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2:59am: Retribution and affection. (continuation to Late nights and spies) R

Tatsumi scanned his ledger with some annoyance. The new recruit was causing problems again. Every single instruction he had given had been blatantly questioned. In a way it was a blessing. They were now ahead of schedule and would finish the season a day earlier. He was also aware that Watari was not around.

 

003 fluttered nearby somewhat lost without a cascade of wheat gold hair to preen. Instead she nestled as close to Tatsumi as she could, constantly moving away his stiff collar to feel more of his warmth. It had been an exceptionally cold day in Meifu.

 

Another figure seemed to write itself upside down and Tatsumi swore under his breath. His shadows stirred sensing a watcher but they did not alert their master.

 

Watari sighed softly his desires lost to the merciless wind. He remembered the warm couch he had slept on the day before and the warm bed that they had shared two nights before. Warmth was on his mind. He shivered even more as the wind blew harder. He should have stayed the night with his host but earth was not a nice place to be during the winter months so he had begin a long, grueling trek back to the shrine He had to teleport back to Meifu. He counted his blessings as accounting season would soon be over.

 

He smiled at the bleakness of the night. Days in Meifu were much like this sometimes, no matter how many reports there were to write or cases to handle there was always a sense of hopelessness to the denizens of Meifu. During the last week Watari hardly saw Tatsumi unless it is off-peak hours.

 

They have solved many cases together. There are times where both can never forget, sometimes one memory is more important to Watari than it is to Tatsumi. The most precious is when Tatsumi is gentle with him, That memory surfaces like a security blanket when Tatsumi is not around. He fondly recalls it to mind…….

 

The case was a long drawn affair and the victim was a little girl. Watari’s already fragile soul has been crushed time and again and built back on fragments. This time it is too much. Holding the broken body of such a young child in his arms is all that he can bear. He screams and howls and curses the gods. Tatsumi has seen this victim countless times in many forms, sometimes it is as a young boy with shiny black curls at other times it has been a girl with wavy locks of burnished copper. Always a precious sight but never has he seen his new-found potential lover and long time friend in such an emotional upset.

 

Gently Tatsumi takes the child from Watari and lays the girl’s body into the moist earth, into her coffin and together, they send her to the lord of Hades to be judged.

 

Like a broken doll, Watari’s hair is lose and falls like a curtain over his body; He sits in a long trained Japanese posture on his haunches. He cannot, and does not want to move. Somehow it feels like he has just lost his best friend in the whole world.

 

From a distance Tatsumi watches knowing that Watari must work his way through it. The grey-black skies are thundering. It will rain soon. Tatsumi can no longer watch this sad sight. A usually exuberant creature reduce to a mass of sorrow is a terrible thing to watch. He kneels next to the blond in the dirt who is crying quietly. The beautiful high cheek bone face is tear-stained. Tatsumi reaches out to hold him and the blond rushes into the embrace. He clutches in agony at Tatsumi’s coat and shirt. There seems to be this pain inside him that won’t go away. He begs Tatsumi to make it stop. He pleads and cries.

 

 The rain has begun, it is merely a drizzle but there is lightning on the horizon. Tatsumi deems that it is not healthy to be out in the rain. It is the first time that Tatsumi has let his barrier drop to care for someone other than Tsuzuki.

 

He cradles the blond close and teleports back to their suite at the Nikko mansion. Watari is shivering and still sobbing. They have to get out of their wet clothes. Tatsumi has no choice he must force the blond into the shower. Tatsumi sits Watari on a wooden chair on the covered balcony of their room which is furnished with heavy wooden dresser, cupboard, tables and chairs. The fireplace and sofa is almost customary to such an old American mansion. It has a warm homely feel to it

 

He goes into the bathroom and sees the huge bath sunken into the floor. He knows for certain it will be easier to get the blond cleaned by soaking compared to a shower. Returning to the room, Tatsumi slowly begins to undress his distraught partner. Watari holds him tightly afraid that he will be left alone. The black slacks and white shirt the blond is wearing are soaked completely, in his effort to remove them from the blonds shivering frame he to gets drenched. Tatsumi does not notice his wet three piece attire; He is intensely focused on getting Watari into the hot water that will soothe him.

 

Watari gladly enters the tub but immediately pales when Tatsumi seems to back away. Watari grips his shirt tightly not allowing him to leave. Tatsumi sighs. He knew this would happen. Slowly he undresses watching the blond carefully all the while. Watari has reclined against the side of the bath. The huge circular tub can accomdate at least four people. Tatsumi’s glasses become fogged and he lays them aside. The water is inviting to him in its warmth.

 

He is not tired today but Watari is. He calls Watari closer. The blond looks at him with his darkened amber eyes meeting sparkling, brilliant sapphire. As flustered and saddened as Watari is, he is still acutely aware of who he is with he does not expect to be allowed within touching distance of the usually stolid secretary, so when Tatsumi calls him he comes warily. He is tired for today. He has broken a very strong soul bond all by himself and has deported a soul homewards to Hades. He is surprised and pleased at Tatsumi’s openness. He is offered one strong tanned shoulder to lie on and he delightedly accepts.

 

The water is so pleasantly hot. Watari’s consciousness begins to fade as he is held close. Tatsumi’s hair has gone limp from the steam coming from the tub. He pushes it out of his eyes never relaxing his firm grip around the blonde’s waist.

 

For a long while they stay that way. Watari drifts in and out of sleep. From one of these sleep spells he awakes with a puzzling thought. Tatsumi who has been awake looks down at the stirring blond Shinigami. The amber eyes look up with unusual alertness; much like a curious cat.

“Why do we hurt Tatsumi……..” Watari asks.

“Why?” Tatsumi repeats slowly.

“Because” he answers, “we are reliving other people’s pain until we find our own. It is like finding our own personal poison. The living seeks for their reason to live and ours is a reason to move on.” He says, the explanation mirrors the melancholy in the circle of everyday life.

 

One lone tear falls from Watari’s eyes. Tatsumi reaches to wipe it away. With one hand he grips the blonde’s chin and tilts it up. He sees the loneliness of his own soul mirrored there. He shifts his position.

 

Watari is lifted out of the water and placed on the ledge. Tatsumi stands up, he is still in the bath. Slowly but surely he looks up at Watari. The blond reaches for him. One slender arm drapes across the Kagetsukai’s back while the other circled his neck. The blond shivered as the night air brushed across his bare back. Tatsumi willingly accepted the embrace. Without further contention Watari kissed him, lightly, not expecting to be tolerated.

Tatsumi was not completely sure of himself but he did not want to abandon his new-found lover. With a tug, Watari slid back into the water. Tatsumi now had more leverage. Watari hugged him tightly and tucked his head beneath the kagetsukai’s chin. Tatsumi took the lead holding the exhausted scientist to him and buried another hand within the soft golden waves of hair. It had always been a fascination of his. It seemed that for the moment being held was enough for both. That night, Tatsumi slept with him, protecting him from the rest of the world

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These are some of the most important memories to Watari. He suddenly misses Tatsumi very much. The secretary’s wry sense of humour and razor sharp wit was often a source of amusement to the blond.

 

Finally after an hours walk he had arrived, aching feet and all. Tonight, Tatsumi would not be free. With a sigh, Watari made his way to the roof of the ShoKan building. The roof was a chill out spot. It was where everyone came when they needed quiet time. Unlike the Sakura garden below, the roof garden was more tropical and comforting compared to the surreal stillness of the Sakura’s.

In the shadows something was lurking, Watari was unaware and lulled by the false sense of security brought on by his fatigue. Suddenly, he felt a sharp push from behind and a searing pain shoot up his arm. He tumbled over the railing. He saw the shadow cast ground a long way down. Try as he might his levitation ability would not kick in.

Tatsumi felt a tug on his whole body his shadows were rushing off. His shadows had long developed a love and affinity for his lover that he could not understand. It had happened unexpectedly as everything else had. Shadow wreaths would buffet and play with the blond during his absence. One cold night lying in the after glow, Watari had accidently touched a shadow that had long guarded the shadow-master, Watari’s interest had been sparked and Tatsumi carefully unleashed the shadows to do as they pleased. Their immediately affinity towards the blond was surprising but sweet as the darkness seem to cuddle and play with the ever curious Watari.

 

. Tatsumi was soon annoyed with the natural affinity and closeness the shadows forged with his lover. When watari traveled the shadows would bring him pleasure where Tatsumi could not follow.

It is this affinity that saves Watari. Tatsumi dashes up the stairs three at a time. He stops short of the railing and cast his shadows. Almost of their own accord the shadows form a soft cushion like shield around the blond. Tatsumi’s shadows do not detect any internal injury. Tatsumi calls the black shining bubble which holds Watari to him almost effortlessly. The bubble lands gently on the roof floor. Watari is left standing as the shield dissipitated.

Unexpectedly, Watari falls to one knee. He clutches his arm in agony but does not cry out. Tatsumi is alarmed, he is angry yet worried. He removes Watari’s hand to view the damage. There is long deep gash on his arm. Watari seems weak.

“It won’t heal” watari whispers quietly, feeling faint.

Tatsumi is alerted by the magical signature in the injury. “It’ll be ok tari………Did you try healing it.” Tatsumi asks.

Watari nods and huddles closer to tatsumi’s warmth that he is radiating from is black cashmere suit. “Watari, you’re shivering! We have to get you cleaned up” Tatsumi is firm in his decision. Watari proest to being carried but he is too weak to walk now. He relaxes into the warmth his partner provides. They have a very strict behavioural code when in public. Watari has vowed always to honour it but this time he cannot.

Tatsumi asks watari what happened and Watari explains his hour long walk, the case and being unable to levitate. He had tried so hard but his body had suddenl;y turned mortal. The puzzlement and wonder in his voice caused tatsumi to look up sharply.

“You’re not worried Watari-san?” He asked quietly.

“no not really. You see I recognize this brand of magic but I can’t place it. It’s not Taoism neither is voodoo.” Watari was perched on one of the infirmary beds with tatsumi standing before him.

 

Tatsumi merely gazed at his exhausted but still attentive partner. Carefully he bandages and dresses the gash.

 

“I have to call Tsuzuki and Hisoka, you need to be watched.” Tatsumi decided. He looked down at his lover bandaged hand only to find the pristine white bandages blood soaked. His eyes widened in surprise as he reached down to feel the red stained cotton. Watari winced in pain. His mind working furiously to identify the curse he was under. Then the answer struck him. The oldest kind of magic known to man, the only kind which could render even a shinigami helpless,…….Black Magic.

 

Tatsumi made just two calls and in minutes Hisoka and Tsuzuki were by his side. Tatsumi explained the situation calmly.

“What happened” Hisoka asks sensing Watari’s pain and affection playing within the room.

“Watari! Your hurt” Tsuzuki exclaims becoming serious and angry all at once.

“It’s nothing” Watari says cheerfully, waving away his imaginary clouds of concern with his good hand.

“Who did this?” Tsuzuki asks.

“One of the accounting staff…….” Tatsumi says.

Hisoka does not waste time coaxing the true story from either man, instead he touches watari’s injured hand lightly. Instantly like a playback the events of the past hours play before his minds eye. Hisoka relates the story to Tsuzuki in detail.

 

The residue of the magic signature lingering in the injury is immediately detected and catalogued by Tsuzuki’s and Hisoka’s magic sense. Tsuzuki sends out a searching spell but the magic user is no longer within the premise for the moment. The spell in the shape of a shining pink, lush tailed sparrow returns to Tsuzuki to tell him of his search. As per his instructions, Watari was not to leave the infirmary unaccompanied by either Tsuzuki or Hisoka. Watari protested to his confinement. Tatsumi intervenes smoothly.

“Would you rather I shadow-bind you here?” Tatsumi asks icily, the extent of the threat finally clear to him.

Watari merely watches him a small frown creasing his angelic features. The dark black sky has turned a beautiful shade of dark blue signaling dawn. Tatsumi had to go to work.

 

He headed first to his office. Files that he had abandoned in a rush the night before were still in a mess. As he got behind the desk a mental image of cradling an injured Watari came to mind. The blond had so willingly snuggled into the embrace. He sat down heavily on his leather upholstered chair.

 

Files and documents sorted he changed his suit. He arrived at the meeting looking immaculate as usual with not a hair out of place. He surveyed the various energies of the attendees slowly looking for his lover’s assailant.

 

He begin the seminar as usual, a wrap up speech and break session slotted neatly into place by the second hour of his lecture. The participants shifted restlessly not liking the acid retorts. By the end of the day the attendees were glad to leave. Tatsumi’s concentration was frayed by the recent events. His stacks of files began to slide out of place. He grabbed for them but missed. From behind a wave of power flowed through the room, his shadows tingled, immediately aware of the signature. The files froze in mid fall. Tatsumi straightened up gracefully and turned to face Watari’s attacker. The new recruit smiled warmly at him.  The files suspended in mid-air now made their way into his hands.

“Here you go Tatsumi-san.” Thr recruit bowed his head slightly while handing Tatsumi the files. Tatsumi, ever cordial, thanked him not giving away his dislike towards the younger man. With a soul stealing smile he headed for the door. At the last moment he spun around, a coy expression playing about his boyish features.

“Yes, Mizuki-san? Can I help you?” Tatsumi asked as the boy turned towards him.

“Well, you see…..I was just wondering, you know…….if you would like to go for lunch with me.” He invited cheerfully.

“No thank you, I have other plans made……” he smiled coolly. The recruit looked way in disappointment.

“I’m sure you do” he mumbles, dark and bitter and seemingly out of ear shot but Tatsumi hears him.

 

“Well catch you later Tatsumi-san” he says cheerfully and walks out. He still does not understand Tatsumi even though he has deemed himself the one who will finally love the shadow master. Mizuki is not ugly. His dark maroon hair was said to be a sign of taboo of an affair between a human and demon but in reverse he inherited the power of light. Mizuki’s dress sense was somewhat more colourful than Tatsumi’s as he favours more floral and vibrant colours. What could such a beautiful and stoic man see in such a mad and unpredictable scientist……..he could not comprehend but it was a small matter as the spell would soon render the blond dead and passed on.

 

Tatsumi was about to tail his prey when suddenly the chief popped in. Enma himself had sent down a telegram regarding finance and it was Tatsumi’s job to view and execute the orders immediately. He was quite annoyed but consented at the thought of Tsuzuki and Hisoka keeping watch.

 

Back at the infirmary, Watari was restless. The blond paced then sat then paced. 003 retrieved many small books for him from the library on behalf of the Gushoshin but none of them had an antidote to his curse. If only he could get to his lab his problems would soon be over. Tsuzuki and Hisoka yawned with sleepiness they had been awake most of the night but nothing compared to Watari’s 48 hour vigil. Two whole days he had been awake.

“Why don’t you’ll go grab a coffee? You’ll look exhausted bon.” Watari said cheerfully to Hisoka.

“Your not tryng to sneak out are you? Watari……” Tsuzuki asked nervously.

“No, I’m not. I just feel bad, that’s all……” Watari said sincerely, making his friends baby-sit him was not a hobby of his.

“Are you sure, Watari?” HIsoka looked skeptical.

“I’ll be fine Bon……” Watari said. He smiled warmly.

Tsuzuki and Hisoka told him to be good and take care before leaving. Acoording to them he was not to leave the infirmary either.

A few minutes after they left, Watari stood slightly shaky, he had just felt an intense stab of pain running through his injured arm.

He ran for the lab, loose blond strands flied behind him like a glorious cap. He found his door unlocked but most things intact. The catalogue in his mind began to run through all possible chemicals that could cure his curse. He reached for a shimmering green chemical and some blue ones, all the time muttering to himself furiously.

 

From time to time he would feel weak and lean against the lab table top. He remembered his own potions master running through antidotes one by one, fleetingly, he picked an antidote mentally examined its properties and abandoned it. He heard the door open. the chemicals he was burning turned orange and he slumped to the floor.

 

“I see you’ve fled your guardians,” a smug voice resounded in the lab. Watari was faced with a cute maroon haired kid, who smirked at him.

“You’ll never remember it……after all, you can cure all magic, save……”

“…..black magic……” Watari finished the sentence and felt suddenly weak he was unable to stand and crashed to the floor face first. He splayed out his hands to cushion his fall.

The kid laughed merrily.

“You Bastard!” Watari swore weakly as he tried to lift his weakened body up.

“Oh? I see” With a wicked smile he clenched his fist and Watari had a painful spasm.

From the opposite wall, Tsuzuki and Bon came rushing through. Hisoka helped him sit up slowly while Tsuzuki circled in on the kid.

“Damn you !” he swore angrily. “How dare you come here and cause chaos.”

“The more you interfere the more you’ll hurt him……” the kid said smugly now floating in the air to avoid Tsuzuki’s aura.

“Tsuzuki!”, Watari called far weakened, “Step down! You’ll hurt Tatsumi.” He said slowly.

“How clever you are….i see you are already aware of the bond the shadows have formed with you, and yes if you die you will cripple half the shadow children under the Kagetsukai’s control. ”, still smiling the marooned haired boy just hovered above them smiling evilly at Watari.

 

Watari slumped to the side, his hair neatly cascaded around him. It made an almost angelic picture; this only seem to anger the kid more. Just as he was about to deliver another painful infliction Tatsumi enters the lab. He is angry at being disobeyed. He sees the light ready to pierce into the blond and with a quick, firm signal the light is cut to ribbons. The shadows surrounding Tatsumi lap at the edges of his feet in concern. Tatsumi is annoyed with him now.

“Tatsumi!! ” the boy cries elatedly. “You’re here!!, I was waiting for you.” The boy smiles warmly.

Tatsumi does not react. His eyes are crystalline chips of blue ice.

 

“You see Tatsumi, ever since I saw you, twenty years ago I’ve been trying to find you. You took my sister to heaven you see…….but I’m still in love with you despite that. So when an angel brought me through here a year ago I caiught a glimps of you and I didn’t want to move on so I pleaded him for a vacancy…….my mother and sister are dead just like yours Tatsumi….I’m just like you.”

Tatsumi looks at him with disdain. “Be quiet!” he says harshly.

“You are childish. You saw a spark of compassion and mistook it for love!” he says bluntly. “Secondly, you’re not Mizuki……..Mizuki Ishura has passed on last month unable to continue living and blissfully oblivious to my existence in the accounting division.” Suddenly the maroon strands faded and the petite body disappeared to be replaced with a more wiry frame and chestnut hair. Tatsumi scowled.

“Kitasu……” Tatsumi said unhappily.

“Tatsumi, I’ve missed you so so mch……”

“Leave meifu. It is not for a denizen of your class. You belong in the higher echeleons with Enma……” Tatsumi said.

“Tatsumi?” Watari’s small weak voice reached Watari through the other mans laughter and mirth. Tatsumi looked at him with concern and masked affection.

“Call it pay back for torturing me in my pursuit of you…..or rather of your lovers.” Kitasu smiled playfully, neither friendly nor hostile.

“Consider yourself lucky…..this is the first time he has not allowed me to steal his lover away.” Kitasu said.

“Leave!” Tatsumi’s voice was icy and cold instilling fear in the quietly watching Tsuzuki. With a mad cackle….he teleported away. Tatsumi went over to Watari and knelt beside him. He looked and saw the pain in those eyes physical and emotional. He could see the apprehension as he looked deeper, the fear of having upset the brunette played in the blonde’s eyes.

 

Gently Tatsumi kissed him, a thorough deep kiss because only a true love can break black magic. Black magic was a consequence of jealousy of pure love.

 

Watari clung tightly to Tatsumi’s shirt afraid to break the kiss and lose the moment of intimacy which he had yet to feel for so long. Slowly his exhausted body began to heal. Tsuzuki and Hisoka had left ages before to find the Gushoshins to clean up Watari’s chemicals. Tatsumi led watari back to his office.

 

In half an hour, they cleared of home for a long weekend. Tatsumi tucked watari into bed as soon as they got home. The exhausted blonde slept soundly for three whole hours. It was around twelve when he finally came too. He wandered into the kitchen wearing his favourite over-large shirt, the sleeves were too long and covered his slender hands. The sight drove Tatsumi to frustration faster than any single budget in the entire ShoKan. Now in a position to exact his revenge he approached the still drowsy Watari in a predatory manner.

 

When suddenly embraced, Watari flinched, after a few seconds he warmed to the touch and snuggled in further. Gently Tatsumi leaned down to sample a long awaited taste of his lover. Watari cried out softly, not expecting the nip. Tatsumi straightened up.

 

Gazing into his lovers eyes he saw drowsiness imprinted on glittery amber irises. He kissed the blonds tender lips softly again and again, teasing him mercilessly; Watari’s arms had now curled around his neck possessively.

Tatsumi held him close. They were now chest to chest and hip to hip. As their kiss became of a quiet play of dominance Tatsumi realized that far too much of Watari was hidden. The lack of skin to touch only fueled his passion.

“Revenge?” Watari murmured a question.

“We’ll see……” Tatsumi smiled cunningly.

Leading the blond into the bedroom, the wall suddenly became more inviting. Tatsumi cornered the blond against the wall. Smoothly, he trapped both Watari’s hands above his head. The other hand working free the buttons of that maddening white shirt.

With the shirt opened all the way, Tatsumi found his target with unerringly accuracy. He swiped his tongue, kitten like over one nub. Watari squirmed and cried out.

“Tatsumi!” watari cried. He was wide awake now.

 Slowly the pace began to escalate; they were soon entangled with Watari in Tatsumi’s firm clutches. He squirmed as Tatsumi’s hands traced imaginary lines along his sleek body lower and lower. Watari moaned in annoyance at Tatsumi’s teasing. They made love that night softly and passionately, not hurried. Watari lay against Tatsumi as the larger brunette’s body protected and kept him warm from the rest of the cold world. 

5:17pm: Late nights and Spies (R) though only fluff

Accounts season has begun in Meifu. Tatsumi is exhausted after a long day of dealing with idiots from the other departments. Their ridiculous questions have left him drained. However his eyes are still bright and sparkling as he reaches his new-found home. Someone is waiting for him patiently, someone who could understand his exhaustion. He wants nothing more than to have a hot shower, a warm meal, and a soft bed. His eyes are not happy with being forced to stare at numbers the whole day long. He lets himself in with the key not wanting to awaken his possibly sleeping lover.

 

The door knob turns slowly. Watari has been waiting patiently the whole night for his blue eyed lover to come home. Frustrated by the Kagetsukai’s exhaustion, Watari rushes to his side.

 

‘I’m home’ Tatsumi whispers not seeing watari at first. He thinks he has returned to a quiet house just like before and nostalgia seizes him.

 

From behind a pair of slender arms wrap around his waist and a rich, soft voice wishes him ‘Welcome back’. He smiles as he is released long enough to put down his briefcase and coat. He turns to see Watari with his golden mane cascading around him, dressed in his usual blue jeans and a soft and well worn shirt which he loves.

 

“You’re exhausted…….” The blond says quietly, pain and concern for the Kgetsukai flood his voice. Tatsumi appreciates the view of a precious looking Watari wearing an overlarge shirt that Is too long for him.

 

“I’ll be perfectly all right” he takes a step forward but feels unsteady, he holds on to the back of the sofa for support. The huge sofa seems so welcoming, he eases himself into it. Watari’s concern peaks. He has offered many times before to take care of the secretary during exhausting sessions of the season but every time he had been refused. Tatsumi’s reason was simple. ‘if he could not take care of himself how did he expect to care for anyone else.’

Watari kneels before Tatsumi and their foreheads touch as tasumi bends down to peer at his blond lover. “Tatsumi………” Watari whispers, his voice is full of pain,  “Let me take care of you.” He pleads quietly. Tatsumi’s  eyes close in defeat, he cannot survive the night alone, even his immortal body could not withstand such abuse.

 

“Ok”, Tatsumi consents. Watari’s eyes twinkle in the dim lights of the room. Swiftly he gets to his feet. He feels Tatsumi’s warmth and realizes how hot he must be feeling in his three piece attire. Watari turns down the thermostat making the room colder.

 

“You need a bath……” the blond says. Tasumi nods and moves to stand, Watari is next to him all the time enjoying the closeness of his lovers frame. With a little difficulty Tatsumi undresses, he wants to prove that not all of his dignity has left him. Watari understands him and steps out of the room to remove his jeans. He does not want to wet them on such a cold night.

 

Tatsumi seats himself at the edge of the bath. His arms feel like dead weights and he cannot move them. He hears the door slide open but is too tired to blush even upon seeing Watari’s beautifully sculpted, lean and half-clad form standing before him. Watari turns on the shower. Slowly so as to not startle his exhausted lover, he begins to soap him. Watari traces the lines of his collar bones down his torso his back, every part of the tired kagetsukai he gently washes and bathes. The exhausted brunette rest his wet head on the blonds drenched shoulder, Watari smiles fondly as he continues to shower the half-sleeping secretary.

 

Puzzled at the loss of the warm spray of water, a pair of sparkling sapphire eyes crack open under bangs of seal brown hair. Watari is caught unawares by this sight of Tatsumi. Subconsciously he reaches down to brush away the bangs but his hands are cold and shaking. Watari gets them both out of the shower. A soft cream coloured towel is within reach. Tatsumi is even more exhausted now and leans heavily against the door frame. Quickly, Watari dries him. The softness of the towel sends shivers along Tatsumi’s tanned skin.

 

Watari rids himself of his soaked shirt and slips on his jeans. Tatsumi watches his lover silently, he cannot think. His mind would like to go to sleep but he knew full well that doing that would make tomorrow a crappy day. In a matter of moments Watari is back by his side helping him into his black pants and t-shirt. His hands shake mercilessly from the cold. Watari smiles to himself, tonight he could take liberty of the permission he had been given over the brunette.

 

Without due warning, Tatsumi was seated on the edge of the bed and plagued by a hair dryer. He look pitifully up at Watari who merely gave him a chaste kiss and continued to dry out his lovers soft, now dark chocolate brown hair. Watari could have swooned seeing the miracles of the hair dryer upon his lover’s hair. With a smug smile Watari viewed his handy work in the mirror. Tatsumi was half-asleep enjoying the warmth of the hairdryer.

 

Noticing how awful Tatsumi must already feel, Watari ushers him into the dining room. A bowl of hot soup and Nabe was laid out before him. Watari served out the two dishes before the kagetsukai. Like a spoilt child, he picked at his food his taste buds long having fallen asleep.  Watari retrieved a warm, long sleeved, dark green shirt from the bed room, he was feeling cold.

“Seii? You haven’t touched your food……..” watari said in surprise as he returns.

With a forlorn look, Tatsumi looked up at him. Watari smiles, He pulls up a chair beside the secretary.

“Please eat Seii…….” Watari nuzzles the brunette’s neck affectionately knowing full well that it would work. With a sigh, Tatsumi begins to eat.

“Thank you, Seii” Watari says

Tatsumi shakes his head. “Go to bed Tari…….” He says.

“No,” the blond said stubbornly “You gave me permission……..” he added.

Now it is the Kagetsukai’s turn to smile.

It is almost time for bed and it is almost one in the morning. There is one more thing that Watari must ensure. Tatsumi must have a drink. It was an age old remedy. You would wake up fine the next morning all tension gone from your limbs but only if the remedy is followed……..’A cup or two of sake and all the tension will flow away’, his mother used to say. His mother would care of his exhausted father and every time she would make him drink a glass or two and the next morning he would be as good as new.

 

He could see sleep lapping at the edge of Tatsumi’s will. They were back at the sofa again. This time Watari could not afford to waste time. “Seii…….” Tatsumi looked down at the kneeling blond.

“Drink this.” The blond held out a shallow sake cup glinting and full with alcohol. His eyes opened in surprise. Watari surely knew that he had to work tomorrow. What was this sudden gesture?

“Taka…….you know I can’t.” he said shaking his head, already fuzzy from lack of sleep.

“But it’ll help!” the blond championed the drink whole heartedly. Tatsumi was determined; he would not drink on a work night. The blond gave up. He reached up and put one arm around the brunette’s neck and began to kiss him. A slow kiss; slowly the kiss began to deepen. Suddenly, Watari broke away. Without warning he poured the chilled liquid between his lovers parted lips.

 

A buzz of alertness sparked through Tatsumi. He caught Watari’s fragile wrist in a tight grip but never hurting him. Like a small child Watari bowed his head and refused to look up. Tatsumi’s piercing blue gaze seemed to bore through the thick blond locks that guarded the blond from his gaze.

 

“Bed. Now.” With those two words Tatsumi released the blonde’s wrist. Watari scrambled to tidy the room. Tatsumi stood and waited patiently for the blond by the door. The city lights outside the condo’s penthouse twinkled merrily with winter crispness. Watari surveyed the room when suddenly Tatsumi’s arms wrapped around him from behind causing him to gasp in surprise. Delighted by the added contact, Watari snuggled closer. Almost at once he felt the grip began to slacken indicating the return of the exhaustion.

 

Freeing himself from the embrace, Watari led his lover to bed. The lights went out with the shadows as Tatsumi refused to sleep alone. Watari had already tucked his lover into bed knowing that he would sleep well but as he tried to leave, a tanned hand tugged at his sleeves. With an unceremonious groan he fell into bed only to be attacked almost immediately by Tatsumi.

 

 Soon Watari was on his back. His pleading lost to the soft pillows that surrounded them. Tatsumi lay atop of him. Apparently the Kagetsukai had developed a sudden hatred for the colour green as he tried to undo the blonde’s shirt button by button. With one hand around his waist and the other fondling the blonde’s shirt the Kagetsukai was quite high. Watari gently tried to push against his brunette lover who was happily causing him to squirm in pleasure. He rested one hand on Tatsumi’s shoulder praying the Kagetsukai would stop. He wanted him to sleep or the secretary would definitely be a wreck in the morning. The fingers that grasped the blond’s waist began to trace circles along the smooth planes of his body

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“Tatsumi!” moaned angrily.

 

The Kagetsukai looked up, he saw a very flushed and open-shirt Blond. Watari took charge. He could do nothing else but kiss the secretary to sleep. Light kissed went deeper; all the time becoming slower and more intimate. Finally the kisses dissolved into hugs and the two feel asleep wrapped in one another’s embrace surrounded by maroon and black comforter and beddings.

 

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The day had been long but the morning had been good. He had woken up feeling so refreshed though some tension remained the most was gone. Watari had been cradled so close to him that morning. Waking up in the morning with Watari was one of the best things, there would be lots of hugs and kisses and when there were weekends there was no waking up until noon. He had kissed the blond scientist good bye this morning and told him thank you for the night before. Never had he woke up feeling so fresh.

 

The time now was almost 10.00 p.m. and the seminar today had not gone well. One of the new recruits had been especially trying and had insisted on taking personal shots at his instructions. Just another day and it would all be over. The day hadn’t seemed so exhausting to day but there was still work to be done. The forms had to be sorted, filed and submitted. The others were still around and working in their respected cubicles. The shadow master didn’t really expect them to have any problems with the forms.

 

He was in-fact quite surprised when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in” he called. A blond head peered around the door.

“Hi!!” Watari said cheerfully.

“Tari…….What are you doing here? You should be at home, in bed” Tatsumi frowned. He rose from his chair abandoning the suddenly uninteresting forms and columns of numbers. Watari held out a Styrofoam cup of steaming hot coffee.

“How is it going?” he said ignoring the secretary’s question.

“Not to bad…….Sit down” the secretary said. He suddenly realized that Watari was not in his office attire but more casually dressed.

Tatsumi puts down the coffee on the table and sat by Watari. A few years ago Watari and the chief had insisted he get a sofa for his office. Fair enough he had taken Watari shopping and came up with a plush gold-green sofa paid for by the department without his consent. It was a luxury he would not have agreed to then but now it was the most convenient piece of furniture he had in his office.

The blond curled up on the sofa like a huge gold cat, legs tucked under him and shoes on the floor. “Tsuzuki has a new name for you……”, Watari chuckles to himself.

“Oh?” Tatsumi’s eyes brows rise up, “Pray tell what that would be.”

“Blue moon” they chuckle softly.

“He isn’t the one that should be complaining though” Tatsumi says seriously.

Watari ignores this prompt to put the secretary on a guilt trip

 

“Can I sleep here tonight? ” He asks. “I know you’ll be here, Seii, please?” he begs not giving the secretary a chance to refuse.

“Come here” Tatsumi shakes his head in defeat. Watari settles his head in his lap, tell tale signs of sleepiness showing.

“I’ll wake you up when we’re ready to leave” Tatsumi says quietly stroking his lovers hair.

Watari sits up feeling guilty for coming. He needs to know that it will be ok. He came because he couldn’t bare to sleep alone and Tatsumi should not feel guilty. Like a small child he hugs his lover close, Watari kisses him hungrily. A kiss that said ‘I miss, I love you and I want you’ all in one.

“Better?” Watari asks. Tatsumi hugged him close the smell of his lover’s cedar and rosemary scented hair threatened to make him stay in that embrace the whole night. Watari stood to retrieve a comforter which he had stashed there six months ago during the last accounts season. Tatsumi watched as watari drifted off to sleep. He vowed to make it up to him another 36 hours.

Outside the door the New Recruit stood and spied gleefully on the exchange between the two lovers.

4:40pm: Play with me (NC-17 ish)
Hi ya more stuff. !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay,,,,,,,,

TItle: Play With Me
Author: Azazel_m
Pairing: Tatari
Warning: Nc-17 ish
Comments: Ask and it will be given.

Count Hakushaku was hosting a Christmas-cum-new year party and Tatsumi Seiichirou was distinctly displeased. In his usual three piece attire, he watched the over zealous festivities in full swing. Tsuzuki danced madly with a wine bottle while Hisoka was being chased by the persistent Hokkaido duo. Terazuma seemed glued to Wakaba as the employees from the other departments mingled free and easy among his subordinates. However, in his opinion, the most eye-catching specimen at the party was a certain blond that had stormed out on him a day earlier.

 

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Recently Tatsumi had noticed a certain look in Watari’s eyes.

Recently Tatsumi began to have odd dreams.

Recently Tatsumi began to understand the look of longing im Watari’s bright amber eyes always glowing with warmth.

 

After years of working together and an odd friendship of sorts, Watari would take it no more. He had seen the pain of abandonment in Tatsumi’s soul and his own gaping hole of desire for the Kagetsukai. Recently he had been needling Tatsumi gently, trying desperately for even a slightest glimmer of a response……..but alas, to no avail.

He had finally walked into the kagetsukai’s office late in the evening after everyone had left. He stood outside a moment before barging in and closing the door behind him. Tatsumi looked up obviously shocked at the interference.

“Watari-san I believe it’s normal for people to knock before entering.” Tatsumi sounded tired and somewhat uptight. Probably just more budget reports again.

“You shouldn’t be working so late…..” The blond said sternly. Taken aback by the blonds icy tones the secretary of ShoKan tensed.

“That is for me to decide, Watari-san” he snapped.

“Right, I’m sure you can Mr.--” Watari bit back his retort not wanting to let slip anything. Instead he took a seat opposite the ShoKan’s secretary.

Tatsumi’s eyes had narrowed in reply to the scientist unfinished statement.

“You need to get out more often” The blond said, taking a glance around the overly professional office.

“I will decide when I need a break, Watari-san” said pointedly.

Tatsumi’s gaze met the blonde’s and held it for a long moment though immediately regretting his harsh words. Watari looked away afraid to meet the intense blue chip of metal shining in his once-in-awhile partner’s eyes.

“Why do you work so much Seii?” The blond asked in a small voice glancing down at his denim clad legs. Tatsumi’s eyes widened in surprise, he then schooled his features into one of non-chalance.

“Because there’s work to be done….” He began to gather stacks of papers on his desk, not meeting the scientist’s gaze. There was a moments of silence before the scientist erupted with anger.

“Stop kidding your self Tatsumi!” the scientist rose violently from his chair. “I know it hurts, I know it does! So, Stop killing yourself!! Tell Tsuzuki and maybe he’ll take you back. Stop feigning indifference…….. Tatsumi-san .It’s killing me!” The blond shouted angrily. His slender frame shaking with anger

Tatsumi felt his insides being taken apart but his facade was rock solid.

“We’re already dead…..” Watari just looked at him tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

“Maybe you are…..” The scientist had stormed out. Tatsumi had sat there a broken person. The blond was never supposed to be hurt by Tatsumi’s cloaked interest in him and he wasn’t suppose to mistake it for his long buried lust after Tsuzuki.

 

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The quirky scientist was using the party as a cover to drown his sorrows. It was perfect. He could drink as much as he wanted and everyone would accord his slightly wackier than usual behavior to the alcohol. He was quite delighted, in fact it was the perfect excuse to find a playmate to go outside into the snow. But Watari was disappointed. He didn’t feel the alcoholic high he wanted. So, evidently he hadn’t had enough. He wanted to play. Maybe Tsuzuki would want to play too.

 

“Tsuzuki, play with me….” Watari called happily making his may over to the equally cheerful shinigami.

 

“Love to Watari, but I’m dancing with the bottle…..” Tsuzuki’s eyes shined so brightly as he waltzed around the count’s huge ballroom.

His cheeks were stained with a deep pink blush. A few people standing nearby watched them cheerfully. There were at least hundred employees working at Meifu and all of them were present.

Watari made his way over to the stony Kagetsukai not quite realizing who he was walking to, he happily approached the Shadow master. A slightly more potent buzz was hampering his usually lightening ability to rationalize.

Tatsumi had very little to drink and was in perfect control of his senses. He watched the blond with a predatory look dancing in his eyes.

 

“Tatsumi-san, play with me? Please, please?” The blond asked cheerfully.

 

“I’ll Play with you Watari-san……” Tatsumi asked softly.

 

The blond nodded happily as the Kagetsukai gently tugged on his wrist and led him slowly through the crowd and out of the ballroom. Tatsumi had accounted for the funding of the count’s mansion and knew every room there. He led his obviously drunk subdued blond companion to a room in west wing as far from the party as possible. The room’s soft carpeting caused their shoes to sink softly into the cream fabric of the carpet. Tatsumi sat the scientist down at the foot of the bed and sank to his knees on the carpet before the blond. Slowly he removed the scientist sensible black shoes and socks. All the while, Watari watched him with a sweetly befuddled and confused gaze. The shadows in the room rippled slightly as the Kagetsukai removed his tie.

Tatsumi moved both the blonde’s hands behind his back and tied them up, strong enough to hold against any thrashing yet loose enough to come undone at a single tug.

“I d-d-don’t quite remember how ‘p-play with me means tying m-me up…..” the blond stuttered slightly.

“I didn’t hear you complaining….” The Kagetsukai answered softly.

He reached behind the blushing scientist and released his fly away golden mane. Golden waves framed dazzlingly beautiful features in the glow of moonlight that streamed in through the huge Victorian window that looked out over a vast sprawling garden dotted with marble and clay figures.

The Kagetsukai didn’t stop. A hand cupped the scientist head gently while a thumb teased the side of his neck causing the blond to gasp at the sudden sensation of pleasure.

“Seii……….” Watari whispered. Unhurriedly the brunette took his time as he observed every inch of the slender lithe figure before him.

Clad in a blood red turtle neck and tight black denim, the blond was a feast for the eyes. Wide innocent amber eyes met his and fueled his already flaming desire and arousal.

A flash in the dark and the turtle neck fell apart at the seams exposing the supple pale skin hiding well toned and lean muscles. Watari shivered as the Kagetsukai slowly ran a finger across the slim planes of the blonde’s chest before withdrawing. Watari opened his spectacular shimmering amber-gold eyes in confusion. His eyes widened as he witnessed the ever immaculate secretary slide of his customary coat off broad well shaped shoulders. He then proceeded to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. Three buttons done he noticed the blond watching him. He smirked slightly and left the remaining buttons closed. Returning to Watari’s side, amber met blue. The Kagetsukai could clearly see the blonde’s arousal through the tight black denim. Almost experimentally, he ran a finger across it. The blond tossed his head back in pleasure.  Watari gasped and moaned. He arched into the touch disappointed to find it gone. 

Tatsumi watched him a small smile dancing across his lips contrary to the predatory glint in his azure blue eyes. He gathered and lifted the blonde’s hair and brought it to the front giving him clear and unfettered access to the slim neck that was usually so well hidden. Unable to resist, Tatsumi, none-to-gently, bit the scientist on a tantalizingly obvious spot between his collarbone and neck. The blond hissed in pain then gasped in pleasure as Tatsumi gently licked and sucked away the pain leaving a reddish tinge to the pale skin.

Tatsumi stepped back to view his prize. In moments he undid the remaining buttons exposing his tanned skin and divested himself of his belt. He then returned to the wanton blond on the bed. He placed one knee on the bed in between the blonde’s parted one’s while the sole of his other foot rested on the carpet.

With one hand he tilted the blonds chin upwards while the other gripped his slim waist tightly. Tatsumi knew that with one kiss it would be over. With the kiss would flow passion unchecked and pent up for almost 30 years.

Without hesitation he bent down swiftly to claim soft lips bearing a lingering taste of wine. Hesitant at first, it quickly deepened to a long suppressed hunger allowing tongues to slip past moist parted lips. Whatever or however Tatsumi tried to have his way with the scientist’s delicious mouth the blond would not allow it. Passion refused to be banked. Moments later they broke to the protest of screaming lungs.

Watari growled and shook his head in protest and the sudden loss of contact. One hand still on the blonde’s waist, Tatsumi released the blonds wrist which immediately ensconced him in a searing embrace of arms and legs as they wrapped him tightly and brought him into contact with the blonde’s slender form. Tatsumi’s gasp was quickly swallowed by the blonde’s hungry mouth as the scientist stole kisses as the brunette writhed in agony of lack of contact. He could feel Watari’s lanky legs through the thick tight denim but skin would be so much better.

Quickly regaining control Tatsumi freed them of their respective remaining attires. Graced with such a feast Tatsumi couldn’t resist, he licked sucked his way down the blonde’s body, though the blond was never a docile participant. Tatsumi nibbled at the point where the hip met the groin causing the scientist to moan in pleasure encouraging the shadow master’s path down his body.

Tatsumi studied the blonds weeping length considering his own condition knowing that neither would last long. He rolled the blond over onto his stomach, careful to elevate the blonde’s hip above the mattress. Tatsumi reached down under Watari’s slim frame to collect the blonds pre cum and his own. With complete patients he begin to work first one digit then two, finally three into the blond, gently rubbing a sensitive bunch of muscles within causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through the smaller man as he moaned out in pleasure thrusting against the kagetsukai’s fingers, completely helpless with need.

“Seii……..want you…..” The blond breathed, barely coherent. Tatsumi froze, many images danced across his mind involving the scientist in sultry positions with a single request. 

“Tell me what you want……” Tatsumi murmured finger pressing against the sensitive bunch of nerves again.

The blond tossed his head angrily at first before surrendering

“Play…w-with me…” The blond hissed. Immediately The Kagetsukai replaced his pleasuring figures and took the blond in one swift motion, unable to control himself. They shook against each other as their need escalated. Watari begin to writhe clearly wanting more contact. Tatsumi’s thrusts were controlled at first before Watari begin to thrust back. Together they managed a powerful but completely erratic rhythm. They came one after the other through muffle shouts against bedding and skin. Tatsumi’s larger frame collapsed gently atop the slightly smaller man. Slowly he pulled away and lay beside him. Silky blond hair enveloped most of the Watari’s frame and splayed out across the spent Kagetsukai as well. The Kagetsukai leaned in against the still panting scientist.

 

“This never happened and I won’t tell anyone. In fact, this never happened and you can use the excuse that you were completely drunk.” Tatsumi whispered, breathing almost normal.

He pulled up the covers around them knowing full well that he would have to get up in matter of hours.

 

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The next few days passed in a friendly aspect. Nothing had changed between Watari and Tatsumi infact things were going well. The blond made no mention of the incident.

Watari had woken up that morning feeling happily sated. Moments later he recalled the night’s events and began to mentally berate himself for his complete misbehavior. He was way way too easy……that was before remembering the Kagetsukai’s words of reassurance that would absolve them of all and whatever blame.  

 

The next encounter came late one evening. Watari was soo wound up. He could barely contain his anger but this time it wasn’t aimed at the secretary of the ShoKan division. Watari’s had been mocked completely by one of the other technical division staff and the man had actually the cheek to hit on him.

Blond hair flaring behind him and owl fluttering behind him, Watari was a force to be reckoned with. Of course he had shut the guy up after repairing the unit in under three minutes while the said idiot had been struggling with it the whole day but for some reason the blatant offer to bed him had left he scientist fuming and a little bit deflated.

 

That was exactly how he strode into the shadow masters office. Tatsumi took in the stormy yet beautiful figure that stormed into his office, unlike the last time however the scientist seemed to just cuddle into the chair as if seeking protection. Tatsumi would have given a lot of things to go over and comfort Watari but his affection hadn’t been so openly requested.

“Watari-san? Is everything alright? ” Tatsumi’s voice was laced with concern.

“Well no actually it’s not…….” Watari frowned and stared at the wall of the shadow masters office.

Tatsumi waited patiently he knew eventually the scientist would talk.

“Are you done here?” Watari asked suddenly thoughtful. 003 had perched on contentedly on that kagetsukai’s desk lamp.

“Nearly….why?” the brunette was immediately suspicious.

“Have dinner with me Tatsumi, I promise I’ll pay.” The scientist begged, eyes shining like precious citrine.

Tatsumi considered a moment, full well knowing the answer before hand.

“Give me a minute, I have to file these.”

The shadow master rose gracefully choosing to ignore the blonds sparkling eyes wide in surprise and delight. Tatsumi’s perfect tailored-to-fit black cashmere silk suit rustled slightly as he filed away recent expense reports.

Watari rose and held the door open as the shadow master exited after him and proceeded to lock up the office.

“You really don’t mind?” Watari stopped walking and turned to face his companion in the now deserted corridor. Tatsumi reached out to tuck a few strands of blond hair behind Watari’s ear.

“Where?” Tatsumi asked. The question was simple enough, Where were they going for dinner?  

“Italian…. A place Bon and Tsuzuki really love…..Fair pricing to… ” The blond mused thoughtfully.

They retrieved their coats and ventured out into the frigid winter air. Watari shivered in the cold. Spring being his favorite season, he hated cold weather. Tatsumi pulled him close noticing the blond shivering. Delighted at the extra warmth Watari snuggled closer. In the quiet of the Meifu night such a display of affection was allowed.

They teleported two blocks away from the restaurant and walked the rest of the way. They didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. The waiter showed them to their table, despite the late hour there were a considerable amount of people present.

 Half way through dinner Tatsumi was called from their table by the waiter who had shown them in. The captain wanted to see him.

Tatsumi r0ose his eyes narrowed in the direction of a short man wringing his hands nervously.

“Sir, I’m afraid your blond companion is attracting a little too much attention sir, we’ve had request from everyone wanting to know if your companion is um…..ah……well…..attached so to speak.” Tatsumi’s temper flared. How dare they!

“Yes my blond companion is very much attached. And no you may not set up a screen around our table.” He said catching the bus boys bringing out an ornate wooden screen.

Meanwhile back at the table Watari had successfully downed at least three shots of tequila. He was working up the courage to ask Tatsumi to take him home. He recalled their conversation through dinner. It had drifted between debates and exchange of information. But their last had been the most interesting by far.

 

“There’s a thin line between being submissive and subservient.” He had said.

“People keep crossing it.” He continued.

“Of course not. You can’t cross that line Watari it’s like two sides of a coin you can’t be both.”

“Of course you can…..that’s how those souls keep getting trapped. The demon is submissive but appears subservient but when it’s powerful enough the human is forced to be the subservient one…..see?”

“Humans aren’t subservient to demons, they’re controlled……..”

“Who? The demons? ”

“No Watari-san the humans…..”

“But they still do the demons bidding willingly……remember the Hazumaki case? He willingly collaborated with the demon to trap a hundred souls. That’s submissive.” Watari stated triumphantly.

“Watari-san…..” just as Tatsumi was about to reply the waiter had called him away.

Watari now looked for his companion and saw him making his way back to the table. Years of knowing the shadow master had taught the scientist to read the kagetsukai’s eyes, despite his outwardly calm appearance he could see the blue sapphires smoldering with anger. Tatsumi sat down watching the suddenly uncomfortable scientist.

“Watari-san are you all right?” voice soft with concern even softer than the tone he used with the amethyst eyed shinigami.

“Tatsumi-san………I find myself In need to clearly understand the difference between submissive and subservient.” Watari said coyly.

“I see and how may I be of service?” Tatsumi played along.

“I was wondering I you would offer your assistance in the matter…..”

“Gladly…..Watari-san but I think you’ve had to much to drink.”

“Working up the courage……” The blond muttered shaking his head trying to clear the fuzziness in his mind.

Tatsumi’s eyes sparkled with amusement and anticipation. They paid the bill and left. Watari’s many admires observed disappointedly as they watched Tatsumi take his arm and lead him out of the restaurant. They didn’t make it far as the Tequila had its effect on the blond. They made it to a park bench before Watari slumped into a light slumber against the Kagetsukai. Tatsumi sat patiently allowing the shinigami a short nap before they teleported home. Moonlight washed blond hair fanned out behind the sleeping scientist as 003 (who had rejoined them after dinner) preened her sleeping master. Tatsumi brushed a thumb lightly over flushed porcelain cheeks delicate yet strong.

Watari stirred hands fisting tightly into the Kagetsukai’s shirt. Tatsumi carefully shook him awake.

“Let’s go home.” Watari sat up and nodded.

With 003 perched on his shoulder he transported them to his apartment.

The furnishing was somewhat old fashioned but tastefully done. The kitchen was mostly glass and chrome while the hall was adorned with a black sofa and cream divan. Two book shelves and a small cupboard graced the walls. A cozy yet lived in set up immaculate just like its occupant. Watari thought.

The bed room like the whole apartment, housed solid colored furniture,. Black and white dresser complimented by maroon sheets and black comforter. Watari smiled faintly at the class and dedication given to furnishing the living space. 003 hooted beside the window asking to be let out for the night. Tatsumi petted the small tawny owl and released her into the night.

From behind, Tatsumi wrapped the blond into a warm embrace. Sufficiently sober this time. Watari took the opportunity to explore the Kagetsukai. He turned in the embrace to face the secretary. Loosening the kagetsukai’s tie and unbuttoning his vest, hesitantly he touched and felt his way across the kagetsukai’s body. Tatsumi just watched as amber eyes studied his form. One slim hand began to undo the buttons of his customary white shirt.

Tatsumi immediately slowed the pace. Tilting the blonde’s chin upwards he gave him along sensual kiss as the shadow masters white tainted tongue slipped into the blonde’s pliant mouth. Buttons lay forgotten as Watari fisted a hand in brunette waves, deepening their kiss further.

 They hardly spoke; there wasn’t that much to say that couldn’t wait. As they lay spent in the after glow, Watari curled as close as he could under the covers with Tatsumi. He ventured a small chaste kiss and an “I love you” expecting full well to be ignored squashing hopes of having these pair of arms to return to every night.

He inhaled sharply as he felt the shadow master’s grip tighten around his waist. “Sorry……I can’t take you seriously now….you’ve had too much to drink. Ask me when you’re sober. Sleep now.” Sated and delighted at the shadow master words the blond quickly fell into a sleepless slumber.

 

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Watari recalled the night with perfect clarity but the recollections brought with it a fresh desire to feel the kagetsukai all over again. Even just holding him would be enough. Watari decided he would not be a coward today. 003 looked on worriedly as her master set his face in a determined expression. She hooted her concern.

“It’s ok baby, I’m alright.” Watari spoke softly, soothingly rubbing the top of her head. The owl nipped his finger affectionately and took flight.

Watari worked through the day ignoring lunch break and tea. The shadow masters missing cup of coffee at 4.30 made him worry but his sudden work load was more than he could handle and was completely caught up.

Once more the hour was late and Meifu was deserted. 003 trailed behind her master as he walked to the kagetsukai’s office. He knocked softly. Eyes curtained by golden cascades he peered around the door.

“Come in Watari-san.” The shadow master removed his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. Cautiously Watari entered, a little unsure. He made his way into the room and to the other side of the secretary’s desk. Slowly he approached the shadow master.

Tatsumi watched silently and made no comment he saw no alcohol induced blushed and was positive that Watari was sober. He had willingly bedded the scientist now it was time to see whether his affection was wanted.

Watari watched the secretary carefully; he looked a little vulnerable and scared. In fact it was almost as apprehensive as the blond felt. Standing before the seated shadow master, Watari stopped unsure whether to proceed or give up but he wanted that man sitting in the chair very badly even if it meant outright rejection.

He climbed into the shadow master’s lap feeling him tense then relax. Bracing himself against the kagetsukai’s shoulders he looked into those dark blue eyes. Seeing unexpected fear and vulnerability in them he wrapped his arms around the shadow masters neck in a warm embrace. One that said I love you and I want you without words. Not needing further confirmation, Tatsumi responded by kissing the scientist thoroughly,

“Love you Seii…….don’t leave me k?” Watari mumbled into the secretary’s coat.

“Never, Taka….” The shadow master smiled faintly tightening his hold on the emotional blond.

“But if you don’t mind me asking, Taka. Why now, after so long?” Tatsumi asked quietly, the sudden chain of explosive events had been whirl wind like and Tatsumi wanted to either thank or murder the catalyst that capitulated the blond into such an emotional frenzy.

“Tough cases….really missed you………then wanted something more.” Suddenly he realized the blond was crying.

“It’s all right now taka…..” Tatsumi said soothingly while one hand smoothed his long blond mane. 003 hooted softly watching her master and his lover find comfort in each others broken souls.

      

 

END.

3:48am: Trepidation(light R)
It is really late but i want to put this up..........*sighs*

Title: Trepidation
Author: Azazel_m
Pairing: Tatari
Warning: angst and light R
Summary: How long can you hold back?
Word Count: 3219
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and these characters are property of their creators, I just like playing with them... =)

Thirty long long years of watching was bound to frustrate any man. As far as Watari was concerned, thirty years of watching and loving everyone’s reliable secretary of the ShoKan division had led him to cold lonely nights of self pleasure and release. It was too too easy to fall in love with Tatsumi Seiichirou. The way he moved, the quiet controlled steps the graceful yet somehow authoritive sweeps of aristocratic limbs across projection screens and charts but most of all was the azure blue eyes. Watari could drown in their depths.

However, Watari was not a fool enough to really believe that his affection would be reciprocated. But none the less it had been nearly 8 years and a slew of gory cases that had helped establish a seemingly innocent routine in their lives. Somewhere around 4.00 in the evenings, a cheerful blond whirlwind with a mind of cast iron steel would sweep into the secretary's busy office in a billowing white lab coat and fitting black slacks with a harmless mug of coffee. Thus, would ensue conversation, light banter, laughter and most of all, much needed companionship. Watari became Tatsumi’s informant. All office gossip and news came back to him through his blond sometimes-partner.

A week earlier, Watari had been given an assignment, which was really three different cases all through the Sixth. It had taken him a good two weeks to complete the assignment. The cases were somewhat complex on an intellectual level requiring the scientist logical and brilliant mind. However, even the cheerful and exuberant scientists can fall in love. All through the week he had missed Tatsumi dearly. Even if it was nothing more than a coffee break, innocence was usually the root of all evil, If you could consider love to be evil.

His nights had been tainted with dreams of azure blue eyes boring into his amber one’s and graceful hands ghosting along his mental self. He had awoken alone frustrated and very much aroused. What had happened to thirty years......hell, even ten years of his self control?

In Meifu, the shadow master was not in a good mood. Since Watari's assignment, pay checks were mercilessly docked and the shadow master was caught numerous times in the lab talking to 003. The little bird had been left behind for her protection and so Tatsumi assumed charge of her well being. Incidentally, it was the closest thing to her master as he could get.

Always immaculate, Tatsumi Seiichirou in his brown and black three piece suits was at the edge of his iron will. His cool blue eyes blazed with fire as ghostly scenes of the lithe scientist played in the lab before his eyes. The harsh cold blue chips of stones that were his eyes seemed to melt momentarily at the sight of a forgotten hair ribbon that was used to bind spectacular golden cascades that framed an intense, intelligent but gorgeous face.

Tsuzuki was a thing of Tatsumi’s past he had wanted, cared for but never truly really, deeply, loved. Since the arrival of Hisoka, Tsuzuki was well cared for and happy. Tatsumi wanted an equal, someone he could argue with on an intellectual level, someone who could balance out his reclusive behavior, someone he could have sex with but not feel like he had taken advantage off. Wanting this in someone of the same gender had been a sinful thing but that was in Tatsumi’s past. His current state of suspended existence allowed for his fancies a little more than the mortal world.

Watari snuck through the break room early friday morning, not wanting to bump into the usually uptight secretary. His cases had been trying with three lives lost. he didn't feel like explaining it all to the emotionless droid of a man whom he had fallen for so badly.

So,Tatsumi and he played hide and seek for a whole week until the next Friday rolled around. Watari’s interaction was business but tinged with warmth and familiarity and something more electric. He had stopped in early on Monday to present his report. Everything was normal at first.

“How was the case Watari-san?” Tatsumi was his usual icy cheerful. Had Watari looked a little deeper he would have found liquid fire of need in azure blue eyes but he did not.

“Nothing much, good ol’ run of the mill cases. Though the circumstances were rather curious.” Watari mused to himself having already included the details in his report.

“No property damage? Extra expenses?” the secretary took over, mentally accounting, amazingly, the scientist was never over-budget no matter how long the cases ran.

“No, but the loss two children and a college student has not yet been accounted for, would you like to dock that from my paycheck?” Watari’s reply was frozen and frigid brooking no retort from the stunned secretary. He had an overwhelming urge to hold the slender blond figure that sat for an instant not meeting his gaze before he stormed out.

That was why when Watari begin to actively avoid him, the brunette nearly snapped into two. He was torn between sympathizing and berating the men over his humanistic views. He had not meant to belittle the man but simply make conversation. Apparently the cases had been hard on the usually bouncy scientist and were taking a harsh toll on his outlook.

Meanwhile, Watari’s iron control was at its final straws, no longer able to keep his need and desire for the Kagetsukai out of his hungry and forlorn gaze. It was not a happy look and it did not suit the usually cheerful ball of energy that was Watari. Instead he avoided their 4.00 coffee breaks. It was always easier to deny himself then face outright rejection. At least, he thought, 003 was happy to see him. She had come barreling into his chest the moment he walked into the office early on Friday morning. She was warm and fluffy and smelled………………very much like Tatsumi? He gave the little owl and curious look but she nipped playfully and took flight obviously delighted at his return.

There were nights when his afterlife and cases got Watari down. Feeling so low and vulnerable and just needing someone to cling on to desperately. It was times like these that he would have dearly loved to fling himself onto Tatsumi and never be left bereft of that supposedly warm and strong embrace.

They had stayed well away from one another for the past four days so Friday would not be much different Watari contemplated as he dressed to stun. Every other garment he owned had mysteriously landed in the wash save a rather form fitting pair of black jeans and a clingy black turtleneck. He felt ridiculous in the outfit but he had nothing left and curious 003 had yet to be seen that morning. Maybe he would hit the pubs later on just for the sake of his outfit. Maybe….

He strolled into the office earning a slew of second looks and sincerely made offers to bed him from one of the temporary technicians on loan from another department. He merely gave them a cheerful wave and retreated to the coffee room. While his co-workers reaction was more rewarding still. “Watari-san you look……..amazing” was all Wakaba could manage. “Watari-Chan if you were planning on a wild weekend you have your wish” Tsuzuki commented slyly. Hisoka blushed furiously as Tsuzuki’s predictions on Watari’s intentions commandeered his mind.

Tatsumi had resolved to get back his mad scientist by the end of the weekend. The absence of the younger man over the last three weekends had left Tatsumi lonely and irritable. This arrangement was of course one of Meifu’s best kept secrets. Watari and Tatsumi would spend weekends sleeping over, chatting, playing chess, and visiting earth together. For the past three weeks he had not been there. Thus broke the seemingly innocent routine. Tatsumi’s confession was a long time coming but somehow he dreaded ruining their delicate arrangement.

At the sight of Watari looking simply edible, the shadow master could do no more than school his features into a very cool collected appearance. Watari shivered slightly as he felt more than saw the shadow masters gaze and retreated into the blissful security of his lab mistaking the shjadow masters expression to be one of contempt. Maybe he would get Tsuzuki to dress the same way next week, if only to give the shadow master some eye candy, he thought resentfully; refusing to acknowledge his own stunning and breathtaking profile in the lab mirror. Aztec gold hair cascaded loosely framing high boned cheeks and an angelic face in fitting leather.

Four days of avoiding the Kagetsukai had the usually exuberant mad scientist frustrated with trepidation and anxiety. Tatsumi fared no better, he was lost in his paper work brooding as he did the accounts on auto-pilot, all the while thoughts drifting to the slender black clad figure with astonishing amber eyes that even a hundred thousand words couldn’t express. He waited patiently for the end of the work day.

The clock struck 7.45 and the majority of Meifu’s hardworking workers had fled the office for the weekend. The Kagetsukai prepared himself. At 8.00 sharp he left his office making a bee line for the lab knowing full well that the scientist plans of a wild weekend had been in jest. Tatsumi knocked gently, “Watari-san, are you in there?” He knocked again but still got no reply his shadows sensing he presence of the scientist almost immediately as they slipped under the door.

Watari cowered inside not trusting himself to maintain his usual cheery façade. He had had a couple of drinks……ok….maybe a couple of bottles, but it wasn’t his fault. In fact he was pretty sure the drinks had been adulterated for the fact that he had to go through at least three bottles.......ok maybe four to achieve the desired effect of gazing blankly out the lab window.  The Kagetsukai knocked again with more force this time and called out,

“Watari-san I’m coming in.” Tatsumi was slightly annoyed at the thought of having to rip the door apart. With his back ramrod straight he fixed the door with an intent gaze as his shadows expertly worked the lock from within. With a soft click the door swung forward and into the lab. The scientist stood at the far edge of the lab not wanting to face the shadow master. Tatsumi walked in and closed the door behind him.

Picking his way through bubble wraps and empty bottles, he found the scientist staring out the window at the full moon that presided over the land of Meifu. The scientist turned to face him giving Tatsumi a clear view of the rosy alcohol induced blush staining the already angelic features and eyes shining brightly. He looked away not trusting his own reactions.

“Watari-san, Have you actually finished all these bottles?" Tatsumi asked, concerned snaking into his voice.

"I believe I have........or maybe it was Yutaka......." the dazed scientist mused obviously drunk.

"you’ve been avoiding me lately….Watari-san. ” Tatsumi glanced around the lab trying to ignore the situation before by accounting for the bottles instead.

“Avoiding you? Do you really think so, Tatsumi?” Watari turned to face him amber eyes illuminated by a single warm yellow street light outside the laboratory’s single floor to ceiling window. Azure eyes flashed at the flippant reply, waiting patiently for the true problem to be revealed abandoning hope of ignoring the desperate looking man by the window.

“Yes I do, Watari-san." he said calmly, " What are you hiding?” The shadow master asked staying in perfect, never faltering control of himself.

Amber eyes widened before the blond chuckled roughly. There was a mere six feet between them and in two long strides Watari covered the distance. He leaned in mere inches from the shadow masters aristocratic features watching the shock and disquiet in those azure eyes he had watched and lusted after for 30 years. The shadow master was used to the scientist invading his personal space whether sitting on his desk or leaning in to fix his computer but never like this. He had never seen amber eyes so alive and saddened.

The Blond spun away from the Kagetsukai and faced the orchard scenery of falling Sakuras. Almost in a whisper he began, “Do you know Tatsumi-san……..how easy it is to fall in love with you?” the blond seemed to shiver as he spoke those words, a warm smile a rosy blush sweetly in place. Tatsumi’s eyes widened in surprise, not believing his ears.  How could this beautiful…….beautiful…… doll…..standing before him consider him worthy enough to fall in love with him, a penny pinching heartless murdering bastard. Was it not just the alcohol messing with the blond’s mind?

“Your eyes, your hair, your hands, your intellect, your very personality is so maddeningly attractive……” The blond trailed off admiring the full moon shining brightly over Meifu.

Tatsumi silently moved up behind him as the blond lifted another cup of sake to his lips. He took a long drink out of the shallow sake cup his grip loosening even before it left his lips. The blond slouched back against the shadow masters solid form even as shadows shot out to salvage the falling sake cup. Trapping the slight blond in an embrace of shadows and arms, the shadow master studied the elegant features in the glow of moonlight and brushed away a few wayward strands of gold silk that danced across porcelain features.. He watched him awhile until the blond’s little owl came flying in panicked at the sight of her sleeping master. Tatsumi silently contemplated his scarce choices. Take Watari back to his own house or take Watari back to his place…….It was not really a choice. With the amount the Shinigami had already drunk, even the miraculous shinigami metabolism wouldn’t prevent him from doing something stupid like trying to go to earth and jump of a bridge. He would have to take the blond and his owl back with him and keeping out of trouble, at least for the rest of the weekend until he recovered lest he reject the Kagetsukai and insist on being sent home.

With a quick dash of shadows scrambling though the lab, Tatsumi ensured that it was safe and chemical free, At least for the moment. Gathering the blond and his owl close he transported them all to his apartment. With the blond cradled safely in his arms he carried him into the bed room and laid his out on the bed. Were Watari awake he would have surely remarked on the unusual class and care that had been given to Tatsumi’s bedroom. Including black satin sheets and together with maroon bedspread and pillow cases finished with oak panel flooring throughout the apartment and soft carpets strategically placed before the tv, glass walls and bed. Barely freeing himself from Watari’s dead weight, he found dazed amber eyes looking at him pleadingly and pulling him towards the blond. Tatsumi stood a moment gazing into amber before finally giving in. he settled down in the soft bad allowing the blond to snuggle closer and wrap his arms around his slim waist, knowing well that the blond would hate himself for it in the morning. He loosened a few buttons on his shirt and fell asleep instantly exhausted by the day work.

The internal alarm in Watari’s head blared 4.00 in the morning. However it felt odd. He did not feel the cold hard desk beneath his cheek, instead there was something warm and soft, in fact he even had his arms around it and it was holding him. what the hell is this damn thing? He wondered as his blurry gaze settled on Tatsumi’s fine features. He shot up immediately scrambling for his glasses. Did he really sleep with Tatsumi? Gods…..he was just way to easy. Hands on his face he didn’t notice Tatsumi sitting up behind him.

“Tell me Watari-san how easy is it to fall in love with me….” The shadow master kissed the blonde’s neck softly, pleased at the scientist gasp and shiver at his touch.

Watari turned facing the brunette but never meeting his eyes for more than a moment. Eyes cast downwards he begin to ramble:

“Tatsumi-san I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to force this on you like this...In fact I think I’ll leave now.....and I…I….I’ll  see you tomorrow.” The blond stuttered making a move to leave.

“in that case…….” Tatsumi said softly reaching out fot the scientist retreating hand, and pulling him onto the bed, “let me tell you, you silly thing, how easy it is to fall for you.” Tatsumi said softly, humour dancing in the depths of spectacular blue. “Tatsumi-san…….” The scientist voice shook visibly as Tatsumi begin to kiss his wrist. Suddenly, the scientist began to writhe, wanting to break loose and quietly called out for Tatsumi to stop. Tatsumi frowned into the troubled face.

“Seii………I’d like to go home now……” Watari said in a small voice.

“Watari-san…..If that is what you wish” the shadow master immediately withdrew into himself. Watari almost regretted his words but if he actually said all those painfully honest words to about Tatsumi to Tatsumi and was being pitied for his misplaced affections, he didn’t want it. Even of it meant giving up Tatsumi and those wonderful weekends but he had to explain it to Tatsumi so that he understood.

Watari gathered himself and walked into Tatsumi’s tastefully furnished hall. The mani had abandoned his vest but had straightened his mused shirt and donned his customary coat and sat stiffly in his arm chair by the glass wall. at the sound of Watari entering he rose and walked over to the disheveled and dejected looking blond keeping a distance between them. The blond glanced at him,apprehensive, to say the least. Then he began,

“Tatsumi-san……I want you to understand that I’m really terrible sorry if I misbehaved or embarrassed you in anyway but I don’t want you to do me favors or take pity on…..” The blond said voice small and a little shaky.

“Did you think I did it because I felt sorry for you?” Tatsumi silenced the blond mid sentence. The blond’s eyes widened in disbelief, What exactly was Tatsumi saying?

Suddenly swept into a whirlwind of arms, a searing hot kiss descended on his lips angry and needy. Clearly frustrated and torn between the blond wanting him and rejecting him.

“now you listen here, you damn air headed scientist,” Tatsumi snapped. “I don’t do things because I feel sorry for people. If that were the case I would have personally bought Tsuzuki a share in that damn sweet shop of his. You hear me Yutaka Watari? You’ve made me fall for you every step of the way so you damn well better think twice before running out on me.” Tatsumi gave the blond a few moments to react before he kissed him again, a long slow kiss this time, gentler than before.

The broke the kiss as neither could control their mounting excitement. Amber met blue as a question remained silently unasked in fiery gold-brown depths. “Do you mean it?” Those eyes questioned. The blond smiled quietly already relieved and unspeakably happy and contented in that punishing grip.

In silent answer Tatsumi begin to kiss him, slowly first exploring uncharted territory. One soft kitten pink tongue darted between the shadow master’s willing lips to taste him in totality. Just as the delicate taste of tea and lingering sake combined, Watari found himself deliciously pressed against the kagetsukai’s wall. one firm thigh pressed between his legs while the shadow masters gentle hand gently lifted his left thigh to settle on his hip. Moaning and arching into the added contact, the blond felt the shadow master’s arousal through the constricting material of his slacks. Watari fought to stay conscious but his mind was deliciously fuzzy with the gentle treatment of Tatsumi’s lips on his, a hand on his leg and behind his neck. The last coherent memory was of Tatsumi settling with him into bed for the second time. Lost in that warmth he would never want to wake up.

7:45pm: Bad Dreams
Title: Bad Dreams
Fandom: Sukisho
Pairing: sora/sunao
rating; pg-13. implications only. xD
warnings: spoilers!! alert!! you have been warned. 
Summary: after the lab, sunao gets bad dreams........
Disclaimers: i do not own any part of sukisho. i just enjoy playing with characters.

Hashiba Sora was asleep. The pale moon cast an eerie glow over the inhabitants of the room which included Fujimori sunao. Hashiba’s childhood friend. The two had done everything together before they were captured by a scientist named Aizawa. After being captured the pair were constantly subject to personality control test. Just recently they had escaped Aizawa’s clutches once again. Hashiba’s forgotten memories had returned while Fujimori’s old ones were n now complete. There were no more missing pieces.

 

From across the room, Fujimori’s desperate calls reached Hahira’s sleeping mind. The young adolescent was tossing feverishly on the bed. In his dream he was hurtling down the corridor with kuu-chan by his side suddenly he slips and kuu-chan is gone. He calls out frantically. “Kuu-chan, kuu-chan…..don’t leave me!!….kuu-chan!!”

 

Hashiba opened his eyes sleepily to see Fujimori standing next to his bed. But this time was different there was no annoyed warnings to go back to bed, instead Hashiba got up. Although the room was dark he could still make out the other’s features. Fujimori’s head was hung low. There were tears streaming down his face.

 

“Kuu--….chan…don’t leave me”, he whispered, “kuu-chan….”

He held on to Hashiba desperately. His slender hands grabbed the material of Hashiba’s customary black top.

 

“Fujimori……” Hashiba stood up. He looked down at the youth whose eyes were brimming with tears of misery.

Hashiba gathered him into his arms and held him gently. He kissed his eyelids as he felt the youth’s body racked with huge sobs. He whispered soothingly, calming the distraught youth.

“Fujimori….its alright. I won’t abandon you….Fujimori-kun……”

Finally the two settled on the bed. As Hashiba leant against the backboard of the bad, Fujimori sunao curled up comfortably snuggling closer to him. Sora gently stroked his forehead, pushing back strands of pink hair that had fallen across his face. Carefully, Hashiba removed his sweat soaked shirt, revealing pale flawless skin underneath. Fujimori shivered. The pair finally fell asleep with Hashiba holding his lover protectively.

 

Sunlight came pouring through the window. Fujimori was no longer curled but stretched fully against Hashiba, making it infinitely more comfortable. He was also topless. A loud knocking interrupted their slumber.

 

“Kuu—chan...” Fujimori called.

 

He was positioned in an incriminating way such that he was entangled in Hashiba. One of his arm’s lay across Hashiba’s chest while he himself slept on his side pillowed by Hashiba’s left arm. The knocking came again. Louder this time.

 

Fujimori peered over his shoulder, heavy-eyed, at the door. Suddenly Matsuri burst in. camera at the ready. The picture looked bad. Fujimori’s bare back was centered while his heavy lidded eyes had a vague ‘morning after’ look to them. Before they knew it they had been caught. Hashiba sat up abruptly. He stared at Matsuri who stared back.

 

“Matsuri?”

 

A slow smile crept onto Matsuri’s face as he raced out of the room and down the corridor, laughing at the top of his voice. Fujimori eyed Hashiba guiltily. “Gomen-ne” he apologized profusely as he picked his shirt of the floor.

 

“Why?” Hashiba asked innocently,

 

“You didn’t do anything wrong. As for Matsuri we’ll get him later. There problem solved.” Hashiba jumped out of bed energetically.

 

Fujimori was still staring at him. Still topless. His jeans hung unusually low about his hips. “Hashiba…..” he looked away trying to hide a red flush that had crept into his cheeks.

 

Hashiba merely waved and said “I’m going to take a shower.” And walked out of the door leaving Fujimori to fend for himself. When nii-chan and nanami-chan saw it there would be no more saving the situation. Fujimori sighed, but still he didn’t regret spending the night with Hashiba. It was nice to be held that way even if it was because of a bad dream…….