by Rina K. Fenderson
10. Control
Tsuzuki’s eyes fluttered opened, when he heard his bedroom door open, close, then lock. The noise was something he wasn’t too fond of anymore, but when he saw his young angel looking at him with his magnificent green eyes, he relaxed noticeably and leaned his head back into the pillow. "Hisoka," he muttered groggily. "Good morning."
"Good afternoon," Hisoka corrected, his back still leaning hesitantly against the door, his fingers gripping the knob behind him. Tsuzuki’s mouth quirked slightly, the closest anyone could get to his usual bright smile. "I slept in." "You weren’t sleeping," Hisoka countered, knowing Tsuzuki refused to unless Hisoka was there. Tsuzuki turned his face away looking out at the afternoon sun as it descended in the blue sky. "The others are concerned about you," Hisoka claimed, pushing himself away from the door and walking slowly to Tsuzuki’s bedside. He slipped off his denim jacket while he walked, a simple black shirt underneath; long-sleeves to hide the marks of Muraki’s curse. "I’m concerned about you." "Hmmm," Tsuzuki’s reply was inaudible. His eyes were closed again and he looked to be falling asleep. Hisoka sighed, debating on whether to let him sleep or not. He knew that Tsuzuki hadn’t been sleeping much, Watari and Tatsumi both have told him that he hasn’t been sleeping in their presence, he merely drifts then snaps his eyes open at the slightest sound. Hisoka clenched his jaw. He couldn’t let this go on. Tsuzuki groaned when the bed shook, then shuddered and almost jumped off the bed when he felt a slender arm drape over his stomach and warm breath cascade over his neck. He balked back, trying to scoot up the bed, when he saw deep green eyes staring up at him. His own eyes went wide. "H-hisoka?" "Tsuzuki, I don’t know exactly what you went through, but I want to help you," Hisoka was saying as Tsuzuki watched with shock and excitement when the young man shifted over him straddling his waist. "Hisoka!" "Shhh, Tsuzuki," Hisoka countered, pressing his fingers against Tsuzuki’s lips, then leaning in, pressing his own lips to Tsuzuki’s in a chaste kiss. "Let me help...put the shattered pieces back together." "Hisoka...," Tsuzuki whispered, twining his fingers in Hisoka’s blond hair. "Why are you doing this?" "You have lost control, Tatsumi said, you have been shattered...lost power," Hisoka paused looking down at his straddling body, before he gripped the hem of his own shirt and pulled it up over his head to reveal the pale red markings of Muraki’s curse. "This is Muraki." He touched one hand to the writing on his other arm. "Take your control back, through me." Tsuzuki’s violet eyes widened, shimmering slightly. He started still when Hisoka leaned in taking his mouth again, his hand unbuttoning Tsuzuki’s own shirt. The older man was frozen in shock and moved. "Hisoka..." "Take me, Tsuzuki," Hisoka whispered, against his neck, nipping his skin as his hand slid down his stomach. "Take me, to take back you power." "No." Hisoka blinked in surprise, especially when Tsuzuki’s hands clasped roughly around his upper arms and pushed him up to arms length and into an upright position. "Nani?" "No, Hisoka. I won’t let it be like that," Tsuzuki replied, letting go of Hisoka’s arms and having them fall limp on the bed. "I’m not going to take you as if you are some object. I care for you, Hisoka...as a partner and as much more..." Hisoka stared at him in shock, his green eyes wide and his head slightly tilted as he listened. Tsuzuki went on, propping himself up with his elbows. "I never told you that, because I didn’t want to scare you, but I never expected you to give yourself to me and to have it be so impersonal..." "It’s not!" Hisoka interjected, his green eyes lowered then cast back up to Tsuzuki’s. He wet his lips. "It’s not, Tsuzuki. I just thought...you needed to get control back. It’s not impersonal, because I...I was concerned for you...I was doing this for you." Tsuzuki lifted one hand to Hisoka’s face, touching his jaw, running his fingers across his cheek, and into the tendrils of silky blond that fell into his eyes. "Hisoka...thank you, but I don’t need to regain control. Not if I have you. If I have you I have something much better than power or control...I have something to live for..." "Then take me--" "Hisoka..." "Take me, Tsuzuki, and then we will both have something to live for." Hisoka caught Tsuzuki’s hand, pressing his lips to his palm. He felt the hand begin to tremble and looked fearfully down at Tsuzuki. Curious emerald met shimmering amethyst. "Hisoka...," Tsuzuki whispered, then vaulted forward taking Hisoka’s mouth and making the younger male shuddered as he slipped his tongue within his mouth, playing it against his own. He groaned unconsciously, making Tsuzuki smile against his mouth and pull him down on top of him. Remembering his original plan, even as Tsuzuki fumbled with his jeans, Hisoka rolled, taking Tsuzuki with him, until the dark haired male was on top of him. Tsuzuki started down at Hisoka, understanding his plan and somewhat disapproving. "Hisoka, I told you, you don’t have to--" Hisoka took his mouth, nipping his bottom lips gently when he released. "Hush, Tsuzuki. I want it this way." "You sure?" Hisoka gave a hint of a smile and shifted so he could kick off his pant and nudge them off the bed. "Positive." With that Tsuzuki buried his face against Hisoka’s neck, sending searing kisses all over his neck and collar bone, playing with his jumping muscles and tight nipples. Hisoka writhed under Tsuzuki’s touch, hardened by the pleasure and awed by the raw emotion he could feel through his partner. "Tsuzuki," he whispered, his throat tight. "I-I never knew...it...it could feel this good." Tsuzuki chuckled, the vibration against Hisoka’s bare stomach making him buck slightly. "I can show you so much more, Hisoka." Hisoka’s head pressed back against the pillows and a loud moan escaped from his lips as Tsuzuki’s mouth, hot and teasing, working on his hard erection. "Tsuzuki!" The older man’s hands trailed over his slim form, teasing his sweating skin, tickling sensitive areas until Hisoka felt he could take it no longer. He let off a throaty yell and felt his fire hit a barrier then suddenly release, leaving him panting breathlessly and vaguely aware that Tsuzuki was licking the final remnants of his semen off his body. His mouth was against his neck soon after, knowing Hisoka was to stunned to capture his mouth suitably. "You taste sweet," he whispered with a humming laugh in Hisoka’s ear, then sucked on his earlobe before questioning. "Do you want to go further?" Hisoka could feel Tsuzuki’s erection against his thigh, there was no way he was going to make Tsuzuki suffer with that and he doubted he could perform the same treatment Tsuzuki did on him half as well. So he nodded, part of him wanting nothing more than to be one with Tsuzuki and another part fearful. Tsuzuki seemed to sense this, for he kissed Hisoka’s eyelids reassuringly. "I’ll be fine, you know, if we stop here. I understand if you are scared. It will hurt." "I don’t care. I want you," Hisoka whispered forcefully, staring Tsuzuki in the eyes, then he slid out from under Tsuzuki suddenly, hobbling on unsteady legs into Tsuzuki’s bathroom. Tsuzuki watched him with confusion and admiration of his beautiful slim body as it walked back to the bed, crawling up onto the bed and pushing Tsuzuki down looming over him. "Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked, then took in a sharp breath as the boy’s hand stroked his hard erection. He felt the slickness there and dazedly noticed the tube in his hands. Tsuzuki smiled, leaning back against the bed. *He had got lubricant from the bathroom...smart boy.* That was the last of Tsuzuki’s coherent thoughts, for his body was reacting quite quickly to Hisoka’s maddeningly gentle hands as they coated him with lubricant. "Hisoka...wait..." Without any warning. Tsuzuki wrapped his arms around his small partner and threw him back against the bed ravaging his mouth with his own. Hisoka made a whining sound, then tossed the tube aside and intertwined his fingers in Tsuzuki’s hair. He spread his legs willingly, but whimpered as Tsuzuki slipped a finger into him. "Relax," Tsuzuki whispered, kissing his lips softly. "It’s me." Hisoka closed his eyes and leaned back, his fingers gripping Tsuzuki’s shoulders. "Tsuzuki..." "Aa?" Hisoka shuddered as another finger slid in, his mouth parted at the unexpected pleasure that his partner’s fingers promoted. "Tsuzuki, please." Tsuzuki’s reply was inaudibly, his mouth against Hisoka’s throat. Then he pressed himself into the young man. Hisoka shuddered as pain tore through him. "Relax, I don’t want to hurt you." "You won’t, just don’t stop," Hisoka whispered, helping Tsuzuki bury deeper into him with a gentle thrust of his hips. He cringed at the pain, then Tsuzuki slid in more easily, sheathed within him completely. Hisoka moaned slightly, savoring his warmth and his wholeness. "Tsuzuki." "Hmmm," Tsuzuki replied, apparently enjoying the feeling even more. He thrusted against Hisoka slowly, edging himself on, but making sure not to hurt his lover. "Aishiteru, Hisoka." Hisoka’s eyes flickered open in surprise. "Ne, Tsuzuki...no one has ever said that to me before." Tsuzuki’s expression softened as he looked into Hisoka’s emerald eyes, the boy began to blush, then smile as Tsuzuki brushed his fingers through his blond hair, kissing his lips. "Aishiteru." Tsuzuki's warm mouthed trailed over his neck. "Aishiteru." Down to the hollow of his throat and over his chest. "Aishiteru, aishiteru, aishiteru." Hisoka was trembling now, holding Tsuzuki desperately, not even cringing when Tsuzuki pushed in further. It didn’t even hurt anymore. "Mmmou," Hisoka groaned, urging Tsuzuki on with a motion rhythmic to Tsuzuki’s own thrusts. "Mmmou aishiteru...Tsuzuki." Tsuzuki paused looking down at Hisoka in shock. "Nani?" Hisoka smiled softly, touching his fingers to Tsuzuki’s brow. "Mou aishiteru, aisuru." Slowly, Tsuzuki smiled as well, taking Hisoka’s mouth against his and working both of them on with his thrusts. Their pace grew rapid and the breath ragged as they burned to their climax, Tsuzuki now held Hisoka again working him on in time with his thrust, bringing him along with him. They hit their zenith together, panting with moans of pleasure as Tsuzuki collapsed on top of Hisoka, wrapping himself within his small frame. "Mmm, ‘isoka," Tsuzuki muttered, his voice muffled from it position against Hisoka’s chest. "Aa?" "Thank you." Hisoka stroked his dark hair. "Why?" "I’ve never felt it like that before. Maybe it’s your telepathic traits." His eyes raised to meet Hisoka’s meekly. Hisoka smiled at him and shook his head. "No, Tsuzuki, I think that’s what happens when it’s love...I supposed." "Mmm," Tsuzuki answered then buried his face in Hisoka’s blond hair. "I still only want it to be with you. Always you. I love you.""Likewise, aisuru," Hisoka whispered, tangling himself into Tsuzuki’s embrace and settling himself for a nice relaxing rest. One that they both deserved.