Kokoro Kimi No Tamashi Yo
by Rina K. Fenderson
Epilogue. Sun Shafts
**Softly kissing you as you lie sleeping
Breathing gently with you in your slumber
Your face is the picture of contentment
My angel's dreaming my angel's dreaming
Slowly opening your wondrous eyes on me
Shining green and glorious in the morning sun
This moment what could be more precious?
May it live forever may it live forever
I'm so happy with you** ~Lamb �Softly�
A chiseled body, speckled with the sunlight flickering
through blinds, stretched; muscles
lengthened then contracted, as lean arms raised up
over a disarrayed mop of dark chestnut
hair. Tsuzuki moaned at the groggy ache in his muscles
and yawned loudly, before he
realized that was the first time since Hisoka was
first attacked that he had slept well
without rising at least twice from nightmares. Smiling
at the thought, Tsuzuki slid his arm
down from above his head to wrap it around the reason
he was so calmed, but his skin
only brushed over the cotton sheets and empty air,
making him blink his eyes open in
confusion, then alarm once he saw is lover was gone.
�Hisoka?!� Tsuzuki called sitting up in the bed and
looking around his apartment.
�I�m in the kitchen.� His breathed sigh of relief
traveled through his body violently,
making him double over slightly, with his face burying
in his hands. Hisoka was all right,
awake, and moving, and...in the kitchen?
Tsuzuki forced his body to wake up as he clamored off
the bed and snatched up a spare
tee shirt lying half out of one of his drawers. He
didn�t bother to put on pants, figuring
after making love to someone boxers were enough cover.
Rubbing his still sleepy
amethyst eyes, Tsuzuki made his way into the small
partitioned kitchen connected to his
living room. �What are you doing?�
Hisoka glanced up from the stove, the handle of a
boiling pot in one hand, and a stirring
spoon in the other. It was then that Tsuzuki�s senses
finally picked up the delicious smell
permeating from the room. �What does it look like I�m
doing? I�m making breakfast. It�s
silly for the division to have to keep paying for
catering me when I can make it myself.�
�I don�t see why they didn�t just let me do it,�
Tsuzuki muttered, letting his eyes adjust to
the brightness of the kitchen.
�Because your food would have killed me.�
�Hey!�
Hisoka smiled, tilting his head as he looked over his
shoulder at Tsuzuki. �Besides you
wouldn�t have left my side long enough to make a
meal.�
Tsuzuki returned the light smile, not feeling the need
to respond to Hisoka�s comment as
they both knew it was true. Instead he took in the
sight of his lover, hair still damp from a
shower, lithe body clad in a thin blue yukata that
compliment his bright green eyes
beautifully, skin flawless...all scars gone. The elder
male moved over to his partner,
wrapping his arms around his slim waist from behind
and snuggling his chin and cheek
into the crook of the boy�s neck.
Hisoka hummed at the contact, leaning back slightly
and shifting his head to touch his
lips to Tsuzuki�s brow. �Good morning, love.�
Tsuzuki let his eyes drift shut, exploring this
curiously natural feeling of waking up with
Hisoka here, in his arms, in his heart. He never
wanted to be without this. �You moving
in.�
The blond chuckled at the demand, not expecting it to
be as stern as it was, but not caring,
as he wasn�t about to argue. �All right...but are you
sure? My apartment is a little
bigger...�
Tsuzuki tightened his hold around Hisoka�s waist, his
lips gliding up the young man�s
neck. The violet-eye male could feel the vibration of
his boy�s hum over his tongue, and
nipped unconsciously. �Tsuzuki...� Smiling against
Hisoka�s skin, Tsuzuki recoiled and
spun him around. The pots clattered together, but
nothing spilled as Hisoka had released
them in his concentration on Tsuzuki.
Within the next moment, Hisoka was lifted up and
placed on the counter, Tsuzuki�s
hands sliding up and separating his legs. Hisoka
couldn�t stop the long moan that rumbled
past his lips as Tsuzuki traced open-mouth kisses down
his chest, parting the fabric of his
yukata as he went. His fingers were clutching at
Tsuzuki�s shirt, his head lolled back and
pressing against the wall between cabinets.
�Oh...Tsuzuki...I...�
�I know I shouldn�t be doing this,� Tsuzuki whispered,
his hands caressing the blonde�s
inner thighs, tempted to flit over Hisoka�s growing
erection. �But I can�t help it, I feel
you within me all the time and I just...I want to be
connected...I think you giving me your
soul might have been more of a curse on your behalf,
love, I can�t get enough of you.�
�Wha...What did you say?�
Tsuzuki didn�t stop his ministrations down Hisoka�s
chest, even as the young man looked
up at the ceiling in confusion. �I want you so bad...I
can�t get enough of your warmth.�
�No,� Hisoka muttered, shifting slightly to distract
Tsuzuki from his one-track mind.
Amethyst rose up to meet emerald, which was narrowed
in puzzlement. �What did you
mean about me giving you my soul?�
�You don�t know?� Tsuzuki asked, then smiled. �I would
have thought you�d sense it.�
�Eh?�
Tsuzuki began kissing Hisoka again, latching on to a
nipple briefly; long enough to
produce a buck and a moan from the boy. �When we made
love you said I could have
everything. �Mind, body, heart, and soul�. Upon saying
that, you acted upon it. You gave
me those things, took the claim Muraki has placed on
you and threw it out the window by
placing your soul in me as a neutral force.�
Hisoka leaned forward, and clasped his hands on either
side of Tsuzuki�s head to stop his
suckling and nipping mouth from breaking up his words.
�I gave you my soul? Took it
away from Muraki and gave it to you?�
�That�s why he was so pissed. That�s why our mental
connection never broke and I heard
you screaming from JuOhChou,� Tsuzuki whispered, his
mouth rosed up as he brushed
up against Hisoka�s body and clasped the boy�s own
pink lips. Hisoka let off a half sigh
as he wrapped his arms around Tsuzuki�s neck. *�That�s
why I can speak through your
mind.�*
Their bodies pressed together at Tsuzuki�s mental
words and Hisoka cried out, throwing
his head back. Tsuzuki chuckled aloud, but spoke
mentally. *�Feels good doesn�t it? To
feel every fiber of the other�s being.�*
*�I love you,�* Hisoka whimpered through their minds
and curled his body desperately
around Tsuzuki�s, his legs wrapping around the
shinigami�s waist. *�I love you, I love
you. Oh, I love you.�*
*�I love you, too,�* Tsuzuki whispered, clutching the
boy to him and melding their lips
together, pausing only for breath.
*�Everything...every moment...every last breath, last
day of the world, I don�t care, I want
to be with you. Tsuzuki...�*
Breaking their passionate kiss, Tsuzuki leaned his
forehead against Hisoka, silk strands of
honey blond and chestnut mixing like highlights. He
waited until emerald gems fluttered
open, before he spoke, his smile already in place,
unable to remove it if he tried. �What�s
stopping you?�
Hisoka�s mouth curved upward and he shifted his arms
more snugly around Tsuzuki�s
neck. �Absolutely nothing.�
*Owari*