Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Games of the Mind and Pleasure ❯ Alcohol... Not good for you... ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

-One Day Later-

 

-Summons Bureau-

 

 

 

 

“Hello everyone!”, Tsuzuki cheerfully greets, as he walks into the office with an arm full of bagged donuts.

 

“Tsuzuki!”, Watari exclaims, “Are you sure you should be coming in like this? Aren't you still recovering?”

 

“I'm still healing, but I wanted to drop by for a visit and bring everyone some donuts…”, he replies, looking around the room, “Where's Hisoka?”

 

“The kid is out on a case with his temporary partner over in Izumo…”

 

“Izumo huh? But what about Wakaba-chan and Terazuma who's in charge of the area?”

 

“We lost contact with them five days ago…”

 

“Well that's strange, I wonder where they've gone to…?”

 

“The temporary partner is a piece of work though…”, Watari comments.

 

“Huh…?”

 

“An empath like the kid and rivaling mine and your good looks…”

 

“Good looks, huh?”

 

(A/N: Hey, don't get me wrong! Watari does look cute, but Hisoka and Tsuzuki are the CUTEST and by far my favorites!)

 

“I kind of envy the kid, the temporary has an elegance and aura to him that I didn't think a person could have…”, Watari explains, “But from the kid's report, the temp seems to have a spontaneous energy to him that makes him random like you, Tsuzuki…”

 

“He thinks I'm random…?”, Tsuzuki pouts, as his ears morphing into dog-ears and droop.

 

“Though the case they're on seems like a tough one…”

 

“Tough how?”

 

“Murders all over Izumo, where the victims are completely drained of their life energy and their corpses resemble withed up mummies…”

 

“An energy-vampire…?”

 

“Yes, but it's already been determined that the culprit isn't Muraki. It's a woman and a fax of a sketch of her has been sent in…”, Watari states, handing the paper to Tsuzuki.

 

“Whoa, she's a beauty!”, he whistles, “Who drew this?”

 

“The temp did…”, Watari grumbles, envy clear on his face and in his voice.

 

“Watari, are you jealous of the temp's drawing skill?”

 

“What makes you say that?”

 

“Because you're fuming…”

 

“Enough about the case, you should get out of here before…”, Watari trails off.

 

“Before what?”, Tsuzuki naively asks.

 

“Tsuzuki you've come to the office, does that mean you're feeling better?”, Tatsumi's voice asks from behind him.

 

“T-Tatsumi…? N-no, I've only came by to drop off some donuts for everyone and to visit Hisoka, but he isn't here so I'll be going now…!”, Tsuzuki stutters, as he starts to retreat back towards the door to leave.

 

“What's your hurry, Tsuzuki?”, Konoe says from behind him, as he came into the office.

 

“Uh, C-chief…”, he gulps.

 

(A/N: Ambushed at work, by the boss and the accountant co-worker no less, not good for Tsuzuki!)

 

“Since you came in, you can get back to work…”, Konoe states.

 

“But of course since your still recovering, you can start by helping the GuShoShin twins organize and put the books back onto the shelves in the library…”, Tatsumi adds, with a smile that said `if you don't do it there will be hell to pay' on his face.

 

“Of course… I'll start right away…”, Tsuzuki whimpers, turning into a chibi humanoid-puppy version of himself from fear as he walks out of the office with his head hung low.

 

“Good luck, Tsuzuki…”, Watari bids farewell, silently sad that he wasn't able to help his friend escape from the fate he now had.

 

 

 

 

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-Izumo-

 

 

 

 

 

“I can't believe you, Kira!”, Hisoka groans, “I thought you weren't going to drink until after the case was solved…”

 

“S-sorry…”, Kira slurs, as he leans against Hisoka, stumbling as he leads the way back to the hotel, “I-I f-forgot…”

 

“God, you're worst than Tsuzuki…”

 

“H-hey… I-I said I-I was s-sorry…”, Kira hiccups, as he starts nuzzling Hisoka's neck, “Y-you smell pretty… S-so pretty…”, he mutters, as he brings his lips to Hisoka's neck and his teeth lightly nipping on the tender-flesh covering the precious blood-vessels underneath.

 

“Kira!”, he shouts in alarm, releasing the hold he had on the older man and lets him collapse to the pavement, “W-what are y-you doing…?”, he panicky asks, as a dark blush consumes his face.

 

“What's wrong, Hisoka-kun…? Don't you like me…?”, Kira questions, his voice sounding hurt as he rose back to his feet under his own strength and walks towards Hisoka, his eyes glazed over from the alcohol.

 

“K-Kira… Get a hold of yourself… S-snap out of it…”, Hisoka nervously says, backing away from the advancing drunken partner, jarred by the cold shock of reality as his back hits the brick wall at the back of the ally; trapping him.

 

“Hisoka-kun…”, he seductively whispers, pressing his body up against Hisoka's, one hand finding it's way into his hair and the other onto his hip, “You're so cute when you blush…”, he quietly adds in a sugary-sweet voice, as his warm breath brushes past his ear.

 

“K-Kira… S-stop… p-please…”, Hisoka shakily pleads, as his body began to tremble as the hand on his hip found it's way up his shirt and was caressing the smooth soft pale skin of his abdomen.

 

“So Cute…”, Kira chuckles into his ear, as he uses the hand on Hisoka's head to slightly tip his head to give Kira better access to his neck, laying gentle kisses from his ear down to the spot he had nibbled on when this began as he continued to massage Hisoka's chest.

 

Hisoka found himself unable to make any movements to stop Kira, his knees beginning to weaken as he; for the first time since the two met, felt Kira's emotions flooding over him. A wanting, needy lust that caused his body to react as his heartbeats sped up and his breathing became ragged, and he found himself leaning into Kira's touches.

 

`W-why…? Why am I not able to move…?', Hisoka asks himself, as Kira's hand comes back down from underneath his shirt and descends lower till his hand landed on the bulge started to strain inside the boy's jeans, causing him to gasp out in unexpected pleasure as Kira fondled it, `Why am I enjoying this…?'

 

Kira breaks his kissing and nipping of Hisoka's tender neck long enough to press his lips to Hisoka's, his tongue forcing itself past his lips and into the warm moist cavity of his mouth, starting a battle of domination as Hisoka's tongue fights back against the intruder and tastes the traces of alcohol on Kira's tongue, his groans of pleasure muffled as Kira continues to fondle him through his pants.

 

Suddenly, Hisoka no longer feels any emotions coming from his partner and the fondling stops as Kira's lips fall away from his, and he finds himself instinctively catching Kira as he collapsed towards the ground unconscious in a drunken stupor.

 

(A/N: *Grins Deviantly* Sorry! No Carmel-cream cinnamon-buns for you! Err… I mean, no Fan-service! *Giggles* Yet…!)

 

“W-what happened…?”, Hisoka breathlessly asks, holding Kira's unconscious form in his arms, `What the hell happened to me…?!', he mentally wonders, as he body started quivering from the pent-up pleasure he hadn't released, his groin painfully straining from inside the confines of his jeans and causes Hisoka to blush at his situation, “Why couldn't I stop Kira…Or myself…?”, he whispers, ignoring the pain in his crouch as he begins to drag Kira down the last block to the hotel.

 

Hisoka lays his partner down onto his bed and tucks him in, then returns to his own room to take a cold-shower and finish what Kira had started.

 

 

 

 

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