YnM Fanfiction
"Velvet"

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Note: Mature readers only please. This continues "Warm Breeze, Cold Wind" "Dangerous Games" "Favorite Toy" and "Partners."

20000 Counter Hit Gift Story for Delentye! Thank you! Request: Tsuzuki & Hisoka fic. Any genre. This continues Warm Breeze, Cold Wind directly.

Velvet
YnM Fanfiction by Yen aka Anonym

Your eyes to mine
Are velvet warm

Outside, it began to rain. Hisoka looked up and stood up slowly to walk towards the windows. He padded across the tatami mat, barely making a sound. Tsuzuki's bedroom was small and sparsely furnished. An unrolled futon occupied most of the floor space, and windows covered two walls of the L-shaped room.

Hisoka pressed his hands against the glass panes and stared out into the rain. All he could see were dark outlines of trees swaying in the wind-driven rain. He glanced aside and down to a small slot in the window sash. After a moment's hesitation, he hooked his fingers into it and slid open the window.

Rain immediately entered through the opening. Hard drops splattered against Hisoka as pieces of bark and twigs dug into exposed flesh. Wet leaves plastered on his skin. Despite the roar of the rain, Hisoka heard the partition behind slide open, and he turned just as Tsuzuki rushed into the room.

"Hisoka!" Yelled Tsuzuki, pulling an unresisting Hisoka away from the window. He shut it quickly before turning back to his partner. "Are you all right?!" Hisoka remained silent when Tsuzuki began brushing away debris though he protested when Tsuzuki tried to unbutton his shirt.

"What do you think you're doing?!"
"Your clothes are wet. We have to get them off you before you get sick."

Again, Tsuzuki tried to remove Hisoka's shirt only to wince again when Hisoka slapped away his hands again.

"Stay away from me!" Hisoka snarled, and Tsuzuki blinked at him uncertainly while rubbing his injured hands. Hisoka looked like he was blushing.

... Tsuzuki smiled in realization. "You don't have to be embarrassed," he said teasingly. His eyes were warm with amusement. "Sooner or later, we get to see eachother naked. We're partners after all."

Hisoka's cheeks flared red as Tsuzuki continued in a reminiscing tone, "When Tatsumi and me were partners, we once had to go undercover as male strippers for a nightclub." Hisoka's jaw dropped at the thought of Tatsumi as a stripper while Tsuzuki chuckled, saying, "The manager complained that Tatsumi's fees were too high, but he still wanted to hire us again." He then smiled at Hisoka, and said reasonably, "See? Sooner or later, we have to stop being shy with each other." He reached up and tousled Hisoka's hair fondly. "Better now than in a strange situation, ne?"

Hisoka jerked his head away, and slowly, Tsuzuki's hand fell. His expression turned hurt. "... Hisoka," he said softly, "What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong," answered Hisoka, refusing to look at Tsuzuki.

"... Do you want to stop being my partner, Hisoka?"

"No. Of course not." Hisoka said firmly, eyes returning to Tsuzuki's reluctantly. "Don't ask stupid questions," he said testily.

"What's wrong then?" He back away when Tsuzuki moved closer, violet eyes looking at him so intently that he found it hard to breath.

"... Nothing is wrong."
"Liar," Tsuzuki rebuked softly, stepping closer to Hisoka, who now had his back to the wall. He tensed when Tsuzuki's hands flattened on the wall behind, imprisoning him between his arms.

"Tsuzuki-"
"What's wrong, Hisoka?" Tsuzuki interrupted gently. "Tell me what's wrong." Hisoka flinched when Tsuzuki's right hand moved to touch his cheek lightly. His eyes closed as he felt Tsuzuki's concern flow into him. It was such a warm emotion.

"I'm your partner, Hisoka. You can tell me anything." Hisoka's throat dried. How could he tell Tsuzuki about Muraki... How? Hisoka allowed himself to be pulled into Tsuzuki's embrace. As Tsuzuki's arms tightened around him, Hisoka wrapped his arms around his waist.

***

"Here's your hot chocolate, Hisoka!" Tsuzuki proudly set the tray across Hisoka's lap. On it was a mug of steaming hot chocolate with a marshmallow.

Hisoka looked at it warily. Surely, even Tsuzuki couldn't possibly ruin chocolate. Hisoka was in bed and wearing one of Tsuzuki's robes. He had been insistent that Hisoka get out of his drenched clothes.

"Go ahead," said Tsuzuki cheerfully, "It's delicious!" After looking at Tsuzuki's smiling face for several moments, Hisoka gave in and resignedly picked up the mug. He didn't want to hurt Tsuzuki's feelings again by refusing to drink the hot chocolate he had made.

Steeling himself, he took a deep breath, released it then swallowed a little of the chocolate. A second later, his eyes went wide. It was delicious!

Lowering the mug, Hisoka closed his eyes and savored the sweet taste as hot chocolate went down to his stomach and settled warmly in it.

Suddenly, he felt a pressure just as warm on his lips, and his eyes snapped open to see Tsuzuki kissing him. A few moments later, Tsuzuki leaned back and smiled at his startled expression. "You had chocolate on your upper lip," he said.

"... Oh..." Hisoka watched as Tsuzuki drank from his own mug. When he was done, he had a chocolate mustache.

***

Tsuzuki found himself flat on his back and staring at Hisoka who was straddling him. Before he could say anything, Hisoka bend down his head and kissed him firmly.

... Hisoka... His eyes flickered close as the warm pressure increased and Hisoka's hands roamed over his body. Hisoka... His mind was dazed by what was happening. Dimly, he noticed that Hisoka's actions were deliberate and certain. It reminded him of someone else.

Suddenly, Hisoka released him and stood up abruptly. Without a word, he strode to the partition, opened it then left.

***

Muraki... I remind him of Muraki... Hisoka barely reached the door when Tsuzuki caught up to him.

"Hisoka!" Strong hands grabbed his shoulders, and Hisoka looked up to see puzzled violet eyes.

"I'm leaving," Hisoka snapped, and those eyes turned incredulous.

"You can't leave just like that," Tsuzuki retorted. Hisoka winced when his hands tightened on his shoulders. It was more than physical pain. He could feel Tsuzuki's anger, and Hisoka welcomed it gladly.

"Let me go, Tsuzuki," Hisoka said quietly. When Tsuzuki didn't move, he raised his hand, grabbed Tsuzuki's wrist and pulled it. He yelled when Tsuzuki suddenly bend and lifted him up bodily into his arms.

... "Let me down!" Hisoka struggled to get away as Tsuzuki turned and went back to his room, ignoring Hisoka's protests and curses.

No! This can't be- Hisoka gasped in surprised pain when Tsuzuki dumped him unceremoniously on his bed. He had landed awkwardly on his side and barely had time to recover when Tsuzuki bend down and tore open his robe.

Green and violet clashed, and Tsuzuki ducked before Hisoka's fist could connect with his nose. He retaliated by pulling away his robe, spilling Hisoka naked on the tatami floor.

... "You idiot!" Hisoka scrambled to his feet and charged Tsuzuki, who caught him easily. He allowed flailing fists and feet to connect as he forced Hisoka to lay flat on the futon.

... "You wouldn't dare!" Panicking, Hisoka futilely tried to push Tsuzuki off him. He froze when Tsuzuki's hands framed his face and his mouth kissed him tenderly.

"It will be all right, Hisoka."

"... Tsuzuki."

***

Tilon watched as the windows in apartment across the street from him darkened. He was pleased. I was right, he thought with pride. He turned to leave then paused for there was someone else on the sidewalk and watching Tsuzuki's apartment.

It was a man dressed all in white, and his expression seemed angry and yet at the same time pleased. Tilon's insides turned cold when the stranger turned towards him.

"You're the boy's guardian, aren't you not?" He asked with a smile.

Tilon nodded hesitantly. "You could say that," he managed to say levelly.

"Ah. Good." Tilon backed away when a knife appeared in the man's hand.

"You can be my guinea pig in the meantime."

***

Elsewhere, Enma-DaiOu watched as the scrolls dancing on his desk suddenly stilled and fell down lifelessly. "... I'm sorry," he whispered.

Fin.

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