The Broom Closet.

Title: The Broom Closet.
Author: Saku
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Rating: R
Prompt: 8.A Little Quickie Behind the Doors
Disclaimer: I don’t own it nor do I imply that I do. I am only borrowing the Yami no Matsuei characters and world for my fun, only to return them once I have had my fill of them. (Though they may be slightly more wrinkled/torn/disturbed/or whatever else then when I took them.)
A/N: Alright my muse is finally behaving, she suddenly gave me this idea to use! I hope you enjoy!

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Arms wrapped around the blond Shinigami, hands lightly covering the page in the book he was reading. Before he could complain or shrug off the light arms, teeth descended nipping lightly at the boy’s earlobe.

A light gasp fell from his lips as he felt a sudden rush flood his mind and cause his blood to rush to nether regions. Another whimpering moan fell from the teen’s ruby lips, which fell open to pant for much needed air as Hisoka felt himself harden instantly.

‘Tsuzuki’s horny,’ the teen managed through his muddled mind before all rational thought disappeared. Another rush ran through his mind, drenching it with lust.

Hands carefully pulled the book free before dropping it carelessly on the desk behind him. Sauntering around the gasping teen Tsuzuki let his fingers drift along the shuddering neck; the pads of his fingers ghosting the soft skin, blond tresses tickling the boy. Leaning down he pressed a chaste kiss against the boy’s lips.

The dark haired man had learned long ago just how to wrap the boy around his little finger, to make him follow pliantly. Even if it was a dirty, little trick to getting him to behave.

“Hisoka,” Tsuzuki whispered as he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Hisoka’s ear, making the boy shudder again. “I want you. Now.”

Gasping the boy could only nod as he tried to keep his body under some sort of control. Sometimes being an empath could be a blessing and a curse at once. A blessing when he wanted to know just how to please his new lover; yet times like these it was a curse. One touch and he was a blob on the floor. It was even worse, when he was in a meeting or in the middle of a case only to feel Tsuzuki’s lust flood him. Either he or Tsuzuki was going to have to build better mental barriers soon. There was only so much the boy could stand.

Without waiting for a protest Tsuzuki grabbed his partner’s hand tugging him lightly. The boy stood easily before snuggling in Tsuzuki’s arms, burying his face in the warm neck before him. Breathing deeply the eternal teen moaned lightly, his mind already far gone.

Tsuzuki knew neither of them would last long, they both were far too ready, too early. Instead of waiting to phase home the Shinigami glanced around the empty office. It was currently lunch time though soon the other workers would begin to pile back into the small office. It would be…awkward, to say the least, if they were caught going at it here. It was well known that the two had hooked up, as it was common for Shinigami partners to end up together. Just like Terazuma and Wakaba had started to date; though Tsuzuki was curious on just how that worked out exactly.

Another whimper from Hisoka woke Tsuzuki from his daydreaming. He had to figure out where they could run to for a little bit. There was always the bathroom, but after seeing the mess that Chief Konoe had left last time, Tsuzuki wanted to gag. And after lunch who knew how many would be running there to wash up.

Hisoka was starting to feel desperate, to be flooded this quickly and then denied! It was more then he could stand. Wrapping a leg around his lover’s legs he slowly rocked his hips, rubbing the bulge on the leg before him. Moaning he tossed his head back, emerald eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Nails dug at the suit coat before sliding down, snagging on threads.

Tsuzuki could feel his resolve slowly bend as he wondered if just tossing Hisoka over a desk really would be so dangerous (besides it would be a hot sight, to see his little lover leaning over a desk, his beautiful butt in the air). Arms pulled the boy closer, molding their bodies together. Without a second thought he phased to a nearby closet.

Cliché and stupid, he knew. But seriously when a moaning, whimpering boy who was normally stoic and unmovable- especially in the touching category- it caused the normal thinking patterns to cross wires somewhere.

Hidden away, Hisoka let his needs take over as he tugged at Tsuzuki’s loose tie, loosening the knot before pulling it away. Fingers let the fabric flutter to the ground. Next he tugged down the jacket, tossing it onto a broom handle not too far away. As fingers worked on pesky, little buttons (with Tsuzuki’s heated reminders that he had to be dressed when they left again) Hisoka rolled onto the balls of his feet, head tilted up to reach for a desperate kiss.

How could he deny such a beautiful sight? Leaning down Tsuzuki met the boy’s lips in a heated kiss, tongues met as Hisoka was overwhelmed with the taste of chocolate and sugar, remnants of the older man’s lunch. A diabetic-in-the-waiting’s lunch. Normally a taste that would disgust him, today actually tasted wonderful today.

Moaning again he tugged the last button through the small hole, before shedding Tsuzuki of the white shirt. With a fluid movement Hisoka was rid of his pullover and was pressed against the door, the brass knob uncomfortably pressing in his back.

Another heated kiss was shared between the two, as Tsuzuki’s hands slid along the boy’s delicate features. Hisoka had said more than once that he hated his body. That he despised being trapped in a forever sixteen year old body; that he would never be able lose the child-ish look to his body.

But for Tsuzuki, the boy was beautiful in every way. He loved how Hisoka had delicate lines that would never leave. How his arms were just beginning to build their muscles, remaining small and soft. But most of all Tsuzuki loved how Hisoka just fit in him; how they could snuggle and Hisoka always fit in all of the curves.

Breaking away from the kiss, Hisoka cried out as he felt his nipples tweaked. Nails raked over the erect nubs before they were soothed with gentle touches. Passion and lust flooded his veins as he laid his head back on the wooden door, his emerald eyes darkening. Fingers shakily tugged at Tsuzuki’s belt before unbuttoning the pants before him.

Tsuzuki scratched his way down Hisoka’s soft stomach, leaving red trails in its wake. The boy cried out again as a leg was pushed between his legs, rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. Already a flush was spreading over the boy’s pale cheeks as a light sheen of sweat glistened on his hairline. Fingers slid back up to the boy’s chest, ghosting over the soft skin. Tsuzuki’s leg had gained a rhythm as he watched his younger lover pant and moan at the sensations.

Leaning forward Hisoka met Tsuzuki for another kiss before tugging the other man’s pants down to his knees. Feet pushed them the rest of the way down.

“Impatient aren’t we?” Tsuzuki whispered into the boy’s ear, warm air wafting over pale skin.

Hisoka shuddered as he nodded. His mind was too far gone to make reasonable communication. All he could utter was, “Need you now,” and “Yeeeeessss.”

Smirking Tsuzuki pulled away from the boy, ignoring the boy’s protests at loosing all contact. Quickly he tugged off the rest of his clothes, before tugging pulling Hisoka’s jeans and boxers past his knees. Turning his lover, Tsuzuki pressed three fingers into the inviting mouth.

“Suck.” Was all he had to say to urge the boy, before Hisoka’s tongue drifted along sensitive tips before sliding down the long, thin fingers, coating them carefully.

Preparations were quick and not as thorough as it should have been before Tsuzuki pressed in, urgency in his moves. Hisoka cried out as he felt Tsuzuki enter him, thrusting his hips as soon as he could catch his breath.

Soon moans, pants and slapping flesh filled the room as the two thrusted and stroked. Teeth nipped at the gentle flesh before him, causing Hisoka to arch. A broken cry fell from his lips, only to be broke off by a hand covering his mouth.

“Shh,” Tsuzuki whispered, “you don’t want to tell the others where we are, or what we’re doing do you?” Snickering Tsuzuki leaned closer to the panting boy. “Or do you want them to come in. Come and stare at you leaning against the wall.”

Hisoka cried out in a breathless moan as he imagined Tatsumi…or even worse- Watari walking in. They would have never lived it down if they were caught here; especially Hisoka with his jeans at his ankles, thrusting helplessly back into Tsuzuki like a bitch in heat.

“Or maybe before they come I can toss you over the small table in the corner so I can take you harder.”

Hisoka moaned at the thought. Screw it, Tsuzuki was asking for it later, when he could think properly again.

Angling his thrusts, Tsuzuki watched as Hisoka arched, fingers digging into the plasterboard before him. Holding hips tightly, bruises would form later for sure, Tsuzuki aimed for that particular spot every time, thrusting harshly into the boy.

Hisoka moaned as he felt his end coming quickly. “Tsuzuki…” He moaned, his voice cracking, “I’m gonna…” With a broken cry his body shuddered as he came harshly, his essence covering the wall and his stomach.

Feeling the already tight passage tighten brought Tsuzuki to his end quickly as he pushed deeply into the other boy, filling the tight passage with his release. Bonelessly he fell on the boy before him, gasping for air as he felt his heart race.

Slowly, as he felt his strength return, Tsuzuki pulled out. Carefully he gathered the relaxed teenager, holding him gently in his arms. Hisoka sighed contently as he felt both his and Tsuzuki’s emotions run over his body, leaving him perfectly content to spend the rest of the day lying on the cold floor under him.

Reaching down Tsuzuki ran his fingers along Hisoka’s stomach, gathering up all of the boy’s release. Slowly he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking off every bit of his lover, relishing in the taste that was solely Hisoka.

“Nasty,” the boy whispered as he turned in the gentle hug, pulling Tsuzuki in for another kiss. “Love you,” he whispered before pulling away to find his clothes.

“Love you too,” Tsuzuki answered as he began to gather his missing clothes.

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“The broom closet?!” Hisoka hissed as he buried his face in the book he was holding. He could barely concentrate on the words in it, his face burning redder then he could ever remember.

“Hmm?” Tsuzuki was barely listening as he stared out the window at the beautifully blooming Sakura tree. It was really too beautiful of a day to be stuck indoors, especially when there were no cases around.

It was always like this after any rendezvous after Hisoka regained his sanity from lust filled thoughts. No matter where they ended up together, Hisoka would always complain, mortified that they had ‘done it’ during business hours.

“A broom closet! Tsuzuki! What if someone had wanted to go in and get something?” Hisoka was trying to keep his voice steady and quiet. His tones venomous hisses.

Everyone around them was unable to hear just what was going on, but such conversations were normal between the two (which made them wonder just how they could be together romantically when they argued so much).

“Well since you were currently blocking the door, they would have had to knock to ask to be let in.” Already Tsuzuki was dreaming of their next time together. Perhaps he could get Hisoka bent over a desk sometime, it would be much better then a dark closet, especially if he was dressed for the occasion.

Hisoka in a school uniform, his short hair pulled into two small ponytails, flooded the teen’s mind eye. He saw himself bent over Konoe’s desk, the small skirt pushed up so his bare butt was on show to anyone who walked in. Looking over his shoulder with a ‘Come and fuck me look’ pleading look ‘Hisoka’s’ cheeks flushed crimson, as he spread his white stocking clad legs, to allow Tsuzuki to get a full look at his lover.

Gasping at the vision that he had seen from Tsuzuki, Hisoka slammed the book he was reading, his face a violent crimson. With a huff, and a whispered threat of his body being off limits for a week, the teen stormed out of the room.

“Aww! Come on Hisoka! You know I was kidding!” Tsuzuki yelled as he watched the blond slam the door shut. Well that was going to suck; now he had to wait a week before he could get Hisoka bent over anything! Sighing pathetically he laid his head on his desk bent over trying to not curse his luck or call out Touda to torch a couple buildings in frustration.