Growing Need

Planting passionate kisses along Hisoka's neck, Tsuzuki stopped to suck the hot spot where it met the shoulder as his fingers ghosted down the boy's chest. One hand drifted steadily further as the other squeezed a nipple between the index finger and thumb, earning a small gasp from the youth as his back arched, grinding his erection deliciously against Tsuzuki's hardness. This action caused the older man to groan, and he began rocking his hips against his young partner's, sweet friction building as their members slid against each other. Moan after moan escaped Hisoka's lips as he responded with upward thrusts of his own.

The southward-bound hand finally reached its destination, stroking Hisoka's inner thighs before fondling his balls, causing him to cry out. Taking this as his cue, Tsuzuki ceased his hips' movements, running a hot, wet trail to his partner's available nipple, swirling around it. Finally reaching the hardened nub itself, he gave it a light lick, biting down gently, and blew on it as his mouth left to explore new territory. The blonde grunted, his form trembling as he threw his head back and grasped desperately at the bedsheets.

He wound his way towards the ultimate goal, dipping his tongue into Hisoka's navel, every noise the boy made causing his already scorching desire to rise. At last reaching his lover's straining arousal, he licked his way to the head, running the very tip of his tongue along the slit, savouring the hiss that reached his ears as he lapped up the pre-come. Tsuzuki took one last look at Hisoka, emerald eyes glazed with want, face flushed a dark shade of crimson, breath quickening with every passing moment as his body quivered in anticipation, before taking the youth's cock into his mouth.

His partner lost all sense of restraint, slender fingers tightly gripping his chocolate hair as a loud, lustful groan voiced the boy's need. Tsuzuki removed the hand that was previously on Hisoka's nipple, unable to fight the overwhelming need to stroke his own neglected member. Licking and sucking up and down the engorged length, occasionally scraping his teeth along the sensitive flesh, his pace picked up as hips bucked wildly underneath him, encouraged by moans and pants that grew more intense with each passing second. Just as his young love was about to reach his climax, Tsuzuki pulled his mouth away, hooking Hisoka's knees over his shoulders and pressing his throbbing erection against the youth's tight entrance, locking their lips in a fiery kiss. Slowly pushing his way in, he could no longer contain himself when he was completely sheathed in velvet warmth, pumping in and out of his lover at a maddening pace. Hearing the moans turn into shouts, feeling fingernails clawing at his back as his partner writhed in ecstasy only made him thrust harder, the flame between them burning hotter and hotter until, "Oh, gods---"

"---Hisoka!!"

Tsuzuki awoke with a start to find his boxers uncomfortably sticky. Another one of those dreams...

He'd been having these sorts of dreams alarmingly often, to the point to where he dare not doze off at work for fear of Hisoka picking up on the waves of pleasure he would undoubtedly emit.

He sighed, tossing the covers aside carelessly as he rolled out of the bed, peeling the messy underwear off of himself and throwing it into the overflowing laundry hamper. Before heading towards the bathroom, he reached for the spare pair of boxers he'd placed on the nightstand.

Yes, it happened that often.

And every time it did, he hated himself for it.

Not that he didn't enjoy the dreams; oh no, that was the farthest thing from the truth. It was the fact that he did enjoy them so much that provoked his self-loathing. 'As if Hisoka's personal life wasn't hellish enough when he was alive, his only sexual experience was even worse... so how can I even think of sleeping with him?!' 'Quite easily,' the malicious voice in the back of his head chimed in.

Scrubbing his groin and thighs with a warm, wet hand towel, he quickly became disgusted with himself for feeling the way he did towards his younger partner. Despite being over twenty years old chronologically, Hisoka's lithe, skinny body was still only sixteen. Sixteen... and this was the body he dreamt of holding, touching, kissing... "Yamerou!!" His fist pounded into the counter top of the sink. Looking down at himself, there was no trace of the night's erotic illusion left on his skin... and yet he still felt every bit as filthy.

In the morning, this filthiness would forbid him from looking that beautiful boy in his equally stunning green eyes, wracking his heart with guilt and self-directed anger... but would also very willingly allow him to stare longingly, greedily, at pure ivory skin, to wonder if it was as soft as it appeared... what it would taste like... 'Urusai!!' his mind screamed at his desires.

Slipping his spare boxers on, he was ready to return to bed; that is, until he noticed a few small shapes on his bed shimmering in the moonlight. "Dammit..." It had made it onto the sheets. Roughly throwing his pillow and comforter to the floor, he wasted no time tearing the navy-blue sheets that were stained with white off of the matress and hurling them in the general direction of the hamper, hardly caring where they ended up as long as they were out of his sight.

This had been so much simpler before Kyoto; he had been no less in love with Hisoka before, but his lust was far easier to supress back then. His love hadn't been so thickly tainted with need as it was now... and the more control he lost, the more he felt---

'IIE!!' he shrieked violently in his thoughts.

He didn't bother replacing the sheets; he was going back to sleep now. This line of thought needed to end before it truly began.

'Give it up, Asato,' that evil voice sneered, 'quit wallowing in denial: if you can't keep your feelings towards a mere bouya in line--'

'URUSAI!!'

'--then you're no better than that sick bastard Muraki.'

His heart sank as the truth of the phantom's words permeated his core. For that reason, foremost among many, tears stung his violet eyes as he faced the facts.

He was unworthy of Hisoka.

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AN: I had some horrendous writer's block while trying to put this one together... but, here it is! I hope to make Chapter 3 a bit longer than its predecessors xD

Many thanks to Dark_Lady_69 and laustic for the lovely reviews ^.^ (I did the happy dance upon reading them!)