Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Teenangel and the Demon Called Hormones ❯ Adrenalize ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer :I could have been Youko Matsushita but sadly am not, so Yami no Matsuei belongs to me not *sniff*

Author's note : Hi there my faithful readers!!!

At last here I am to present you the second installment of Teenangel and The Demon Called Hormones, kay…. Umm… I put this one on PG-13 section just to tell some of you that might have not known that I changed the ratings, yes and I will change this again after somedays, so if you're to follow this story o'mine, go to the R rated page okay?

A seemingly never ending warning : A Lemon in this chapter… a wet one…

Enjoy! ^-^

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Teenangeland The Demon Called Hormones

Chapter Two

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"I was having a… nightmare."

He wished a single answer could end all the matters, but apparently the 'nightmare' continued…

"Doushite Hisoka-kun, did you have a premonition?"

"Tsuzuki is fine. Bouzu, why did you scream out his name?"

"Ah, Hisoka-kun, was that your scream early this morning? I thought something bad happened, ne, Saya?"

"Hai, What happened Hisoka-kun? Yuma fell off her bed when she heard you screaming."

"Are you alright Hisoka-sama? We heard your scream last night."

And so he was forced to answer..

"No…, it was just a nightmare."

"I… I just had a nightmare… and Tsuzuki's… Tsuzuki's there…"

"It's only a nightmare."

"It's a nightmare."

"A nightmare. Yes, don't laugh at me."

"It's a NIGHTMARE!"

And to give some response on their utter responses

"I'm fine Tatsumi-san…, don't worry… I'll tell you when I do. "

"No, I don't need any sleeping potion."

"No, I am NOT."

"I can sleep by myself thank you."

"No, Gushoshin, I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell at you…"

Luckily the person whose name he had cried aloud was being his usual sleepyhead, still in a deep sleep on his desk, even after everybody had their shower, till the secretary himself, with frozen smile, pinched his nose so hard that he was forced to wake up gasping for air, and was immediately shoved up with another fresh pile of cases whose reports needed to be written down., and so it was unbeknownst to him the tragic incident that had fallen upon his partner.

But he did notice though… an unusual expression on him and he occasionally groaned amidst the sounds of pens against papers, and fingers against keyboards.

"Oy, Doushita no Hisoka?"

The one being asked had looked startled for a second before he answered, "Betsuni.", as flat as usual, and without looking too, afraid that the heat that rose into his face would appear as a visible shade on his cheeks.

He did try hard, to concentrate writing those reports, but he couldn't, somehow his mind was completely blank. He just stared at the idle pointer; listening the rustles of papers from the other desk, to the frequent sighs and complaints coming from his left side.

That other desk on his left was Tsuzuki's.

He was watching him, unconsciously.

Darn it!

He backed away his chair from the keyboard, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. He sighed and tried to relax by closing his eyes.

That worked too well apparently…

'Caramel'

Huh?

That didn't come from his own mind. He whirled around to find its source.

His gaze stopped at Tsuzuki, who happened to have his eyes on him as well

'Caramel…'

Then come streaming out of nowhere the tender bittersweet taste of the said treat. The flavor mingled in his tongue as if he was having it inside his mouth.

Sonnabakana…! It can't be…

He stared at his partner. Panic rushed.

He knows…?

…about his dream?

'Sweet sweet caramel…'

No way!

Tsuzuki was still staring at him. Hisoka was still staring back at him although he felt like blowing up with embarrassment any second now; his face must have been as red as a boiled crab. Was Tsuzuki an empath? No, as far as he knew… so how…?

But then Tsuzuki diverted his vision on Tatsumi. Then bittersweet taste changed into something heavier, rich, and spreading warmth down to the throat.

'Chocolate'

Eh?

Tsuzuki's gaze still fixed on the brunet, who seemed absolutely oblivious of him …

Chocolate?Tatsumii? But what the…? How? Tsuzuki and Tatsumi? They…?

"Tatsumi…" came an audible moan from the purple eyes.

The one being called looked up at his caller, then sighed, "Hold on Tsuzuki, you'll get it in lunch break."

"Mou… it's still two and half hours…" whined the other.

'Chocolate, melt chocolate… I want, I want…'

"Be patient." answered the secretary shortly, altering his attention back to his work.

"You're so mean." Tsuzuki pouted.

There was like plague of question marks on Hisoka's head. His mind was inevitably drawing a conclusion out of their small conversation. And that conclusion was projecting some images into his head. Bad ones.

The pouting shinigami stared at Tatsumi for a few moments but, since he ignored it, shifted it to the blond person next to him.

And then it changed again, the flavor Hisoka tasted, it became thicker, and sharply sweeter.

'Honey'

What is going on?

"Watari, help me convince him."

"Saa… if Tatsumi says it's lunch break then it's lunch break. Sadly Tsuzuki, it can't be helped…" smiled the blond.

"But I want it now."

One huge question mark on Hisoka's mind… and an image of a bad, bad idea. Tsuzuki?Tatsumi? and Watari? Melt chocolate? Honey? And not forgetting the caramel issue that could probably involving his very self.

There went very quiet. Very distressing for Hisoka; until

"I'm hungry! I need sweets! I can't think without sweets!" cried Tsuzuki from his desk.

No one responded, except there was a sound of something falling to the floor from the desk on his right. Hisoka's. He's falling with his chair.

Chikuso! Baka yaro! He's just hungry! Great! The next time he's hungry he's gonna look at Muraki and starts thinking about Whipped Cream! That sweet-toothed BAKA is only God-damned hungry! What were you thinking?! Getting up from his fall, he swore at himself for having such a dirty thought swelling inside his usually sober head, how could he? He must never let his mind barrier down again.

"Oy, Hisoka, are you okay?"

"D-daijobu."

"Take a rest Hisoka-kun, you don't seem well…"

"Iie, I'm fine."

"Really, you need to take some of my sleeping potion. It really helps, and guaranteed no nightma-"

"I'm fine!" he stressed, slamming the desk with his palms. Everybody fell silent. He sighed and sat back on his chair, avoiding their gazes. He didn't mean to yell or such, he just didn't want to receive anybody's attention that day, like he had back on the ungodly hour. Really, he just needed to be calm and everything would go normal within a time.

Within a time.

Something stirred inside of him, down from his slightly feverish head, down to his nose… felt like the runniness he had when he caught flu… he didn't realize what it was until he heard someone exclaim:

"Hisoka-kun, you're bleeding!"

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"M'bine."

"Fine people don't get nosebleeds. Don't force yourself, take a break." Tatsumi said after had stuffed the boy's bleeding nose and forced him to drink some supplements, "Or we might have to spend extra cash if you suddenly collapse and have to be tended to the hospital. We don't have that extra cash so do take care of yourself." He pushed his glasses up.

"Do you need me here to accompany you?" Tsuzuki happily volunteered, seizing a chance to get away from those piles of works. Suspicious glance from Tatsumi.

"No! I'm bine, go work bith Datsumi-san!" said his partner hastily, being in a room with him was enough to make his nose bleed. He could probably die of blood pressure if was left in his care alone.

So then Tsuzuki was dragged back to the main office. His complaints echoed in the corridor.

Hisoka was left alone in very same room on the very same couch where he had the 'nightmare'.

The grandfather clock was ticking. Seconds passed. A minute. Another minute…. the boy got up. He had to do something, he couldn't just do nothing or that 'nightmare' would come back and haunt him. Of course he wouldn't go back to his desk; he needed to go to someplace Tsuzuki would rarely visit.

The kyudo field.

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It was said that sports could clear up minds.

But today it only added annoyance to his already annoyed mind. None of his arrows hit the target; some had decorated the trees, some had landed on the bushes, and some just hit the ground. Oh well, at least none of them flew backwards; a blunder that only Tsuzuki could make.

"Oy, Gakki, what's wrong with you? Has that baka's incompetence gotten you?"

'Thwack!'

The arrows hit nowhere in front of him.

"Apparently it has."

He turned around and rewarded a glare at the speaker, who, as he had suspected, was Terazuma, and the said arrow hit the wall not very far from him, "Minb rer owhn buhziness."

Terazuma that was initially looked to retort back, held back his retort and frowned instead, "What's with the nose?"

Then the boy realized that he was still got his nose stuffed. He unclogged his nostrils, "Nosebleed."

Terazuma hummed in a reply, "Aren't you suppose to be at the office, working over those unfinished reports?"

"I got free time today. Why weren't you and Wakaba-san there?" he asked back, putting another arrow in his bow.

"Being once a detective had taught me to finish one report at a time instead of piling it up till the end of the year and spending the whole week at office trying desperately to finish them all, like some bakas here."

Hisoka rolled his eyes. Terazuma had always bashed Tsuzuki whenever he got the chance.

'Thwack!'

Another artificial branch was added to the poor kinmokusei tree outside the field.

What is wrong with me?

"What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with ME? Why is everybody making so much fuss about me today? There is nothing wrong with ME! I'm perfectly FINE! Maybe I'm just having a bad luck spirit following me or something! I don't know!? Why don't you take a look with your shikigami-possessed eyes? Can't you people leave me alone?!" If Hisoka got upset, not even the quarrelsome Terazuma could counter him.

"…Whoa… Uh, okay… No need to get upset. As clear as I can see, there's no bad luck spirit following you around, you got it the other way around. You should be fortunate." he said, placing an arrow on his string.

Hisoka replied with an incoherent grumble, aiming his target.

'Thwack!'

Two arrows were released. One hit the bullseye. One just flew over the field. Which was whose, could be guessed.

Terazuma threw him a sideway glance.

"Just don't ask." answered the boy before he could utter more question. He left the field, it was getting dark; maybe some hot bath would do him better that sports.

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The old bathroom seemed nice and welcoming. Lucky he got the first turn to use the ofuro, while the water was still steamy hot. He stripped his clothes off and took a dip. The heat burned his skin, but he proceeded till water covered his torso.

He let out a sigh of contentment and leaned his head back, relaxing his tensed muscles.

Staring at the ceiling, he wished that those piling report on his desk would be finished soon so that he and the others didn't have to sleepover at the office anymore.

So that he wouldn't be seeing Tsuzuki for a while.

He felt blush grace his skin; that name triggered images from the 'nightmare' he had had in the previous night. It was so frighteningly real and vivid… and why did he have that kind of dream in the first place? Was that the effect of having a sixteen year old body, whose hormones was in the highest rate? Then why not some random girls? Women? Female? Tsubaki-hime? Sheesh, even Wakaba's alright as long as Terazuma doesn't find out…, or even Saya or Yuma-san… He wouldn't object; he could actually pass it off as a nightmare then.

But, oh God! Why him?! Why Tsuzuki?! And why was he being so helpless? And Tsuzuki being so… aggressive? That was totally out of character for both of them. He would never, never- be like that… and neither would Tsuzuki. He had never thought of him like that.

The door creaked, sliding.

"Tsu-Tsuzuki?!" the boy would have run himself away had he not remembered that he didn't wear anything.

"Ah, konbanwa Hisoka!" said the purple eyes cheerfully.

"What are you doing here?!" the boy panicked, edging way to the corner of the ofuro.

"Uhn? To take a bath of course." he replied, taking off his shirt.

"B-But it's my turn!" the boy yelled in complain; he could feel his face boiling; has fate schemed some kind of conspiracy against him?

Unzipping off his pants, Tsuzuki was merely sighing, "It's not my fault Hisoka. Tatsumi said we can't waste more fund on hot water, so I have to share with you…"

"Can't you wait till I'm done?!" snapped the other.

"Mou…. don't be so mean Hisoka," the purple eyes pouted, "I, too, need some nice hot bath after a full day of Tatsumi's yelling." He approached the ofuro, "Saa… give some room for me."

No need to do that since the boy had already curled himself up in the ofuro's corner. He looked away from Tsuzuki's display of nudity, wishing that he had something to be hurled at him.

The water sent some ripples as another body mass added to it. Hisoka was terribly, terribly panic by now; felt like his heart was going to jump up and choke him at any moment.

Tsuzuki, feeling content as Hisoka was before, also let out a sigh; one that horribly reminded the boy of the pieces of scenes from his 'nightmare'.

"Say, I can be helpful, I can help you rub your back."

Hisoka couldn't take it anymore. He rushed out of the water, saying without looking, "I'm done."

But something held him back and pulled him inside the water. He gasped, realizing that it was Tsuzuki's arm around his naked waist.

Water splashed.

"Tsu-Tsuzuki…?!"

"Did I do something wrong to you?" he whispered behind, pulling him closer.

"Wha-What? No! Now, let me-"

"Then why wouldn't you look at me?"

"Eh?"

"Did I somehow… make mistakes so that you wouldn't look at my face all day long…?" he was so near to the boy's neck that sent a shiver down his spine.

The boy gulped, "I-, no, it's just-"

"Do you hate me?" he murmured as he drowned his face on the boy's damp hair.

"No- 'course not ", he stutteredly replied, "it's just-", he stopped on his tracks. Tsuzuki's hand… it was pushing him lightly to lean back. And there, he felt his body, its muscled contour, its heat, and the heartbeat… slow and calm….

"Don't go then." he whispered again. Close. Too close.

"Ah…" he squirmed, feeling something moist in his ear. Tsuzuki's tongue. "Tsu-", he protested, glancing sideways to meet the other's smiling face.

"Daijobu Hisoka." he assured, brushing his lips on the boy's temple and then gliding down to his eye, his cheek… then he used his hand to lift the boy's chin.

"Tsuzuki…let go-", he pleaded. This is wrong…

Useless effort.

Tsuzuki dived to claim his lips in a kiss. He pulled back awkwardly, but he was holding him tight, not letting him escape. The lip contact remained and deepened. Plundering inside, he faintly recognized trace of marshmallow's flavor in him. Strong scent of coffee, sweetness of marshmallow…

Tsuzuki felt his struggle gradually replaced by tremble. He smirked against his lips and brushed his fingers along his neck, down to the chest; stroking the sensitive skin all the way… then it found his nipples-

The kiss was broken by a moan Hisoka released, "Tsuzuki… please-" he knew where those touches would lead.

Apparently his words sounded more like an invitation rather than an objection since Tsuzuki didn't stop playing in that delicate area, only pausing one of his hand a while to roll Hisoka's head sideways, letting him rest on his broad shoulder.

Hisoka's bare, ivory neck was fully exposed to him, fragile and exquisite like water lily's stalk. He didn't waste the chance.

He brushed his tongue there, assaulting the delicacy with his teeth, to and fro, across the collarbone up to the jaw line. He smiled at the gurgle sounds coming from the boy's throat base. If only he was a little bit more audible…

He would make him audible.

He slipped his fingers a little bit lower; to tease the navel, and as response to the boy's louder groan, proceeding the intimate business to the hipbones. Unfortunately it was stopped there for Hisoka's legs were together. He would have to ask.

"Hisoka… I can't reach you… part your legs…"

The boy whimpered softly; neither approving nor disapproving.

"Don't block me… part them…" he kissed him along the jaw line, then up, nibbled his earlobe, urging him. His hand stayed below, stroking the thighs slowly inside the cleft, trying to separate them. They were still together. He decided to try another way.

A sharp gasp escaped the boy as he felt himself being pulled hard into the other's hardness in sudden.

Tsuzuki seized the chance of his distraction and was successful to part his legs and reached the length inside. The boy was making little sounds panic, like a frightened kitten. He lifted his arms up and twined them behind Tsuzuki's neck and clung desperately into him. No rejection came from him anymore despite how uncomfortable he felt; he could no longer try to escape; arousal has somewhat got him. Willingly or unwillingly his body has begun to accept his touches. Touches that brought his body to a new level of heat.

"It's alright, don't be afraid…"

Hisoka bit his lower lip hard; his fingers were knotted with Tsuzuki's dark hair as he moved his hand, working his fingers slowly inside. He placed his free hand on his lower abdomen, rubbing it softly to ease the tension there. Then he pushed the second finger inside. He felt Hisoka's inhalation pattern grew short and shallow. He stopped his intrusion a while, letting him catch his breath, kissing his neck in tender apology.

"Relax , Hisoka… relax… there."

Then he began to push inward, parting his way inside and rocked his it in a rhythm. Slow, steady, then faster, following the pace of the boy's breath.

Hisoka felt himself reaching a low climax and cried out, somewhat insatiated and yearning for much, much more. His arms fell back to the water but he clung on Tsuzuki still, panting, feeling the mad rushing of his lust filled blood.

"Hisoka…" he heard his partner called him, and felt his hands on his shoulders, gently coaxing him to turn around. Avoiding Tsuzuki's gaze, he stared at the rippling water. It was still steamy, and supposed to be hot, but he was shivering.

"Look at me, Hisoka…"

He was too ashamed.

Tsuzuki then had to lift his chin, and then ravished his bare body with his eyes.

His skin was flushed with faint scarlet; his damp, caramel-colored hair fell disarray upon his forehead; his foggy emeralds pools were half hidden by heavily lashed eyelids, his lips were parted and slightly trembling like half-blooming flower petals, sweat mingled with steam dew were dripping from his adorable chin. He was the loveliest creature Tsuzuki had ever seen.

He took him by the shoulders and somewhat lifted him to level his height and kissed him breathless for a long fierce moment, and was rewarded with an equally passionate reply. He slid his grip down and guided Hisoka's legs to wrap his hip around.

He was a little bit startled, though, was not rejecting. Straddling Tsuzuki's lap, he looked at him questionably, was he sure about it? Was it going to be alright? Tsuzuki's intense gaze told him how the purple eyes wonder, treasure, and longing for him. It ceased away his anxiety. He was handsome and loving; gentle if somewhat predatory. Desire was spoken through his amethyst orbs.

"Do it." he said, low and husky, not believing his own voice. He clutched onto Tsuzuki's neck as he grasped his slim waist to find an ankle. And as he did, he thrust inside, carefully, savoring his lover's every moan and cry of pleasure.

Once he was completely inside, he gathered up his strength and started to build a rhythm. To stroke and restrain, growing faster to the point where pain and bliss blurred together.

Hisoka writhed in helplessness, lost in his lustration. He arched his back to give Tsuzuki a better access. It had been hurt, but he held him all along. He reached it first, with a sharp cry that leaving scratches on his lover's back. He collapsed on his heaving chest, letting Tsuzuki proceed his way. He soon after caught up with him in release.

Catching his breath, Tsuzuki bent his head a little, planting a consoling kiss on the crown of his lover's head.

He was saying something but Hisoka couldn't hear it. His vision was covered in blur. Dizziness swathed him like a lulling doze…

"Tsuzuki?" he called, he couldn't feel him again. Everything felt so light, as if was floating.

Then Tsuzuki's voice came back to his ear, not clear, but he was calling him.

"Tsuzuki?"

"Hisoka? Daijobu ka?"

"Nandato?" he reached for the voice. His hand caught something… cloth? He blinked, his vision slowly cleared up. He saw Tsuzuki there… in his working suit? He blinked again, and then realized that he was wearing a kimono and was lying in a bed. Then he recognized the place, medical wing.

"Doushita no? Why am I here?" he muffled, slightly confused.

"You passed out in the ofuro. The water is too hot. You dipped in it for too long…" he explained, "I found you all red, you're nearly soft boiled…" he chuckled, replacing something cold on Hisoka's head, ice packs, "Since you kept calling my name, Tatsumi allowed me to stay here and take care of you."

Hisoka just wanted to curl himself on the corner and die of humiliation. He rolled aside; burying his burning face on the white sheets He felt a familiar dampness on his particular place… He had been having that kind of dream again..

Kami-sama!

" Uh, Hisoka, Just wondering, why were you calling my name?"

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To be Continued

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Pheww, that was so hard to finish…. My first whole lemon *choke, choke*, thanks to my occasional Hormone Hurricane.

So…. like it? Hate it?

The plot start building itself in this chapter (realize it or not, this does have a plot)

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Oh yeah again, I'm still seventeen, I'm still a virgin, so this lemon is based on pure (perverted of course) imagination (and experience of reading too much yaoi scanlations) so errors may be contained. You guys are always welcome to correct and advice me.

Kay, C'ya on next chapter(s)

Special thanks to meethzoonk for beta this part (and for enduring the lemon part, dear, I congratulate you)

Again, LONG LIVE YAOI!!!!

Quincey

*Yaoi Addict*