Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation ❯ Temptation ( One-Shot )

Temptation

Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka

Rating: PG

Comments: Just some utterly random fluffness that's been haunting me for a while. Totally sans point or plot, just like my other fics. :D

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Okay. He could do this.

The trick was to keep breathing. Yeah, if he just concentrated in inhaling and exhaling and holding himself still no matter what, he would succeed.

He had control over himself. He would resist.

Tsuzuki opened his eyes and risked a glance.

Or, maybe not.

It was yet another hotel room, a temporary base and safe haven during a routine assignment. The hour was late and the only sources of light were the streetlamps outside, their glow seeping through the windows into the room and onto the two single beds, of which only one was occupied at the moment. Tsuzuki sat next to the bed, watching the other person peacefully sleeping in front of him, and tried desperately to restrain himself from cuddling the said person to death.

Hisoka lay on the bed, half-curled into a ball. The boy's legs had entangled themselves around his blanket and slender arms were wrapped as if they were hugging something. His head was tucked against the pillow, the fair hair covering gently Hisoka's child-like face now sans any hardened or cold features. He was positively adorable.

And all Tsuzuki could do was to try not to jump him there and then.

The soft sound of restful breathing filled the room. Tsuzuki let out a frustrated sigh and flicked his bangs out of the way as he glanced outside again.

How many times before had he watched Hisoka asleep like this? At first Tsuzuki's reason for it had really been to watch over him because of the nightmares the boy suffered from. It had been painful to see him sometimes wake up screaming, panicked and shaken by some old ghost from the past, and not being able to do anything for him. He'd tried to console the boy the best he could but had been determinately if not malevolently rejected.

So, Tsuzuki had found another way to help. He had begun to guard Hisoka while the boy slept. Whenever his partner had started to show signs of fear or distress in his dreaming Tsuzuki had reached over to calm him down, sending reassurance through his touch and thoughts to Hisoka's dreams, using the younger shinigami's empathy for his advantage. And it had worked; after a while Hisoka would have relaxed in his sleep again, the troubled and pained expression on his face disappeared, and he would rest untroubled till dawn. And Tsuzuki would know he had done something to ease his dear partner's nightly torment.

So... when did I began to have trouble keeping my hands to myself?Tsuzuki blushed at the thought but that was how he saw it. As he watched Hisoka's serene, sleeping face it took all the will power he had to keep himself from reaching over and tracing the shadows casting on the boy's cheeks. The young shinigami let out a small grunt in his sleep and nudged for a more comfortable position.

He's too cute for words.

Tsuzuki smacked himself mentally. His mind wasn't exactly being helpful, unless it was deliberately trying to crumble his will. The man's eyes had mysteriously fixed their gaze on the boy's slightly parted lips. An interesting debate was going on in his head as he considered his options.

One: He could go to bed and clear his head from the overly affectionate thoughts towards his partner and keep his lengthy afterlife.

Two: He could give in, try his luck, and venture to steal a kiss from Hisoka, under the grave threat of losing the said afterlife if the boy happened to wake up.

Tsuzuki tried to convince himself to turn in for the night. He might as well have been glued to his chair. So, in the end, he was left with little choice. Carefully he leaned closer, reaching over to brush the fair bangs away from Hisoka's face and then halted to gaze at the face that had so mesmerized him. His heart was beating like crazy against his ribcage, and blood gushed in his ears as the words "just one kiss" echoed around his mind. Then he swallowed deep.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, and met his lips with Hisoka's.

For a small eternity Tsuzuki just stayed like that, taking in the warmth and and softness of the contact, not daring to move his lips even though he yearned to. His partner's calm breath brushed against his cheek and the amethyst-eyed man shivered inside. The reality of the situation was suddenly creeping up on him.

This is wrong this is wrong this is WRONG I shouldn't be doing this in the first place - He was just about to back away when a pair of slender arms wrapped themselves around him and pulled him closer again. The lips beneath his parted and returned the earlier kiss with gentleness and care that made Tsuzuki weak from bliss. Fingers digging into his hair and caressing the back of his neck, his mouth being claimed by the soft wetness that was Hisoka's mouth, the sound of their unison breathing and the colliding of their lips... It was utterly intoxicating, and he felt as he had been swept into heaven.

After a while they parted, both of them breathing as if they had just emerged from a prolonged dive. Tsuzuki managed to arrange his thoughts into a nearly coherent form and opened his eyes to meet the gaze of Hisoka's half-lidded emerald ones. "So", he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "you were awake after all?"

The boy let out a small and amused snort. "You idiot. Like I could sleep with your thoughts rampaging around the place?"

Tsuzuki felt a tad bit embarrassed. "Oh, right. Sorry." But he didn't feel too bad about it, since the younger shinigami's fingers fiddling with his dark strands didn't actually indicate any violent consequences in the near future. The older man was at a slight loss in the face of this unexpected turn. "So, uh-"

But he didn't get any further as his lips were once again reserved for other purposes. After successfully silencing his partner Hisoka nudged him closer and whispered sleepily: "We'll talk in the morning, just go to sleep for now."

"M'kay..." mumbled Tsuzuki, his head still buzzing from happiness and disbelief. He tried to get up ( very reluctantly ) and walk over to his own bed but the boy's arms kept their firm hold of him, pulling him onto to the bed completely.

"Idiot, I meant here", Hisoka scolded Tsuzuki, granting the man a rare and a bashful smile. Tsuzuki could only stare at his partner for a while. Then his face slowly lit up with a radiant smile and he carefully wrapped his arms around the boy.

"Okay", he consented happily.

Hisoka yawned and buried his face against Tsuzuki's chest. "You know, you sometimes amaze me with how dim-witted you can actually be."

"Right", sighed Tsuzuki, already slipping into sleep. Hisoka let out a small laugh, but the feelings of contentment that flowed through the dark shinigami had reached him as well, and he snuggled closer again.

"Ba~ka."

And after that, there was only the sound of two people breathing calmly in sync.

~owari~

As I said, totally PWP. I just had an itch to write some utter sweetness. ^^ My lust for romance is incurable.