Log; Complete

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When; September 13th [Evening]
Rating; PG
Characters; Kurosaki Hisoka [empathed] and Tsuzuki Asato [wearedarkness]
Summary; After consuming the 'bad chocolate' Hisoka's desires are running wild and he decides to hide in Tsuzuki's closet... Until he is disturbed.
Log;
It had been a tough couple of days. Settling into the City had come much easier than Tsuzuki had anticipated, but there were some things he just hadn't been prepared for, like a brief conversation with Muraki that had not only left him enraged but sick to his stomach. He'd known something was up with Hisoka since he got there; the younger Shinigami was often distant but it hadn't taken Tsuzuki long to figured out it was something slightly different to the normal icy front the boy presented. And thanks to Muraki he now had a vague idea why. And a vague idea was fine for the time being. He didn't want to think about what that psychopath had done. It had left things a little tense when Tsuzuki left for work, but at least he was a little calmer for working the shift. He sighed as he slumped into the apartment, carefully pulling his shoes off before stepping inside and unclasping the bow at his throat.

"...what a day." He breathed to himself shortly. The casino itself was not tiring work as such, but he was emotionally drained and just wanted to sit or lay down for a while. As he was walking into the room he and Hisoka were currently sharing, he unbuttoned the waistcoat he had on, opening the closet to carelessly toss it in there for the time being, not even bothering to check inside properly as he did so. He could afford to be lazy for just a little while, right?

He could sense Tsuzuki's presence long before he heard it, but simply didn't bother to greet him. After all, the point of hiding in a closet was to remain unseen, right? Ever since consuming as much chocolate as he could from the kitchen, Hisoka had been curled up in the back of the closet clutching his katana as if it were some kind of life support system.

Still, Hisoka couldn't help it when the waistcoat hit him right in the face. "Hey!" Reaching up, he grabbed the offending piece of clothing to yank it off the top of his head, flinging it right back out at Tsuzuki. His own voice was hoarse from the strain of not completely going postal.

"Pick up after yourself, idiot! And shut the closet door, I'm sleeping in here tonight."

That was unexpected and Tsuzuki flailed a little as the waistcoat had come flying out at him again. Clearly, the closet had rejected it and was possessed with a spirit with a voice that sounded scarily like Hisoka, especially since it was scolding him. What in the world was happening?! Had someone cursed his closet?! Could it be that--oh no, wait, it was just that Hisoka was hiding inside the thing. That was a relief.

Tsuzuki lofted an eyebrow as he moved back to the closest, peering inside and giving Hisoka a confused look "Hisoka," he began, tilting his head to one side as he couldn't help a smile creep over his face "Why are you in there?"

His grip tightened on the hilt of his katana, knuckles turning white from the effort as he looked up with a fierce glare. "I had chocolate. I want more."

That was the most he would divulge on the situation, reaching up with his free hand, practically shaking as he grabbed the closet door and slammed it shut right in Tsuzuki's face. He would have hidden in his bedroom, but that damn kid was sleeping in there now, so that would have been even more awkward. At least Tsuzuki was an adult and ought to understand his situation a little better.

...Ought to.

Ought to indeed, but this was Tsuzuki and said Shinigami remained where he was for a moment, blinking stupidly with a bewildered look on his face before he stepped forward, lowering himself to his knees and opening the closet door a crack to look inside once more. Honestly, he was unsure as to whether he should laugh or be terrified. He'd never known Hisoka to have such a reaction to chocolate, or even to be that interested in the stuff in the first place.

"You can't stay in the closet, Hisoka," He said with a small grin, unable to hold back that look but somehow keeping back the giggles at the situation for the time being "It's cramped in there and dark, come out!"

The sudden light of the room steaming back into the closet made him hiss in displeasure. "Tsuzuki! It's not funny!"

Having him so close was torture. He just had to concentrate on how annoying Tsuzuki was acting. That was a turn off, right? Bubbly and bright and ditzy and irritating...

Hisoka squeezed his legs together and drew his knees up into a fetal position, hiding his face in the nest he'd created with his arms, trembling now. "I'm warning you... Just shut the door!"

Ahh, if only Tsuzuki wasn't so clueless he may have been able to spare Hisoka a lot of unnecessary distress. However, he was not and there in lay many of his problems. Shaking his head, Tsuzuki pushed the closet door a little further open and shifted his weight onto his other knee to bring himself a bit further forward.

"You didn't have any chocolate liqueur did you? You... seem to be having a bad reaction to whatever kind you ate. Come on out of there already!"

Tsuzuki's insistent invasion of his personal space was getting to be too much, and it was with a feral growl that Hisoka curled up even more and flattened his back against the wall. Looking up, his eyes were unfocused, almost seeming as terrified as a rabbit cornered by a fox.

Only, Hisoka felt like the fox, and poor Tsuzuki was the rabbit.

He dropped the katana to instead grip at his knees, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood as he choked out, "Idiot! I'm not... I won't be like Muraki. I'm not-- Tsuzuki, knock me out! Knock me out so that I won't wake up until after midnight."

The mention of the "good doctor" made Tsuzuki's expression change dramatically, frowning down at his partner as against his better judgement he moved a hand toward Hisoka, intending to rest it upon the boy's face but then pausing a few inches away from making actual contact.

"Knock you out? Hisoka, what are you talking about? Why after midnight?" He tilted his head to one side, looking utterly confused"...I don't understand any of this."

Hunching his shoulders, Hisoka tried to shy away from the touch, only to freeze when Tsuzuki's hand stopped just near. Just near enough to drive him crazy.

A smoky glaze settled over his peridot eyes as he looked back up, his own emotions still turbulent as he tried to fight it. He knew he didn't want this. He knew he wasn't ready for anything so intimate... And he knew that even if he was, he would never assault someone like Muraki did! He wasn't vile. He wasn't disgusting.

...He wanted to believe that.

"...Tsuzuki...?" he whimpered, a pitiful tone in his voice as he reached up to press his own hand against Tsuzuki's larger one, palms flattening. He was shaking, and his skin was flushed, and he felt like he just might die. No, even true death would be better than this.

With a shudder, he curled his fingers to grip the older shinigami's hand tightly, eyes sliding shut as he continued to try and reign in the filthy desires. "Think about anything but this. Think about it as hard as you can."

Tsuzuki stared down at Hisoka for a long second, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Though his own craving for chocolate wasn't a state of unbearable obsession, he did know something had been floating around the citizens of the City lately. It must have been effecting Hisoka badly. Yes, it had taken him this long to figure it out.

Smiling faintly, he closed his own fingers around Hisoka's in return, shifting his lower body to a more comfortable kind of slumped sit on the floor in front of the closest "Anything else at all, huh? Alright, I'll do my best for you."

And true to his word, he closed his eyes and thought hard, about the day at work because it was actually the first thing that came to mind to concentrate on. He could take Hisoka through the day - it was fairly uneventful but with enough content at the same time to pull him away from whatever thoughts he was having. An early start, a quick shower, dressing appropriately for work at the casino, the walk there and what he passed on the way, streets, shops, people, trees, the weather and sky, the place itself, the hands dealt, and players he met, as many little details as he could think of. He'd wanted so badly to do something to help Hisoka before and now he was asking something of him he wanted to give it his all. Aside from that, he'd promised to come back for Hisoka, he was Tsuzuki's reason and as such he could never deny the boy a thing.

The rush of thoughts and feelings not his own seemed to soothe him, making his breaths slower and smoother. With a sigh, Hisoka relaxed and let his mind focus on Tsuzuki's surface memories. It was amusing how Tsuzuki paid attention to every little detail...though the boy had to raise an eyebrow at some of the customers he'd gotten.

Most seemed pleasant enough, though they were just throwing their money away when it came to gambling. A few rude customers that didn't like losing made Hisoka furrow his brow a bit, but either way it was all a distraction, and a welcome one.

His own desires couldn't be ignored, but they could be kept under control, and this made it that much easier. With a sigh, he squeezed Tsuzuki's hand and shifted so that he could lean against his partner's side, the increased physical contact only making his empathy stronger. "What else?"

As Hisoka moved a little closer to Tsuzuki, he smiled softly, glad himself for the contact as he carefully, cautiously, moved his free arm about the smaller Shinigami's shoulders, pulling him a little closer to him as he made a thoughtful noise "What else...? Let me see."

Closing his eyes once more, Tsuzuki continued to think through his day at work, changing tables and games he was dealing for part-way through, a slight scuffle between a couple of customers that he'd been able to amazingly break up with surprising ease - a few either well chosen or luckily found words and a flash of his most charming smile and a possibly huge problem was avoided. And a slow point in the day, picking idly at a bit of felt coming away from one of the worse-for-wear tables, brushing out creases in his shirt and waistcoat, practicing flourishes and various card tricks and then he paused, blinking his amethyst eyes open as he peered down at Hisoka "...isn't this boring for you?"

He had to give Tsuzuki credit for being good at his job... Hisoka was glad that he had suggested it to the older man. "...Mm? No. Well... Maybe a little."

With a sigh, he tensed at having the subject matter return to the problem at hand. It was making his concentration falter, and once again his heartbeat was picking up it's pace. "But I prefer being bored to the alternative."

Maybe Tsuzuki deserved an explanation... Hisoka could feel just how confused he was, and he knew it wasn't fair to ask this of him when he didn't even know what was going on.

With flushed cheeks, he ducked his head to avoid eye contact as he muttered out, "The chocolates...they affected my hormonal balance. I'm..." He trailed off, too humiliated to explain further.

Tsuzuki looked a little confused for a moment or two. He couldn't really recall much in the way of hormones at Hisoka's physical age. If he was ever brave enough to be honest, he didn't try to recall much at all of his life prior to becoming a Shinigami.

"You're what?" His question was honestly concerned and without any ill intent in the slightest. The very idea that Tsuzuki could willingly have bad intention was almost an insane concept after all. He kept his arm about Hisoka's back area as he smiled faintly at him and rested his hand against the boy's shoulder. He was trying somehow to reassure him that whatever was going on he'd be there and was trying to be supportive... even without knowing what was going on.

The urge to assault Tsuzuki was equalled by the desire to shove him aside and go look for more chocolate... Both of the feelings were completely new and irritating. Tsuzuki was making it even more difficult. Was he really so dense?!

With the contact, Tsuzuki's confusion felt like his own, and he shook his head with a groan before shifting and pushing up onto his knees so that he was level with the other, slipping both arms around him and leaning in to nuzzle the crook of his neck. "Idiot... You're supposed to be thinking about other things. That or knock me out..."

Maybe thinking about other things for the rest of the night was too much. "Knock me out," he repeated, voice husky as he practically clung to the other shinigami by this point. He hated to admit that he wasn't strong enough to ignore it. Why couldn't he be strong...?!

Perhaps what Hisoka was trying to get across was finally sinking in as he Tsuzuki's head tilted to one side while he felt the arms move around him and the light contact at the crook of his neck. He actually felt a bit of a blush rise in his cheeks before he cleared his throat again, looking upward slightly. He wasn't bothered by the closeness, not given all they'd gone through in the past, but in the past in had been generally been a closeness given to comfort. They really had undergone some crazy, emotionally draining things, hadn't they? Even with that in mind, there was a lot that they had never discussed in detail, and perhaps the closeness they shared was one of those things.

"I'm not going to knock you out, Hisoka. I can't do that." He muttered, looking off to the side slightly "I'll er... Try and think of things to distract us--you. Distract you." Coughing a little nervously at his vocal slip-up he honestly did try to concentrate on something but he really was finding it difficult to get back on a trail of thought like before again. As he lay a hand on the back of Hisoka's head he tried to think back on the day at the Casino but... What had he done again? What details were around him? Suddenly, all he could remember was coming back again.

It wasn't working. Tsuzuki's thoughts were too disjointed, never focusing on anything long enough, except for his return home, finding Hisoka in the closet...

"Damnit!"

Both hands darted to grip Tsuzuki's shoulders as if to shove him away, only for Hisoka to be consumed at the last second, mashing their lips together in a frenzied kiss. He didn't even know what he was doing... Other than Tsubaki and...and Muraki of all people, he'd never experienced a true kiss. How did people even go about it?

But he wasn't just interested in kissing. His entire body was flush against Tsuzuki's as he all but moaned against the older shinigami's mouth. "Please please... Don't let me. Knock me out..." He couldn't control himself, and his pride and honor were both at stake here.

Tsuzuki had been about ready to move back just as reaction to Hisoka's hands moved so suddenly to his shoulders - he'd undergone that kind of reaction before and thought he knew it pretty well by now, however the sudden change of nature at the last second threw him for a loop, to say the least.

Everything seemed to stop for Tsuzuki, his eyes going wide and his cheeks flushed as he felt Hisoka's lips against his own. His mouth fell open in a kind of stunned shock, his lower-lip quivering as though he wanted to say something but having his partner's mouth so close to his own, whispering and moaning. What should he do? Hisoka rarely asked him for anything, but he really didn't want to hurt him. He closed his eyes tightly for a second or two as he tried desperately to work out what he should do, battling with what Hisoka was doing physically, what he was saying and what Tsuzuki himself felt and wanted. It was so hard to sort the thoughts out, but something struck him and he couldn't ignore it - if Hisoka was under the influence of a curse none of this was fair, on either of them.

Opening his amethyst eyes again, Tsuzuki fixed Hisoka with a look before moving his hands to the boy's shoulders, pulling him back before exhaling deeply "...I'm not going to knock you out,"he said again, in a quiet but firm voice, shifting himself to pull Hisoka into his arms, standing up with him then carefully. The only thing he could think of in that moment was to bundle Hisoka into a cold shower instead. He'd most likely be pissed at Tsuzuki for doing that, but the older Shinigami was sure he would much rather feel the wrath as a result of that then possibly lose Hisoka's friendship by letting him continue in the way he was after begging him to stop him effectively.

It was a cursed combination of shock and relief when he realized that Tsuzuki wasn't feeling disgusted...at least not by Hisoka. The only thing Hisoka could pick up was something...solid. Tsuzuki had decided on something. What was it?

Part of him was terrified that Tsuzuki might just let him get away with this, and he panicked when he felt himself picked up. The panic momentarily overrode the lust, and his nails dug into Tsuzuki's shoulders as he fought with himself on whether he wanted to shove at him or pull him even closer.

"Put me down! What are you doing?!"

"Ouchouchouch,"he rambled as he shuffled out the room and into the corridor with Hisoka, certainly feeling those nails digging into his shoulders, but he would definitely survive that mild discomfort. He kept a good, strong hold on Hisoka as he walked quickly, pushing the bathroom door open with his foot before slipping in and pushing it closed behind him with his back.

Lowering his eyes to the boy in his arms then, he gave him a very apologetic look before bowing his head and closing his eyes with a little whimper "I'm sorry, Hisoka! Please don't hate me for this!"And that said, he carefully but quickly dumped his partner in the shower, clothes and all and turned on a cold spray, honestly not minding at all that he got a good burst of the water over his head and upper body himself in the process. It was actually quite welcome considering how flustered he'd gotten.

He flopped himself back then, sitting on the floor by the shower with damp dripping off his hair and skin as he smiled that kind and sorry little smile he had "...I couldn't think what else to do, but this should help. Please try and bear it if you can because I really don't want to knock you out.”

It was just before he was shoved into the shower when Hisoka realized just what Tsuzuki's intentions were, the images in Tsuzuki's as clear as day. He yelled even before the water hit him, but was quick to quiet down once the freezing temperature soaked through his clothes and hair.

With a shiver, Hisoka curled back against the wall and hugged himself. Freezing. Not enough to completely shut down his arousal, but enough to no longer make it his priority. Really, his priority was to get the hell out of the cold water, but with his partner blocking his way, he doubted that was an option.

Mouth clamped tightly shut, he stared through the stream of water at Tsuzuki's damp self, a strange mix of emotions surging inside of him. Fear that he had completely ruined any semblance of friendship he shared with Tsuzuki... Concern that he had forever damaged his own dignity, at least what was left of it after Muraki's assault. But above all he was grateful... In the end, his partner had proven just how trustworthy he was.

And then exhaustion settled in. He had been curled up in that closet all day since consuming that chocolate, doing his best to deny himself the cravings that were rampant within. All day he had hid and tried to fight it himself... And he was tired. Only a few minutes had passed before Hisoka's eyes fluttered shut and he slumped to the side, arms remaining crossed over his chest in a subconscious form of protection.

On the plus, Hisoka hadn't shouted at Tsuzuki for doing what he did, or scolded him, or glared at him. That was certainly a good thing in Tsuzuki's eyes as he sighed and relaxed a little where he sat. Really, things could have been a lot worse. Tsuzuki could have given into temptation from having Hisoka so close and in that strange kind of unwanted willingness - that was one hell of a oxymoron if he'd ever seen one in action. He could have, certainly, but he knew he would have hated himself for a whole new reason to usual. He would have taken advantage of the situation, and worst of all Hisoka himself. Just the thought of the aftermath or something like that made him feel so horrible that he was infinitely glad things hadn't gone that way.

Tsuzuki rested his cheek against the palm of one of his hands then as he watched the soaked form of his partner, a little smile touching his lips as he saw him falling asleep where he sat under the icy jet.

"Heh, you're still cute when you're sleeping." Tsuzuki mused aloud, shaking his head then as he pushed himself to a stand and turned off the water. The shower had served the purpose needed, there was not point at all of giving the boy a cold. Slipping away, Tsuzuki got himself a large towel and leant into the shower to wrap it about his soaked partner, once more drawing him into his arms. This time however, there was less urgent need and he put a lot more care into lifting Hisoka, this time trying not to disturb his rest. Poor kid... Things had been pretty rough on him lately. The fact Muraki had done something horrible to him again when Tsuzuki had not been there to prevent it still haunted him, but he quickly shook that thought aside as he padded quietly back toward the bedroom. He couldn't let Hisoka sleep in the shower when he had a perfectly good bed.