Until He Cries No More

a/n: this was originally a oneshot, but upon rereading it i think i may continue it. XD i have all new ideas for this now. i should also explain that on fanficton.net under the pen name shonen-aigoddess, i have 4 oneshots explaining this pairing. basically Hijiri has become a shinigami. in order if you want to read them.
"A new Beginning"
"His Souls Reflection"
"In Rage he Sleeps"
They were all based off an rp i had started with my ex girlfriend.

Until He Cries "No more!"

Hijiri's twenty first birthday went by without so much as a word from Hisoka.

It hurt him that the blond hadn't remembered such an important date.

On top of this he'd had to work because Hisoka had taken the day off months before and he wasn't able to.

Sure everyone in the office greeted him and threw him a small party, but Hijiri didn't really care about that because Hisoka wasn't even answering the phone.

After a long day of paperwork, he went home, half expecting no one to be there.

As he entered, the smell of a fresh cake slammed him in the face and he began to brighten.

Hisoka had made him a strawberry cake and decorated it like a pro.

It sat in the kitchen on the table with a small note card in front.

He smiled deviously as he read it.

"Dear Hijiri
I'm sure by now you're thinking I've forgotten your very important birthday...however I've actually been planning for months for this day. Come into the bedroom and I'll make it up to you.
With Love
Hisoka"

Hijiri set the card down and entered the bedroom.

He looked disappointed as he found no one there.

The room was lit by hundreds of tea candles and the bed was sprinkled with red rose petals but Hisoka was nowhere to be seen.

"Hisoka?"

He heard a sound in the bathroom and the blond walked out carrying a tray with several sweets and a bottle of vodka.

Hiding behind it, a bottle of lube as well.

It was not these things that Hijiri was looking at however, as Hisoka was wearing a pair of very tight, low rider leather pants that hung snuggly mid hip.

It wasn't until he set the tray on the bed that Hijiri noticed the gloves.

Hisoka slinked up to the violinist and kissed him deeply, running his velvet gloved fingers up through Hijiri's hair.

He stepped back and placed a finger to his lovers’ lips, whispering.

"The only sound I want to hear is your pleasured cries."

Hijiri shivered at these words as he was pushed backwards onto the bed and soon the blond was straddling his hips, hands feverishly undressing him.

Once he was completely naked, Hisoka took his hands and tied them to the headboard above his head with ribbons he'd previously attached to it.

Hijiri's eyes slid closed as Hisoka opened the bottle of vodka and took a sweet from the tray.

"In America..."

The blond began slowly.

"On your twenty first birthday, you're considered a man and are legally allowed to consume alcoholic drinks..."

He poured a little of it onto the sponge like cake, soaking it, but not so much that it would fall apart.

He held it up to Hijiri's nose to smell.

"It's like pepper water...but with the apple cake it tats like vintage apple cider."

Hijiri opened his mouth and Hisoka placed it on his tongue.

He then dipped down and kissed him, slipping his own tongue inside Hijiri's mouth and breaking the treat in two.

He then pulled back with the other half in his mouth and allowed Hijiri to decide if he liked it or not.

He swallowed his own piece and watched the smile spread across his lovers’ lips.

He then picked up another sweet and poured more vodka onto it.

"With the strawberry cake it tastes like spicy pie."

He repeated the previous sharing technique.

He then poured a little into Hijiri's mouth before taking a sip himself.

Hijiri didn't seem to like this and Hisoka remedied the taste with a small chocolate.

"Suck on it...melt it...and feed it to me."

He leaned down again kissing his lover, before slipping his tongue in again and Hijiri pushed the sweet liquid around both of their mouths.

Hisoka licked Hijiri's lips as he pulled away.

"I personally like salt with my vodka..."

He poured some into Hijiri's navel and bent down further, licking it out slowly.

Hijiri moaned softly.

"Hisoka..."

The blond smirked as he felt Hijiri rise below him.

He let himself rise and poured more onto Hijiri's body, licking it off of him.

The violinist was beside himself with pleasure as Hisoka's tongue traced wet patterns onto his stomach and chest.

He moaned a little louder.

He hadn't noticed that Hisoka still had the gloves on...until his hand went down.

He gripped the shaft and slowly pulled up, provoking another moan from his lover.

"I tested this one out on myself today...it feels particularly good..."

He paused as his thumb slid over the top a few times, making Hijiri grunt and thrash his upper body.

"On the head..."

His fingers slid back down onto the shaft and caressed for a few more moments before he poured more vodka onto Hijiri's toned chest, watching it pool between the hardened muscles.

He leaned down again, but instead of licking, this time he sucked the liquid up.

Hijiri was suddenly caught between a fuzzy head and a....fuzzy head as his lovers palm closed around it.

The vodka laced treats were making him dizzy...or maybe that was all the blood rushing to greet Hisoka's expert fingers between his legs.

Whatever the case, Hijiri suddenly couldn't stop moaning.

Every now and then the feeling would get so intense, he'd throw his head back and cry out, just as Hisoka had said.

"Hisoka!"

Hisoka sat up suddenly.

"We've had enough fun with my hands for the night..."

Hijiri relaxed slightly, catching his breath as Hisoka stood.

"Please...don't stop."

Hisoka smirked and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor before straddling him again.

"You'd rather just have a hand job?"

Hijiri's eyes widened at this thought and Hisoka placed one hand to his lips, biting the finger of one glove to pull it off with his teeth.

The other, curiously he left on though.

"You mean you're..."

Hisoka nodded as he picked up the lube bottle and coated himself and Hijiri in the right places.

"Unless you don't think you can handle me?"

Hijiri's mouth fell open and he shook his head.

"N-no! I mean I can handle you!"

Hisoka's eyes gleamed in amusement.

"Are you ready?"

Hijiri's eyes slid closed again and he lifted himself so Hisoka could enter easier.

"All too..."

The blond took his time entering, slowly pushing in.

Hijiri let out a low, slow moan as his lover finally joined with him.

Hisoka just sat there for a moment, taking in the feeling he knew Hijiri got.

A scorching, pulsating tenderness that kept him rock hard.

His hips quivered for a moment as he fought his urge to begin.

No, Hisoka had decided he was going to take his time tonight.

With a thrust he met his lovers lips and kissed him softly then drew away, sitting up.

Slowly he began to grind, staring down into Hijiri's eyes for a sign that he'd hit the right spot.

Not finding this he pushed himself in a little farther.

He'd never been on top before and he wasn't at all sure how Hijiri was able to hit it every single time.

The brunet was obviously in a lot of pleasure but Hisoka wasn't quite happy yet.

He began a little harder, hoping for the reaction he almost always gave to Hijiri.

"Hijiri..."

His voice was rough and he was starting to lose his breath.

"How do you do it?"

Hijiri would have smiled at this had he not been in the middle of deeply enjoying Hisoka's pumping him.

"It's deep. Don't worry about it. You're perfect anyway."

Hisoka did smile.

He leaned down again and kissed him more roughly, sliding his tongue into Hijiri's mouth for a moment, then biting down, perhaps a bit too hard on his bottom lip, licking away the tricking of blood left by his teeth.

Hijiri winced slightly but as Hisoka began to suck on the healing wound it was forgotten.

And suddenly Hisoka hit the spot and Hijiri let out a pleasured cry that startled the blond.

He sat up, studying his lovers face and did it again, thrusting quickly and hard until Hijiri's back arched and he screamed out Hisoka's name.

Hisoka felt content with this and began to stroke Hijiri in time with his thrusting.

Both were on the edge and Hisoka gave a few more sharp thrusts before Hijiri gave another cry, this one of release as they finished together.

Hisoka's glove soaked it up as he to let out his cry.

He sat there silently for a moment, both panting.

He tossed the glove onto the tray and slowly pulled out, laying beside Hijiri and untying his hands.

Pleading emerald eyes stared into Hijiri's face.

"Was I...any good?"

Hijiri chuckled softly as he turned to his side, wrapping his arms tightly around Hisoka.

Kissing the blonds’ forehead he whispered softly.

"I'll put it to you this way...I'm hungry."

Hisoka chuckled as well.

"Me too."

Though he closed his eyes.

He sighed deeply.

"I'm too tired to get up."

Hijiri nodded.

"I'll continue this role switch in the morning and make us a big breakfast."

Hisoka smiled and pulled a soft blanket over them as he slid against his lover.

"Hijiri..."

The brunet was almost out but he opened one eye for a moment.

"Yes Hisoka?"

Hisoka kissed him softly before speaking.

"Happy Birthday."

Hijiri chuckled again and kissed him back.

"Thank you...and I love your present. It was perfect."

Hisoka smiled widely at this and in silence the two drifted to sleep happily.