Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Nocturnal Studies of Shinigami as Researched by Watari ❯ Lab accidents can be great for Relationships ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Watari was working in his lab as usual, the beakers and various lab equipment bubbled and brewed strange chemicals all around him. Unnerving enough that it was a lab on it's own, the fact that Watari was currently engrossed in creating a sex-changed potion made that all the worse. Truthfully, all other Shinigami's at EmmaCho avoided entering his lab at all costs. The only one who even visited semi-regularly was Tatsumi, and that was to complain about the lab costs and ask the scientist why he was even paying for his apartment when he didn't even go home most of the time.
Watari wondered about that himself. Why did he have an apartment aside from his lab? What was the point? He never entertained guests at home, he didn't date. Hell, it had been years since he'd even been with anybody. That point stabbed Watari a bit, reminding him how lonely his existance was, how much he wanted the comfort of somebody just loving him again,and being with him...
These thoughts began to trouble our dear scientist, attempting to bannish them from his mind and thus continue with his work. As he was pouring a test tube full of a blue substance into a berinmeyer flask, his mind travled back to his previous thoughts...
Why couldn't HE have someone? Tsuzuki had Hisoka, even though the two of them weren't an offical 'couple' yet. Terazuma and Wakaba had been together for a while now. The one other person who wasn't seeing someone is Tatsumi, but his love for money seemed to hold presidence over everything else.
Watari sighed, 'At least i have 003,' he thought as he smiled at the little owl. The owl hooted and ruffled it's feathers
"Ahh 003, why can you be a Shinigami, you understand me." Watari stroked the soft feathers on it's tummy and smiled softly. The little brown owl cuddled in close to his neck and fluffed itself, the greatest gesture of affection the small creature could offer it's master.
The scienstist continued his work, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, the red dimple in the skin the only true testestiment of how long he had worked without taking a break. The blue liquid before him bubbled and steamed the sides of it's beaker as Watari moved it to the test tube clamp so that he could cool it. "003, this is going to work this time i know it will! Look at the vapors rising from the top!...wait! That's not suppose to happen!"
Watari's eyes began to water as the chemical vapors creeped behind the lenses of his glasses. 'Oh this was not good.' He stepped back very fast, knocking over a rack of flasks he had near the wall. The sound of shattering glass and Watari's curses echoed in the empty, cluttered lab.
'Crap, crap, where's the emergency eye wash station??' Watari paniced. In the midst of all the chaos, someone knocked on the door.
"Watari, it's Tatsumi. I didn't hear you breaking more lab equipment did i?" Watari waved his arm in the air, trying to clear away the smoke.
"Yeah, hard to see right now Tatsumi-san, just a sec..." Watari yelled and then coughed as more of the vapors when down his throat.
"Watari! Do you realise the cost of beakers now-a-days!" Tatsumi came storming through the doors with his patent "Wrath of God" glare. His anger, however was quickly cut faded when he found his colligue sprawled on the floor holding his face in his hands, a steaming blue liquid in a puddle dripping onto the linolium floor from the countertop a few feet away. The emergancy vacume system had finally kicked in, sucking the noxious fumes out through the air vents, but the damage to Watari's eye's had already been done. The glass from the rack he had knocked over in his panic was also all over the linolium around him; spats of blood stained his labcoat from where it had come in contact with the cuts his hands and face.
"Watari! What happened?!" Tatsumi's usual no-nonsense voice was now holding the edge of concern that he and Hisoka had become so good at so hiding.
Watari raised his head from his hands to look at Tatsumi, eyes irritated and bloodshot from the vapors, a cut on his cheek causing a small trickle of blood to trace his profile like a single red tear. The dark circles of his eyes now shown, the stress was obvious in his face. Watari had overworked himself to the point of exhaghstion again. That always spelled danger in a laboratory. Correction, Watari alone spelled danger in a lab, tired and Watari spelled apocolypes.
Why had Yutaki Watari, of all his good for nothing coworkers, burried himself so deeply in his experiments as to pose a danger to himself? After all, he was the second laziest shinigami, only surpased by Tsuzuki.
"Only slightly upstaged by Tsuzuki also in destruction. And only beat by Tsuzuki in the cost of keeping him around." Tatsumi thought with a stressmark, it always went back to Tsuzuki somehow.
"Hmm... It looks like Watari definatly could use a break from work... but that means less work to be done..." Tatsumi looked down at the stresssed out scientist. "I guess i'll give him a break. He hardly does anything besides work on that sexchange fetish anyway." he held out a hand to Watari, "Get up, you need medical attention in the state you're in."
"I'll be fine, Tatsumi, as long as i wash out my eyes over there." He pointed to the eye wash station. "Ok... " Tatsumi helped his co-worker to stand up, but as he was standing, Watari leaned into Tatsumi. "Sorry..." he murmured, "I think the chemicals I inhaled have caused me to be a tad light-headed." Now Tatsumi was worried.
"Watari are you going to be alright? What did you mix in that flask?"
Watari turned his golden eyes to Tatsumi, "I don't remember...If it was the chemicals I thought i put in...ahhh" The golden haired scientist averted his gazed again. "It's the flourence, sorry, the lights hurt my eyes...yes, if it were the chemicals I intended on using that wouldn't have happend, I must have misread the labels...or mislabled the flasks...one of the two."
Tatsumi steadied his friend at the eyewash station and turned on the valve. Watari quickly dunked his face into the jets of water that sprung forth. Tatsumi took the glasses from Watari's hand, leaving his hands free to hold open his eyelids to the jets.
While Tatsumi was at it, he grabbed Watari's great mass of golden curls, holding them away from the other mans face. Tatsumi played with one curl lightly, enjoying the softness of his fellow shinigami's hair. Watari was very beautiful, even Tatsumi could see that. Beyond all his money grubbing and true Mizer-dom, Tatsumi did care about his friends, and found it harder and harder to not notice one in particular. Well, Watari made that hard regardless...the bills each month were gradually getting higher and higher. Tatsumi frowned at the recollection.
Watari held his eye lid pulled away from the eye as he continued to flush out the chemicals with the fountain. He was supposed to do this for twenty minutes, that's standard chemistry procedure, but shinigamis only need to do it for two minutes for each eye. Regenitive powers were a wonderful thing to have when you blew things up at least once a day on average. If not for such a gift, and the simple fact that he was already dead, Watari would have probably killed himself by now. Again.
Once he was done with each eye, he proceeded to wash the blood off of his face. "I can't believe I messed up this badly again," Watari thought. "Hmm.. Tatsumi has been nicer than usual.." Watari felt his face turn red so he splashed it with some more cool water.
"Are you alright Watari-san?" concern leaking into Tatsumi's voice.
"Err- hai, hai," Watari said quickly. With one more final quick splash of water into his face, he got up at went to the sink, where he proceeeded to remove the remaining shards of glass in his hand with a pair of tweezers that were convientely located by the sink
"Does this happen every time one of your experiments blow up?"
"Sometimes, i'm used to getting chemicals in my eyes." Watari weakly laughed. Just then he realized that he had been working for a long time. When was the last time he had taken vacation leave anyways?

The last vaction that Watari remembered taking was the company trip to the Hokkaido hotsprings...and the sight of Tatsumi naked...Tatsumi must have assumed at the time that his blushing was from Tsuzuki, who had so willing flashed them both, (he had been drunk at the time, they all had). Truthfully, Tsuzuki was pleasant to look at, but the sight of Tatsumi's naked flesh in the hot water of the springs, so close to his own...oh the mere thoughts of it caused uncomfortable stirrings in Watari's, ahem, lab-equipment, that were more than a little embarrasing. The godsend(or misfortune) on that vaction had been that Watari's nearsightedness had prevented him from getting too good a view, and saved him from outright oggling the secretary.

Now our scientist was oh so near the one he lusted after, he was inches away from that nice body. "Tatsumi is a great friend, even though he is strict with money spending. But... could it be more than friendship? you don't have these strong of feelings for a friend right?" he thought. Each time when Tatsumi would come in, it would make Watari smile,and lift his spirits.
Watari's head throbbed, and he knew it was from the chemicals and emotions mixing in his body. His hands began to slighty shake from this, making it difficult for him to take out the glass.
"Are you sure you're alright... you're hands are shaking! Let me do this." Tatsumi grabbed the twezzers from Watari's shaking hand. Tatsumi examined the cut hand, looking for remaining glass shards and found one more left in his palm, which he immeditly began to prod at. Watari winced.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
"It's ok," Watari repiled with a grin between gritted teeth.
Since Tatsumi lacked mad tweizzering skills, it took five minutes to take out the reamaing glass shard and dispose of it into the hazzardous waste recepitcal.
"All done," Tatsumi said as he put down the tweezers.
"Thanks 'tsumi," Watari replied as he adjusted his lab coat. "Well, I guess it's time for me to get back to work ne?"
"...... No"
Watari took a step and then turned around slowly, "No...?"
"You're taking the rest of the day off to recover"
"But i'm fine tatsumi! this isn't anything new to me!" whinned 'Tari.
"You're completrly stressed out, and i don't need to Hisoka to know that, I can read it on your face!" Tatsumi sternly said. "It's alright if you want to work a lot, but everyone needs a break sometime. please take the rest of the day off. I insist."
Watari lowered his gaze to the floor. "But... what about all of the stuff i broke?... I'll be wasting money...."
Tatsumi grabbed the surprised Watari by the arm. " You waist more money by staying here and breaking more stuff. You're going to have the rest of the day off, even if i have to ecort you home. The money doesn't matter."
Watari's eyes grew into saucers. "Nothing is above money to Tatsumi, but.... " he knew that Tatsumi was concered about his well being.
"Th-thank you Tatsumi"
"eh, don't get all weepy on me Watari, this damage is still comming out of your paycheck." Tatsumi was still a secretary to the core.
Watari smiled, that was the Tatsumi he knew. But the concern that was being lavished on his, that was new. Why was Tatsumi so concerned about Watari's well being? He secretly wished that he was an empath like Hisoka, then maybe he would be able to understand the Shadow Masters shrowded heart.
"Come on Watari, lets get you home" Tatsumi started to lead Watari to the door of the lab. "Just a second Tatsumi, I can't leave that mess to ferment," A remote appeared from the deep recesses of the labcoat. A press of one of the buttons and many small robots came out, cleaning and streilizing the spill. "My money paid for that?!" Tatsumi's eye twiched a little.
"They are quite effective in keeping the lab in working order Tatsumi" Watari pushed open the door and he and Tatsumi trudged into the hallway, Tatsumi all the while holding a protective arm against the teetering lab-monkeys shoulder.
The sakura blossoms that bloomed year round on the emmacho's properties sent a rain of pink pettles flying all round them like rain as they took the footpath through the trees to the apartment buildings the employs lived in. The tall whitewashed buildings showed a mix of japanese and western style archetecture. Balconys at the back of every building, a privet padio for the inhabitants, blocked off by a rice paper screen that lead into the tatami floored tea room.
"These apartments are way too costly for you to not use your Watari" Tatsumi's brow furrowed as his mind turned to the all powerful dollar.
"Ah, but Tatsumi, my scientific works calls for a lot of my time! What is there without science! It is the reason for everything! Redox, the periodic table, my reaserch! It's my life!" Watari's hands fluttered around his face in a position of idealism that he was prone to taking whenever science came up.
Tatsumi smirked. 'It seems like we all have our obsessions that consume us' he thought.
Soon Watari began to ramble about some sort of scientific discoveries of man kind, but the words faded as soon as they entered Tatsumi's ears. His eyes were focused on the movements of Watari's mouth and how his lips looked soo.... tasty
'Tasty!?" Tatsumi exclaimed in his mind. "No, no, watari is a friend... right?" but he looked over at the golden haired beaut again, an even more vivid thought aroused his mind... and somewhere else
"Well, we're here!" Watari pointed to the apartment on the second floor. There was a balcony with all sorts of potted plants and vines growing in a tangeled mess
"Ano... i don't remember my plants being this out of control." 'tari sweatdropped. Tatsumi sweatdropped at the plants too.
"I hope Mr. Perrywinkle is ok"
"Who's Mr. Perrywinkle?" Tastumi asked.
"He's one of my many pets!" Watari exclaimed as he winked.
Watari ran up the flight of stairs into the apartment. Not wanting to lose him, Tatsumi follwed. Watari fumbled with the keys, but finally got them into the lock and pushed the door open.
He was waiting for there to be broken things everywhere, but it was rather decent.
Watari ran towards the kitchen table, where a pot was sitting with a cactus in it. "Oh! Mr. Perrywinkel! You've surrvived! It must be because of your cactus physique!" Tatsumi sweatdropped. 'That's Mr. Perrywinkle?' he thought.
"Oh yeah, Tatsumi-kun! meet Mr. Perrywinkle!" he held up the cactus to Tatsumi's face.
"Umm... hello."
"Good, i'm glad you got to meet Mr. Peryywinkle. Not too many people know him, he gets lonely."
Watari put down the cactus and then turned to Tatsumi. "Make yourself at home as best as you can. I haven't been home in a long time so i have to tidy up the place."
"It's ok, Watari. Your place doesn't look bad. It's rather clean, compared that car wreck called Tsuzuki's apartment." He shuddered at the thought of that place.
"Thanks," Watari yelled from the kitchen. "Oi, Tatsumi! Are you hungry?"
"A litte bit," Tatsumi said, but as the words left his mouth his stomach growled.
"I'll make some food for us! Ohki-doki?" Watari's hand reached for the refirdgerators door and pulled it open to reveal a disturbing sight. Everything was modly, rotten, growing weird parasites and shrooms.quickly shut the door. "Ummm.. no way."
Watari looked around the kitchen. There were newspapers from months ago sitting on the table, an old cup of neglected coffee that had long since solidifed at the bottom of the cup. "I'm home... or am i?" he whispered.
This was his home, in a sense. This is where his bed was at, where his fridge was at and such, but he was always at the lab. He would sleep there for days on end, working on experiments, and never come back to this place.
He slumped to the ground, his head leaning against a counter.
"Watari, are you alright?" Tatsumi asked gently. He had entered the kitchen when the usually genki scientist had become strangely quiet. He was soon on the floor next to Watari. His left hand went up and stroked the golden curls that flowed down the side of that cherubic face.
"It's just......... I haven't been home for such a long time. I don't know what it's like anymore.... I don't feel like I belong anywhere besides the lab" Watari closed his eyes, fighting back the inevitable tears, and leaned into the counter more.
Tatsumi's right arm wrapped around his shoulder and he pulled him into a somewhat awkward embrace.
Tears began to form at the corners of Watari's eyes, and soon they flowed down his ageless face. He leaned into Tatsumi's chest and began to sob.
"There there, everything's alright now..." Tatsumi tried to sound slightly more manly, despite the utter feminity of the sentence. He gave up trying and just held his friend, heartbeat begining to rise from the closeness of the other.
"I didn't realize you were so stressed out or else I would had given you time off... you mean a lot to me 'tari-kun" Watari's golden gaze looked up into Tatsumi's azure one. The secretary brushed the tears off of Watari's cheeks, even as they began to dry.
"Tatsumi?" Watari couldn't believe where he was, on the floor of his apartment in Tatsumi's arms...the feeling in his chest, that somebody really did care about him. He was so close to Tatsumi, close enough to feel the trace of his breath on his face, those lips he so desperatly wanted to taste. It had been so long since Watari had been close to anybody, felt loved in that special way by anyone.
"You're not alone Watari, you work very hard, and we all see that. I didn't know it was getting to you like this though, if I did...Money isn't the only think I think about all day Watari." Tatsumi's voice lost a little of it's hard edge, more tenderness creeping into it bit by bit.
"It's not really the work that is getting to me...not really, I love science. But I've been lonely a lot this past few months, what with seeing Tsuzuki and Bon together, we all know they are in love, Bon has to know the way Tsuzuki feels, he's an empath. It's only time for them, and they are fine with that. Wakaba and Tera-kun, they have their relationship...the exact nature of it leaves me puzzled, but it's there. You have your money. I'm the odd ball out." 'with a bad case of blue-balls' Watari grimaced, knowing the later result of this encounter.
"You're not the odd ball Watari, you're not alone, people love you." Tatsumi couldn't find the words to express his emotions. Should he tell Watari, the blond was definatly not picking up his hints, or maybe he was playing hard to get, wringing a confession from the secretery.
Watari brushed his mostly dry tears from his cheeks, the small cut already healed with not even a scar to show it's existance. 'You've made a fool of yourself Yutaka Watari. Sitting here on your own kitchen floor crying like a first year chem major who cracked a test tube. Either confess now or stop this. Are you a Shinigami or a lab rat!' Watari thought viciously. He was sounding weak even to his own self, and the object of all this suffering and his affections was right in front of him. This chance to move forward was fast fading as Tatsumi got ready to pull Watari to his feet again. If he didn't take it, he would never forgive himself.
Tatsumi had gotten to his feet and reached down to grab Watari's hands to help the blond up. Once on his feet Watari didn't know what to do. He just stood there, holding Tatsumi's hands in his and staring into the shadows of Tatsumi's pupils, the blue irises around them glitering. Everything about Tatsumi showed that range of value, those contrasting dark and lights, warm's and cools. That aspect of the other shinigami finally broke him. Now or never had really come down to Now or Never.
"Tatsumi...I'm tired of being alone. My lab, you all being my friends and family is one thing. It is better than my living life was, but... to speak frankly, it's not enough anymore. Every day I spend in the lab, maybe the Gushojin pop in, or i have work with you, Tsuzuki and Bon, but...the nights are long...003 is there, but he doesn't usually talk to me...well one time...but i am pretty sure it was this one chemical i was working with, very interesting stuff...."
"One subject Watari."
"Yes" Watari blushed, 'always ruining the moment' he chided,"the reason I never leave my lab...I don't like coming home to this empty apartment. Tatsumi, what I have now is... you see... I want more than this. . . I'm..." His hair fell created a curtain around his face.
Watari removed his glasses, folding them and playing with them between his fingers nervously. Tatsumi waited patiently as Watari appeared to study the floor very carefully. The mass of hair rose again and the face was truely something to behold.
Pale delicate skin framed in golden locks. The orange ribbon poking out from the profile increasing the innocence expressed in that face. The large, heavily lashed eyes, golden and shimmering with unshed tears looked back at him, unbarred by the usual glasses. So young a face, so beautiful. Tatsumi's breath was taken away. How many hearts had this man broken during his time on earth was anybodies guess, such beauty. He walked that razor fine line between being masculine and feminen. Delisous to every taste.
"When I died, three people came to my funeral Tatsumi, because nobody cared. Nobody missed me. I didn't have a chance at love... nothing that the books are written about. But I have to take that chance now...I love you Tatsumi, and I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but I just...I can't be alone anymore. I love you. . . you are..." Watari's voice trailed off as more sobs caught in his throat.
Shocked, and truely touched, Tatsumi raised his right hand and held Watari close to him. He burried his face in the mass of hair and smelled that clean steryle lab smell, that watari also had clinging to him. Watari was so unlike other males in the world. He had somehow managed to break social taboo's hiding away in his lab. That ability to bled his soul before another, such a rare trait, and the strength in that Tatsumi could not only help but admire.
This smell was so intoxicating, the most wonderful and arousing perfume in the world to Tastumi. He pulled away from Watari's hair, now his face only inches away from that seductive gaze, those tempting lips.
"There's something i need to confess to you now, Watari..." he paused looking into that gaze, "I.... I love you too." the whisper barely audiable, but still potent.
Watari's eyes grew large as those words passed out of Tatsumi's lips. This couldn't be real. In all of his fantasies it had happened, but he had never thought that it could become a reality.
"I- I want us to be together...." Tatsumi added, his voice wavering a bit. But the serious look in his eyes never changed as he closed in on those last inches between them, pressing his lips onto Watari's. Watari, caught completly surprised by the kiss, was wide eyed for a few seconds, but then his mouth opened up and he was kissing Tatsumi back, his toungue sliding against tatsumi's own in a intimate dance. Watari somewhat shoved Tatsumi to the floor as he crawled on top of him, the fierce kiss never breaking. His tongue got bolder with the heat, and he ventured it futher into Tatsumi's mouth, enjoying to taste of the other. His hands twisted through Tatsumis' short hair, but then frantically searched for the buttons on Tatsumi's shirt, no longer shy, but begging for more flesh to touch, to be closer.
Tastumi broke away from the kiss. "slow... down... Watari..." he panted.
"Sorry Tatsumi...we just admited our feelings, I'm acting like an animal." Watari blushed, ashamed of how fast he had moved from the emotional aspect, to the sexual one.
"Has it been that long for you?" Tatsumi asked, his breath still coming short. His eyes wide in amazment at the progress in the situation.
"I haven't been with somebody since I first arrived. My old partner and I fooled around, but that ended badly...I didn't love him though. Not like I love you." He embraced Tatsumi, breathing deeply into the exposed skin of Tatsumi's chest.
"Wouldn't you like to proceed in the bedroom then?" Tatsumi asked with a smile, "We do have the whole afternoon off, remember?"
"Oh be gentle with me!" Watari grinned with feined innocence. Tatsumi responded by lifting Watari up into his arms and standing.
"Ummm where is your bed room?"
"Second door on the left!" Watari excalimed in a dream like state, pointing in the general direction.
Tatsumi carried Watari to the bedroom while the blonde fiddled with more of the buttons on Tatsumi's shirt. He was now down to the last button near his partners waist and was waiting to get to the rest... but not if Tatsumi had some of his own plans in store! ^_~
'Ho hum, you think you will be seme, not for long.' A limrick he had heard Tsuzuki singing a few weeks ago danced through Tatsumi's mind. That it implied Hisoka attempting to be seme didn't connect at the moment though.
Tatsumi walked down the small hall, passing a periodic table, and a poster about genetics hanging on the wall. He finally came upon the second door in the hall way, where he pushed it open with his foot and stepped inside. The room was pretty cosy, not too big, not too small, and it was rather neat. Actually, it was virtually spotless. There was a bed, a small arm chair and a book shelf full of science books, typical accersiores for Watari's room.
"I pictured more of a mess for your bedroom actually Watari." Tatsumi mused, looking around at the more or less ordinary looking room. He let Watari down to stand next to him.
"Well...I never really am home to sleep...you should see the cot in my lab i use, i have a few lab coats and shirts lost underneith it I think." Tatsumi noticed a glimmer of Watari's previous sadness and decided to clear his lovers mind of those lonely memories. Kissing the scientists neck Tatsumi began to slide the labcoat from Watari's shoulders and finally letting it fall to the floor and pool around the other shinigami's feet.
Tatsumi's shirt was still tucked into his pants, but completely unbuttoned thanks to the eager hands of the other. His lips were still gently kissing Watari's soft neck, more tender and loving than fierce and passionate first kiss had been on the kitchen floor. The shadow master wanted above all else for this to be lovemaking, not just some roll in the hay. From the earlier conversation, Watari had had his fill of meaningless sex, and wanted something deeper. Tatsumi really wanted Watari to feel loved, and that meant slowly at first, and more passion later, but always love.
"Tatsumi..." Watari whispered quietly in his ear, before pulling out his shirt tail, "Lets continue this on my bed please." his eyes held a very flirtatous gleam to them, as he removed Tatsumi's glasses and placed them next to his own on the nightstand.
"I'm no little girl virgin Tatsumi, I am after all a full grown shinigami...and definatly male in origin." A wide, devilish grin caused a chuckle to rise in Tatsumi's throat, followed by a firey embrace between the two as they somewhat collapeds eachother onto the feather matress. Tatsumi pulled Watari in closer to him, closing the small distance of mere inches between their bodys and planting another kiss on him. Watari responded to Tatsumi's kiss and touches eagerly, tugging on the button down shirt until he was finally able to free it from the secretary's broad shoulders and slide it down Tatsumi's arms and off his body, leaving him hot and bare chested against the still fully clothed scientist.
For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other, breathless, quiet light of affection in their experssions. Tatsumi lifted his left arm, his fingertips brushing in a line up and down from the base of Watari's neck to his the tip of his arm and back. "I can't wait..." he said, drawing out the sentence off the tip of his toungue, "to see these clothes off you."
His mouth made its way to Watari's soft, angelic lips again as his arms slid around the others waist and eased their way underneath the edge of the edge of the blue turtle neck. He slowly pulled it upward as Watari lifted his arms and wriggled out of it. The turtle neck was tossed randomly into the air and now out of sight.
Tatsumi's eyes now glittered with the sight of the very skin tight lycra tank top that watari was wearing.
"You think you can get me naked this easily?" Watari asked playfully while poking Tatsumi's chest.
"Yes," Tatsumi empasied, "I can."
"Oh?" Watari replied as he rasied an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."
"You want to challenge me? You don't know hard and rough until you go through Tsuzuki's paperwork and try to balance the account books accordingly. Or your stack of bills for that matter." Tatsumi heavily emphasised the 'challenge' as he pulled himself on top of Watari, holding his well muscled upper body just above the others chest.
The two of them began a cross between rolling around and making out. One moment Watari was on top, his golden locks cascading like a curtain of waterfalls around him and Tatsumi as they kissed; the next moment and another roll later Tatsumi was on top and was trying to pull off the lycra tank top as he sucked along Watari's collarbone.
Thump! Another roll had occured. Watari's tounge explored Tatsumi's chest, tasting the sweet skin and firmness of the muscles there. His tongue flicked Tatsumi's right nipple, feeling it grow firm in his mouth.teeth grazed it a bit, casuing Tatsumi to utter a small yelp.
Watari's lips curled up into a smile, but then he was once again possesed by Tatsumi, held still by those strong arms that had finally managed to wrestle the lycra tank top from his body. He was now having fun licking long, wet lines around Watari's six pack.
Tatsumi was now the pleased one, for Watari had made several gasps at his minstrations. For a change in tactics, Tatsumi swiftly unbuttoned Watari's pants one-handedly. Watari reached up and his lips worked away sucking at Tatsumi's neck on the tender flesh; while his hands unbuttoned Tatsumi's own pants and zipped the fly down.
"Watari...one question, how do you work in that lab all day and have this amazing body hidden under your clothes?" Tatsumi purred against the flesh of Watari's abdomen, warm breath against the wet lines that he had drawn with his tongue caused the scientist to shiver. Tatsumi smiled inwardly, happy that he had such effect on the blond.
"I worked out during college and before i died...ahhh" Tatsumi had taken the distraction to take the others nipple into his mouth and gentle tease it as he talked...well, moan now as it were.
Watari sighed relaxed completely into the soft bed, the 'may as well be new' white comforter puffing up like clouds around his body. Tatsumi took this as an invitation to slide off his loves pants, allowing better access to other, even more responsive flesh.
Watari raised his hips allowing Tatsumi the freedom to do as he pleased. The had removed their shoes upon entering the house, Watari silently thanked the higher powers that was custom, so the pants were off in no time and flying across the room to land where they choose. Two socks soon joined them in their flight.sat up, stradling his koi and looking pleased at the man who lay beneth him. The only modesty afforded his love at this point were the cotton boxer-briefs that clung to his body and thighs in a way that made Tatsumi hate them. He was starting to hate his own confining clothing by now.
"Yes Watari...you most definatly are male..." Watari blushed slightly, bagging pants no longer there to conceal his fast rising manhood. His blush deepened to a red as Tatsumi began to roll off the scientists underwear as well.
"Ano, Tatsumi..." Watari gently slapped Tatsumi's hands out of the way, leaving the shorts halfway slid down his hips in the most provocative manner. The shadow master glared at him, that look that always said in the office, 'what do you mean you need more money.' now it said that Tatsumi was not pleased with the hold in festivities. This glare melted away after a second though, the last thing Tatsumi wanted was to spoil the beginings of this love in any way.
"Do you want to stop?" the voice was the way Tatsumi trained it to be, reserved. Watari laughed inwardly, amused at the barely disgused lust coming from his lover.
"No love, I just want to make you work a little harder for the prize" At that he pulled the Tatsumi down onto his nearly nude flesh and into a deep kiss. Tatsumi responded roughly, not amused by the scare Watari had just given him. His hands found their way to Watari's hips and gripped them tightly as he ground himself rather forcefully into his partner.
Watari moaned from the movement and kissed Tatsumi deeper, tongues exploring each others mouths. Tatsumi's hands massaged Tari's scalp and entangling themselves in the curls.
Watari used this opprotunity to roll Tatsumi back over and onto his back, pinning him to the bed with his own body, while licking and biting along Tat's neck. Tatsumi allowed it, enjoying the change in pace, as Watari started to slide Tatsumi's own pants off, slowly, teasingly, until Tatsumi finally couldn't take it anymore and kicked the last of the pants from his legs and off the bed.
"Don't be so impatient Tatsumi, you made me take 'the whole day off', remember?" Watari smiled and looked over Tatsumi, and then began to giggle, not being able to stop himself.
"What's so funny?" Tatsumi asked, rather annoyed. Watari tried to keep his mouth shut, his teeth pressed down on his lower lip, holding back the laughter. The sight of Tatsumi just wearing white cotton briefs was classic. Nothing else would have fit the thrifty man's personality, but seeing them in real life, it just was funny to the scientist.
But... those briefs were rather tight and you could see Tatsumi's manhood straining against them, just like one of those underwear models. If the underwear model just happend to have an errection.
Watari's curiosity won out and he pulled the briefs off and discarded them with the rest of the clothing, happy to find his partner to be as well endowed as he had hoped. He had a look on his face as though he had recieved a new present. He looked up and smiled. "I didn't know you were THAT big."
"What happened to the 'suspense'?" Tatsumi smirked.
"Screw it!" he said as he flung his hand, "or more accurately, please, screw me!"
Tatsumi smiled, more than willing to obliged, but then his gaze went above Watari's head to two large eyes that belong to none other than 003, who was perched on the headboard. 003 hooted, causing tatsumi to cover his front.
"Eh? Tatsumi? Getting cold feet?"
"No... it's-it's that bird of yours!" Tatsumi exclaimed with embarassment. he pointed to 003, who hooted again and flapped his wings from finally being noticed.
"Awww.. I didn't know you were in here 003..." Watari said in his animal talking voice, which was higher pitched than normal. 003 flapped his wings some more as his eyes turned into McDonalds arches.
Tatsumi was silent for a few moments, his face a bright red, mixed embarrassment and annoyance.
"Ne, what is wrong?" Watari asked, his smile melting away.
"... Make it go out of the room, please."
"Why? He's not hurting us."
Tatsumi was at lost for words. "I- i'm-... embarassed..." his face turned even more red, "and that bird has a gleam of intelligence in it's eyes! it knows what we are doing and is enjoing this! Voyer! I'm not gonna have someone else watch us be together!"
"Don't be silly Tatsumi, 003's just a bird, you're really making too much of this." Watari crossed his arms over his chest, still stradlling Tatsumi and to Tatsumi's satifaction, the swelling in his underpants getting to definantly uncomfortable levels of size for such a confined space. Watari was now the one not enjoying the hold in the festivities.
"Well, I know how I intend to fix this little calamity then, if you are unwilling to shoo that perverted creature off yourself." Tatsumi smirked evily at the scientist, teasing his fingers around the offending garment encasing Watari's sex, sliding the tips just inside the elastic waist band, tempting Watari, causing both their errections to grow even to further, painful levels, of desire. Tatsumi slid his hands all the way under the back fabric, cupping his lovers bottom and using his wrists to slide the rest of the boxer-briefs to Watari's thighs, the looser clothe now barely covering his erection.
Watari's breath was short and nervous, it was all like some surreal fantasy to him. Tatsumi lay him gently on his back and slide the undergarment the rest of the way off, and sure as he said he'd get rid of 003, he tossed them at the bird. 003 took the hint, hooting annoyed at Tatsumi as his glare followed the bird out the partially opened door. "Well, that takes care of the voyer," annoyed glared softened as he turned his attention once and for all back to his koibito, who now lay nude on the cool bedcovers next to him.
Tatsumi ran a tentative finger over Watari's cream colored skin, tracing the curve and line of his well muscled stomach, brushing his fingers lower, teasing his love by dancing his fingers inside his thighs, then slowing lowering himself onto him kissing a light row of kisses on his chest, tender and lovingly.
Tatsumi positioned himself over the scientist as his tongue moved down the smooth velvet skin. He licked slow, playfuly wet lines as he worked lower and lower.
"Ohh..." Watari breathed as Tatsumi flicked his tongue along his shaft, "when did we decide that you were.... on t-top?" Tatsumi smiled, his lips curled up in a mischevious grin.
"We didn't," he laughed playfully. He continued with his new fascination with Watari's shaft, his toungue moving lower to his testes. His mouth opened larger as he took Watari's sack into his mouth, using his tounge to playfully roll the balls in his mouth. Watari moaned and his body reacted to every one of Tatsumi's toungue passes.
"Oh god..." Watari moaned from the pleasure. Tatsumi smiled and finally pulled away from the second most sensitive area, only to move up to the main course. Watari was long and ready, swollen. Tatsumi's mouth closed over the tip as he worked the length in little by little. This allowed him to tease Watari and for him to be gentle and not overzealous too.
Tatsumi worked his tounge along the length of Watari's manhood, causing said person to writhe in extacsy. Tatsumi didn't mind, and took some pride in the more than pleased reaction coming from his lover, that is...until Watari thrusted his hips unexpectedly causing Tatsumi to choke when his manhood jammed down the secretarie's throat without warning.
"Gah, wait for me to get there at least!" Tatsumi gagged around Watari. The blond looked down at Tatsumi, head proped up on one arm as to look his lover in the eyes.
"Sorry...I did mention it's been a while..." a deep blush graced his cheeks, the last thing Watari wanted to do was ruin things just when they were getting oh so very good. Tatsumi nodded and went back to working, this time adding more suction, at the same time deciding against deep throating his lover, at least this time around. Tatsumi wasn't in the mood to choke to another dead in such a compromising position.
Watari's breaths came shorter and faster as his body tensed, wave after wave of pleasure creating more beads of sweat on his flushed skin, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of that cliff, until finally, with Tatsumi's final slight of tongue....
"Tat...TATSUMI!" Watari's back arched and swept his mind into sweet oblivion as he climaxed. Tatsumi swallowed as best he could the salty, bitter liquid coming from Watari's body. Anyone who called such necters of the body sweet was playing around, but at the same time, Tatsumi was not repulsed. He loved Watari, and like all things when it love, his partners seed wasn't unpleasant.
Watari lay panting, eyes closed and hair fanned out around him on the bedspread. Face to the side and pink from his climax; lips swollen and inviting to Tatsumi, as he licked his lips clean and crawled back from between his partners legs.
Watari's arms lifted to embrace his love and pull him down on his body, running his hands up and down Tatsumi's back, neading at the flesh there. Tatsumi kissed Watari on the cheek, turning the scientists head to he faced him directly. Watari opened his heavy lidded eyes and smiled.
"I love you Tatsumi"
"I love you too..." and they kissed, lightly. Tatsumi moved to suck on Watari's earlobe lightly, before murmuring in his ear,
"I need some lotion, unless you have something better to use." With his face next to his lovers and his eyes closed, Tatsumi could still feel the smile Watari had on.
"There's WD40 in the kitchen under the sink"
Tatsumi laughed, "Lotion will do I think, it hasn't been THAT long I hope."
"Drawer" Watari mangaged through his own giggles. Tatsumi reached over to the bearu and shuffled around the junk before he felt what he was searching for.
"Watari, I'm not even going to ask why you have this sitting in your nightstand"
"We all know the answer anyway." the other shinigami pulled down Tatsumi for another kiss, while Tatsumi popped the lid on the lotion and coated his fingers generously with the slick substance.
Watari barely even tensed when he slid one finger into his opening, slowly at first and then moving it around so as to coat the opening with enough lotion to cause as little pain as possible. A second finger followed, streaching the opening and sicoring, building wider and wider until the last and third finger found it's way inside, causing Watari to finally moan with discomfort.
"Are you okay?" Tatsumi's all business gazed met Watari's clouded vision.
"H-hai. Just give me a second." Watari took a deep breath, letting it out slowing and relaxing his inner muscles around Tatsumi's invading digits. Slowing and gently Tatsumi began to stroke that soft part at the innermost of Watari that he could reach, causing his partner to moan and his sex to swell again with a second wind.
Removing his fingers, the shadow master captured Watari's lips again and deepened a kiss, full of unspoken love and passion, moaning as he coated his membe with more of the lotion before positioning himself at the mad scientists entrance.
"Go on Tatsumi, I want to be as close to you as possible." Watari broke their kiss only long enough to force out the words in a husky voice, simultaniously wrapping his legs around Tatsumi's waist. Not needing to be told anymore than that, Tatsumi entered the other slowly, allowing him the time to adjust to this new presence in his body. For himself, Tatsumi's vision swam as he felt the heat and tightness around him. Like Watari, it had been years and years since he had felt this comfortable, this ability to be this intimate with another. Not since Tsuzuki those decades ago...
It was Watari that pulled Tatsumi in all the way to the hilt, kissing the other ferverntly over and over on his face, lips, next, anywhere the scientist could reach. They set the pace at a slow rythm, falling naturally into it as if they had always been lovers. Such and intimate and ancient dance.
Moan for moan from Watari as the pleasure washed over his body. Looking into Tatsumi's blue eyes, and feeling this completeness inside him, yes, he had what he needed now. Somebody to love him, care about him. Deep inside, beneith the heat washing over him as he climbed again to the edge of that cliff, he knew he didn't have to worry about coming home to that empty apartment anymore. And he smiled.
Tatsumi was off in heaven, as he plunged again and again into that tightness of Watari, his muscles tensing and sweat rinsing over his skin. The climax was close to him, Tatsumi wanted nothing more than to come and release himself from the brink, but he held off as long as he could, staving off the statisfaction until Watari himself came close. The friction between their bodies bringing the other to full erected state and leaking the pre-cum over their abdoments.
Watari came with a yell, stronger than before. The clenching of his partners body around him pulled Tatsumi off the edge of the cliff with him and they both came together, finally laying, one still inside the other, panting on the bestsheets, which were now dampened with sweat. Sticky seed from Watari's finish was on both their stomachs, Tatsumi finally pulled himself out, reached over to the tissue box next to the lamp, and cleaned up the sticky mess they had created togther, before pulling Watari and himself under the covers.
Watari, spent from the exertion, cuddled close as Tatsumi spooned his lover. Before they drifted to sleep, Tatsumi's strong bicepts wrapped proctectively around his newfound lover, more precious than money, Tatsumi whispered into Watari's ear, "We may have found our love last, but, Watari, our love is best." And his kissed his brow, wiping the sweat away with the back of his hand, following the other into dreamland.
"Does this mean you'll give me more funding from now on?"
"No"
"I still love you anyway...scrooge" A smile graced both there faces, and sleep claimed them both. 003, watching from it's perch on the adjar door, hooted softly and flew out of the room, leaving the two to sleep in privacy.