Dance Partners

Dance Partners.
By: Lady Jade

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I’m really poor. My last pair of Gym socks died last week. You can’t even sue me for those anymore. Ok. YNM belongs to its prospective owners. I do not own any of these characters and I do not make any profit. But the fic is original, and mine. Ok. Next. This is a Yaoi ficcy. Yup. Boy boy love. If you do not like it, do not read it. If you flame, you will be HORRIBLY mocked and tormented by me publicly. You don’t want that. I, having been the butt of it most of my life, am EXTREMELY good at public ridicule :) Anyways, enough of that crap.

A/N: This has been so much fun to write so far, and I will write more soon. However, the more you review, the more and the sooner I write, so keep on me, ne? Ah well. Thanks again loreadreaders and reviewers.

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Watari dragged a lagging Hisoka through the mall, weaving in and out of the crowded main corridor, before pulling them into a leather store. Hisoka looked tentatively from one wall to another, his eyes bugging slightly.
“I know exactly what you need Bon, wait here?”
“Uh. Sure.” Hisoka agreed numbly. Crowds were bad enough. For some reason he felt like he was waiting in line to sign his body off to science. It was not a cheerful thought. He lost track of the haphazard motions of the blonde scientist, searching the store methodically for what he apparently thought Hisoka needed. Suddenly, he narrowed in above the racks on Watari, waving his orange bandana like it was a flag. He was being summoned.
“Shit. Shoot me now.” Hisoka snorted irritably.
He wound his way between racks, finally coming up next to the blonde scientist. And stopped breathing.
“I…I can’t wear that…that shows way too much…”
“Skin?” Watari finished the sentence for him.
“Not if you buy them tight enough.”
“Tight enough?” Hisoka squeakily parroted.
“Yes.” Watari stated bluntly. “Go try these on… and let me see! I want to see you in both sizes.”
“Yes mommy.” Hisoka grinched as he slipped into the changing stall and longed for a bazooka again. For himself.

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He couldn’t believe it. He could NOT fucking believe it. He bought the pants. The tightest pair. And he didn’t feel guilty. At least, not yet. Watari bounced triumphantly next to him, sharp eyes searching again for whatever he deemed would be Hisoka’s next humiliation.
“Oh! Here!” The scientist chirped, dragging him into a store that looked like a disco ball had exploded inside it. Hisoka found a bench and waited. He was beginning to learn the drill. How could he not after the three other stores and the boot shop? Watari was looking for an exact SOMETHING and he would not give up until he found it. Hisoka prayed it would be soon; the mall was getting to him. He was lost in thought when Watari popped up in front of him unannounced. Hisoka had to hold his heart for a moment to make sure it was working.
“What are you, the malls equivalent of a Navy Seal? Christ! You scared me!”
Watari frowned for a brief moment before handing three shirts to Hisoka and banishing him to the dark confines of the changing room.
Watari saw him in the last shirt and nearly squealed with delight.
“THAT’S IT BON! That’s the one!”
“Yay.” Hisoka wheezed. “Can we go home now?”
“Not just yet.” Watari smiled evily. E-V-I-L-Y. Bad news.
“Ok, so where?” Hisoka sighed, resigning himself to his fate.
“You will see when we get there, pay for those and lets go.”
Hisoka was beginning to sweat. This boded nothing well in his book.

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“Bon, It’s just a piercing.”
“NO!”
Watari was dragging a struggling Hisoka through the doors, trying to dissuade the fingernails scrabbling for purchase on the doorframe.
“NONONONONO”
“Oh, come on, Tsuzuki will like it, and it will heal in no time flat, its not like you have to keep it if you don’t want it anymore.”
“You’re a DOCTOR, aren’t you supposed to be dissuading people from piercing?”
Watari pulled the hem of his turtleneck up to reveal the pale expanse of his well muscled stomach and…a bellybutton ring?”
“No WAY?!” Hisoka gasped from shock.
It was the only distraction Watari needed to drag the smaller shinigami inside the store and slam the door shut, cutting off all chance of escape.

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“OwwwwwWWWWW.” Hisoka whined as he touched the emerald stud in his left ear.
“Hisoka, you are being a baby.”
“Need I remind you this was YOUR bad idea.”?
“I think it looks charming.” Watari bent and whispered, his breath a hot rush in Hisoka’s already hypersensitive ear. The older shinigami brushed back a few baby fine locks of blonde to see it better. “Very charming.”
“You really think so?” Hisoka’s attitude slipped its surly bonds for a moment, a look of open curiosity in his green eyes.
“Definitely.” o yoo you think…Tsuzuki will really like it?”
“Hmm hmm.” Watari nodded affirmatively.
Hisoka said nothing for the rest of their walk back to Watari’s apartment.

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“Go take a shower Bon, and then meet me in my room.”
“Uhhh.”
“Go on.”
Hisoka looked at Watari like he had grown a second head.
“There are towels under the sink.” The scientist stated as he headed towards his bedroom.
“What are you going to do now?” Hisoka asked, purely out of curiosity as the older shinigami fished out his new outfits from their colorful bags.
“First I’m going to find you a choker to match and… then I have to look…for something.”
“Like what?” Hisoka asked, suddenly smelling a trap.
“You’ll see.”
“Argghhhh!”
“Shower Bon.” Watari sing-songed happily.
“Mrgghnnn snurghhhn shinigami..snrgin…scientist…fruuuuurrgghh.” Was all Watari made out as the irritable blonde stomped away.
“That went unexpectedly well. Next step, will not be so easy.” He muttered to himself as he headed for his bedroom, intentionally leaving the door open so that Hisoka would let himself in.

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Watari smiled cheerfully as Hisoka stood just inside his bedroom door, blonde hair plastered to his forehead despite a toweling off. He noted with great satisfaction that the younger shinigami had used the sandalwood soap he had left inside the shower. It was the ONLY soap in the shower. And he had planned it that way. Tsuzuki had once told him in passing coffee cup conversation that he liked the smell of sandalwood. He had to admit it did smell nice, and particularly nice on Hisoka. Good.
Not much time left. He noted as he looked at his watch. And this would be the hardest part. Yippee. Great. He handed a small piece of green silk fabric to Hisoka.
“This first.” He coached as he turned his back and waited for Hisoka to behis his hysterics. He counted down mentally. Five…four…three…two…
“I CANT WEAR A THONG! GOOD LORD!”
“Yes you can Bon, nothing else will do under those leather pants.”
He could hear Hisoka draw in a shuddering breath for patience.
“Watari?”
“Hmm?”
“Uhh…how the hell do I put this on?”

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Watari left Hisoka in his room to make final touches on his outfit as he scurried to answer the door and let Tsuzuki in. He opened it with baited breath, and there, looking perfectly edible, was the man of the night.
“Mhhh…” Watari purred. “I am jealous of Bon, really.” The blonde scientist murmured as he pulled Tsuzuki inside, shut the door, and drew him into a friendly hug.
“You smell good.” Watari stated kindly. “What do you have on?”
“Jasmine.” Tsuzuki whispered.
“Its good.”
“Thanks.”
Tsuzuki paused to look the scientist over from head to toe. He had on a chocolate brown leather tank top; a pair of leather pants to match, and a belt that looked like it had come out of BDSM weekly. The metal studded boots were a nice touch, that, and Wata hai hair cascade in wet curls around his shoulders. All together, it was amazing to behold.
“You look great.” Tsuzuki whispered.
“You too Tsuzuki.”
“Ahh…so is Hisoka hiding?” The dark haired Shinigami asked.
“But of course…I will go get him, wait here?”
“Patiently.” Tsuzuki said.
“Try not to look so nervous Tsuzuki, He might growl, but he seldom bites.”
Tsuzuki nodded, embarrassment tingeing the bridge of his nose pink.
Watari gave him a sultry wink over his shoulder as he headed off down the hall for the bedroom.

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Hisoka looked up at Watari like a sentenced prisoner setting sights on the block.
“I…I can’t…Watari…I’m scared…what if…what!”
“Bon, its just a night club. You are a big…er…well…powerful scary shinigami. You can take care of yourself. This is no big deal.” The tall scientist chided as he took a moment to splash some sandalwood oil on his fingertips.
“But Tsuzuki…but!”
“Hush…Here.” Watari whispered as he let his fingertips trace a little oil over each collarbone, behind each ear, and a generous amount on the hollow of the slender throat and delicate wrists of the vibrating shinigami.
“There. Good to go.” Watari brushed an oil free pinkey finger over the top of both Hisoka’s eyelids, making sure the silver glitter was light, but noticeable, that and the slight tinge of lip shimmer. He was certain now. This perfperfect.
“Go.” Watari shooed Hisoka. “You look perfect.”
“But Watari…”
“Perfect Bon.”
“You sure.”
“Yes. Bon, go!”

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Hisoka hesitantly opened the door and stepped into the hall. Tsuzuki had not seen him yet. He prayed to whatever deity was listening that he did not make a fool of himself, knowing full well that today had not been his day. He sighed as he set his shoulders, forced his hands to relax out of the fists they had made, and set off down the h The The closer he got, the better view he had of Tsuzuki.
For a moment, he could not breathe. His partner had his side to him. He could make out a pair of forest green pleather pants that seemed to flow around every cut and curve of the taller shinigami’s perfect posterior. That black shirt with the cut sleeves was tucked into the leather, and a matching leather buckle choker graced that sleek neck. It was…visually, stunning. When Tsuzuki turned, and that mahogany hair spilled across that flawless porcelain skin, violet eyes awedly taking in his form, he thought he would faint. Perfect. So perfectly beautiful. Hisoka felt that at that moment, he could die again, and die happily; having beheld something so perfect, so astonishingly, ethereally beautiful. And he really had a thing for that shirt. God help him.

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Tsuzuki turned from studying the darkened windows of Watari’s apartment when a flash of tiger beetle green caught his eye. He had to blink twice to be sure as his partner walked hesitantly toward him. Black leather pants, side lace up, if Tsuzuki’s guess was correct, and there was allot of pale, perfect skin showing, so they must have been; graced those amazingly long legs. His eyes traveled from that remarkable leather that moved like it was still alive, up to chest and shoulders, a plain black tank top was accented by the unbuttoned, tiger beetle green silk shirt. It billowed enticingly around the lithe form as he moved. His eyes kept going, tracing that graceful, swan white throat to the tiny, diamond studded black leather choker that accented the perfection. One black leather bracelet, set with a lone gem, winked playfully up from Hisoka’s wrist. There was a barely perceptible sparkle, just above both of those amazing green eyes, and just a little bit of silvery shimmer to those perfect rosebud lips. In that small second that hung for an infinitesimal part of time, Tsuzuki wanto kto kiss Watari. A lot.
The blonde moved hesitantly, the roll of his hips, the complaining creak of leather; it was all enough to make Tsuzuki want to throw himself in Hisoka’s arms and beg him to take him hard and fast. And that would scare the hell out of his tiny angel, so he refrained. It was when they stood almost nose to nose that Tsuzuki began to panic. They were so close that he could feel the nervous energy of the shorter blonde washing through them both. Green met violFor For a moment, neither could think.
“You look, amazing ‘Soka.”
Hisoka simply nodded, not trusting his voice not to squeak with nerves. He swallowed, to clear his throat, and caught a heady whiff of Jasmine, sweet, wild; mixed with the mellow, clean smell of Tsuzuki’s preferred soap and shampoo. He couldn’t breathe, he had to be closer. When he closed his eyes and stepped close enough for them to touch, he could still see Tsuzuki, as if this image was permanently burned onto his retinas. He knew that ten thousand years from now if he were still around, he would be able to close his eyes and see Tsuzuki, just like he was now. Those violet eyes uncertain, expectant, and his aura…it flared across Hisoka’s skin like a wave of hot dancing ants. Need. Love. Fear. Concern. Desire. Normally, it was enough to make Hisoka jerk back and try to flee; drowning in other people’s emotions was painful. But now, it felt sizzling and right. Like the ache of sitting in a hot Jacuzzi too long. He reached up, for a moment, opening his eyes to take in the slight widening of Tsuzuki’s with disbelief. He let his hand hover, just above that porcelain skin, longing to touch the softness. He tried to stop himself, if he touched him, he would be lost, he would loose…and yet… there. His fingertips shimmed across that now blushing cheek. So soft. He wanted to pull his fingers away and lick them like a cat might clean its paw. Taste the sweet, rich flavor that he knew that skin had to possess.
“You.” He whispered, his voice husky with something he could not put into words. “You look wonderful too, Tsuzuki.” He didn’t mean to come out so inviting, but he couldn’t help that the three syllables of Tsuzuki’s name rolling off his tongue like an oath of passion. How could it not?
They were frozen in that moment, neither blinking, afraid to ruin it. Afraid to be the first to pull away.
“BON! TSUZUKI! LETS GO!” Watari bellowed down the hallway. He took in the sight of Hisoka, blinking, his arms crossed across his stomach guiltily, Tsuzuki’s hand was frozen halfway to the smaller blonde’s cheek. Watari kicked himself mentally.
“Shall we? It’s a nice night, you won’t need coats, and the clull bll be plenty warm.” Watari tried apologetically to cover for his in house paging system.
“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this!” Hisoka stated as he came to himself and all of his walls came back up in that moment. “There’s no way, with that many people, I…”
“Come on Bon, or I will telephone Tatsumi.”
Green eyes flashed with irritation.
“Oh, all right!”

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A/N: TBC. Please review?
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