeping his touches light, he brushed the sand-colored bangs from the boy's face and tried to determine what he should do. The banging on the wall had died down to nothing (at least for now), and his partner was on the brink of illness and struck with a bad dream. It was his job to investigate, he knew, but Tsuzuki just couldn't leave Hisoka to suffer through this alone, whatever it was. He had his priorities, and he knew he'd get chewed out by the boss, but he could take it if it meant Hisoka would be alright.

   Finally, another faint 'thud' was heard, but the shinigami tried to ignore it as he moved to sit on the bed beside his sickly partner, resisting the urge to touch him too much, as he knew the boy's empathy would only be intensified by physical contact, and the last thing he needed right then was to have another person's emotions conflicting with whatever imaginary crisis Hisoka was battling with at that moment. When a rather horrible, faint growling noise drifted through from the other side of the wall, Tsuzuki felt a terrible shiver run up his spine at the prospect at whatever could have made that noise, but he wouldn't let it separate him from Hisoka. Whatever the source of the ruckus was would have to tear down the wall and come after him in order to get his full attention.

   Tsuzuki continued to watch Hisoka, who had begun to tremble a bit as his head twisted to the other side, knocking his hair back into his face. His lips parted to draw in a ragged breath and try to speak at the same time.

   "I... I can't..." was all he managed to get out before a light groan was wrenched from him and his back arched a bit. Finally, his eyelids fluttered just a little, catching Tsuzuki's attention as he leaned more closely over his partner.

   "Hisoka? C'mon, wake up."

   Hazy eyes opened slowly, wary of the bright light and clearly not wanting to be a part of reality at that moment. Through the glare of the light, he tried to find something he could recognize, to which Tsuzuki finally popped into his vision. He squinted at him, mouthing out his name a little. Tsuzuki gave a small smile in response, his fingers once again brushing back a few soft locks of hair from the lovely face.

   "Hisoka, I've got to go investigate something. Will you be alright by yourself for a bit?"

   A strangled whimper broke free from the boy's parted lips as his hands pawed weakly at his partner's chest, trying to grab onto something, anything to keep him from leaving. "No... Don't go, Tsuzuki..."

   This surprised the man a little, and thought for a moment that perhaps Hisoka might've been mistaking the dim reality he was in for the dream he'd been suffering through a moment ago.

   "Tsuzuki..."

   "Hisoka, I'll only be gone a moment. Just next door, okay?"

   "Tsuzuki, touch me..."

   The older shinigami sat up straighter for a moment, staring in wide-eyed confusion down at his younger partner, thinking he'd misheard him. "W... What?"

   Hisoka's movements were lethargic and weak, his fingers scratching lightly at Tsuzuki's shirt, most prominently at the buttons. His eyelids fluttered as if he were dizzy, and his breath came out in deep pants, his chest heaving with the weight of the sudden heat he was in. His cheeks were flushed and his skin had a light sheen to it. Whimpering again, he rolled his head up against the mattress, exposing a long, slender throat that Tsuzuki couldn't help but stare at as the boy took a breath and swallowed, then lowered his face to once again stare at the dark-haired man with an uneasy sense of neediness. "Touch me... Tsuzuki, I need you to touch me... Please... Please touch my body..."

   This time, Tsuzuki had to swallow, unsure of what it was exactly that Hisoka needed or why he was acting like this. He'd never seen the boy so... uninhibited before. Why would he suddenly want so much... contact? Especially when he hated to be touched by someone else?

   Tsuzuki tried to ignore Hisoka's intense gaze that had fixated so heavily on him, and the feather-light touches of his fingertips at the buttons of his shirt, and the way his slim body twisted slowly against the sheets, causing his clothes to slide this way and that, exposing the pale, taut stomach just beneath. He tried to ignore it all, but with Hisoka's previous request, it was becoming a bit harder than it should've been.

   "Hisoka, I don't know what's wrong with you, but, uh... I-I should get you some water." Tsuzuki stood to try and walk to the bathroom, but Hisoka's frail voice reached him first, crying out weakly to stop him.

   "Tsuzuki, please! Please... Please, don't go... Stay with me..." A trembling hand raised up to try and touch him again, but his reach wasn't quite long enough. The older shinigami had stopped and now stared at his partner with a mixed look of concern and reluctance. Hisoka looked so pitiful, so... desperate. Had the alcohol really done all this? Or was it something else?

   The older shinigami's eyes found the hand reaching towards him, and thought hard on it for a moment what action should be taken. If he ignored Hisoka, would the boy follow him? He didn't even look like he had the strength to sit up, let alone follow him into another room. If he humored Hisoka's request (whatever it was that he wanted), what would it lead to? Surely Tsuzuki, being the older and, on occasion, responsible one, could keep Hisoka from making any poor decisions, right?

   Those dark, violet eyes drifted to the exposed stomach on the bed, straining and writhing in the boy's efforts to perhaps find a more comfortable position and somehow reach the older shinigami, and before he knew it, Tsuzuki was right back on the bed, sitting beside Hisoka and once again brushing the soft hair from his face.

   "Hisoka, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here," Tsuzuki cooed, watching the boy's eyes close at the contact he was receiving, much like a pleased cat being pet the exact way it wanted.

   "Mmm... Tsuzuki..." Hisoka groaned out, rolling his head to the side and arching his back a little. "Please... please touch me..."

   "I... uh, I am, Hisoka." Tsuzuki's hand continued to sift through the blonde locks gently, but Hisoka merely whimpered in response and turned his head back to look up at his partner with hazy eyes and a small pout on his face.

   "No... Do it more..."

   "Hisoka, you're drunk," the older shinigami managed to finally get out, too worried that the accusation might offend the usually moralistic young boy, but it seemed to fly right over his head as his small hands moved to touch the other's arms lightly.

   "Tsuzuki, I need you," he breathed out, his body still twisting lazily against the sheets. "I need you... I want you... in me..."

   A couple million responses ran through Tsuzuki's head right then, ninety-five percent of them being outright objections and excuses as to why that was such a bad idea, and a rather small percentage being inquiries about why it was that Hisoka wanted Tsuzuki to, if he wasn't misinterpreting his words, fuck him. But the shock of the request had left the older man breathless and with no coherent response available. He could only stare in absolute wonder down at the trembling boy and focus solely on not doing anything to further tease the idea in Hisoka's head that his partner, Tsuzuki Asato, a man he could barely stand to be around on a daily basis, was a valid fuck-buddy.

   Another part of his brain also really wanted to know why it was that the normally docile Hisoka Kurosaki was suddenly so horny, but that just didn't seem to matter quite as much right then...

   The words "no way" danced on Tsuzuki's tongue for quite a few moments as he struggled to make them coherent in his own head, but the meek request from his trembling partner was becoming more prominent than his own voice, and the older shinigami could only stare wordlessly down at the pitiful boy, whose eyes never left his partner for a single moment, his breath shallow and audible, his tight, smooth belly peeking out from just under the rim of his thin shirt, his hips twisting sluggishly against the bed, his suddenly very inviting lips parted just slightly as if in anticipation...

   Before his mind could properly deliver the correct answer to Hisoka, his body made the decision for him with a very incorrect response by descending quickly and covering the boy's lips with his own. Hisoka let out a soft, muffled whimper, his eyes shutting at the contact as his partner gently kissed him, one hand holding tight to one of Hisoka's thin arms while the other trailed a thumb along the boy's cheekbone. Hisoka moaned into the kiss, trying to part his legs from under the body weight atop him. Tsuzuki allowed it, but took advantage of the position by making gentle grinding motions into the boy's slender hips, barely mocking the piston movements he knew he would making later to drive himself into the warm, inviting body.

   In the back of his mind, Tsuzuki knew what he was doing was wrong, and so awful that he almost couldn't bear a sober thought of it. Hisoka was drunk, and this was considered taking advantage of him, plus if Hisoka somehow came to remember this whole mess in the morning, Tsuzuki could easily imagine himself running terrified from his partner for a month or two.

   But there was just something about Hisoka tonight, the way he was moving so weakly yet so suggestively against him, the soft, almost feminine beckoning of his voice, the heat of his skin, the tongue pushing shyly against his own... Tsuzuki would have to try to make a mental note to somehow forgive himself later for this atrocity. In the meantime, he was going to give into his body's urges and fuck his partner.

   Almost without realizing it, the older shinigami found his hands searching bravely under the boy's shirt, fingertips tracing each rib, every muscle contour (as faint as they were), and the quickly-hardened nubs on his chest. Hisoka moaned into the mouth covering his own, his own hands alternately grasping weakly onto the broad shoulders and tangling in the soft black hair at the nape of his neck. Tsuzuki shivered at the sensation and pulled his hands from the shirt, instead choosing to work on unbuttoning the smaller shinigami's pants. Tsuzuki could feel how hard his partner was just from the brief touches, and had to resist the urge to moan at the prospect of what was to come.

   Hisoka felt what Tsuzuki was trying to accomplish and broke free from the kiss, tilting his head back against the pillow and arching into his partner's touch, desperate for more. With graceful and careful movements, Tsuzuki pulled the thin jeans off in a fluid motion, revealing lovely, slender legs, just as lovely and thin as any young woman's legs he'd ever seen. Tsuzuki sighed in appreciation and ran his hands up the length of each limb, caressing the bare, creamy thighs for a moment before swiftly pulling off the fitting briefs, leaving Hisoka bare from the navel down.

   A chill spread up the boy's body, eliciting a moan as he pressed his legs together, a sudden shyness surfacing. His hands gripped the edge of his shirt and tried to stretch it down to cover his groin, but Tsuzuki wouldn't allow it, and gently pushed the hands away, moving his body between his partner's legs to keep them apart. His eyes appraised the slight body beneath him, gaze hovering over the exposed length, which was quickly hardening, much to the older shinigami's delight.

   His fingers brushed the stiffening flesh in a feather-light caress, concerned the intimate contact would suddenly sober the boy up. Just the opposite, in fact, as Hisoka nearly sobbed Tsuzuki's name and dug his fingers into the bed sheets, his body wound up and his mind lost in the inexplicable lust that had so mysteriously come over him. Tsuzuki, for the life of him, couldn't understand what was going on with his partner, and vaguely felt a trace of concern for his well-being, but the half-naked body below him stole his thoughts back, and the older man continued his feather-light touches to the straining manhood.

   The contact was kept to a minimum, mainly out of curiosity on Tsuzuki's part, to see how long Hisoka could go before dropping his mask of modesty and begging for more. The touches were careful, brushing up the underside of the slim, pulsating length and down the side, watching in fascination as the smallest bit of pre-ejaculate beaded at the tip of the head. Hisoka's breath staggered with each elongated touch, his eyes hooded but watching Tsuzuki's face with harsh desire.

   "Tsu... Tsuzuki... I can't... I can't take it... Please..."

   His response was a calm, loving smile, the one he always gave Hisoka when the boy did something endearing. "It's okay, Hisoka. You'll be alright. Just let it happen, you'll be fine."

   The words seemed to wring the last bit of resistance from the younger shinigami as he tensed against the bed, screwing his eyes shut and gripping onto his own shirt, perhaps tempted again to yank it down and cover his manhood. Tsuzuki was taken a bit by surprise when Hisoka's flushed lips fell open, crying out weakly as he came harshly, semen spurting out in strings to stain his shirt and wet his partner's hand.

   As Hisoka's body rode harshly through the throes of his desire, his length throbbing and slowly softening and his breathing evening itself out, Tsuzuki made the decision that no matter what else happened that night, he would go through with this. He wanted to bed Hisoka, the small, secret desire he'd had tucked away in the back of his brain ever since he'd first met his sweet young partner coming to the forefront of his attention, taking maximum capacity of his thoughts. Hisoka Kurosaki was beautiful, in need of physical attention, and ready, oh so ready.

   Tsuzuki kissed the younger man again, this time more forcefully and deeper, his tongue pushing into the other mouth to search him out, to taste him fully. Hisoka responded well, his weak hands sliding along Tsuzuki's neck lightly, nails just barely scratching at the skin below his jaw and feeling some small joy in making the older shinigami shiver.

   Tsuzuki's hungry mouth moved from Hisoka's and trailed loving, hot kisses down the slender neck and to the small dip in his collarbone, licking it experimentally and delighted in the moan he was paid back with. His hands pushed the boy's shirt up to fully expose his chest, watching the way it rose and fell with each shivering breath. With his own breath held, Tsuzuki kissed the delicate nipples tenderly, wary of how fragile Hisoka really was and how responsive his body had become. The buds hardened further, and he took them, one at the time, into his mouth to suck at lightly, nibbling them until they were pink and sore.

   Beneath the torturous touches, Hisoka was crying out pathetically, whimpering and mewling into the stagnant air of the hotel room as he was helpless to Tsuzuki's antics, body unable to move from the man's hold on him and his mind unwilling to even try. When his shirt was slid off of his body, Hisoka was barely aware of it, his eyes focused again on his partner and those amazing lips danced down his body even more, brushing ever-so-lightly across his quivering belly and kissing him just below his navel. A daring, wet tongue dipped into the indent, and Hisoka's hips bucked spasmodically, blood once again rushing straight to his manhood at the contact.

   Tsuzuki's agile tongue made a few more tantalizing dips into his navel before licking down towards the suddenly straining organ, swollen and begging for attention again. Tsuzuki contemplated how to make him come this time, to either keep his touches light like before and make Hisoka work for the orgasm himself, or to give him his all, sucking it as deeply as he could so his partner would be overwhelmed, having no choice but to give into his body's desires and climax helplessly into the waiting mouth.

   He figured perhaps it would be best to start slow and see how Hisoka took to his first blowjob. The tongue returned to the pulsating head of Hisoka's manhood, licking it carefully, circling the slit and watching in fascination as the younger shinigami's body strained against the sheets, mouth falling open and crying out weakly at the sweet contact. Almost immediately, a small dewdrop of pre-come swelled at the tip, glistening in the light and begging to be tasted. Tsuzuki responded immediately, licking the droplet off and savoring the taste on his tongue. Hisoka was definitely unique, delicious and sweet in his own way.

   "Hisoka," Tsuzuki's voice spoke out quietly, concerned the sound might startle his partner into sobriety. "Hisoka, I know you just came a moment ago, but I need for you to do it again, okay?"

   "Tsu... Tsuzuki... I can't..." Hisoka whimpered, his fingers pressing to his lips to muffle his cries. "I can't handle it... Not again..."

   "Yes, you can." He kissed the very tip of the hardened member, once again taking the small drop of Hisoka's essence into his mouth. "Just try, okay? You can do it, just let it happen. I'm here, don't worry. I'll help you. Don't be afraid." Tsuzuki's lips parted to wrap around the head, sucking lightly at it and marveling at the heat radiating from his partner's body. The tip was soft and responsive, but the further he took him into his mouth, the harder the flesh became, and soon the whole rigid thing was engulfed, being sucked softly by skilled lips.

   Hisoka's eyes shot open, as painful as it was to invite in the light of the room, as he was sucked off by his partner. His body trembled terribly on the bed as small, strangled noises of pleasure fought to break free from his throat. Slim fingers timidly touched the soft hair dancing over his belly, Tsuzuki's head bobbing against his groin in his quest to bring Hisoka to climax again. Finally, Hisoka managed to make a proper noise, moaning out Tsuzuki's name in indescribable pleasure, lust and shame dancing in his head as his toes curled and his legs parted further to give his partner better access. His voice was higher, more feminine and laced with the pure pleasure he was being overrun with.

   That amazing tongue swept up the underside of the engorged length, feeling along the vein and tasting every available inch of it. Tsuzuki watched in anticipation as a healthy discharge of pre-ejaculate dribbled from the tip, oozing steadily down the slim length.

   "Good, Hisoka," Tsuzuki whispered, drawing the cock into his mouth to lick off all the pre-come. It slid back out, clean and throbbing. "You're almost there. You're doing good."

   Hisoka's response was a drunken moan, his hands having moved up to grip the pillow his head rested on and holding on for dear life.

   When a fingertip pushed against the underside of his body, poking gently at his tight entrance, Hisoka jerked a little, unsure of this invasion.

   "Tsu-Tsuzuki, wait..."

   "It's okay, Hisoka. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Tsuzuki's mouth once again engulfed the boy's length, drawing from it forcefully and causing Hisoka to moan out loudly, distracted from the finger circling the ring of muscle. After a few moments, Tsuzuki managed to breach the flesh, wiggling a finger as far in as he could get it as the muscle clamped down anew around the invading digit. It was smooth and warm inside, and so wonderful to Tsuzuki as he drew the finger out just to the last knuckle before sliding back in slowly, wary of the pain he might've been causing his younger lover.

   Mainly distracted by the mouth servicing him, Hisoka's hips twitched in an unconscious effort to get away from the hand penetrating him, an ingrained reaction to intrusions upon his body keeping the spark of a fight alive, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, and he barely resisted, instead letting drunken moans and pleads for release to continuously escape from his parched mouth. Within minutes, the boy gave up completely as the muscles in his groin contracted sharply, his entrance tightening more around the finger sliding in and out of him slowly, gently, and Hisoka came for the second time, crying out his partner's name as his body arched and emptied itself into that warm, talented mouth. Convulsions moved in tandem with each spurt as Hisoka stared in wide-eyed mindlessness at the ceiling, soaking in the feelings of the insanely powerful orgasm, the aftershock that came with it, and the mouth of the man he loved stroking the slowly-deflating organ as the product of his pleasure was swallowed carefully, thick and warm and delightful to Tsuzuki.

   Withdrawing his finger from the younger shinigami's body, Tsuzuki rose himself to his knees above his partner and stared down at the shivering body. Hisoka's green eyes gazed somewhere far away from the hotel room, detached and groggy. The older man had a moment of contemplation, considering that Hisoka may have been a lot more hammered from the binge drinking he'd done at dinner than he'd originally let on. The attractive flush of his cheeks, the bleary-eyed stare, the trouble he was having with his basic cognitive functions... Was Hisoka really just very drunk? Was Tsuzuki unwittingly raping him?

   But then the green eyes did find him, listing his gaze to the dark-haired man above him and smiling softly. "Tsuzuki... I need more..."

   "Hisoka..." Tsuzuki leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I would give you anything I could, but I need to make sure that you know what's going on. I can't do this unless you really, actually want it."

   "I do, Tsuzuki," Hisoka breathed, his body twisting in that lazy way again, catching Tsuzuki's full attention with each lithe little muscle that pulled under the skin, the flat belly stretching and quivering with each breath, the slim, smooth hips flexing against the sheets in an unconscious effort to seek more gratification. The mesmerizing gaze that was fixated on him was distant, but it saw Tsuzuki, it knew who he was, and it kept Hisoka's words honest. Hisoka wanted him. Badly.

   The older shinigami kissed Hisoka's forehead once more as a hand fumbled with the fly of his pants, yanking the garment open and letting himself spring out. He was painfully hard, twitching and ready, the head glistening from unheeded attention. Taking one of Hisoka's slender hands into his own, he brought it to his elongated member and let the boy take hold of it. Immediately the fingers wrapped around it gently, pressuring the hardened flesh just slightly, experimentally, fascinated by the feel and weight of it. Fingertips ran along the sides of it, tracing the head and rubbing playfully at the slit, enjoying the feel of the dampness against his skin.

   Tsuzuki groaned lightly, watching Hisoka's face, aware that the green eyes never left his own gaze, never once glimpsed down at the other's cock. His stare had remained on his face, different passes of sweet pleasure and happiness flashing through his eyes as he started to stroke the engorged length appreciatively. The flesh pulsated in his grasp, ready for its release, but Tsuzuki wanted to prolong the moment, and pulled Hisoka's hand away. Sliding his hands onto the other's smooth thighs, Tsuzuki pushed his legs apart and positioned himself right at Hisoka's entrace.

   "Tsuzuki," Hisoka moaned, hands reaching up to grasp at the back of his partner's neck. "Tsuzuki, mate with me."

   That was all it took, and in one powerful thrust, Tsuzuki was buried to the hilt inside of Hisoka, who promptly cried out in pain and clung to the other shinigami. Tsuzuki tried to breathe, to pace himself, as such brutal force as that could've been severely traumatizing to poor Hisoka. The boy's last experience with such acts had been nothing but pain and violence and the very catalyst for his death. The older man knew he needed to take it slower, but god was it so hard right then. Everything about him was alluring and making it so hard to resist temptation. He wanted to fuck him, he needed to be inside him, as much as he could, as hard as he could.

   But he couldn't sink down to the monster's level. That man had done such awful things. He didn't want Hisoka to associate what should've been a sweet, erotic experience with the insane and horrifying corruption of his body some years ago.

   So he slowed down, as much of a struggle as that was, and gently pulled out to just the head, giving Hisoka's body the time it needed to readjust itself. Hisoka whimpered pathetically, nails scratching into the other's shirt and shoulders, eyes closed and breath short. Tsuzuki stroked his forehead, brushing the bangs out of his face and kissing his jaw.

   "You okay, Hisoka?"

   "Mm..." the boy pursed his lips and nodded slightly. "Yes... Again, Tsuzuki. Do it again."

   "I've gotta go slower."

   "I can take it," Hisoka half-whispered, eyes glimpsing up at him. "I'll be fine. Keep... Keep going... Mate with me."

   Tsuzuki drew in a breath before pushing back in again, this time much more slowly. Hisoka felt every solid centimeter slip in, moaning and trying to fight against the discomfort and stabbing pain of being stretched so far. He'd always had a decent threshold for pain, and managed to keep any tears of agony at bay as his knees clamped down on either side of his lover's hips.

   Tsuzuki released the breath he'd been holding. "Let me in further, Hisoka. I'm almost all the way in, you've gotta let me in more."

   Hisoka chewed on his bottom lip in pain as he relaxed his muscles further, giving Tsuzuki the access he wanted. The older shinigami saw the petal-soft lip being gnashed by teeth, immediately disagreeing with the idea and leaned down to kiss his partner, coaxing his mouth open and drawing the abused lip between his own. Hisoka moaned into the kiss, giving in happily as Tsuzuki's member sank in as deeply as it could reach inside of him, just barely brushing the sensitive gland within him. Within seconds, Hisoka was fully hard again.

   Soft whimpers were smothered by the gentle kiss as Tsuzuki, more than ready for his own release, started the piston movements against Hisoka's hips, pulling out to the tip and sliding back in slowly, sweetly all the way as far as he could go. The slick walls that grasped him were like velvet, warm, pulsating and responsive. They pressured his length so wonderfully, contracting in the most amazing way every time he tried to withdraw, as if the slight body beneath him was fighting to keep him from leaving. Tsuzuki groaned at the thought and pushed his tongue into the other's mouth, mapping out every inch and mentally grinning at Hisoka's hesitant responses, slow licks of his own tongue timidly matching his.

   The movements were kept slow, slowly in, slowly out, helping Hisoka find his own rhythm and waiting for further encouragement from the younger man, which Tsuzuki received when Hisoka broke free from the kiss and leaned up to kiss the other man's throat.

   "Tsuzuki," he whimpered, tongue peeking out to taste the skin over his jugular. "More... I want more... Do it harder... Fuck me as hard as you can."

   As inviting as the request was, spoken so softly against his throat, Tsuzuki resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to simply let go and ride the young man "as hard as he could". Hisoka was a tough boy, but fragile in so many ways and needed to be treated as such. He wouldn't hurt him just for his own self-gratification.

   The thrusts sped up just a fraction, Tsuzuki raising himself up to arch over the body beneath him, one hand holding himself steady on the mattress and the other pressed into Hisoka's chest, just over his heart, to keep him pinned down.

   "We're going to go slow, Hisoka. Just bear with me." He kept Hisoka held down as he continued to thrust into him slowly, watching his partner's face overtaken with lust and a desperate need for release. The hips he was grinding into flexed against him, seeking more friction as Hisoka's hands pawed at Tsuzuki's chest pathetically.

   "Please, Tsuzuki, please... More..."

   Every time Hisoka tried to sit up to be nearer to him, Tsuzuki simply held him down, shaking his head lightly. "No, Hisoka. Just relax, you'll be okay." He loved the way Hisoka's insides gripped him with the most delicious heat, slick walls encouraging his inevitable climax. Tsuzuki groaned and slid his hand up to the side of Hisoka's neck, a thumb stroking slowly against his jaw line as his body tensed, winding itself up and preparing for its eventual downfall.

   Tsuzuki grunted, his body shuddering once, harshly as his orgasm rode him thoroughly and stole his strength from him. Hisoka felt the organ within him throb rhythmically and the essence he so craved to be emptied into him come forth in thick, hot spurts, filling him and leaving him satisfied with finally having been mated. But it couldn't end there, he knew, because his own member still strained flush against him, taut and ready for one last bit of encouragement. Hisoka's cheeks flushed pink again in the most attractive way that Tsuzuki found nearly irresistible as the boy wiggled against him just so.

   "Tsuzuki, just a little more. Just a bit... I'm so close..." The trembling of his body attested to this fact, and Tsuzuki's afterwaves of pleasure were short lived as his erection slowly came back to life within the confines of Hisoka's body. The boy felt the organ growing from inside him and cried out as he was stretched once more, the delicate skin straining and slippery from the deposit the other man had just made.

   The pace was quickly picked back up, but this time Tsuzuki wasted no effort, simply choosing instead to drive into him in rapid thrusts rather than the slow, torturous grinding he'd given before. The younger shinigami cried out with each thrust, his prostate assaulted mercilessly and his body bowing to the other man's whims. Hands grasped his own slender ones and held them on either side of his head, pinning him down once more and staring in pure lust down at the helpless boy beneath him. Hisoka was his. He was finally his. He'd claimed him. They'd mated. Tsuzuki had made his mark in him and now Hisoka was about to give the proof to their bodies' binding.

   "Hisoka," Tsuzuki gasped out, slamming his hips against the other's, taking what was his again and again. "Come, Hisoka. Let me see you come again."

   Hisoka's face was flushed, his body trembling and his manhood twitching with need. Pitiful cries and whimpers escaped his open mouth as he screwed his eyes shut and fell helplessly over the edge for the third time that night, unable to stop the inertia of his orgasm as it rode through him completely, draining him, leaving him boneless and heaving on the mattress. Semen once again erupted from the flushed manhood, no less heavy in volume than the first time as it pooled onto his stomach and chest.

   Tsuzuki eyed the pearly substance mindlessly as the tightening of the walls around him pulled him deeper and eventually yanked him, with almost no warning, into his second climax. He moaned his lover's name, refusing to shut his eyes even as he was blindsided by the force of his orgasm, his seed once again filling the warm hole he'd plowed into mercilessly. Hisoka's eyes never left his, watching with pure gratification and love as his partner finished emptying himself into him. They'd come together. It was perfect.

   Regular airflow finally returning to him, Tsuzuki released Hisoka's arms and lowered himself to kiss swollen lips. Hisoka's eyes shut as he let the man taste him once more, fingers sifting through the soft black hair. When Tsuzuki pulled away, Hisoka's eyes were tired but sated, a small smile pulling just slightly at his lips.

   "Tsuzuki... I love you..."

   The older shinigami smiled and kissed his forehead, brushing his fingertips along his warm cheek. "I love you, Hisoka. Go to sleep now. You're tired and you need your rest."

   The boy responded with a content purr and closed his eyes, relaxing into the sheets to finally let the proper sleep he needed take hold of him. Tsuzuki sighed and kissed his forehead once more, easing his softened member from his partner's body and making a note to help clean him, seeing as the evidence of their lovemaking was leaking out of the abused entrance.

   Unwanting to move, seeing as his body was still quite tense and throbbing from the results of his climaxes, Tsuzuki gently crawled off of the bed and tucked himself back into his pants, heading to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. As he passed the hotel room's door, a swift rapping sounded from the other side, and Tsuzuki was shocked back into the memory of the heavy thuds from earlier that evening, before he'd bedded Hisoka. But that knock at the door had been light and quick, nothing like the monstrous noises from before.

   Vaguely wondering what that ruckus earlier had been about, Tsuzuki quickly washed his hands, checked himself for any lasting evidence of Hisoka's indiscretions, and answered the door.

   Much to his surprise, the lovely, bouncing figure of Wakaba Kannuki stood before him, hands behind her back and a sweet smile on her face. Without thinking, Tsuzuki broke out into a grin ear-to-ear.

   "Wakaba!"

   "Tsuzuki!" The young miko threw herself at the man, hugging him tightly, causing a slight discomfort (and frankly, awkwardness) in Tsuzuki, as his joints had yet to regulate themselves from his bed activities. He smoothly pulled himself away from her, a slight flush to his cheeks.

   "I didn't expect to see you here!" Tsuzuki thought to welcome her in, but suddenly remembered a very naked, very sexed-up Hisoka Kurosaki laying on his bed and nearly jumped out of his skin, gently pushing Wakaba back into the hallway and following her out, propping the hotel door open with one foot. "W-What's up?"

   Wakaba looked a little confused, trying to peek in to see what he was hiding, but his larger body hid the doorframe well, so she conceded and instead turned her big, bi-colored eyes back up at his. "I called Watari a little while ago and he told me you two were staying at the same hotel as us! Seems like our bosses screwed up and sent two teams to investigate the same place."

   The older shinigami chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, whaddya know? I guess that'll make the job easier with four of us. So where's Terazuma?" Tsuzuki couldn't help the twinge of a grimace on his face; the guy was so aggravating.

   At the mention, Wakaba's face visibly flushed deeper. "That's, uh... That's what I wanted to come warn you about."

   Tsuzuki cocked his head to the side. "Warn me about what?"

   The miko's hands clapped together in front of her once in a pleading gesture. "Tsuzuki, promise me you want make fun of him for this, okay?"

   "Make fun of what?"

   "Promise me!" She looked determined. "Promise you won't ridicule him for this! He's already embarrassed enough as it is! If anybody else heard, it'd kill him!" So to speak.

   Tsuzuki sighed and slumped his shoulders, raising a hand as if swearing himself under oath in a courtroom. "I, Tsuzuki Asato, hereby swear to never mention what it is I am about to learn about Hajime Terazuma to anyone, so help me God."

   Seemingly satisfied, Wakaba bit her lip a little and shrunk in her spot. "Terazuma's shikigami is... acting up."

   "Acting up how?" Tsuzuki's skin prickled. "Is he in danger?"

   "No," she quickly corrected him. "Kagan Kuroshuki has always been pretty feral and wild. Those traits were passed over to Terazuma somewhat, and you've seen the results of that."

   "Yeah," Tsuzuki half-hummed, hesitantly recalling the destroyed Meifu library.

   "He's, uh..." Wakaba struggled with her words a little. "Well, Kagan has sort of... I don't know how to put this discreetly. He's sort of... gone into heat."

   "...Huh?" Tsuzuki's jaw fell.

   "He's really... wanting to mate, and Kagan is so intense, it's causing him to half-transform. He was getting pretty bad before, and I managed to subdue him before he got violent, so he's asleep for right now, but..." Wakaba's face flushed a deeper pink. "I can't stay in the room tonight because I think Kagan thinks I'm a, uh... valid... mating option." Now she was completely hiding her face. "I've paid for my own room, so I'm staying just down the hall and tomorrow we're heading back to the Ministry. The boss agreed that we shouldn't be on the case anymore with Terazuma so out-of-whack."

   Tsuzuki remained speechless through the whole explanation, jaw slack and an underlying urge to laugh hysterically or run and try to beat up Terazuma before he could hurt his dear Wakaba battling inside of him.

   "I just needed to let you know, in case Terazuma wakes up and starts rampaging again. I'll be ready to stop him, but I'll need you and Kurosaki to clear out the floor of other guests so no one gets hurt."

   'Hisoka!' Tsuzuki suddenly remembered, partially turning his head to glimpse back into the room. Hisoka still slept soundly. Tsuzuki sighed and turned back to Wakaba. "Okay. Thanks, Wakaba. I won't tell a soul. Here's to hoping he stays asleep."

   "Yeah," the lovely miko murmured, leaning in to hug Tsuzuki once more, who returned it hesitantly, and started to make her way down the hall. "Good night, Tsuzuki."

   "Good night... Oh! Wakaba!"

   The girl stopped and turned. "Yes?"

   "Would he, uh... Would he happen to be in the room on the other side of ours?"

   Wakaba turned eyes to the ceiling, thinking on it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I guess he is. Oh!" Her hands flew to her chin. "Goodness! You must've heard quite a ruckus then! I hope we didn't disturb you!"

   "No," Tsuzuki responded quietly, thinking to himself. "No, just wondering what that noise was... Thought it was the alleged ghosts we're supposed to be chasing."

   Wakaba giggled. "Well, good luck with that. Sorry we can't stick around to help tomorrow."

   "It's okay. Good night, Wakaba." And with that, Tsuzuki headed inside, locking the door and tapping his chin thoughtfully. After a moment, he glimpsed at the comatose Hisoka, laying soundly in the stiff bed, naked and practically glowing from the lovemaking.

   Hisoka Kurosaki, the empath.

   Tsuzuki couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe himself. It hadn't been Hisoka that wanted the sex, it was Terazuma's stupid, horny-as-hell shikigami! Hisoka had only been a helpless victim in the whole thing, susceptible from the alcohol at dinner and his own out-of-control empathy. Terazuma was within range of Hisoka's powers, and his own need to get laid had been absorbed by an unresisting Hisoka, who was unconscious and drunk and unable to stop it. Hisoka's overpowered mind saw Tsuzuki and validated him as a potential mate, just as Terazuma would've done had he been able to get his hands on Wakaba (The thought of that animal, in any state, touching his dear, lovely Wakaba sent a spike of anger into Tsuzuki's brain.)

   And there lay Hisoka, spent from their lovemaking, having gotten what Terazuma had wanted: to mate with something. Hisoka had been unable to do anything to prevent it. Hisoka was a victim.

   Not only to Terazuma's emotions, but to Tsuzuki's stupidity. He'd taken advantage of a drunk, possessed child. He was just as much at blame as Kagan Kuroshuki.

   Tsuzuki felt pangs of shame in his chest as he sat down on the bed, watching the sleeping face silently. Would Hisoka ever forgive him? Would he even remember any of it? Even if he didn't, Tsuzuki knew he had to tell him. He'd taken something precious from him, unwittingly, stupidly, and he needed to be aware of it.

   "Tsuzuki, mate with me."

   Ugh, it was all so obvious now! The older shinigami held his head in shame, remembering the flushed lips asking him so nicely to be fucked.

   "I'll be fine. Keep... Keep going... Mate with me."

   It hadn't been fine. He fucked up. He had sex with Hisoka when it wasn't him in control. Poor, poor Hisoka. He probably wouldn't even want to be around the older shinigami after that night.

   Tsuzuki groaned in despair as he stood and headed back to the bathroom, grabbing a wet washcloth and returning to Hisoka's side, carefully wiping him clean of both the spending on his stomach and the mess between his legs. Grabbing another clean washcloth, he gave the boy a quick once-over, trying to clean him of the sweat and stickiness from his exertions. Within the next few moments, he had him dressed again and tucked into the sheets.

   Leaving a glass of water for him on the nightstand, Tsuzuki took one last lingering glance at Hisoka's face, lips flushed from kisses and breathing soft. He looked so content, so relaxed. So sweet.

   "Tsuzuki... I love you..."

   Had... Had that been apart of it, too? Had Hisoka consciously spoken those words? Surely, Terazuma was in love with Wakaba, but the name had been Tsuzuki's... The parasitic Kagan couldn't make such influences to an empath... Could he?

   Tsuzuki's heart swelled with the idea that Hisoka's words of endearment could've possibily been real, leaning down to kiss the boy's temple, before returning to the bathroom, knowing sleep would continue to evade him and deciding instead to shower to help clear his head. The face-off with Hisoka in the morning would be unpleasant (mainly because of the hangover he would have), but they would eventually have to talk about everything. And Tsuzuki already knew how that conversation would go.

   "It was the empathy! Why the hell would you think I would say crap like that out loud?"

   "I don't want to talk about this, Tsuzuki! I'm still mad at you! I can't believe you would take advantage of a drunk person!"

   "Get me the hell away from Terazuma! I don't want to be near anyone right now!"

   Tsuzuki smiled as the warm water rushed over him. Hisoka could be so cute sometimes, and he would deny such embarrassing details down to his last breath. But it was alright if Hisoka wanted to deny it. Because one thing was for sure...

   "I love you, Hisoka."

   ... Tsuzuki sure as hell wasn't going to do any denying on his end.

Ze end.
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