Growing Need

Tsuzuki Asato was wedged between a rock and a hard place.

His relationship with his young partner had changed forever, and it still had yet to be seen whether this change was for the better or the worse. His reserved, blush-prone Hisoka had made a very sexual advance towards him... under the influence of a drug somehow slipped into his tea. Three hours later, Tsuzuki now wondered what repercussions these chance happenings would yield. Things would no doubt be awkward between them; possibly even too much so for one or the other to bear. Would the boy regret his actions once whatever chemicals were flowing through him wore off? Would he hate the elder shinigami for letting things get as far as they did? That idea was one Tsuzuki chose not to entertain. 'If I lose Hisoka now, my reason for living will be gone...'

There was one other crisis the violet-eyed man found himself barely fending off: he couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a horrendous case of blue balls, if he'd ever had one this bad before. His thoughts spun rapidly in a vicious circle; trying to find a solution to the matter at hand, remembering what had caused the situation, telling himself the emerald-eyed youth had been acting on the drug rather than his own emotions, imagining the consequences, then back to finding a solution. However, his mind dwelt on the events leading up to this dilemma much longer than it did anything else; something he couldn't stop his body from doing either. Even now, his skin burned with the memory of Hisoka's touch, could still taste him on his own lips, his scent lingering in the air, his moans and pleas echoing in Tsuzuki's ears...

It suddenly became embarrassingly apparent that he could really use a cold shower, despite his newly-erect member's vehement opposal to the idea.

He nearly fell out of his chair in surprise when his cell phone rang, especially upon recognizing the ring tone, "Sweet Vanilla." The tone he'd chosen for Hisoka. Panic set in as he sped to the coat tree, fumbling through every pocket in his trench coat, finally locating his phone and pressing the "talk" button. "Moshi moshi?" "Good, you answered," was the coarse reply.

"Doushita, Hisoka-chan?"

"Come over to my place after work. We need to talk."

A variety of worst-case scenarios plagued Tsuzuki. 'He probably regrets everything... hates me for being weak enough to let it get out of control...' His heart sank at what he considered the worst of them, 'What if he wants to end our partnership?!'

"BAKAYAROU!!! THAT'S NOT WHAT WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT!!!" The scream rattled Tsuzuki's ear drums with animalistic brutality, and he was amazed afterwards that he could still hear, regenerative powers or not.

"D-daijobu..." the baka timidly responded.

"I'll see you then," Hisoka curtly stated, hanging up.

A very confused Tsuzuki remained motionless for a moment before rising from his seat to tell Konoe-kachou that he was leaving to check on his partner.

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Hisoka sat numbly on the black leather couch, clad in only his blue jeans, the small jar of garnet liquid alternating between one hand and the other. Why had he hesitated so long? Wasn't he sick of being an adult stuck in a teenager's body, especially one with so many limitations and weaknesses? What was keeping him from just chugging the stuff right then and there?

Fear, that's what. Would he still have the bony, skinny frame he did now? How would he cope if his visage was a mirror's reflection of Kurosaki Nagare? That sad excuse for a father had, like another man he knew, treated him like a soulless puppet. There was also the likely chance that his empathy would be amplified, and if that were the case, he had no idea how he was going to control this new level of power. 'If I remain the way I am, though,' Hisoka thought to himself, 'Tsuzuki will never see me as anything more than a child.' He opened the jar and set it on the table, staring into its contents contemplatively, when a faint knock at the door reinstated his connection with reality. Pulling himself up, he wearily tread towards the door, recognizing his visitor's aura at once. Swinging the door open, he stared impassively into concerned amethyst spheres, growling, "I thought I said after work."

"You sounded pretty upset, so I was worried..." Tsuzuki stopped mid-sentence, sniffing the air tentatively, his eyes suddenly lighting up as he exclaimed, "Persimmons!!" Before the blonde could even ask what the hells he was talking about, the older man barged into the apartment, the smell becoming increasingly sour as he sought out the source. The boy slammed his door shut, chasing after the idiot. Tsuzuki's sharp nose crinkled in disgust as it lead him down the hallway and into the living room, and on the small glass coffee table in front of an ebony couch was a small container that held an eerily familiar deep-red substance. One more whiff was all it took to perfect his recollection as he came within two feet of the stinking liquid: he'd never forgotten that rancid odor with a taste to match; the vomit-inducing bitterness of an unripened persimmon. His demeanor instantly changed, fine features holding a sombre expression as he turned to the empath.

"Hisoka," he sullenly asked, voice hardly above a whisper, "why do you have a jar of Watari's rapid-age potion?"

Hisoka swiftly shifted his gaze away from his partner. Dammit, he'd been caught. He irritably grumbled, "That's none of your business."

"The hells it isn't!!!" Purple gems blazed with anger as Tsuzuki roared, "Why would you do something this drastic and not say a word to me about it??" Gripping the younger shinigami's upper arms tightly, he persisted, "What's bothering you so much?? Talk to me!!!"

Instead of attempting to struggle out of Tsuzuki's death-grip on his arms, Hisoka used it to his advantage, balling his fists into the man's heavy coat and slamming him against the nearest wall, shrieking, "AND JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE??!"

Rage was quickly replaced by shock as amethyst eyes widened, boring holes into wild green orbs that showed no trace of the substance that had triggered his previous aggression; everything coming from their host now was his own raw emotion. His grip on Hisoka's arms relented as the youth continued, "You're always so willing to throw yourself into my issues, but you never share your problems with me!! Don't you trust me at all?! Or is a mere bouya not worth placing your trust in?!"

His screams came in sobs now, streams of tears streaking his porcelain face, but he couldn't care less. Having told his dignity to take a long jump off a short pier, his emotional dam had opened, and there was no stopping the flood. His fears of rejection were swept away in the torrent as he revealed, "You're what's bothering me!!" Releasing Tsuzuki's trench coat and wrapping his arms around the stunned shinigami, Hisoka held to him as if his life was at stake, burrowing his face into the older man's neck.

"Aishiteru, Tsuzuki!"

Pressing the sobbing boy even closer to him, Tsuzuki placed one hand in flaxen hair and the other in the middle of the younger man's back, barely whispering, "Hontou ni?" His own eyes began to well as a gentle nod silently answered him.

"Gomen nasai..." Tsuzuki shakily whispered. "It's my fault you're thinking this way... gomen nasai..." He choked on the words, no longer able to contain his guilt and sorrow as tears escaped their violet prisons. Carefully taking Hisoka's chin in one hand, he tilted the blonde's head up, locking their gazes together. Gods, he could drown in those piercing emerald eyes...

"You've always been so beautiful, 'Soka. I can't count all the times when the only thing that kept me from kissing you was the fear that you would see me as another Muraki. Everything about you is perfect; you're everything I could never hope to be." Stroking a flushed ivory cheek with his thumb, he choked, "Without you, my existence is meaningless..."

Hisoka gasped as Tsuzuki's velvet lips descended upon his own, emotions far too powerful to possibly put into speech overwhelming his empathic senses. His arms encircled the taller man's neck, the pure unconditional love radiating from his partner leaving him weak. 'All of this... for me?' A whimper of disappointment escaped the boy as Tsuzuki pulled away, whispering, "Words can't begin to describe the way I feel."

"Then don't use them."

The brunette's face bore a puzzled look. "What do you mean, 'Soka-chan?"

Hisoka turned bright scarlet, explaining, "Don't tell me," he breathed the words into Tsuzuki's ear, "show me. Take away Muraki's claim over me."

The purple-eyed shinigami quickly returned the blush, stammering, "A-are you sure, Hisoka? I don't think I'll be able to stop myself this time-- aah!" His blood rushed far from his brain and into another head when the blonde ground his erection into Tsuzuki's groin, ferally growling, "You'd better not stop this time."

Hisoka would have yelped with surprise if Tsuzuki's lips and tongue weren't so fiercely entangled with his own as the tables turned, the older man's firm body pinning him against the wall as his black trenchcoat slid off of his broad shoulders and onto the floor. The boy couldn't help moaning into the brunette's mouth at the sensation of hands traveling across his skin, one thumbing a nipple as the other glided under the back of his jeans, groping his ass. Breaking the kiss for much-needed air, trembling fingers attempted to unbutton Tsuzuki's shirt, but after only managing the top four, decided this method was too time-consuming and simply tore the garment open, buttons ricocheting off of the nearest adjacent surface. He needed to feel him now, and any protests Tsuzuki might have had died as soon as Hisoka's delicate digits began roaming over the man's torso, tracing his collar bone before rolling his nipples between pinched fingers, wandering lower... The youth bucked into his partner involuntarily, a cry hitching in his throat, as a long, slender finger teased his opening in return.

He savoured the way taut abdominal muscles tensed under his ministrations, the small gasps and moans he could elicit by touch alone fueling his confidence. Sliding the shirt off of Tsuzuki's shoulders as he dropped to his knees, he mimicked what the older man had done to him earlier by running his hot tongue just under the waistline of work pants and boxers that were now painfully restricting, a loud groan from his lover making his own clothing that much more uncomfortable. A few hard tugs at the belt with his teeth was all it took to remove the leather annoyance, the friction from each pull further heating the already over-sensitive skin of Tsuzuki's hips, and soon the lone button between him and the zipper was nothing more than a memory.

Tsuzuki grappled the wall desperately for some sort of support, anything, when he dared a glance downward and met Hisoka's intense, lust-clouded gaze, his lips curving into a devilish smile as they pulled the zipper down. Desire-darkened amethyst pools quickly forced themselves shut to keep from coming at the sight. Smirking as he yanked the man's slacks and underwear to his feet, Hisoka asked smugly, "So, does reality top the fantasy?" The boy's every breath left Tsuzuki's now-exposed member aching for more, and when a bold tongue flicked teasingly along the head, he cried out, legs buckling. Warm lips slowly surrounded him, his partner's slick organ wandering over every inch of his length as he took him into his mouth, a smooth, cool hand gripping the base while the other caressed his balls. "Mmmmm," the blonde hummed around his lover's arousal, the vibrations sending the elder man reeling as he pounded a clenched fist into the wall, gritting his teeth. Hisoka slowly started bobbing his head back and forth on Tsuzuki's cock, scraping his teeth along the throbbing flesh, sucking harder and faster as the brunette's breathing became increasingly shallow and uneven.

'Gods, he's so good,' was the only intelligent thought to form in Tsuzuki's mind, 'but I don't want it to end just yet...'

Stepping back and forcing Hisoka's hand away gently with his own, he gasped, "M-matte... It's not fair..."

The boy looked up at him in bewilderment as his partner pulled him to his feet. "You're still wearing your pants," Tsuzuki stated matter-of-factly, making quick work of his shoes and socks to kick his remaining garments away. Pressing his young lover to him possessively, he whispered, "Besides, what I want to do to you would be much more comfortable on a bed." Hisoka shivered at the words, eyes pleading, as he grabbed Tsuzuki's hand and rushed him into his bedroom.

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AN: I'm going to rot in Hell for making you guys wait so long for the first part ;_; There is more in progress, and upon the consumption of more alcohol, I will be able to give you the rest (the buzz is wearing off; I write this stuff better in that state)!

Duos, Orenji, cocoke, laustic, Dark_Lady, and lucymay: you guys kick ASS. Thank you so much for your continued feedback! :D