Dreams

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

“Really.” Tsuzuki affirmed.

End Part 1!

Hisoka swallowed hard as he looked into the violet eyes of his partner, friend, and soon to be lover. He licked his lips slowly. Tsuzuki\'s eyes lowered to watch the display. He swallowed hard as well. Hisoka\'s face drifted toward his own, and as their lips met, Tsuzuki closed his eyes. This was going to be about sensation and touch, not about worries, or assumptions. Hisoka gave himself completely over to the kiss. He was shivering slightly. The relief at doing what he\'d dreamt of for so long, echoing sweetly through him.

Hands drifted down the boy\'s sides, sliding along the smooth material of his shirt. They rested softly against the dip just before waist met hips. Hisoka broke the kiss; he slid down from the chair to rest kneeling in front of Tsuzuki. He wrapped his arms around the older Shinigami, pulling him closer. Hisoka sighed as his chest made contact with Tsuzuki’s. He pressed his lips once more against his partners. The two were lost at once, neither fighting the growing feeling between them.

Hisoka hissed as the full force of Tsuzuki’s desire hit him. It was scalding hot, but he wanted to know more. Tsuzuki’s hands slid from Hisoka’s waist to his shoulders; from there they drifted to the hem of Hisoka’s shirt. Tsuzuki broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over the younger boys head. It was barely off before the blonde boy was once again pressing his chest to Tsuzuki’s. The darker haired Shinigami let out a breath at the contact. Hisoka groaned. He could feel himself hardening. This was almost too much, he wanted Tsuzuki so badly. Tsuzuki leaned down to suck at Hisoka’s neck. Hisoka arched into the contact, throwing back his head in invitation. He squirmed against Tsuzuki, and moaned loudly as their erections came into contact.

Hisoka was reacting so easily to him; Tsuzuki was almost ready to come just because of the sounds Hisoka was making. He grunted as Hisoka rocked against his hips, causing sweet friction between the two. Hisoka’s forehead was wrinkled in concentration, and his eyes remained locked shut.

“Hi-Hisoka!” Tsuzuki managed to grunt, catching the attention of his little lover. Hisoka moaned in response, slowing his movements. “You have too malothlothes on.” Tsuzuki finished.

One eye opened. Hisoka looked down at himself. He looked at Tsuzuki. They both had on pants. “You… you too then.” He answered shakily. Tsuzuki laughed. He reached for Hisoka and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Follow me.” The older Shinigami whispered. Hisoka nodded and stoo uns unsteadily. Tsuzuki took his hand, and lead him to his bedroom. It was unlike Hisoka’s image of how Tsuzuki’s bedroom would be. He imagined piles of clothes on the floor, candy wrappers everywhere. However, the room was immaculately clean, the bed was made. A white tiger print blanket adorned the bed. If Hisoka hadn’t been so damn horny, he might have laughed.

Tsuzuki walked over to the bed, and pushed Hisoka gently to sit on it. He then wordlessly climbed to the head of the bed, and waited for Hisoka to join him. Hisoka climbed along the lean body of his partner. His lips trailed kisses from Tsuzuki’s belly button to his chin. Tsuzuki writhed beneath him. Hisoka smiled softly as he reached Tsuzuki’s lips. Tsuzuki pushed up, and eagerly took the offering, sliding his tongue along the soft flesh before dipping inside to taste Hisoka once again. Hisoka rubbed against Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki reached between them and undid the buttons on Hisoka’s pants. He slid down the zipper and pulled them down. Hisoka wriggles out of them, and Tsuzuki was shocked to find his partner had not been wearing any underwear. Desire darkened his violet eyes, and he trailed his hand up Hisoka’s leg, lightly, almost tickling his thigh before reaching the area between his legs.

Tsuzuki grasped the already hard flesh, and pumped it slowly, up and down, up and down. Hisoka cried out loudly, begging Tsuzuki not to stop. He thrust his hips to meet every movement of Tsuzuki’s hand.

Tsuzuki’s own erection was begging for some ntiontion, straining against the thin pajama pants he wore. Tsuzuki released his hold on Hisoka, rolled so Hisoka rested beneath him, and slid out of his own pants. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a small tube. He uncapped it. Hisoka shivered in anticipation. This was one of the best parts in his dreams. It always felt the best. There was always pain at first, Hisoka might look innocent, but he knew a few things. Afterwards though, it was almost beyond explanation.

He felt Tsuzuki’s finger gently probe him. He forced himself to relax against the questing finger. He winced at the hint of pain, but remained relaxed none the less. Tsuzuki moved his finger slowly within Hisoka. After a couple moments, he slid in a second lube coated finger. Hisoka held his breath as he waited for the third. The third finger slid in the virgin passage with some effort, Tsuzuki slowed a little, allowing Hisoka time to adjust. Hisoka relaxed, and felt himself stretch to accommodate Tsuzuki’s digits. Finally, Tsuzuki pulled his fingers out. He squeezed some lube onto his hand, and coated himself thoroughly with it. He almost hated to stop. Tsuzuki grasped Hisoka’s hips and lifted them up, positioning himself at the younger boy’s entrance. He slid in gently, doing his best not to hurt his young lover. It was so tight Tsuzuki wanted to scream. Hisoka groaned as Tsuzuki hit something inside him. His groans turned into full out wails as the elder picked up the pace, thrusting harder into the pliant body beneath him. Tsuzuki reached between them and grasped Hisoka’s manhood. Tsuzuki could feel himself rapidly approaching the edge, heat closing in around him. He began to jerk his hand in time to his thrusts. Hisoka screamed with ever move Tsuzuki made, pleasure slamming through him time and again, need pooling in his groin.

“Tsu... Tsuzuki!! Onegai!!!” he cried, begging for release. He thrust his hips up into every downward stroke Tsuzuki made, crying out as he finally slipped over the edge, his release spurting into Tsuzuki’s hand and onto his stomach. As Hisoka came, his muscles clenched, tightening the passage, and milking Tsuzuki’s own orgasm from him.

“’Soka” he cried out as he came, spilling his seed into the young boy.

They lay like that for a few minutes. Neither wanting to move, neither wanting to break the moment. To ruin what was perfect. Tsuzuki sighed, and slid carefully out of his lover’s body. He lay so he rested beside Hisoka. Hisoka lay his head on Tsuzuki’s chest and sighed. The aftermath of his orgasm rolling sweetly over him.

“Hisoka…” began Tsuzuki. “I really do love you.”

“Hai.” Responded Hisoka, a blush stained his cheeks, “I... love you.”

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Tada!!! The end, the much awaited smut.. by what.. 3 people?!! COMENTSSSSS!!!!!!