Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Anytime You Want Me ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Authoress K. C. 
Watari/Hisoka fic, its kute. =^.^=
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Watari/Hisoka fic, its kute. =^.^=
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Any Time You Want Me
By: Authoress K. C.
~~~
*sigh* I NEED to get my compy fixeded. I'm TRYING! But, I have to buy Jackie's baby something before it's born! I promised! Sorry, not the point, uhm, bare with me. Enjoy Minna!
~~~
The green eyes followed the man's figure through the crowded party. It was a job but, damnit. He shook his head and turned back towards the nasty tasting punch. It was so obviously laced, but, Hisoka needed SOMETHING, ANYTHING, to avoid the temptaion that just, oozed, from his partner. The otokó was the most alluring shinigami on the force.
Hisoka forced his thoughts back to the, job. Wait, what was he doing? He looked at his cup. It had seemed like an awful big cup, why was it so empty? He wanted to groan. This wasn't helping. He sat the cup down and left, without telling Tsuzuki, without contacting Tatsumi, or either of the GuShoShin's. He just left. He went back to the hotel, back to the room and lay down on the bed.
This wasn't worth it. The headache, the lust, nothing was worth it. Tsuzuki beckoned with every movement he made, and it was infuriating, because to otokó had NO idea! Hisoka buried his face in the soft pillow and slept. He just slept. It wasn't worth staying awake for.
(Hisoka's Dream)
Hisoka sat on the table, idly swinging his legs, staring around the empty kitchen. Empty, because his partner wasn't home anymore, he was always with Watari. Damn the older blonde. Hisoka closed his eyes, drawing forth an image of the older man, Tsuzuki's face clear and precise in every detail.
Hisoka breathed slightly more heavilly, knowing his reaction would always be the same. Just picturing Tsuzuki was arousing, the man was the most desirable shinigami that worked for Konoe. His shirt landed in a heap on the floor, the pale material a contrast to the brightly coloured pastels of their kitchen.
Hisoka panted softly, hands running over his body smoothly, imagining Tsuzuki's hands in his place, such delicate hands, touching him, caressing him. Hisoka lowered the zipper of his pants, yanking open the button. He never wore boxers beneath his clothes. Not anymore.
His freed erection was surrounded by his hand as he stroked it slowly, thinking of how good Tsuzuki's hand would feel in his place.
"Tsuzuki... Don't tease me like this... Please..."
"So I won't."
The silky voice startled Hisoka, but his surprise was washed away when Tsuzuki's hand moved to take over from Hisoka's hand, which had stilled. Hisoka moaned and gripped the edge of the table with tense hands. Warm lips traveled over his neck and his shoulder.
Hisoka moaned, head falling back, green eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Please... Stop teasing me..."
(Leaving Hisoka's Dream.)
Hisoka woke to find Watari's honey brown eyes staring down at him through the thin glasses he wore. His long blonde hair was draped lazily over his shoulder and Tsuzuki's exotic presence was no where within the house, Hisoka could feel it.
"He passed out at the party, and Tatsumi felt 'responsible for continuing the payments on the library' and took Tsuzuki with him. I thought you might need company, I saw you leave early. You should have told us."
Hisoka rolled over. After the dream he'd just been interupted in the midst of, he only wanted to go back to sleep and finish the damn thing.
"I didn't feel like telling you."
A warm hand rested on his back, a feather light touch.
"You're tense."
The murmur was concerned. Hisoka sat up and gave the older man a withering look.
"I'm always tense. Its the way I am. Go home."
Watari stared at him, honey brown eyes unconvinced.
"No you aren't. I keep strict medical records on everyone, you, Tsuzuki, Tatsumi, Konoe, me, 003, the GuShoShin's, even the Earl and Watson. You aren't usually tensed like a thin wire strung across a huge ravine. What's wrong."
Hisoka shrugged off the question and puled the blankets up.
"If you're staying, then go to sleep, or leave me alone so I can sleep, or else you can leave."
Hisoka was preparing himself for sleep once more, when Watari's soft voice shocked him into stillness.
"You talk in your sleep. A full monologue."
Hisoka pulled the blanket below his eyes.
"How- How much did you, hear, exactly."
"I followed you home."
Hisoka muttered a curse, damn his drunkness. Watari's hand brushed back some of Hisoka's fine blonde hair.
"I wouldn't take him from you..."
Hisoka smiled beneath his blankets.
"I'm glad. Now sleep."
Hisoka's eyes closed. He dreamed again...
(Hisoka's Dream)
Hisoka stared down into honey golden eyes. He pinned the other man too the floor, staring at him, searching. The man's hands gripped his hips and he was flipped, the taller man straddling him, pressing him back while one hand skillfully slipped his shirt off.
"Lets get this finished, before someone sees us..."
The man murmured at him softly, stroking his skin gently with skillful hands. Hisoka nodded and arched into the man over him, pressing his hips against the other shinigami's.
"Right... Watari... They would never... Understand..."
Hisoka could barely breathe, barely speak, but it was intelligable. His older lover smiled down at him, stripping both of their clothes, knocking over glass beakers, and test tubes, heedless of the glass shower. Hisoka helped as best he could, but as Watari grasped his erection firmly, stroking him, Hisoka's mobility became restrained to a frantic thrusting of his hips.
"Please... I need more... This isn't enough..."
His lover leaned down and graced him with a kiss like honey as he shifted above Hisoka.
(Now Leaving Hisoka's Dream)
"I'll make it enough..."
Hisoka felt the smoothness of a hand caressing his face and his green eyes opened. Watari stared gently down at him, sleep muddled blonde locks tumbling in front of his face. His glasses were gone, and his honey coloured eyes gleamed in the near darkness of the room.
Hisoka pushed the hand away and stared at his friend. He didn't understand, he had dreamed of Tsuzuki before, why Watari now? But, Watari seemed to care, he had listened, and answered Hisoka's dream. Tsuzuki probably hadn't even thought about Hisoka since they'd entered that party.
The other settled back, still staring at him. Hisoka stared back until he couldn't stand it. Watari gave more of a damn than Tsuzuki did any day. He came after him, after all. Hisoka advanced on the blonde man, and pressed him back gently against the bed.
"Will you..."
Hisoka whispered, leaning over the blonde. The blonde rolled them over deftly, trapping Hisoka's wrists to the bed. The honey gold eyes sparked down at him, searching for his permission and he found it in the green depths of Hisoka's eyes.
Hisoka pulled futilly at his trapped wrists and accepted Watari's gentle kiss, pressing thier bodies together desperatly. Watari released his wrists and slid his hands down Hisoka's arms, and over his sides to push down Hisoka's pants. He must have taken off Hisoka's black slacks when he came in to find Hisoka asleep, Hisoka wore nothing more than his t-shirt and boxers.
The man's skillful hands slid to grasp Hisoka's erection firmly, pumping him. Hisoka let out a soft cry and pushed his hips up into Watari's grasp, panting.
"Please... Watari..."
The man smiled at him, the honey smile Hisoka had seen in his dream as the man shed his own pants, a soft pair of pajama pants in a flattering shade of butter yellow. The man must have been toting a suitcase, or an overnight bag.
Hisoka' eyes traveled the older shinigami's nude body, he wore no shirt to bed apparently. He was very attractive, slim, but not femininely so, and very well endowed. Hisoka blushed as the man gave him a wider grin, more of a voyeuristic smile. Hisoka let the blonde remove his own shirt.
Hisoka was still a teenager, in body anyhow, and was almost girlishly slender. He felt embarassed now, and felt his face flush brightly.
---
Watari, the supposed 'mad scientist' shinigami, smiled as his bed partner blushed feverantly as he studied the nude boy. He was very attractive, was Tsuzuki BLIND? Tsuzuki was the most alluring shinigami on the force, because he had an air of mystery. Yes, he was attractive, with unusual colouring and eyes, but Hisoka was beautiful.
Hisoka had sun gold hair and deep green eyes that stood out because of his fair skin and hair. He was almost elven in his features, long, slender fingers that right now were grasping desperatly at the bed clothes, delicate hands and wrists, a small waist, long legs, pink, moist looking lips, beautiful, even if you did look over the fact that for the age he had died at, he was larger than most.
Watari kissed the boy, because the boy was welcoming such things, because the boy wanted him, and Watari desperatly wanted him. He moved himself slightly, resting between the boy's parted thighs, hands sliding away from the boy's erection, leaning forwards to barly touch his own cock to the boy's tender enterance.
"Hisoka, are you sure this is what you want?"
He murmured in the boy's ear, whispering softly. His didn't want to hurt him, emotionally or physically, and he wanted the boy to be positivly sure about his desires. Hisoka's head turned and the boy caught Watari's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently then slipping his tounge into the blonde scientists mouth, kissing him softly, tenderly. the blonde boy pulled back and gave him a smoulering, green eyed stare.
"I want you, Watari."
The boy told him softly, with calm surity. Watari nodded, humbled. He nuzzled the boy's cheek gently and said softly to him.
"I don't have anything to make it easier... I'm sorry..."
The boy just lay a finger over the older man's lips, lightly.
"Shhh..."
Watari gently eased his way into the boy, pressing forwards, watching the elven face carefully. When the boy winced, he stopped, giving him a moment to adjust to Watari's length streaching him. The boy nodded and he fully sheathed himself in the boy's body, feeling the tight heat pulsing around him.
Watari gently carressed his cheek with a hand, then fixed his hands on the boy's hips, and began a slow, tender rythem, gentle. Hisoka's soft cries were like music, and for a moment, the tender rythem was all they needed, it spoke of trust and adoration.
Then Hisoka pushed back against Watari, softer voice pleading and whimpering.
"Harder... Please Watari.... Do me harder..."
Watari nodded slightly and thust in sharply, eliciting a loud cry from the boy who arched back against him, pushing him in further. Watari repeated this action and the boy's voice cried out too him.
"Yes! Just like that! Please Watari! Just like that!"
Watari closed him eyes, loosing himself to this harder rythem, feeling the body cradling him, listening to Hisoka's screaming pleas and cries of encouragement. Something in them both seemed to tense, and Watari moved faster and harder against the boy, rising up, pulling Hisoka's body diagonal, so that his head and shoulders were the only things touching the bed as they moved madly together.
"Ai!!!! Watari!!!"
Watari's eyes flew open as the hot body clamped down painfully, triggering his own orgasm. They collasped to the bed, still joined, and panted for a few moments before Watari gathered the energy to pull himself free of the sensuous cavern of Hisoka's body. He started to leave, when a soft hand touched his back, fingers tracing over his skin nervously.
"Watari... Are you leaving me?"
The voice was the whisper of the forlorn. One who has lost a lover with no hope of them returning back to their arms. Watari didn't want to hear that sound in Hisoka's voice. He lowered back to the bed and gathered the sweat covered, sticky, tired boy into his arms, leaning his head on Hisoka's.
"Do you want me to leave?"
The boy clung too him so sweetly, head buried against Watari's chest. Watari felt tears trickling down his chest. Hisoka was crying. Watari stroked the soft blonde hair, closing his eyes.
"No... I want you here, with me. Please don't go away."
Watari turned, laying the boy back against the bed. He pulled his pajama pants from the floor and wiped up the mess Hisoka had made of them both. He streached out along side the smaller blonde and the boy wrapped his arms around Watari's body, scooping himself up against the larger man's warmth.
"Thank you, for staying."
Watari smiled and kissed the blonde head.
"Wo ai ni..."*
Watari's eyes slipped closed after whispering the words to theboy nestled against him.
---In The Morning---
A shocked gasp disturbed the twined blondes from their peaceful slumber, waking them. Green and honey brown eyes opened instantaniously and both sat up and turned in unison to face the noisy intruder.
Violet eyes, wide and shocked, stared at them from out of a dauntingly familiar face.
"Good Morning, Tsusuzki-kun."
The older blonde recovered his voice fairly quickly. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Not a thing. The violet eyed brunette stared at the two.
"Nan demo nai, Tsuzuki-san."
Watari looked at the boy who stared back at him, then rose up onto his knees and kissed Watari deeply, lovingly. Watari wrapped his arms arround the nude body, kissing him back with just as much feeling. The boy pulled away reluctantly and looked back at Tsuzuki.
"THAT was something. Wow, what a something."
The boy gave Watari a smile, a humored smile. Watari laughed and kissed his nose affectionatly. Then he looked at the staring Tsuzuki.
"Unless you intend to say something, Tsuzuki-kun, you might want to close your mouth."
"Are you two SLEEPING together? For how long? Why didn't either of you TELL ME?!"
The man wailed in the end. Watari rolled his eyes along with Hisoka.
"We are now. Only discovered the mutual passion last night after I followed Hisoka home when he left the party early, long before you became the unconcious drunk of the party. And beacuse you weren't here, which was a blessing."
"He left early?"
Watari sighed. Typical. The smaller blonde glared at his partner.
"Yes, I did. I didn't think you'd have noticed, you oaf. Once you get into a crowd, I'm compleatly out of your thoughts until you wake up from you drunken stupor. Then its only because YOU can't cook!"
Watai soothed the furious boy gently, and the boy sagged into his arms, resting against his chest, murmuring only loud enough to be heard.
"Watari cares... Watari loves me, he came home to make sure I was all right... He loved me, he stayed with me..."
Watari smiled and kissed the boy's shining hair.
"I do."
There was an unintelligible grunt.
"Nani."
Watari looked up, his matter-of-fact expression in place. Tsuzuki glared.
"You're both idiots. I do think about you while I'm there. I TRY to get you to interact, but you won't! I give up! I want to have fun!"
Hisoka whispered softly.
"Crowds make me nervous, all those emotions, they fly around so fast... I get dizzy, then I get sick... I don't like crowds, parties are just another way of saying a bunch of people shoved into a room to make a crowd. And you don't understand, because you're not an empath."
Watari kissed the boy's cheek.
"I'm not either, but I understand, I want to understand. Some of us give a damn."
Here Watari glared at Tsuzuki. He almost NEVER cursed, so Tsuzuki looked cowed. Watari only cursed when he was very upset at someone. The brunette turned and walked out.
"I'm going back to Tatsumi's... I left my shirt behind."
"You're sleeping with him again."
"He wants me. Its enough."
Tsuzuki paused and looked back.
"I wanted you too love me, but you can't. Because you don't understand. The lonliness brings back the memories, the memories bring back the pain, and I don't want to have to think about what I did anymore. So, I don't want to be alone. I don't care if he doesn't love me, he's someone too keep me from being alone."
The older shinigami left with a soft click of the door locking. Watari looked down at Hisoka who was shaking in his arms.
"Whats wrong?"
Hisoka looked up at him.
"I was alone once too... Alone, with my curse, with Muraki, with myself... I understand lonliness... But, I can't help it..."
Watari smiled, calm and peaceful.
"I'll take away that lonliness, Hisoka, you don't need to be alone. I'll be there, when ever you want me."
---
Hisoka closed the door, hearing the lock click. The white coated figure bent over the test tubes straightened and turned, smiling.
"Welcome back, Hisoka!"
Hisoka smiled as Watari put down what he was doing and came over, hugging him. Hisoka deftly stole a kiss, and another and another.
"Watari... I missed you. It was insane. Tsuzuki was there the whole time."
His older shinigami lover nodded and kissed him this time, soothing him. Hisoka slipped the lab coat off his lover and they lowered too the floor slowly.
Crash.
A set of test tubes fell.
"I was so alone..."
"I'm here, any time you want me."
~OWARI~
*gush* It's CUUUUUTE! Wa-chan and Hi-chan! *heart* Cute cut cute! Oh! And my note!
* - Wo ai ni-- Chinese I believe, for "I love you." I found it in a Gundam Wing fanfic and 'Fei-chan used it a lot. I kinda figured thats what it ment considering what he was *blush* in the middle of.
Anyhoo, Ja!
K. C. *Muah!* =^.^= *Mew!*
By: Authoress K. C.
~~~
*sigh* I NEED to get my compy fixeded. I'm TRYING! But, I have to buy Jackie's baby something before it's born! I promised! Sorry, not the point, uhm, bare with me. Enjoy Minna!
~~~
The green eyes followed the man's figure through the crowded party. It was a job but, damnit. He shook his head and turned back towards the nasty tasting punch. It was so obviously laced, but, Hisoka needed SOMETHING, ANYTHING, to avoid the temptaion that just, oozed, from his partner. The otokó was the most alluring shinigami on the force.
Hisoka forced his thoughts back to the, job. Wait, what was he doing? He looked at his cup. It had seemed like an awful big cup, why was it so empty? He wanted to groan. This wasn't helping. He sat the cup down and left, without telling Tsuzuki, without contacting Tatsumi, or either of the GuShoShin's. He just left. He went back to the hotel, back to the room and lay down on the bed.
This wasn't worth it. The headache, the lust, nothing was worth it. Tsuzuki beckoned with every movement he made, and it was infuriating, because to otokó had NO idea! Hisoka buried his face in the soft pillow and slept. He just slept. It wasn't worth staying awake for.
(Hisoka's Dream)
Hisoka sat on the table, idly swinging his legs, staring around the empty kitchen. Empty, because his partner wasn't home anymore, he was always with Watari. Damn the older blonde. Hisoka closed his eyes, drawing forth an image of the older man, Tsuzuki's face clear and precise in every detail.
Hisoka breathed slightly more heavilly, knowing his reaction would always be the same. Just picturing Tsuzuki was arousing, the man was the most desirable shinigami that worked for Konoe. His shirt landed in a heap on the floor, the pale material a contrast to the brightly coloured pastels of their kitchen.
Hisoka panted softly, hands running over his body smoothly, imagining Tsuzuki's hands in his place, such delicate hands, touching him, caressing him. Hisoka lowered the zipper of his pants, yanking open the button. He never wore boxers beneath his clothes. Not anymore.
His freed erection was surrounded by his hand as he stroked it slowly, thinking of how good Tsuzuki's hand would feel in his place.
"Tsuzuki... Don't tease me like this... Please..."
"So I won't."
The silky voice startled Hisoka, but his surprise was washed away when Tsuzuki's hand moved to take over from Hisoka's hand, which had stilled. Hisoka moaned and gripped the edge of the table with tense hands. Warm lips traveled over his neck and his shoulder.
Hisoka moaned, head falling back, green eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Please... Stop teasing me..."
(Leaving Hisoka's Dream.)
Hisoka woke to find Watari's honey brown eyes staring down at him through the thin glasses he wore. His long blonde hair was draped lazily over his shoulder and Tsuzuki's exotic presence was no where within the house, Hisoka could feel it.
"He passed out at the party, and Tatsumi felt 'responsible for continuing the payments on the library' and took Tsuzuki with him. I thought you might need company, I saw you leave early. You should have told us."
Hisoka rolled over. After the dream he'd just been interupted in the midst of, he only wanted to go back to sleep and finish the damn thing.
"I didn't feel like telling you."
A warm hand rested on his back, a feather light touch.
"You're tense."
The murmur was concerned. Hisoka sat up and gave the older man a withering look.
"I'm always tense. Its the way I am. Go home."
Watari stared at him, honey brown eyes unconvinced.
"No you aren't. I keep strict medical records on everyone, you, Tsuzuki, Tatsumi, Konoe, me, 003, the GuShoShin's, even the Earl and Watson. You aren't usually tensed like a thin wire strung across a huge ravine. What's wrong."
Hisoka shrugged off the question and puled the blankets up.
"If you're staying, then go to sleep, or leave me alone so I can sleep, or else you can leave."
Hisoka was preparing himself for sleep once more, when Watari's soft voice shocked him into stillness.
"You talk in your sleep. A full monologue."
Hisoka pulled the blanket below his eyes.
"How- How much did you, hear, exactly."
"I followed you home."
Hisoka muttered a curse, damn his drunkness. Watari's hand brushed back some of Hisoka's fine blonde hair.
"I wouldn't take him from you..."
Hisoka smiled beneath his blankets.
"I'm glad. Now sleep."
Hisoka's eyes closed. He dreamed again...
(Hisoka's Dream)
Hisoka stared down into honey golden eyes. He pinned the other man too the floor, staring at him, searching. The man's hands gripped his hips and he was flipped, the taller man straddling him, pressing him back while one hand skillfully slipped his shirt off.
"Lets get this finished, before someone sees us..."
The man murmured at him softly, stroking his skin gently with skillful hands. Hisoka nodded and arched into the man over him, pressing his hips against the other shinigami's.
"Right... Watari... They would never... Understand..."
Hisoka could barely breathe, barely speak, but it was intelligable. His older lover smiled down at him, stripping both of their clothes, knocking over glass beakers, and test tubes, heedless of the glass shower. Hisoka helped as best he could, but as Watari grasped his erection firmly, stroking him, Hisoka's mobility became restrained to a frantic thrusting of his hips.
"Please... I need more... This isn't enough..."
His lover leaned down and graced him with a kiss like honey as he shifted above Hisoka.
(Now Leaving Hisoka's Dream)
"I'll make it enough..."
Hisoka felt the smoothness of a hand caressing his face and his green eyes opened. Watari stared gently down at him, sleep muddled blonde locks tumbling in front of his face. His glasses were gone, and his honey coloured eyes gleamed in the near darkness of the room.
Hisoka pushed the hand away and stared at his friend. He didn't understand, he had dreamed of Tsuzuki before, why Watari now? But, Watari seemed to care, he had listened, and answered Hisoka's dream. Tsuzuki probably hadn't even thought about Hisoka since they'd entered that party.
The other settled back, still staring at him. Hisoka stared back until he couldn't stand it. Watari gave more of a damn than Tsuzuki did any day. He came after him, after all. Hisoka advanced on the blonde man, and pressed him back gently against the bed.
"Will you..."
Hisoka whispered, leaning over the blonde. The blonde rolled them over deftly, trapping Hisoka's wrists to the bed. The honey gold eyes sparked down at him, searching for his permission and he found it in the green depths of Hisoka's eyes.
Hisoka pulled futilly at his trapped wrists and accepted Watari's gentle kiss, pressing thier bodies together desperatly. Watari released his wrists and slid his hands down Hisoka's arms, and over his sides to push down Hisoka's pants. He must have taken off Hisoka's black slacks when he came in to find Hisoka asleep, Hisoka wore nothing more than his t-shirt and boxers.
The man's skillful hands slid to grasp Hisoka's erection firmly, pumping him. Hisoka let out a soft cry and pushed his hips up into Watari's grasp, panting.
"Please... Watari..."
The man smiled at him, the honey smile Hisoka had seen in his dream as the man shed his own pants, a soft pair of pajama pants in a flattering shade of butter yellow. The man must have been toting a suitcase, or an overnight bag.
Hisoka' eyes traveled the older shinigami's nude body, he wore no shirt to bed apparently. He was very attractive, slim, but not femininely so, and very well endowed. Hisoka blushed as the man gave him a wider grin, more of a voyeuristic smile. Hisoka let the blonde remove his own shirt.
Hisoka was still a teenager, in body anyhow, and was almost girlishly slender. He felt embarassed now, and felt his face flush brightly.
---
Watari, the supposed 'mad scientist' shinigami, smiled as his bed partner blushed feverantly as he studied the nude boy. He was very attractive, was Tsuzuki BLIND? Tsuzuki was the most alluring shinigami on the force, because he had an air of mystery. Yes, he was attractive, with unusual colouring and eyes, but Hisoka was beautiful.
Hisoka had sun gold hair and deep green eyes that stood out because of his fair skin and hair. He was almost elven in his features, long, slender fingers that right now were grasping desperatly at the bed clothes, delicate hands and wrists, a small waist, long legs, pink, moist looking lips, beautiful, even if you did look over the fact that for the age he had died at, he was larger than most.
Watari kissed the boy, because the boy was welcoming such things, because the boy wanted him, and Watari desperatly wanted him. He moved himself slightly, resting between the boy's parted thighs, hands sliding away from the boy's erection, leaning forwards to barly touch his own cock to the boy's tender enterance.
"Hisoka, are you sure this is what you want?"
He murmured in the boy's ear, whispering softly. His didn't want to hurt him, emotionally or physically, and he wanted the boy to be positivly sure about his desires. Hisoka's head turned and the boy caught Watari's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently then slipping his tounge into the blonde scientists mouth, kissing him softly, tenderly. the blonde boy pulled back and gave him a smoulering, green eyed stare.
"I want you, Watari."
The boy told him softly, with calm surity. Watari nodded, humbled. He nuzzled the boy's cheek gently and said softly to him.
"I don't have anything to make it easier... I'm sorry..."
The boy just lay a finger over the older man's lips, lightly.
"Shhh..."
Watari gently eased his way into the boy, pressing forwards, watching the elven face carefully. When the boy winced, he stopped, giving him a moment to adjust to Watari's length streaching him. The boy nodded and he fully sheathed himself in the boy's body, feeling the tight heat pulsing around him.
Watari gently carressed his cheek with a hand, then fixed his hands on the boy's hips, and began a slow, tender rythem, gentle. Hisoka's soft cries were like music, and for a moment, the tender rythem was all they needed, it spoke of trust and adoration.
Then Hisoka pushed back against Watari, softer voice pleading and whimpering.
"Harder... Please Watari.... Do me harder..."
Watari nodded slightly and thust in sharply, eliciting a loud cry from the boy who arched back against him, pushing him in further. Watari repeated this action and the boy's voice cried out too him.
"Yes! Just like that! Please Watari! Just like that!"
Watari closed him eyes, loosing himself to this harder rythem, feeling the body cradling him, listening to Hisoka's screaming pleas and cries of encouragement. Something in them both seemed to tense, and Watari moved faster and harder against the boy, rising up, pulling Hisoka's body diagonal, so that his head and shoulders were the only things touching the bed as they moved madly together.
"Ai!!!! Watari!!!"
Watari's eyes flew open as the hot body clamped down painfully, triggering his own orgasm. They collasped to the bed, still joined, and panted for a few moments before Watari gathered the energy to pull himself free of the sensuous cavern of Hisoka's body. He started to leave, when a soft hand touched his back, fingers tracing over his skin nervously.
"Watari... Are you leaving me?"
The voice was the whisper of the forlorn. One who has lost a lover with no hope of them returning back to their arms. Watari didn't want to hear that sound in Hisoka's voice. He lowered back to the bed and gathered the sweat covered, sticky, tired boy into his arms, leaning his head on Hisoka's.
"Do you want me to leave?"
The boy clung too him so sweetly, head buried against Watari's chest. Watari felt tears trickling down his chest. Hisoka was crying. Watari stroked the soft blonde hair, closing his eyes.
"No... I want you here, with me. Please don't go away."
Watari turned, laying the boy back against the bed. He pulled his pajama pants from the floor and wiped up the mess Hisoka had made of them both. He streached out along side the smaller blonde and the boy wrapped his arms around Watari's body, scooping himself up against the larger man's warmth.
"Thank you, for staying."
Watari smiled and kissed the blonde head.
"Wo ai ni..."*
Watari's eyes slipped closed after whispering the words to theboy nestled against him.
---In The Morning---
A shocked gasp disturbed the twined blondes from their peaceful slumber, waking them. Green and honey brown eyes opened instantaniously and both sat up and turned in unison to face the noisy intruder.
Violet eyes, wide and shocked, stared at them from out of a dauntingly familiar face.
"Good Morning, Tsusuzki-kun."
The older blonde recovered his voice fairly quickly. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Not a thing. The violet eyed brunette stared at the two.
"Nan demo nai, Tsuzuki-san."
Watari looked at the boy who stared back at him, then rose up onto his knees and kissed Watari deeply, lovingly. Watari wrapped his arms arround the nude body, kissing him back with just as much feeling. The boy pulled away reluctantly and looked back at Tsuzuki.
"THAT was something. Wow, what a something."
The boy gave Watari a smile, a humored smile. Watari laughed and kissed his nose affectionatly. Then he looked at the staring Tsuzuki.
"Unless you intend to say something, Tsuzuki-kun, you might want to close your mouth."
"Are you two SLEEPING together? For how long? Why didn't either of you TELL ME?!"
The man wailed in the end. Watari rolled his eyes along with Hisoka.
"We are now. Only discovered the mutual passion last night after I followed Hisoka home when he left the party early, long before you became the unconcious drunk of the party. And beacuse you weren't here, which was a blessing."
"He left early?"
Watari sighed. Typical. The smaller blonde glared at his partner.
"Yes, I did. I didn't think you'd have noticed, you oaf. Once you get into a crowd, I'm compleatly out of your thoughts until you wake up from you drunken stupor. Then its only because YOU can't cook!"
Watai soothed the furious boy gently, and the boy sagged into his arms, resting against his chest, murmuring only loud enough to be heard.
"Watari cares... Watari loves me, he came home to make sure I was all right... He loved me, he stayed with me..."
Watari smiled and kissed the boy's shining hair.
"I do."
There was an unintelligible grunt.
"Nani."
Watari looked up, his matter-of-fact expression in place. Tsuzuki glared.
"You're both idiots. I do think about you while I'm there. I TRY to get you to interact, but you won't! I give up! I want to have fun!"
Hisoka whispered softly.
"Crowds make me nervous, all those emotions, they fly around so fast... I get dizzy, then I get sick... I don't like crowds, parties are just another way of saying a bunch of people shoved into a room to make a crowd. And you don't understand, because you're not an empath."
Watari kissed the boy's cheek.
"I'm not either, but I understand, I want to understand. Some of us give a damn."
Here Watari glared at Tsuzuki. He almost NEVER cursed, so Tsuzuki looked cowed. Watari only cursed when he was very upset at someone. The brunette turned and walked out.
"I'm going back to Tatsumi's... I left my shirt behind."
"You're sleeping with him again."
"He wants me. Its enough."
Tsuzuki paused and looked back.
"I wanted you too love me, but you can't. Because you don't understand. The lonliness brings back the memories, the memories bring back the pain, and I don't want to have to think about what I did anymore. So, I don't want to be alone. I don't care if he doesn't love me, he's someone too keep me from being alone."
The older shinigami left with a soft click of the door locking. Watari looked down at Hisoka who was shaking in his arms.
"Whats wrong?"
Hisoka looked up at him.
"I was alone once too... Alone, with my curse, with Muraki, with myself... I understand lonliness... But, I can't help it..."
Watari smiled, calm and peaceful.
"I'll take away that lonliness, Hisoka, you don't need to be alone. I'll be there, when ever you want me."
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Hisoka closed the door, hearing the lock click. The white coated figure bent over the test tubes straightened and turned, smiling.
"Welcome back, Hisoka!"
Hisoka smiled as Watari put down what he was doing and came over, hugging him. Hisoka deftly stole a kiss, and another and another.
"Watari... I missed you. It was insane. Tsuzuki was there the whole time."
His older shinigami lover nodded and kissed him this time, soothing him. Hisoka slipped the lab coat off his lover and they lowered too the floor slowly.
Crash.
A set of test tubes fell.
"I was so alone..."
"I'm here, any time you want me."
~OWARI~
*gush* It's CUUUUUTE! Wa-chan and Hi-chan! *heart* Cute cut cute! Oh! And my note!
* - Wo ai ni-- Chinese I believe, for "I love you." I found it in a Gundam Wing fanfic and 'Fei-chan used it a lot. I kinda figured thats what it ment considering what he was *blush* in the middle of.
Anyhoo, Ja!
K. C. *Muah!* =^.^= *Mew!*