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 Ficcy has hijacked me and will not let me sleep *sounds of author attempting to nail gun a plot-bunny to the wall* 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 loyal readers and reviewers.

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The club was crowded, Hot, dark, and…amazing. Hisoka was already gasping for air from the press of emotions. He had expected it to be more scattered, but the people only really shared two or three similar sentiments, and those that did were all out on the dance floor, writhing like a huge monster with many tentacles. It was…hypnotic. He was almost lost for a moment before Watari pressed himself to the smaller shinigami’s back, his hands riding low across Hisoka’s hips, fingers twining in the side lacings of his leather pants. He dropped down to whisper into Hisoka’s ear, his damp hair tracing wet patterns across the smaller blonde’s collarbones.
“Just concentrate on Tsuzuki Bon. It will all be alright.”
“Watari?” He bared his throat to the taller scientist, leaning back until his tousled hair tickled that pale jaw. “I don’t know if I can do this…I…”
“Bon, trust in him, he will not let you down.” And then, just like a whisp of smoke, Watari was gone. Just the scent of his aftershave. Hisoka had lost sight of Tsuzuki, and was suddenly feeling completely abandoned and alone in the midst of thousands of people. He still could not find Tsuzuki ten minutes later. He forced himself to do the most calm and logical thing he could think of, he scrambled over to the bar and ordered himself a glass of white wine. He just had to stay calm until he could escape. This torture would be over with in a few hours, or so he told himself. Someone would come to find him. He sat down with his back to the bar, watching the others dancing on the floor. They were amazingly graceful. Funny, he never noticed that before.

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He leaned back onto his elbow to get a little more comfortable about half an hour later, who knew the time anyways? Time was meaningless here, only measured in sunrises and sunsets. He was on his third glass of wine, and still uncertain in his surroundings, but finding that the crowded, hot space could be as soothing as constant white noise. The clamor was almost as loud as silence. He didn’t even know what he was waiting for, watching for, until he finally spotted Tsuzuki. A sensuous song was playing, and Tsuzuki, was dancing by himself. The mellow winding of his hips to a song that simply oozed sex and need, made Hisoka’s mouth dry. His head was thrown back, his mahogany hair starting to turn a deep shade of wine red with the sweat that was already beading there, making his bangs cling to his forehead and throat. Hisoka suddenly felt a need to breeze out onto that dance floor, and fall into the dance with Tsuzuki, let his hands trace those amazing leather clad thighs, and trace across the lean, well muscled stomach. He was so lost, he barely noticed unthe ohe other young man was nearly in his lap. Then he rocketed back to reality.
“My name is Seth.” The dark haired boy whispered. “Would you like to dance?”
“Dance?” Hisoka whispered as if he had never heard that foreign word before. “I…I don’t know how. I’m sorry.” The dark haired boy looked him up and down.
“New to this sort of scene?”
Hisoka nodded, he was certain it was obvious.
“You with someone then?”
Hisoka did not like where this was going.
“Yes.” A familiar voice purred off to Hisoka’s left. “He’s with me.”
“Ahhh.” Seth stated, a smile tracing the corners of his mouth. “Somehow I figured the two most beautiful men in the club must be together.”
And with a kindly wink, the dark haired boy wound off into the crowd, looking, presumably, for another dance partner.
“Tsuzuki!” Hisoka had to fight the urge to cry with relief. He must have been so occupied with Seth that he did not hear the songs change. And speaking of songs changing, a slow one was playing now. It was a beautiful song.
“Would you dance with me, ‘Soka?”
The blonde looked up into the hopeful violet eyes.
“I have never danced with…err… I’ve never not lead, I wouldn’t know what to do…” Hisoka whispered, suddenly sad he he could not comply with what Tsuzuki wanted.
“I will teach you. Don’t worry.”
“But Tsuzuki, I…”
“Shhh.” Tsuzuki silenced Hisoka with a graceful finger over his lips. “Just trust me, and come dance.”
“Tsuzuki?” The taller brunette snatched the last of Hisoka’s glass of wine, downing it in one gulp, then sighed in relief.
“Much better, I’m so hot.” Tsuzuki sighed.
Hisoka bit back the words that wanted to jump off of his tongue. Instead, he just tentatively, held his hand out to Tsuzuki.
“Show me?”
Tsuzuki gently clasped the offered hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze for comfort before drawing Hisoka to his feet, and leading him out onto the floor. Other couples were already lost in each o’s a’s arms, never even glancing up. Tsuzuki found a few feet of floor space. Standing calmly, he tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy, taking in Hisoka’s every move, every nervous twitch and anxious breath.
“Hisoka, I will not hurt you, ever. You can trust me. Emotions aren’t all bad. Some of them are quite nice, even the ones that can be so strong, they scare you; will you dance with me despite them? Let me show you?” Tsuzuki whispered, it was so low; Hisoka wondered if he had imagined it.
Somehow, he knew that the question was multifaceted, and went deeper than a simple dance. But looking into Tsuzuki’s eyes, he knew he was already lost. They had been dancing partners for a long time, but they had never danced. Not until now. And he would not turn this down or away. Tsuzuki would not hurt him, let him flounder and drown.
“Yes.” Hisoka whispered.
Only thirty seconds must have passed, but he could swear a lifetime of minutes had gone by. When Tsuzuki smiled broadly, genuinely, and tugged Hisoka a little closer to him, taking the hand he already held, Tsuzuki began the lesson.
“This hand.” He whispered as he slid Hisoka’s hand between his shoulder blades. “Here.” Hisoka braced his elbow, leaning back against Tsuzuki experimentally, feeling his partner reflexively wrap an arm around his shoulders and easily bend his knees to take his weight. “Good, see, I’m not going anywhere.” Tsuzuki murmured as he offered his other hand, tilted, for Hisoka to take.
Hisoka could barely take his eyes off of Tsuzuki’s face. There was this incredible calm in his eyes, a calm that seemed to say, ‘I have been waiting for this dance all of my life, where have you been?’ He could feel the warmth and love, radiating off of Tsuzuki like the brush of body heat that was rising between them. Hisoka stepped into it then, full force. Taking up Tsuzuki’s offer he took a step closer until there was nothing but the warmth of their skin, the flow of pure emotion.
His hand carefully fluttered to rest, cradled in Tsuzuki’s broader palm, and suddenly there was no onse ose on that dance floor. No other emotions, no more soul crushing claustrophobia. He was as free as if they danced alone on a hilltop under the stars. He focused purely on Tsuzuki. The emotions that had been so frightening to him to experience coming from his violet-eyed partner, suddenly were not. He understood. Tsuzuki loved him, body, mind and soul. The desire was a natural thing, not something horrible like Muraki had made it into for him. This desire was good, tangible, pure and rolling. He closed his eyes, feeling the beat, feeling Tsuzuki leaning into his hand like every good dance partner should, he could feel through that connection, the soft sway that Hisoka could use to know when and where Tsuzuki would move next, head to toe. This wasn’t so different from leading. In a way, it was a nice surrender.
Tsuzuki simply swayed at first, making sure that Hisoka was balanced back into his hand and could feel his weight, his motion. The first few steps, the smaller shinigami was behind, or ahead, but that was just the nerves. Tsuzuki knew that. He could feel that Hisoka knew how to dance, just not to trust.
He bent to whisper into the blonde shinigami’s ear, and nearly faltered. There, winking up at him, was a tiny emerald stud. Another closer inspection proved it had not been there long. He could see it had clearly healed quickly, as it should, but just underneath it was a tiny spot of blood. Almost unnoticeable. Hisoka had done that for him. He was certain of it. It was striking, and beautiful, just like his partner. He recovered from his shock, even before the blonde in his arms had a chance to notice. He wanted this dance to be perfect, more than ever.
“Trust me…” He whispered. “Just close your eyes and trust me.” He nuzzled against the new piercing, a gentle way of assuring Hisoka that he had noticed, and he liked and appreciated the gesture. He caught the scent of sandalwood then, tangy and earthy, all at once, and he felt light. It was so wonderful on Hisoka; he wanted to taste that skin so badly, wanted to bow his head and nibble on that graceful neck, slide his fingers through that silky blonde hair. He sent that need, that desire and emotion rolling out to Hisoka, and suddenly his emotions matched the music, the lyrics and their motion perfectly; and in that moment, Hisoka caught on. Their movements went from uncertain to strong and sure. They didn’t notice the crowd that was gathering to watch them dance, or the D.J. who simply smiled, shook his head, and started the song over. It was four minutes of heaven, and time had stopped for Tsuzuki, and it was just those blissfully closed eyes with their long blonde lashes, strong arms, sweat, sandalwood and jasmine. Perfect. And as the music stopped, it was Hisoka winding his arms around Tsuzuki’s neck, as if in a dream, pulling their bodies together, and then slowly, tilting his head, waiting, closing his eyes. Strong arms were holding him secure, and then the burning hot closeness of Tsuzuki’s skin, and then, soft, tentative, butterfly kisses on his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and at long last his lips. Tsuzuki tasted the soft skin, like kissing a rose petal, tasted the sweet tang of white wine, sweat, and Hisoka. So sweet and so good. The whistling and applause broke their kiss off, however, before it could go any deeper.
“Tsu…Tsu…Tsuzuki…” Hisoka stuttered as his partner pulled away with a wistful smile. They were surrounded by a ring of people, all whistling, cheering, and looking generally happy for them. It was as embarrassing as hell.
“Lets go home ‘Soka.” Tsuzuki whispered.
“Home?” Hisoka whispered. He could not stop blushing and he felt like his brain had gone out the window.
“Home…I want another dance with you…somewhere quiet.” Tsuzuki purred.
Slowly Hisoka nodded, detaching himself from Tsuzuki almost regretfully, then offered him his hand.
“What about Watari?”
“Watari, I am sure, is already home ‘Soka. We’ve been here longer than you think. You sat at that bar for two hours without blinking.
“T…Two…?”
“Yes two, I watched you.”
“I couldn’t find you, or Watari. I just waited, I thought only half an hour had ed, ed, no more than that.”
“You should have seen your face Hisoka, I waited for you to come ask me to dance, but you never did.”
Hisoka made a sad sound in the back of his throat.
“I’m sorry Tsuzuki…”
“Don’t be.” The older shinigami whispered. “Don’t ever be sorry…I was dancing just for you…”

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A/N: TBC. Please review?
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