by Rina K. Fenderson
4. First Signs
"Wow, this place is nice," Tsuzuki commented, his violet eyes roving over the expensively furnished hotel room. He smiled and tilted his head in his lover�s direction, where he was pulling a tee shirt out of his suitcase, which Tsuzuki had packed without him knowing. "Tatsumi-san really went all out for you, love."
"I noticed," Hisoka replied, pulling the shirt over his head, then straightening it at his waist over his boxer shorts. "Did you plan all this?" Tsuzuki smiled, sitting back on the bed, then falling back kicking off his shoes. "Everything but that adorable little scare you had." "Oh, hush," Hisoka hissed, looking away in embarrassment. He still felt absolutely horrible for ruining the celebration even if it was only for a few minutes. A small smile touched his lips as he thought about his new recognition of his friends and family-like co-workers. He was still getting used to that idea. *For now,* he thought, his gaze moving back to Tsuzuki who was stretching out languidly on the bed. *I would like to concentrate on my new recognition of my lover.* "Man, I�m tired. That party took a lot out of me," Tsuzuki muttered with a yawn, his one hand absently tugging at his neck tie, then once succeeding in loosening it, he pulled it over his head and tossed it off the side of the bed. Hisoka raised his eyebrow, smiling. "You? Tired? Whatever happened to that comment earlier? What was it?" Tsuzuki rolled his amethyst eyes as Hisoka pretended to be thinking deeply, right hand splayed over his forehead, mocking Tatsumi�s habit when he was thinking, and the left at his hip in an undeniably Hisoka gesture. "�Nothing can bring me down tonight, you and I are partying all night!� Am I correct?" "Yes, but now it�s day." "Cute," Hisoka smiled. "But you haven�t let me thank you for all you�ve done." "You thanked me at the party. Besides you don�t need to thank me, Hisoka, I wanted to do it," Tsuzuki replied innocently, hand over his eyes so he was unaware of Hisoka crawling up over him. Suddenly he felt the boy�s warmth, as his mouth laid upon his neck, nipping it playfully. "Oh...that kind of thank you." Hisoka grazed his teeth over Tsuzuki�s neck, his tongue dipping down into the hollow at the base of his neck and his hands flitting over his lean muscled chest, having already unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. "You still tired?" "Not for this," he replied, running his own hands down Hisoka�s sides to his legs which were straddling his waist. He pulled Hisoka�s hip forward grinding their bodies together and heightening both their arousal. Hisoka sucked in a breath and captured Tsuzuki�s mouth with passionate force, while Tsuzuki helped him wriggle out of his boxer short and shirt; Tsuzuki slipped over his own shirt and while they pulled each other close with heated kisses and pressing movements he started to pull out of his pants. *CRASH* Hisoka jumped, pulling from Tsuzuki quickly although he still straddled him looking to where the sound had come from. Tsuzuki propped himself up on his elbows, still panting, but very curious and cautious as to what it was. Their eyes fell on the window of the first floor hotel room where, in the lower right corner, a large and intricate spider web of cracks spread from one point where a large rock or a fist had hit. Blinking Tsuzuki looked up at Hisoka in curiosity, he was sure the boy had closed the curtains, but now one side --the side where the break in the window lay-- was pulled back letting anyone crossing through the alley between building see them. "Ugn," Hisoka cried out, pitching forward, but holding himself up with either hand beside Tsuzuki�s shoulders. Tsuzuki looked at his lover, who with his movement was touching his forehead. "Hisoka? What is it? Are you okay?" He asked, brushing his fingers over his lover�s forehead pulling the blond strands out of his face. "Hisoka?" The boy cringed again, holding back a cry and touching his hand to his chest, fisting it over his heart in pain. Tsuzuki�s eyes widened as he caught the dull red of the permanent curses on Hisoka�s body pulsing a crimson red, then back to the pale rose. With a slight gasp, Tsuzuki took Hisoka in his arms and pulled the sheet over them. His amethyst eyes stared out at the window, but he saw no movement. Still his heart slipped into a faster beat, his violet eyes closing and his face burying in Hisoka�s blond hair as the boy began to calm, the adversaries presence gone. Tsuzuki wanted to cry, wanted to never let Hisoka go from the embrace he held him in at that moment, for he knew... Muraki had chose his next form of revenge.