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Teenangel and the Demon Called Hormones	By : QeQue Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 9195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-a lemon that wasn't
- 2-a wet lemon
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer : I could
have been Youko Matsushita but sadly am not, so Yami no Matsuei belongs to me not
*sniff*
Author�s note : Hi there my faithful readers!!!
At last here I am to present you the second
installment of Teenangel and The Demon Called
Hormones, kay�.
A seemingly never ending warning : A Lemon
in this chapter� a wet one�
Enjoy! ^-^

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Teenangel and The Demon Called Hormones

Chapter
Two

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"I was having a� nightmare."

He wished a single answer could end all the
matters, but apparently the �nightmare� continued�
"Doushite Hisoka-kun, did you have a premonition?"
"Tsuzuki is fine. Bouzu,
why did you scream out his name?"
"Ah, Hisoka-kun,
was that your scream early this morning? I thought something bad happened, ne, Saya?"
"Hai, What happened Hisoka-kun? Yuma fell off her bed when she heard you screaming."
"Are you alright Hisoka-sama?
We heard your scream last night."

And so he was forced to answer..
"No�, it was just a nightmare."
"I� I just had a nightmare� and
Tsuzuki�s� Tsuzuki�s there�"
"It�s only a nightmare."
"It�s a nightmare."
"A nightmare. Yes, don�t laugh at me."
"It�s a NIGHTMARE!"

And to give some response on their utter
responses
"I�m fine Tatsumi�san�,
don�t worry� I�ll tell you when I do. "
"No, I don�t need any sleeping
potion."
"No, I am NOT."
"I can sleep by myself thank you."
"No, Gushoshin,
I�m sorry, I don�t mean to yell at you�"

Luckily the person whose name he had cried
aloud was being his usual sleepyhead, still in a deep sleep on his desk, even
after everybody had their shower, till the secretary himself, with frozen
smile, pinched his nose so hard that he was forced to wake up gasping for air,
and was immediately shoved up with another fresh pile of cases whose reports
needed to be written down., and so it was unbeknownst to him the tragic
incident that had fallen upon his partner.
But he did notice though� an unusual
expression on him and he occasionally groaned amidst the sounds of pens against
papers, and fingers against keyboards.
"Oy,
Doushita no Hisoka?"
The one being asked had looked startled for a
second before he answered, "Betsuni.", as
flat as usual, and without looking too, afraid that the heat that rose into his
face would appear as a visible shade on his cheeks.
He did try hard, to concentrate writing those
reports, but he couldn�t, somehow his mind was completely blank. He just stared
at the idle pointer; listening the rustles of papers from the other desk, to
the frequent sighs and complaints coming from his left side.
That other desk on his left was Tsuzuki�s.
He was watching him, unconsciously.
Darn it!
He backed away his chair from the keyboard,
rubbing his forehead in annoyance. He sighed and tried to relax by closing his
eyes.
That worked too well apparently�
�Caramel�
Huh?
That didn�t come from his
own mind. He whirled around to find its source.
His gaze stopped at Tsuzuki, who happened to
have his eyes on him as well
�Caramel��
Then come streaming out of nowhere the tender
bittersweet taste of the said treat. The flavor mingled in his tongue as if he
was having it inside his mouth.
Sonna bakana�! It can�t be�
He stared at his partner. Panic rushed.
He knows�?
�about his dream?
�Sweet sweet caramel��
No way!
Tsuzuki was still staring at him. Hisoka was still staring back at him although he felt like
blowing up with embarrassment any second now; his face must have been as red as
a boiled crab. Was Tsuzuki an empath? No, as far as
he knew� so how�?
But then Tsuzuki diverted his vision on Tatsumi. Then bittersweet taste changed into something
heavier, rich, and spreading warmth down to the throat.
�Chocolate�
Eh?
Tsuzuki�s gaze still fixed on the brunet, who
seemed absolutely oblivious of him �
Chocolate? Tatsumii? But what the�? How? Tsuzuki and Tatsumi? They�?
"Tatsumi�"
came an audible moan from the purple eyes.
The one being called looked up at his caller,
then sighed, "Hold on Tsuzuki, you�ll get it in lunch break."
"Mou� it�s
still two and half hours�" whined the other.
�Chocolate, melt chocolate� I want, I want��
"Be patient." answered the
secretary shortly, altering his attention back to his work.
"You�re so mean." Tsuzuki pouted.
There was like plague of question marks on Hisoka�s head. His mind was inevitably drawing a conclusion
out of their small conversation. And that conclusion was projecting some images
into his head. Bad ones.
The pouting shinigami
stared at Tatsumi for a few moments but, since he
ignored it, shifted it to the blond person next to him.
And then it changed again, the flavor Hisoka tasted, it became thicker, and sharply sweeter.
�Honey�
What is going on?
"Watari, help
me convince him."
"Saa� if Tatsumi says it's lunch break then
it�s lunch break. Sadly Tsuzuki, it can�t be helped�" smiled the blond.
"But I want it now."
One huge question
mark on Hisoka�s mind� and an image of a bad, bad
idea. Tsuzuki?
Tatsumi?
and Watari? Melt chocolate? Honey? And not forgetting the caramel issue that could
probably involving his very self.
There went very quiet. Very distressing for Hisoka; until
"I�m hungry! I need sweets! I can�t
think without sweets!" cried Tsuzuki from his desk.
No one responded, except there was a sound of
something falling to the floor from the desk on his right. Hisoka�s. He�s falling with
his chair.
Chikuso! Baka yaro!
He�s just hungry! Great! The next time he�s hungry he�s gonna
look at Muraki and starts thinking about Whipped
Cream! That sweet-toothed BAKA is only God-damned hungry! What were you
thinking?! Getting up from his fall,
he swore at himself for having such a dirty thought swelling inside his usually
sober head, how could he? He must never let his mind barrier down again.
"Oy, Hisoka, are you okay?"
"D-daijobu."
"Take a rest Hisoka-kun,
you don�t seem well�"
"Iie, I�m
fine."
"Really, you need to take some of my
sleeping potion. It really helps, and guaranteed no nightma�"
"I�m fine!" he stressed,
slamming the desk with his palms. Everybody fell silent. He sighed and sat back
on his chair, avoiding their gazes. He didn�t mean to yell or such, he just
didn�t want to receive anybody�s attention that day, like he had back on the
ungodly hour. Really, he just needed to be calm and everything would go normal
within a time.
Within a time.
Something stirred inside of him, down from
his slightly feverish head, down to his nose� felt like the runniness he had
when he caught flu� he didn�t realize what it was until he heard someone
exclaim:
"Hisoka-kun,
you�re bleeding!"

***

"M�bine."
"Fine people don�t get nosebleeds. Don�t
force yourself, take a break." Tatsumi said
after had stuffed the boy�s bleeding nose and forced him to drink some
supplements, "Or we might have to spend extra cash if you suddenly
collapse and have to be tended to the hospital. We don�t have that extra cash
so do take care of yourself." He pushed his
glasses up.
"Do you need me here to accompany
you?" Tsuzuki happily volunteered, seizing a chance to get away from those
piles of works. Suspicious glance from Tatsumi.
"No! I�m bine,
go work bith Datsumi-san!"
said his partner hastily, being in a room with him was
enough to make his nose bleed. He could probably die of blood pressure if was
left in his care alone.
So then Tsuzuki was dragged back to the main
office. His complaints echoed in the corridor.
Hisoka was left alone in very same room on the very same
couch where he had the �nightmare�.
The grandfather clock was ticking. Seconds
passed. A minute. Another minute�. the boy got up. He had
to do something, he couldn�t just do nothing or that
�nightmare� would come back and haunt him. Of course he wouldn�t go back to his
desk; he needed to go to someplace Tsuzuki would rarely visit.
The kyudo
field.

***

It was said that sports could clear up minds.
But today it only added annoyance to his
already annoyed mind. None of his arrows hit the target; some had decorated the
trees, some had landed on the bushes, and some just hit the ground. Oh well, at
least none of them flew backwards; a blunder that only Tsuzuki could make.
"Oy, Gakki, what�s wrong with you? Has that baka�s
incompetence gotten you?"
�Thwack!�
The arrows hit nowhere in front of him.
"Apparently it has."
He turned around and rewarded a glare at the
speaker, who, as he had suspected, was Terazuma, and
the said arrow hit the wall not very far from him, "Minb
rer owhn buhziness."
Terazuma that was initially looked to retort back, held back
his retort and frowned instead, "What�s with the nose?"
Then the boy realized that he was still got
his nose stuffed. He unclogged his nostrils, "Nosebleed."
Terazuma hummed in a reply, "Aren�t you suppose to be at
the office, working over those unfinished reports?"
"I got free time today. Why weren�t you
and Wakaba-san there?" he asked back, putting another arrow in his bow.
"Being once a detective had taught me to
finish one report at a time instead of piling it up till the end of the year
and spending the whole week at office trying desperately to finish them all,
like some bakas here."
Hisoka rolled his eyes. Terazuma
had always bashed Tsuzuki whenever he got the chance.
�Thwack!�
Another artificial branch was added to the
poor kinmokusei tree outside the field.
What is wrong with me?
"What is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with ME? Why is everybody
making so much fuss about me today? There is nothing wrong with
ME! I�m perfectly FINE! Maybe I�m just having a bad luck spirit following me or
something! I don�t know!? Why don�t you take a look with your shikigami-possessed eyes? Can�t you people leave me alone?!"
If Hisoka got upset, not even the quarrelsome Terazuma could counter him.
"�Whoa� Uh, okay� No need to get upset.
As clear as I can see, there�s no bad luck spirit following you around, you got
it the other way around. You should be fortunate." he said, placing an
arrow on his string.
Hisoka replied with an incoherent grumble, aiming his
target.
�Thwack!�
Two arrows were released. One hit the bullseye. One just flew over the field. Which was whose,
could be guessed.
Terazuma threw him a sideway glance.
"Just don�t ask." answered the boy
before he could utter more question. He left the field, it was getting dark;
maybe some hot bath would do him better that sports.

***

The old bathroom seemed nice and welcoming.
Lucky he got the first turn to use the ofuro, while
the water was still steamy hot. He stripped his clothes off and took a dip. The
heat burned his skin, but he proceeded till water covered his torso.
He let out a sigh of contentment and leaned
his head back, relaxing his tensed muscles.
Staring at the ceiling, he wished that those
piling report on his desk would be finished soon so that he and the others
didn�t have to sleepover at the office anymore.
So that he wouldn�t be seeing Tsuzuki for a
while.
He felt blush grace his skin; that name
triggered images from the �nightmare� he had had in the previous night. It was
so frighteningly real and vivid� and why did he have that kind of dream in the
first place? Was that the effect of having a sixteen year old body, whose
hormones was in the highest rate? Then why not some random
girls? Women? Female? Tsubaki-hime?
Sheesh, even Wakaba�s alright as long as Terazuma doesn�t find out�, or even Saya
or Yuma-san� He wouldn�t object; he could actually pass it off as a nightmare
then.
But, oh God! Why him?! Why Tsuzuki?! And why
was he being so helpless? And Tsuzuki being so� aggressive?
That was totally out of character for both of them. He would
never, never� be like that� and neither would Tsuzuki. He had never
thought of him like that.

The door creaked, sliding.
"Tsu-Tsuzuki?!"
the boy would have run himself away had he not remembered that he didn�t wear
anything.
"Ah, konbanwa Hisoka!"
said the purple eyes cheerfully.
"What are you doing here?!" the boy
panicked, edging way to the corner of the ofuro.
"Uhn? To take a bath of course." he replied, taking
off his shirt.
"B-But it�s my turn!" the
boy yelled in complain; he could feel his face boiling; has fate schemed some
kind of conspiracy against him?
Unzipping off his pants, Tsuzuki was merely
sighing, "It�s not my fault Hisoka. Tatsumi said we can�t waste more fund on hot water, so I
have to share with you�"
"Can�t you wait till I�m done?!"
snapped the other.
"Mou�. don�t
be so mean Hisoka," the purple eyes pouted,
"I, too, need some nice hot bath after a full day of Tatsumi�s
yelling." He approached the ofuro, "Saa� give some room for me."
No need to do that since the boy had already
curled himself up in the ofuro�s corner. He looked
away from Tsuzuki�s display of nudity, wishing that he had something to be
hurled at him.
The water sent some ripples as another body
mass added to it. Hisoka was terribly, terribly panic by now; felt like his heart was going to jump up and
choke him at any moment.
Tsuzuki, feeling content as Hisoka was before, also let out a sigh; one that horribly reminded
the boy of the pieces of scenes from his �nightmare�.
"Say, I can be helpful, I can help you
rub your back."
Hisoka couldn�t take it anymore. He rushed out of the water,
saying without looking, "I�m done."
But something held him back and pulled him
inside the water. He gasped, realizing that it was Tsuzuki�s arm around his
naked waist.

Water splashed.

"Tsu-Tsuzuki�?!"
"Did I do something wrong to you?"
he whispered behind, pulling him closer.
"Wha-What? No! Now, let me�"
"Then why wouldn�t you look at me?"
"Eh?"
"Did I somehow� make mistakes so that
you wouldn�t look at my face all day long�?" he was so near to the boy�s
neck that sent a shiver down his spine.
The boy gulped, "I�, no, it�s
just�"
"Do you hate me?" he murmured as he
drowned his face on the boy�s damp hair.
"No� �course not ", he stutteredly replied, "it�s just�", he stopped on
his tracks. Tsuzuki�s hand� it was pushing him lightly to lean back. And there,
he felt his body, its muscled contour, its heat, and the heartbeat� slow and calm�.
"Don�t go then." he whispered
again. Close. Too close.
"Ah�" he squirmed, feeling
something moist in his ear. Tsuzuki�s tongue. "Tsu�", he protested, glancing sideways to meet the
other�s smiling face.
"Daijobu Hisoka." he assured, brushing his lips on the boy�s
temple and then gliding down to his eye, his cheek� then he used his hand to
lift the boy�s chin.
"Tsuzuki�let go�", he pleaded. This
is wrong�
Useless effort.

Tsuzuki dived to claim his lips in a kiss. He
pulled back awkwardly, but he was holding him tight, not letting him escape.
The lip contact remained and deepened. Plundering inside, he faintly recognized
trace of marshmallow�s flavor in him. Strong scent of coffee, sweetness of
marshmallow�
Tsuzuki felt his struggle gradually replaced
by tremble. He smirked against his lips and brushed his fingers along his neck,
down to the chest; stroking the sensitive skin all the way� then it found his
nipples�
The kiss was broken by a moan Hisoka released, "Tsuzuki� please�" he knew where
those touches would lead.
Apparently his words sounded more like an
invitation rather than an objection since Tsuzuki didn�t stop playing in that
delicate area, only pausing one of his hand a while to roll Hisoka�s
head sideways, letting him rest on his broad shoulder.
Hisoka�s bare, ivory neck was fully exposed to him, fragile
and exquisite like water lily�s stalk. He didn�t waste the chance.
He brushed his tongue there, assaulting the
delicacy with his teeth, to and fro, across the collarbone up to the jaw line.
He smiled at the gurgle sounds coming from the boy�s throat base. If only he
was a little bit more audible�
He would make him audible.
He slipped his fingers a little bit lower; to
tease the navel, and as response to the boy�s louder groan, proceeding the
intimate business to the hipbones. Unfortunately it was stopped there for Hisoka�s legs were together. He would have to ask.
"Hisoka� I
can�t reach you� part your legs�"
The boy whimpered softly; neither approving
nor disapproving.
"Don�t block me� part them�" he
kissed him along the jaw line, then up, nibbled his
earlobe, urging him. His hand stayed below, stroking the thighs slowly inside
the cleft, trying to separate them. They were still together. He decided to try
another way.
A sharp gasp escaped the boy as he felt
himself being pulled hard into the other�s hardness in sudden.
Tsuzuki seized the chance of his distraction
and was successful to part his legs and reached the length inside. The boy was
making little sounds panic, like a frightened kitten. He lifted his arms up and
twined them behind Tsuzuki�s neck and clung desperately into him. No rejection
came from him anymore despite how uncomfortable he felt; he could no longer try
to escape; arousal has somewhat got him. Willingly or unwillingly his body has
begun to accept his touches. Touches that brought his body to
a new level of heat.
"It�s alright, don�t be afraid�"
Hisoka bit his lower lip hard; his fingers were knotted with
Tsuzuki�s dark hair as he moved his hand, working his fingers slowly inside. He
placed his free hand on his lower abdomen, rubbing it softly to ease the
tension there. Then he pushed the second finger inside. He felt Hisoka�s inhalation pattern grew short and shallow. He
stopped his intrusion a while, letting him catch his breath, kissing his neck
in tender apology.
"Relax , Hisoka� relax� there."
Then he began to push inward, parting his way
inside and rocked his it in a rhythm. Slow, steady, then
faster, following the pace of the boy�s breath.
Hisoka felt himself reaching a low climax and cried out,
somewhat insatiated and yearning for much, much more.
His arms fell back to the water but he clung on Tsuzuki still, panting, feeling
the mad rushing of his lust filled blood.

"Hisoka�"
he heard his partner called him, and felt his hands on his shoulders, gently
coaxing him to turn around. Avoiding Tsuzuki�s gaze, he stared at the rippling
water. It was still steamy, and supposed to be hot, but he was shivering.
"Look at me, Hisoka�"
He was too ashamed.
Tsuzuki then had to lift his chin, and then
ravished his bare body with his eyes.
His skin was flushed with faint scarlet; his
damp, caramel-colored hair fell disarray upon his forehead; his foggy emeralds
pools were half hidden by heavily lashed eyelids, his lips were parted and
slightly trembling like half-blooming flower petals, sweat mingled with steam
dew were dripping from his adorable chin. He was the loveliest creature Tsuzuki
had ever seen.
He took him by the shoulders and somewhat
lifted him to level his height and kissed him breathless for a long fierce
moment, and was rewarded with an equally passionate reply. He slid his grip
down and guided Hisoka�s legs to wrap his hip around.
He was a little bit startled, though, was not
rejecting. Straddling Tsuzuki�s lap, he looked at him questionably, was he sure
about it? Was it going to be alright? Tsuzuki�s intense gaze
told him how the purple eyes wonder, treasure, and longing for him. It
ceased away his anxiety. He was handsome and loving; gentle if somewhat
predatory. Desire was spoken through his amethyst orbs.
"Do it." he said, low and husky,
not believing his own voice. He clutched onto Tsuzuki�s neck as he grasped his slim
waist to find an angle. And as he did, he thrust inside, carefully, savoring
his lover�s every moan and cry of pleasure.
Once he was completely inside, he gathered up
his strength and started to build a rhythm. To stroke and restrain, growing
faster to the point where pain and bliss blurred together.
Hisoka writhed in helplessness. He
arched his back to give Tsuzuki a better access. It had been hurt, but he held
him all along. He reached it first, with a sharp cry that leaving scratches on
his lover�s back. He collapsed on his heaving chest, letting Tsuzuki proceed
his way. He soon after caught up with him in release.
Catching his breath, Tsuzuki bent his head a
little, planting a consoling kiss on the crown of his lover�s head.
He was saying something but Hisoka couldn�t hear it. His vision was covered in blur.
Dizziness swathed him like a lulling doze�

"Tsuzuki?" he called, he couldn�t
feel him again. Everything felt so light, as if was floating.
Then Tsuzuki�s voice came back to his ear,
not clear, but he was calling him.
"Tsuzuki?"
"Hisoka? Daijobu ka?"
"Nandato?"
he reached for the voice. His hand caught something� cloth? He blinked, his
vision slowly cleared up. He saw Tsuzuki there� in his working suit? He blinked
again, and then realized that he was wearing a kimono and was lying in a bed.
Then he recognized the place, medical wing.
"Doushita
no? Why am I here?" he
muffled, slightly confused.
"You passed out in the ofuro. The water is too hot. You dipped in it for too long�" he explained, "I
found you all red, you�re nearly soft boiled�" he chuckled, replacing
something cold on Hisoka�s head, ice packs,
"Since you kept calling my name, Tatsumi allowed
me to stay here and take care of you."
Hisoka just wanted to curl himself on the corner and die of
humiliation. He rolled aside; burying his burning face on the white sheets He
felt a familiar dampness on his particular place� He had been having that
kind of dream again..
Kami-sama!
" Uh, Hisoka, Just wondering,
why were you calling my name?"

***

To
be Continued

***

Pheww, that was so hard to finish�. My first whole lemon
*choke, choke*, thanks to my occasional Hormone Hurricane.
So�. like it? Hate it?
The plot start building itself in this chapter
(realize it or not, this does have a plot)
So now, do me a favor and push that button on
bottom left and leave a note. Anything would be appreciated, help me to improve
myself will ya?
Oh yeah again, I�m still seventeen, I�m still
a virgin, so this lemon is based on pure (perverted of course) imagination (and
experience of reading too much yaoi scanlations) so errors may be contained. You guys are
always welcome to correct and advice me.
Kay, C�ya on next
chapter(s)

Special thanks to meethzoonk
for beta this part (and for enduring the lemon part, dear, I congratulate you)
Again, LONG LIVE YAOI!!!!
Quincey
*Yaoi Addict*
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