Growing Need

"H-Hisoka," Tsuzuki stammered, "What are you--"

He was swiftly silenced by Hisoka's lips again crushing his own, the boy's brazen tongue plundering his mouth once more, waging a territorial war with Tsuzuki's as he explored every inch of the humid cavern. Tsuzuki drank the blonde's flavour covetously, the blood he had forced out of his groin returning with a painful vengeance, moaning into the kiss when his clothed erection was greeted roughly by Hisoka's, the fabric between them heightening the friction. Chuckling, his youthful partner planted smoldering kisses from his jaw to his shoulder, biting down hard on the nape of his neck, causing the brunette to gasp as he leaned his head back to give his love full access to the sensitive skin.

'Can this really be happening?' he wondered. 'I've never seen Hisoka so... aggressive before...' All doubt of this being a reality was quickly erased from his mind, as was most coherent thought, when said aggressor began nibbling on his collar bone, frantic fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his white work shirt. Those slender digits wove sensuous patterns down his chest and abdomen, one hand retracing its steps to pinch a nipple as the other lead a ghosting fingertip up the man's spine, who whimpered desperately and arched his body into Hisoka's at the contact. "Nnnnn... Tsuzuki..." the youth groaned, lowering his head to his partner's available nipple, suckling the hardened bud as he took it between his teeth, rewarded with a hiss as Tsuzuki's breathing grew ragged.

Beyond the strong tea they had consumed, Tsuzuki had been able to detect a hint of citrus in the boy's essence before their lips had parted, and he found himself craving more. Gripping his blonde lover's chin, he claimed Hisoka's mouth, thrusting his tongue past lips that were all too eager to comply to his demands. 'Mmm... lemon tarts. Does his entire body taste like that?' He decided to find out, lapping at Hisoka's throat with long, maddeningly slow licks, then sucking the ultra-sensitive crook of the slim neck, earning a pleasured sigh as the pliant form against him trembled with need. Slipping his hands underneath the teen's t-shirt, he spread his fingers out as they traveled upward, hiking the cloth up with them, wanting to feel as wide a range of creamy skin as possible. Hisoka automatically raised his arms, just as impatient for Tsuzuki to free him from the offensive piece of clothing as Tsuzuki was to remove it, said article viciously tossed across the room and quickly forgotten.

Wrapping his arms around his partner's neck, Hisoka dragged the elder shinigami to the floor, legs locked around Tsuzuki's waist, savouring the skin-to-skin contact their sweat-slickened chests made as the brunette descended upon him. The boy began moaning loudly, clenching his fingers in silken brown hair as the man's fingers began toying with his nipples, hips grinding in a steady rhythm against his own. Running his tongue over the teen's collar bone, he proceeded down his love's chest; the lower his mouth ventured, the slower he licked and sucked the bare abdomen. He (and other parts of his anatomy) was delighted to find that the youth was not wearing underwear as he let his tongue slide just beneath the waistline of Hisoka's blue jeans. The blonde cried out ecstasy, arching his back off of the floor and pleading between pants, "Tsu-Tsuzuki!... Onegai!..." Lust-darkened amethyst gems met those of emerald hue, glazed and half-lidded with desire...

That was when Tsuzuki noticed that Hisoka's pupils were twice their normal size. Watari had drugged him.

Confusion was written on every inch of the boy's face. "Why did... you stop?..." The beautiful eyes piercing his own suddenly turned away, filled with shame. Tsuzuki rose to stand as he meekly stated, "I can't continue this."

A very clearly furious and frustrated Hisoka bolted to his feet, screaming, "Why the hells not??"

Tsuzuki carefully re-buttoned his shirt, guilt choking his voice as he said, "Watari put something in your drink, 'Soka. You're not in your right mind."

"I don't give a shit!!" The younger shinigami glared daggers as he continued to yell, "What, you think I never wanted you before?? You don't think I've never had dreams about you--"

"HISOKA!!"

Anguish shone in his violet eyes as Tsuzuki brushed the backs of his fingers along a flushed cheek, shakily revealing, "Don't think I don't want this; we both know that's the furthest thing from the truth... but if I take advantage of you in this state, I'm no better than Muraki." With that, he silently stepped towards the door.

Anger flared through Hisoka's person, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. His face lowered, flaxen bangs covering tearing eyes, he accused, "It's because I'm still just a bouya to you, isn't it? That no matter how old I get, I'll still be a child in your eyes?"

Tsuzuki refused to answer, instead replying quietly as he exited the room, "I'll go tell Konoe-kachou that you're sick."


Hisoka was absolutely livid, and that rage radiated from every pale pore as he stormed towards Watari's lab. He had been absolutely devastated when Tsuzuki left. He'd fallen to his knees, sobbing, until he'd realized that the solution to his problem was just down the hallway. Upon reaching his destination, he regained his composure, and calmly knocked at the entrance, which rapidly opened as a fuming amber-eyed scientist shouted, "Goddammit, Terazuma, didn't I just tell you-- oh!" His voice softened in apology as he greeted, "Hey, Bon! How can I help you?" The almost-inaudible response was, "Do you still have some of that potion? The one you used when you turned yourself and Tsuzuki into children, to get back to your normal age?" It dawned upon Watari what must have happened between the kid and his self-loathing partner. "You know, I'm fairly certain I do... come on in."

After about fifteen minutes of digging through the clutter, the scientist cheered, "Here it is! The Rapid-Aging Potion! So, how much older do you want to be?" Bon, still rather sulky, moodily answered from his seat on a lab stool, "Ten years; I'm tired of being 'just a kid.'" Carefully pouring half the beaker's garnet contents into a small jar, he twisted the lid on and handed it to the boy, proclaiming, "Well, it's settled! You'll only need eight ounces as opposed to the 16 ounces Tsuzuki and I took, since you're only going for half the age difference we were. Let me know if you feel any unpleasant side affects, okay?" "Yeah, fine, sure," Hisoka mumbled as he hopped off the stool and grasped the jar, ready to teleport home. "Oh, and Watari?"

"Hmm?" the blonde scientist replied worriedly.

"Thank you," the teen said hushedly.

Watari inwardly sighed in relief that he wasn't going to get chewed out for spiking the kid's tea. "Not a problem, Bon!" Offering a sunny smile as he waved goodbye, he thought to himself once the youngest shinigami shimmered and disappeared, 'Not a problem at all... Tsuzuki may be even happier than you'll be once he sees the results.'

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AN: I'm such a bitch >:D Don't worry, Chapter 6 will have the title, "Hard Lemonade" so you'll get your lemons yet :P

laustic, Orenji, Dark_Lady, DuosAngel, and cocoke, thank you for the reviews! :3