Dance Partners

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Strong and tender arms laid him back against the cool sheets of the bed. It was comfortable and soft; Hisoka noted. That, and it smelled like Tsuzuki. It was as if he were lying wrapped in his soon to be lover’s clothes. It was good. Any further chance he got to think suddenly disappeared as Tsuzuki’s mouth was on his nipple, nimble tongue and teeth playing, nipping, until Hisoka began to moan. He was aware his collar and wristband were suddenly missing. Oh well, he was too lost in the sensations of that wonderful mouth. When he thought he could take no more though, Tsuzuki was over him, on his elbows, his fingers trailing the binding leather over Hisoka’s straining erection. It had really started to hurt from being so confined, and as those gentle fingers trailed, Hisoka arched up into the touch
“Tsuzuki!” His name a shuddering cry on his lovers lips. Tsuzuki moved then, rocking their straining bodies together. Hisoka screamed, his voice nearly strangled.
“Alright Koibito. Alright. Enough of that for now.”
“T…Tsuzuki…that felt…good.” Hisoka was heaving for air, his lips trembling and parted pleadingly.
“I know.” The violet-eyed shinigami laughed. “So do the neighbors.”
“Anou…”
“Don’t be embarrassed ‘Soka. I don’t care what they do or don’t hear.”
Hisoka was starting to pant.
“Then please…please!”
“Soka?” Tsuzuki asked curiously.
“I. Need. You. Now.” The blonde shinigami grated, nearly in tears, feeling like his skin was on fire, his kiss-reddened lips trembling as if he were cold. The combination of Tsuzuki’s need and his own was stunningly painful.
The violet eyed shinigami didn’t need to be asked twice, but they would need...he looked around, casting from one side of his room to the other, then remembered. Was that what Watari put in his pocket ‘for luck?” He remembered the blonde scientist hugging him fiercely and then sliding something into his back pocket…
“Here, you and Bon might need this, just you know, for luck…” Tsuzuki true to form had been too nervous to even remember it was there…until now. And he prayed as he reached into his pocket and…
“YES!” He would have to thank Watari later. Lube. Sandalwood scenlubelube. The scientist never failed to think about those sorts of things. The little details.
Hisoka was looking at him curiously.
“What’s that for?”
Tsuzuki nearly face faulted. Hisoka didn’t know what the lube was for? Oh man, this wasn’t good…
“Soka, we are going to need this you know, I’m not going to take you dry. That would hurt.”
“Its not supposed to hurt?”
Tsuzuki suddenly felt sick. Muraki must have taken Hisoka like that…the blonde shinigami really didn’t know that he wasn’t supposed to hurt or bleed? He would willingly let him take him; despite thinking it would be torture…all because it would make Tsuzuki feel good? The dark haired shinigami was floored.
“Whats wrong, did I do something wrong?” Hisoka’s voice was quiet and fearful as he felt Tsuzuki’s emotions rocket from despair to disgust and back to anger and hate.
Tsuzuki started to shake, pulling Hisoka’s body to his, hugging him tightly.
“No, oh no Hisoka, everything’s fine…I just…” He stroked the smooth skin of that milky pale shoulder reassuringly.
“It’s because I’m tainted, isn’t it?” Hisoka’s green eyes were filled with a fearful waiting. He was waiting for rejection.
“NO, Hisoka, NO, don’t ever think that!”
“Then what is it?” Voice quivering, still aroused and still expecting denunciation. Hisoka was raw with pain and need.
“Oh, I love you so much ‘Soka, you would willingly give yourself to me, thinking that making love with me would hurt like it did with…NO…it won’t hurt like that, that’s torture, that’s cruel.”
Hisoka blinked up at Tsuzuki as the older shinigami pressed his lips to his.
“We use this.” Tsuzuki stated as he broke off the tender gesture and waved the bottle of lube. “And we go slow. And it won’t hurt like that.”
“It…won’t?” Those green eyes, so surprised and innocent, made Tsuzuki’s breath catch in his throat.
“I promise.”
Hisoka found nothing but truth in those violet eyes. And god help him, but he believed.
“Do you still want me?” Tsuzuki asked gently
“Please?” Hisoka’s voice was tentative, pleading and soft.
“Alright.” Tsuzuki whispered as he slid down Hisoka’s chest, pressing hot kisses as he went, until he reached the button on those amazing leather pants. He looked up at Hisoka, eyes asking for permission. He got it in a slight nod.
Unbuttoning carefully, he exposed more of that pale skin to his fingertips, and then, to his questing mouth. Smiling at the minute whimpers Hisoka made every time his lips touched that hot skin.
He smiled as he kissed lower and slid the zipper down to that green silk thong. He recognized Watari’s work, but said nothing. (Mentally he was making a checklist of the nice things he would have to do for Watari to tell him thank you!)
He could feel the burning warmth of Hisoka’s need through that thin fabric…and feeling more than a little impish; he took both fabric and desire into his mouth. He let his tongue swirl teasingly over the silky fabric, making damp patterns and sucking on the soft and steely skin that laid tantalizingly just beyond the touch of his mouth. Hisoka cried out shrilly, and surprising Tsuzuki, tenderly tangled his fingers in his hair.
“Mhhhhh….” Tsuzuki didn’t mean to hum aloud, but the fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp were so gentle. He was expecting to have his hair pulled, as some inexperienced lover might do. But no. It was like Hisoka didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body when it came to this, this lovemaking, he heard him sob at the sensation of that hum, and he did stop with it, but he never let his mouth leave Hisoka. The younger shinigami was starting to thrash his head from side to side, trying to bear the sensations that were fast becoming too much. Taking pity on his lover Tsuzuki helped pry the leather way from Hisoka’s hips. He did not even have to ask, Hisoka reflexively lifted his hips up, giving Tsuzuki the space need to remove the leather. The older shinigami laughed as he tugged it away and off Hisoka’s legs along with his socks. There were tiny wrinkle marks and hatch marks from the lacing and the tight heat of the fabric clinging like a second skin. He his his fingers trace them before he released Hisoka from his mouth, just as the blonde was starting to wail piteously for more. Tsuzuki couldn’t believe how responsive Hisoka was. It had to be because he was an empath. God he wanted him. As much as he loved that thong too, it had to go. And go it did.
Tsuzuki must have set a “strip-speed record” as he slid off the end of the bed and peeled himself out of his pleather. He heard Hisoka sigh as he glazedly watched. Tsuzuki got it loud and clear. Hisoka really liked the fact that he had gone commando. Well, it had been an accident really. He had no idea where his thong had gone and he couldn’t wear anything under the pleather…so…here he was.
“Tsuzuki?”
“’Soka?”
“Please let me touch you?!”
Tsuzuki chortled as he slid up onto the bed again and over Hisoka’s body, making his own weeping erection brush against his partners.
“Ahhhhh….TSUZUKI!” Hisoka bucked up against him, bringing tears to the mahogany haired shinigami’s eyes.
“’Soka ‘Soka…Easy…” Tsuzuki pleaded as he cradled their bodies together until the smaller shinigami stilled, his mouth slightly open, eyes squeezed shut, breath coming in whimpers. Hisoka’s fingertips took on a life of their own, seemingly beyond the dazed look of those emeralds as they fluttered open, those delicate fingers reverently stroked Tsuzuki’s hair, touching face, neck, shoulders, whatever they could reach, until, with a reassured sigh, Hisoka relaxed completely under Tsuzuki.
“I want you inside of me.” Hisoka whispered.
“Now?” Tsuzuki asked.
“Now was ten minutes ago.” Hisoka wheezed. “Please, I can’t wait anymore.”
“Hisoka, if you want to stop at any point..”
“Baka!” Hisoka laughed and cried at the same time.
“If your sure.” Tsuzuki murmured, soothing a drop of sweat off his lover’s brow.
Hisoka reached down between their bodies, taking Tsuzuki’s erection into his hand and running his fingers the length of it. Making Tsuzuki simper involuntarily.
“I. Am. So. Sure.” Hisoka murmured as he let his hand idly stroke a counterpoint to his words.
“Mhh…’Soka.” Tsuzuki broke away and pushed Hisoka’s teasing hand away before this night ended far to soon and before he could become any more incoherent.
Hisoka was watching him curiously as he relocated the tube of lube and flipped the cap open and squeezed a small amount out onto one finger.
Tsuzuki leaned down to kiss his partner, and then with one knee, nudged his legs apart. Hisoka complied a little shakily, but never broke his kiss with Tsuzuki. He felt that tapered finger, gently probing his opening, sliding a little lube at his entrance, and then, ever so slowly, pushing inside past that tight ring of muscle.
Ever fiber of his being went into clamping down on that invading digit, his back arching as he cried out almost wordlessly into Tsuzuki’s mouth.
Tsuzuki let him up for air, as he whispered reassuringly.
“It going to be alright...just relax, I will take care of you.” Tsuzuki soothed, his violet eyes filled with love and sympathy. The older shinigami let his free hand run through Hisoka’s hair, tangling in the locks as he pressed a kiss to that smooth forehead.
Hisoka began to calm, and Tsuzuki moved his finger, stroking in and out until Hisoka relaxed from the inside out. He could tell by his partners face that it wasn’t hurting at all, and it was starting to feel…good…even. A little more scented lube, ansecosecond finger joined the first.
“Itai.” Hisoka gasped, reflexively clutching Tsuzuki’s shoulders and burying his face into his partner’s neck.
“Hang on ‘ Soka…it will get better really soon.”
Tsuzuki cradled Hisoka to him, pressing hot kisses to the side of his neck and shoulder.
“Soka, let me in, just a little further, can you relax a little more?” He felt the blonde give under his hand,
Hisoka hissed as those fingers pressed so deeply, so far into him, that for a moment, he thought his heart would burst in his chest, and then there was a jolt of white hot and a flash of gold in front of his eyes. It felt excellent, like the tingling moment before you faint and everything was blurry, those two fingers kept accosting that nub inside of him until he felt weak and limp. He felt Tsuzuki scissor, stretch, gently sliding more lube inside him. Those fingers that he had fought at first, were now leaving him feeling filled. He could feel Tsuzuki’s awe, perplexion and wonder. He could feel how hot he felt around Tsuzuki’s fingers, how tight. He could feel himself trembling and hear himself whimpering. He tried to stop, to slow his breathing. It wasn’t hurting, it was just that it was so hard to fight of the memories of what ‘he’ had done…but he had not prepared him like this, ‘he’ had not made Hisoka feel full and comfortable and safe. He knew Tsuzuki loved him, and he loved him back. This was a small fear, they could appease it together.
Vaguely, he heard Tsuzuki’s warning, but he was not reallyparepared when the third finger slid into him, stretching, pushing until he burned and ached.
“Nhhhh. Tsuzuki…mhhhh. Itai!” He barked as his fingernails dug tiny crescent moons into his partner’s shoulders.
“Shhh.” Tsuzuki soothed. He could feel the trickle of blood starting down his back, but Hisoka hadn’t meant it, he could fell his momentary panic, and understood. “I am so sorry angel, so sorry. Trust me, we’ll get through this.”
Hisoka nodded dimly against that milky shoulder, feeling the strength and gentleness in Tsuzuki that was again reassuring.*He loves me. He wont hurt me…he will go slow.* Hisoka thought.
Tsuzuki kept his fingers still inside him, his free hand just stroking Hisoka’sr, hr, his face, his shoulders, kissing his cheek or his forehead, and just talking. Calm, conversational, steady. Hisoka could not concentrate on more than his body and both their emotions at the same time. He had trouble focusing and really had no idea what his partner was saying, he couldn’t concentrate over his fight with his body, but it felt like those words must be kind and good. The emotions rolling over Tsuzuki tasted like citrus and sunlight and something exotic, like coconut or suntan lotion. It was rich and soothing. The pain was not so bad in a very short amount of time. Tsuzuki’s finger’s began to tease that pleasure spot inside Hisoka again, and then, pushing him away from his shoulder the dark shinigami’s mouth was on his, tasting, soothing, comforting, imitating the motion of his fingers. Hisoka cried out into that sweet mouth, feeling like he was so near, so near to something that he couldn’t grasp. Immediately, those teasing fingers were gone, the haze was gone, and the world returned with a sonic pop as Tsuzuki let him up for breath
“”Soka.” Tsuzuki stroked the sweaty blonde strands out of his partner’s eyes and helped him to a steady sitting position before he then rolled off of the top of him and onto his back. The older shinigami snuggled down into the blankets, propping his head up on a pillow. He pulled his knees up for balance, and set his feet flat on the mattress.
“Tsuzuki?” Hisoka asked, dumbfounded. *What now?*
“ Come here.” Tsuzuki murmured as he offered both of his hands to Hisoka for support.
Hisoka rocked back onto his heels, looking uncertain; his face flushed still, his chest heaving. He uncertainly laced his fingers with the older shinigami’s as he moved and straddled Tsuzuki. He looked lost and uncertain as he balanced against those strong hands that were guiding him until he came to rest on that hot stomach in front of his erection. Every nerve in his body was jumping, his skin hypersensitive. Tsuzuki tenderly stroked Hisoka’s sides and back, his fingers feather soft and gentle, searching, memorizing, worshipping. For a moment, the older shinigami said nothing until Hisoka relaxed into his touch with a murmur.
“How?” Hisoka asked, his confusion evident to Tsuzuki, who finally understood why his partner didn’t get it.
“This way, you will have control.” Tsuzuki whispered.
Hisoka was blushing and now having an idea of what Tsuzuki had planned, was still uncertain.
Tsuzuki smiled, his angel was astonishingly beautiful when he blushed like that.
“First.” Tsuzuki smiled reassuringly. He uncapped the lube again, and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand and reached behind Hisoka, and with sure, contented strokes, caressed some more of the scented, slippery stuff onto his own erection, and tried not to groan.
“I am ready whenever you are ‘Soka, go as fast or slow as you want to.” Tsuzuki murmured as he wiped the lube off his hand and onto the blankets; and then he rested both hands on his lover’s hips. Hisoka’s emerald green orbs met Tsuzuki’s violet. He suddenly couldn’t breathe. A trill of fear, anticipation and arousal made his skin feel like it was ice cold and burning hot at the same time. He shivered reflexively; and it made Tsuzuki frown.
“Hisoka…if it hurts at any point, just stop.”
Hisoka blinked at Tsuzuki. It was as if the older shinigami had read his mind, his fears.
“You wont hurt me.” Hisoka smiled, knowing that nothing Tsuzuki could ever do would be anything like what Muraki did. He knew it instinctively.
Fortified with that knowledge, it helped him get his courage back. He gave his partner a reassuring little smile as he rose up onto his knees and slid backwards, positioning himself over Tsuzuki’s shaft, using one hand to guide him, and then placing the other hand on the bigger man’s sternum for balance; Hisoka lowered himself. He felt Tsuzuki instinctively increase his grasp on his hips, helping to hold his weight so that he could go slowly. He looked deeply into those violet eyes, watching pupils narrow to near pinpoints as he took a shaky breath and let it out, letting Tsuzuki slide into him the tiniest bit.
Hisoka did not look away, Tsuzuki deserved to be able to see his face as he took him in.
He slid a little further down, feeling the tightness, the slight twinge of pain and stretching. He was full. So full. Like he had been empty before, and now that was all gone and he felt the beginnings of completion.
Tsuzuki’s fingers dug into his hips as he fought the urge to thrust, Hisoka knew he was fighting so hard to control that urge, to let him go slow. Hisoka wanted more though; he wanted Tsuzuki deeper, he almost wished he would thrust, end this exquisite wanting and to hell with the pain. Shakily, he pushed back a little m it it was starting to…hell…not good! His muscles spasmed and he arched his back. Unable to stop an involuntary cry.
“I…I…Itai.” *Dammit. He hadn’t meant to cry out.*
“Just stay like that.” Tsuzuki breathed heavily, his voice shaking and husky. “It will pass, just stay.” Hisoka nodded slightly and forced himself to breathe, to relax. He was still being stretched, but it was getting better. He sighed and let himself slide backwards a little more, curious to see if he could bear it, and accidentally slid the rest of the way down, slamming Tsuzuki home.
“Nhhhrrrrrrrr.” Tsuzuki gasped, his eyes wide with the sudden pleasure of Hisokas hot body surrounding him, and the fear that his smaller lover might have just hurt himself.
Hisoka’s head was thrown back, his back arched. He was barely breathing, his hands convulsively clutching Tsuzuki’s wrists.
“H..Hisoka?!” Tsuzuki swallowed hard, trying not to pant at the tightness that was clutching him, holding him. Slowly, the blonde pulled himself upright, his eyes, while teary at the corners held triumph.
“It didn’t hurt.” He nearly laughed aloud. “It felt good.” He smiled at Tsuzuki, watching the panic fade from those beautiful features. Tsuzuki understood all to well why his partner was so gleeful. He had beaten Muraki. He belonged to Tsuzuki now, and he would never be hurt again. Sex wasn’t torture, it could be good, be about love.
Tsuzuki released Hisoka’s hips, dragging his hands up that amazingly sculpted back, touching, whisping, until his fingers reached Hisoka’s face. He stroked those flushed cheekbones, drying the tears that still clung like midnight jewels in the corners of those amazing emeralds.
“I love you Hisoka.” Tsuzuki murmured.
“I love you, too… always.” Hisoka breathed as he experimentally moved. Tsuzuki hissed in desperate pain. He wanted to move so much. Hisoka smiled at him gently, taking pity on his patient lover. He let himself rise until he was gripping all but the tip of Tsuzuki’s shaft, then pushed back down hard. Hard enough to make himself see stars. There was a little stinging, a little pain, but it was a good pain, and it was fading fast. He did it again.
Tsuzuki whimpered.
“Oh Hisoka, angel, you feel so good.” Tsuzuki breathed as he let his fingers fall to his lover’s hips, urging him to move faster. Hisoka was lost, his mouth open, but not making a sound as he wordlessly moved, every time Tsuzuki’s shaft brushed that spot inside him, he moaned, low, wrung out. It was good. Suddenly, Tsuzuki was thrusting to meet him, and it was even better. His partner matching his rhythm effortlessly, whispering his name over and over again like a prayer.
“So good, so good.” Tsuzuki whimpered, his violet eyes filled with passion he could not express, need that went beyond the physical being met.
“Tsuzuki…oh god.” Hisoka could feel the tension building inside him, the tingle spreading from the tips of his fingers all the way to his curled toes. It was so amazing and it was all he could do to hang on. When Tsuzuki’s fingers clasped over his neglected erection, keeping time with his thrusts, he could not stop himself from crying out.
“Harder! Please! Harder!” Hisoka sobbed. He couldn’t stop his tears. Tsuzuki was crying, he was crying, and then it was as if their souls merged. Hisoka could feel how tight he was around Tsuzuki, the knee weakening sensation of sliding into that tight ring of muscle. *He loves me he loves me, he really wants me oh God I love him…* Tsuzuki’s thoughts leaked through into his emotions, his feelings unguarded in his throes. It was double the pleasure for Hisoka, and he could barely hold out. Tsuzuki was meeting him so hard that between the two of them, he was getting the wind knocked out of him, and he didn’t care. There was this amazing truth between them, a ragged kind of relief and healing beginning.
“Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki, I…I’m going to!” And then it hit him, it was like a slow paralysis that started at the back of his neck and working its way down, hot, he was on fire, so hot, and then at last, he tilted his head back, and with one last enormous effort, slammed down on Tsuzuki and sent himself over the edge with a shuddering cry; he spilled out into Tsuzuki’s clenched hand. He felt himself tighten down through Tsuzuki\'s emotional spillover, felt his muscles ripple unbearably pleasurable around his length. The older shinigami’s hands clasped like steel onto Hisoka’s hips, thrusting through his smaller lovers’ last spasms until he fell over the edge, crying Hisoka’s name. Hisoka startled as the first flood of warmth spilled within him, at the intensity, at the sheer depth of the way it touched him inside. It was hot, molten and he whimpered involuntarily as Tsuzuki rocked, thrusting ever so gently a few last times, waiting for his orgasm to wash itself out.
Hisoka was boneless and could barely see. He collapsed to Tsuzuki’s chest with a small sigh, his tears still flowing freely. Tsuzuki was heaving for air and still whimpering in that state of sensory overload. Hisoka leaned up to kiss the soft skin of the jaw he was snuggling up against, tangling his fingers in that soft mahogany hair.
“Shhh, Tsuzuki…its alright. Don’t cry. I’m here.” Hisoka soothed over and over, letting his fingers keep stroking until with a little sigh and a hiccup, Tsuzuki drifted back to earth.
“Oh ‘Soka” He breathed as he wrapped his arms around his smaller partner, still inside him despite the angle. “I love you so much, I’m so glad that you honored me with you.”
Hisoka smiled, and Tsuzuki could feel it against his collarbone from where he lay.
“I love you Tsuzuki, there is no one else I want to be with, now, forever.”
There was a knock at the door.

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Tsuzuki and Hisoka eyed each other both reluctant to move, to ruin the moment. But the knocking was insistent.
“That’s it, someone’s going to die!” Hisoka growled as he heaved hif tof to his feet, detangling from Tsuzuki with a wince and wrapping himself in a blanket from the waist down as he stomped to the front door. Opening it a crack, he came face to face with the lady with the pink muumuu. He had to fight his first visceral reflex to shudder and look away. She was a biddy. How could he have been unsure before.
“Tsuzuki…I have received four phone calls about the…noise level in your apartment and I just want you to…hello, who are you?”
“I am Tsuzuki’s drunken coworker.” Hisoka snapped testily.
“Oh.” The old lady grunted sharply as she looked over his stomach and the now trailing blanket around his waist. And oddly enough…his leg. Her jaw was dropped in horror, her eyes wide. She began to back away.
“I didn’t know…is he…your” she paused to swallow hard. “Husband?” Hisoka blinked and got a very nasty idea.
“Yes, why yes he is. And we don’t take kindly to people interfering with our…life. And you have interrupted us twice. I really have to say that you shouldn’t be bothering MY” he let the word roll off his tongue. “Tsuzuki. And furthermore, since I will see to it that his rent gets paid shortly…why don’t you…hmm…” Hisoka searched for the correct words, how did the American’s say it? “Piss off broad!” Yep. That was it. The old lady backed away, hands in the air in horror, she was really starting to stare at his leg again, and then glancing at his chest again too…what the fuck was her problem?
“You both are going to hell, both of you, you GAY FREAKS!” She cried as she beat a horrified and hasty retreat.
“Not so tough once you stand up to her, eh Tsuzuki?” The dark haired shinigami was just shaking his head and watching from the hallway.
“Nicely done Hisoka, she will not be back here for a long time, thankfully.”
“I was only telling her off, I didn’t do anything!”
Tsuzuki just laughed.
“Hisoka, love, look at your legs.”
Hisoka looked down and blushed crimson.
“Oh my god…it was…the whole time?!” Hisoka gasped as he wiped the trail of his lover’s seed off of the back of his legs, and where it had trickled down around his shin.
Tsuzuki just nodded and guided a hotly blushing Hisoka back to his bedroom.
“And you should see your stomach…” Hisoka looked down to see his own seed still plastered indelibly against his skin. His blush got deeper, if it was possible. “Lets get some sleep, ne, Hisoka?”
“Might as well.” The blonde chuckled ruefully. “OH GOD!” He wailed as the embarrassment set in full force.
Tsuzuki just tried to sooth his lover back into bed for some sleep.

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There was something suspicious about the way Watari was watching Tsuzuki and Hisoka. The scientist had brought the young shinigami some aspirin not minutes before, and there seemed to be something brotherly about the way he patted the young man\'s arm. Something was up. Was Hisoka injured? Well, maybe working with Tsuzuki just gave him the same kind of headaches it gave Konoe. Well…maybe. There were little alarm bells going of in Tatsumi’s head as he watched Watari retreat back to his lab, and Tsuzuki kneel by Hisoka. Something was different between the two. They hadn’t fought yet today…the office was quiet. Had been quiet. Maybe that was what was nagging at him. It was too damn quiet. That was it. Paperclips. He had paperclips to sort…

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Fini…
Or is it? :P