Growing Need

Hisoka knew the moment he strode into the office that this was not going to be his day.

The chief had called a last-minute meeting regarding a new addition to the team, so here they all sat in the briefing room, anxious to get things started. However, their new addition was running a bit late, so they were forced to wait on pins and needles.

"Ne, Hisoka," Tsuzuki whispered to his partner (in more ways than one), his voice bubbling with curiosity, "what do you think this guy's gonna be like?"

"Well," the blonde started, "considering the fact that he's running late on his first day of work, he's probably a slacker. Like someone else I know," he accused, glaring at the man beside him.

"Hidoi," said slacker whined, eyes shimmering as his bottom lip puffed out, adorning the most sincere pouty-face he could before defending himself. "There are plenty of things I take seriously!"

"Name one," the boy snorted, immediately regretting his words as Tsuzuki's lips curved into a impish grin. Oh gods, that look.

"I didn't think you'd want to discuss that in the workplace, Hisoka, but if you insi--"

The mortified teen clamped a hand tightly over the brunette's mouth, blushing deeply as he looked anywhere but to his left. That hand quickly retreated to his side when a wet tongue began flicking at his fingers, his entire face taking on a scarlet hue as his blazing eyes shot lethal daggers at the elder shinigami, who winked in return.

All heads turned towards the door as it opened, at last revealing JuOhCho's latest recruit. Emerald orbs widened in horror and disbelief. 'This has got to be some kind of mistake... A terrible, terrible mistake...'

"Sorry I'm late, Konoe-sama," the dreadfully familiar voice apologized.

"Well, you're here now," the chief gruffly replied, neither forgiving nor condemning his tardy new employee. "Listen up, everyone," he began, standing as he spoke, "especially you, Genki." He sent a stern look in Watari's direction, who blinked rapidly as if to say, 'who, me?'

"This is your new partner. His psychokinesis and clairaudience levels are astronomical, both of which can be valuable tools in our more," he hesitated for a moment, "difficult cases. Go ahead and introduce yourself," Konoe grumbled, retaking his seat.

"I'm Kinoko Ayumu. It's a pleasure to meet you all," the young man said with a bright smile, politely bowing and turning to the golden-haired shinigami, who responded with equal cheer, "Watari Yutaka ya. Yoroshii ya na!" He was taken aback completely when his new partner beamed widely and responded, "Honma ni!"

Said shinigami flew from his chair, nearly bowling Ayumu over as he tackled him in a fierce bear hug, exclaiming, "You speak my language!!" Streams of comical tears poured from amber eyes, the genki scientist nearly beside himself with joy. "I like you already!"

Everyone uttered their various welcomes, although Terazuma's was more a growl than anything else; his eyes were hatefully glued to the man's black t-shirt, which proudly proclaimed in neon green letters, "Bad Cop! No Doughnut!"

Hisoka was in a state of total disbelief. 'Is this Enma's idea of a twisted joke?! We've hired a 'Carrie'-gone-druggie who hears voices and paired him with Watari. Watari!' If his fuming were any more obvious, smoke would have come pouring out of his ears.

"Kurosaki-kun?" Konoe asked the boy worriedly, "Are you well?"

"I think... I need to use the restroom," the teen croaked sickly, and his now ghostly complexion did not incline the chief to take any chances. The old man nodded his consent, and the blonde staggered out of the meeting room.

"I wonder what made him ill all of a sudden," Tsuzuki wondered aloud, his concerned violet eyes boring holes into the designs of the wooden table.

That was when they heard the distant scream, "WHY DO YOU HATE ME, GOD??!"

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"C'mon, Soka," Tsuzuki begged upon returning to the office. "He's got to have some good qualities!" Hisoka only snarled something about "bakas" and "potheads" and turned away from said idiot. The classic pouty-face made a powerful comeback as the elder shinigami pleaded tearfully, "Hisokaaa..." His efforts, however, were in vain: the boy wasn't budging at all. He sighed defeatedly, walking towards his seething companion and linked comforting arms around the teen's waist. "Just try," he asked quietly, "to settle down, okay? You know I can't stand to see you upset."

Hisoka hated it when Tsuzuki did this, engulfing his mind with soothing emotions and dissolving any traces of frustration. It had always been difficult to remain angry at his partner for very long, especially when a caress so simple as the accidental brushing of the hands made him forget how to breathe.

"Let me help you unwind," Tsuzuki breathed enticingly against the blonde's ear, earning a delighted shudder from his younger lover as his graceful fingers slithered underneath the youth's shirt.

The empath suddenly pulled away, quite flustered. "We're still at work, you idiot!"

"That's not a problem," the brunette replied in a low voice, "as long as you don't make too much noise." His starved gaze was quickly devouring Hisoka's self control as the older man strode to the door, locking it. Reapproaching his lover, a dangerous gleam tinted amethyst gems as he gripped the younger shinigami's chin, locking his lips in a hungry kiss. Hisoka moaned, melting into Tsuzuki's embrace as a brazen tongue ravaged his mouth, an intoxicating lust penetrating every fiber of his being, merging with his own. He quickly began unbuttoning the older man's shirt as he felt himself pushed against a wall, hot open-mouthed kisses seeking out pleasure points on his neck. How did Tsuzuki always have this effect on him?! He briefly recalled when they'd gone to the movies on Sunday; he hadn't been able to say no to him at the theater either, when his partner had dragged him into the bathroom...

All of this was immediately forgotten when Tsuzuki started toying with the boy's nipples through the fabric of his shirt, sighing in satisfaction when Hisoka nipped and sucked along his throat in response, the empath's own fingernails gently scratching down the brunette's exposed torso. Crushing their bodies together, grinding against the teen in slow, liquid motions, his passion doubled as he glanced at his younger lover, who had his teeth firmly implanted in his bottom lip, brows furrowed in concentration, trying so hard not to make a sound... Tsuzuki was all the more determined to make him try harder.

His fingers slid up the blonde's stomach and chest, hiking the shirt up with them just enough to reveal hardened pink nipples that called out to him, and covered one with his mouth, lightly biting and sucking for a few moments before moving to the other. Hisoka barely supressed the lustful moans that threatened to escape him, instead desperately whimpering, both terrified and painfully aroused at the thought of his coworkers hearing them.

Lapping his way down his love's abdomen, Tsuzuki nearly ripped the boy's jeans open, kneeling as he forcefully tugged them to his partner's feet, winding his tongue up the inside of one leg and back down the other before teasing the tip of Hisoka's throbbing member. The youth bit down on his own hand to keep from crying out when one of his older lover's hands cupped around his balls, gently massaging them as the violet-eyed man licked up and down his length. Moments like this made Hisoka glad he'd started going commando...

The teen couldn't restrain a shout of shock and pleasure when Tsuzuki suddenly took him into his mouth, sucking hard at a much faster pace than usual, the man's free fingers demanding entrance through his lips which he freely gave. He returned to the elder shinigami the favor bestowed on his pulsing erection, sucking the digits in a fashion that mimicked those of Tsuzuki's lips and tongue, relishing the shockwave of desire that rolled through his companion at the action. Those fingers pushed in and out of the moist cavern, imitating what they both wanted - needed - Tsuzuki's lower body to do before pulling out traveling southward. As the older man continued savouring the taste of Hisoka's cock, his fingers glided down the empath's spine, coming to rest inbetween the curves of his buttocks, two saliva-coated digits penetrating the teen's quivering opening.

A loud groan shattered the near-silence as a third finger joined the first two, the boy's lithe form in tremors from supressed want, as Hisoka found himself unable to control his throat's lust-ridden emissions any longer. Pleading emerald orbs met a smoldering amethyst gaze when the sensuous ministrations stopped, a whimper leaving his lips as he silently begged his lover to continue. Rising and bringing his face to meet that of the flushed teen's, the brunette chastised teasingly, "I told you, Hisoka," the hand previously on the youth's balls now stroking his weeping arousal, "we can't make a lot of noise. We're in the office, remember?" Hisoka hardly had time to hiss, "You bastard--" before his lips were caught in a fiery embrace with Tsuzuki's own.

Tsuzuki knew his partner was more than ready when the boy began backing onto his fingers, half-lidded eyes silently begging the older man to take him. He gripped the willowy teen's shoulder, removing the digits and turning him to face the wall as he stepped back just long enough to open his slightly soggy slacks, pressing his sorely neglected member against the youth's entrance as he grasped Hisoka's hips. The blonde boy instantly spread his lean legs as wide as the jeans pooled at his feet would allow, doing all in his diminishing power not to moan as his older lover slid into him.

Tsuzuki's pace quickly turned frantic with unanswered need, jerking Hisoka's cock roughly in time with his thrusts. The boy's knees bent under the force of the brunette's movements as his groans escalated; at this point, Enma-Daioh himself could walk in on them and neither man would care. The elder shinigami leaned down, moaning into his partner's neck as the boy began moving back onto him with thrusts of his own, panting, "O-onegai, Asato!... I... I'm so close!..." Tsuzuki drove into him wildly as his love's back began to arch, muscles clamping down around him, as Hisoka came hard into his hand with a shout, "Oh, gods!!!!" The brunette sank his teeth into the youth's shoulder, groaning loudly as he reached his climax, riding the intense waves of pleasure as the teen continued to whimper and moan beneath him.

His thrusts slowed and came to a stop as the moment passed, gingerly pulling out of his smaller lover before turning the younger shinigami around and gently planting kisses on the boy's forehead, cheeks, chin, and finally his lips. "Aishiteru, Hisoka..."

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They quickly redressed, desposing of the evidence that had managed to reach the wall and carpet, cuddling tiredly on the couch they'd moved into the office a few months prior. Tsuzuki loved being able to hold Hisoka like this... the feeling that flooded his senses when the teen was cradled in his arms, head resting in the nape of his neck, was the perfect salve for his battered and broken spirit. With Hisoka beside him, he might even heal completely one day--

A knock at the door stirred them from each other's arms, both glaring viciously at the portal, despising whoever dared to ruin this perfect moment.

They begrudgingly rose and strode towards the door, Tsuzuki opening it to reveal the unlucky offender, who just happened to be Kinoko Ayumu. "Hey," their new coworker greeted sheepishly, "just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was pretty blazed..." Hisoka's answer was a surprisingly nonchalant, "Don't worry about it." He continued with a light threat, "Just don't let us catch you high on a case. I don't see why people do that sort of stuff anyway..."

Tsuzuki smiled warmly at the empath, pleased at the change in the boy's demeanor. He had helped him get in a better mood.

Ayumu's earthen eyes grew very distant and sorrowful at the empath's remark as he gave his pained reply, "Sometimes, life throws things at you that you'd rather forget," a sad smile forming on his face, "you know?"

Both shinigami nodded somberly; they knew exactly what he meant. 'He has his problems just like everyone else here... maybe it won't be so bad working with him...'

Ayumu stayed for ten minutes or so making idle chit-chat with the two men, and then departed for his own office. As soon as he left, an exhausted Tsuzuki and an equally fatigued Hisoka returned to their positions on the couch, the contentment the former had felt before returning as he held his beautiful younger partner close to him once more. He knew things weren't perfect, and probably never would be; not at work among their peers, and not at home in their personal life.

But he also knew they didn't have to be.

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AN: Yeah, that took way too long >< But there it is! The final chapter!
To everyone who's reviewed, much love to all of you!
UPDATE: I'm currently writing a sequel for this (it has a plotline beyond sex! O.O); I probably won't update as often as I did with this one in the hopes of improving the quality of my writing (I don't think I did as well as I could have with this story). Till then, ja na!