Nymph

Disclaimer: No, these characters aren’t mine. Never were and (unfortunately) never will be.
Note: This is shameless smut that I thoroughly enjoyed writing but it has little plot. I do hope everyone will enjoy though.

Summary: Tsuzuki has been having rather naughty dreams. Pairing: TsuxHis

Nymph

Every night Tsuzuki dreams. Usually they’re nightmares, haunting images of the past drifting into his sleeping mind. However, for the past month, Tsuzuki has been experiencing dreams of, err, a different nature. With nightmares, he woke up in a cold sweat but with these dreams Tsuzuki wakes up hot and sweaty. His t-shirt hugged his body like second skin while the boxer shorts clung to him in a rather uncomfortable way since it was more than just sweat that made them damp. Not that Tsuzuki minded having these dreams, on the contrary, they’re quite pleasant and he looked forwarded to having them. Sometimes, while at work, he would replay the dreams in his head. Of course, Tsuzuki carefully shielded his thoughts when Hisoka was around. Not because he didn’t want the boy to know he had those kinds of thoughts (Tsuzuki believed Hisoka should be entertaining thoughts like that, after all, he’s a teenager) but because those dreams featured Hisoka as the main character.

Tsuzuki now lay in bed with a book that Hisoka shoved into his hands earlier after lecturing him that he should read more and concentrate less on his stomach. The book was about Greek mythology and it came with dozens of illustrations. Tsuzuki couldn’t help but notice that one of the pictures in the chapter on nymphs looked a bit like Hisoka. The nymph had the same pre-Raphaelite glow and golden hair with green eyes. It was a rather sexy image, if Tsuzuki do say so. He felt his eyes grow heavy and he stifled a yawn before falling asleep.

Being on the prowl for a mate, Tsuzuki sniffed the air and whined softly. His purple eyes glazed over in desire while blood pooled down into his groin. It’s been an endless pursuit, searching for the one to satisfy his satyric lust and to keep his company for eternity. It was gut instinct that was driving him; somewhere out there was someone born just for him. He was endowed at birth with a heightened sense of smell, sight and hearing but it intensified when he went into heat a few days ago. Since then, his search has led him to many a place but it was to no avail, at least not until today.

Something drew Tsuzuki to this forest, dense with trees and shrubbery, the air was thick with the perfume of flowers. He wondered through the vast wilderness, passing through trees and crossing over creeks, sniffing the air until he detected a scent. Tsuzuki breathed in the fragrance deeply and sighed. His mate’s scent. Ah! The aroma was sweet and heavenly; he drank in that scent as if it were the nectar of the gods.

Following the scent, Tsuzuki came across a thicket of trees heavy with greenery. Pushing some foliage aside, he gasped in wondrous delight. Lying nude in a meadow of lush ivy was a nymph in deep slumber. The boy couldn’t have been more than 16 with flaxen hair framing his face in silky density and ivory skin. Enamored, Tsuzuki watched the nymph unconsciously caress himself and moaning softly. His white thighs were spread opened and with heightened sight, Tsuzuki could see his puckered hole flushed pink. Ah, the sign of a nymph in heat. The nymph then let out a mewl and stroked his flesh rapturously, even in sleep he could sense a potential mate near by. Ready to claim his mate, Tsuzuki approached the patch of ivy in fluid motion. He draped himself over the svelte body, rubbing his groin against the boy’s. Wanting the nymph to wake up, Tsuzuki nuzzled the flushed cheek and kissed the sweet, pouty lips.

Green eyes blinked open through a veil of flaxen hair and gazed right into purple ones. There was recognition in those green eyes, even though he never saw the dark haired man before, he knew him by his scent. The nymph reached up and touched Tsuzuki’s face with one hand and played with his hair in the other. Mewling, he lifted up his hips, encouraging Tsuzuki to take him, to make him the older man’s mate. Kissing his nymph madly, Tsuzuki grasped those narrow hips and positioned himself at the slick, puckered hole. Tsuzuki broke off the kiss and looked deeply into emerald pools before he pushed his cock into velvety warmness.

“Uhn,” the nymph uttered. He then began to purr in contentment of having his mate inside of him.

Limbs became entangled in an amatory embrace. Tsuzuki rocked against his mate in a frenzy, unable to control his ardor. Possessively, he ran his fingers through silken tresses and breathing in the boy’s sweet scent as he continued to push in and out of the slick passage. Not that the nymph complained, for he was just as impassioned, thrusting up his hips wildly while nipping and kissing Tsuzuki’s neck. He grasped Tsuzuki’s shoulders tightly and pressed himself against the older man’s hard body as if he was trying to completely meld with him. The air thickened with the heady aroma of their affair. Feeling that he and his mate were near completion, Tsuzuki rocked faster, hitting the boy’s pleasure spot with every thrust until he cried out his orgasm. With one final thrust, Tsuzuki cummed and spilled his seed into the pliant body beneath him. He collapsed on his nymph and wrapped his arms around the slender form. The nymph kissed and nuzzled his neck while purring softly.

Flushed with sweat, the two bodies snuggled together, reveling in the afterglow of their mating ritual. Night fell upon them but neither cared for they were safe in each other’s arms.

“Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki!”

“Huh? What?” Tsuzuki opened his eyes and found himself staring into a pair of large green eyes. “Hisoka?”

“It’s time to get up,” Hisoka informed him. For some reason his cheeks were pink.

“Aw, Hisoka! I was just having the best dream!” Tsuzuki sat up and the book Hisoka gave him fell to the floor.

Hisoka’s face turned red. “I don’t want to hear about it!” he stammered.

Tsuzuki grinned. “But, Hisoka, you gave me the book that inspired my dream,” Tsuzuki teased him.

Blushing furiously, Hisoka whacked Tsuzuki on the head and hurried downstairs. Tsuzuki rubbed his head and merely smiled. If that blush was any indicator, then things between them have definitely heated up.

I hope everyone enjoyed this fic and if I get enough reviews then maybe I’ll post a story about Hisoka’s dream. I’m also considering doing a series of fics that feature Tsuzuki and Hisoka as characters from Greek myth. Please review if that interest you.