Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ coffee and kisses ( Chapter 2 )

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

A/N: Tatsumi's a voyeur at heart... Okay not really, but I can pretend.

Warnings: BoyxBoy action, but if you have a problem with that then how the fuck did you get to chapter 2?

Disclaimer: I don't own YnM, I just like to play with the characters.

Tatsumi looked over to see Hisoka hard at work, but no Tsuzuki. Suprise, suprise he thought, feeling the dull thud of a head ache coming on.

"Kurosaki, where did Tsuzuki run off to?" he asked, in as casual a tone as he could manage.

"I think he went to the lab to see Watari."

"Very good then, I needed to go and see if there's been any new damage done to the lab this morning anyways."

"Wait!" Kurosaki said, putting up his hands, "I wouldn't go down there quite yet if I were you."

"Why not?"

Kurosaki just shrugged and blushed profusely.

Tatsumi felt as though he'd left patience at the door this morning and began to pinch the brigde of his nose, beneath his glasses. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know what had Hisoka blushing like a school girl, but if the employees of the Judgement Bureau with goofing off it was his job to put a stop to it.

He sidestepped the flustered shinigami and made his way to the break room to get another cup of coffee. Once he had refilled his novelty mug with the phrase; "time is money" plastered on the side and set of towards Watari's lab.

He took what was meant to be a fortifying sip, before entering the lab, however he only ended up burning his mouth on the scalding hot liquid. He should have taken that as an omen and went back to his desk to fill out more paper work. But he didn't, and what he saw upon opening the door made his heart stop mid beat and his libido jump to attention.

Watari was currently spread out on the floor, his blonde hair was loose and slpayed every which way. His hands were being pinned above his head by the same person that happened to be stradling the scientists thighs.

Tsuzuki....

The pair was seemingly attached at the lips. And Tatsumi's eyes were inexplicably glued to the sight of the two mouth's working each other. When it seemed they ran out of breath they still didn't completely break apart, just parted a 16th of a centimeter for a moment. And then as they began again Tatsumi could see their tongues meet and tangle.

Tsuzuki released the scientists wrists and drove his fingers through blond mass of hair. Whereas, Watari's hands flew immediately to Tsuzuki's... derriere.

Tatsumi's ice blue eyes grew wider as he watched this rather extemely display of attraction and was shocked as his gaze was drawn once more to their mouts. One of them moaned although he couldn't tell which and quite frankly he didn't care.

But just then Watari's gaze flickered to the door way, where he caught sight of Tatsumi.

As smoothly as possible the engineer rolled them both over so he was the one now straddling Tsuzuki's lap.

"Anything wrong, Tatsumi?" he asked after tearing apart their mouths and ignoring Tsuzuki's mewl of protest.

Tatsumi cleared his throat and fought to regain his composure, "No, nothing at all."

"Oh, you mean we're not wasting company time and money by making out on the job?"

"Not what I was going to say, but now that you mention it!" Tatsumi exclaimed, returning to his familiar role of penny pinching secretary. "Time is money!" with that he turned on his heels and way follwed in his retreat by the sound of Watari's laughter bleeding into yet another moan of pleasure.

Finally, when he could no longer hear the pair he took a heady sip of his long cold coffee.

tbc --- why? 'cause that pictures still in my head.