Punishment

“Good morning, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki called as his partner entered the hotel lobby. “Ready to go home?”

Hisoka gave a short grunt, not meeting the other man’s eyes, shoving his hands deeply in his pockets and stalking out ahead of him.

So he’s just going to act like nothing happened? Hisoka thought to himself as he flung open the glass door and walked out to the sidewalk. He couldn’t keep his mind from the previous evening in Tsuzuki’s room, when the childish struggle after their argument over Tsuzuki’s spending habits had taken a most unexpected turn. He blushed deeply, remembering the thrill he’d gotten from Tsuzuki’s suddenly dominant nature and the way the man had held him still and teased him. Hisoka usually feared not being in control, but to submit to a man so powerful, a man he secretly admired and trusted…

“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki said, breaking him from his thoughts. “Um -- you’re going the wrong way. We were going to go around back so we could transport without anyone seeing us, right?”

Hisoka noted his surroundings, realizing that he’d walked rather quickly towards the side of the small café next door.

“Right,” Hisoka said, keeping his gaze on the sidewalk and turning around.

“Oh, wow, I wish we could stop and eat before we went back,” Tsuzuki said longingly, glancing in the window of the restaurant. “Remember the breakfast we had here yesterday? It was so good.”

Hisoka glanced with annoyance at his partner’s wide-eyed, hopeful expression.

“Maybe we could have if you hadn’t splurged on those damned expensive cookies,” Hisoka spat out irritably before he could think, and froze as Tsuzuki’s gaze met his.

“I thought that issue had pretty much been laid to rest, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said firmly, in a way that made Hisoka’s heart beat faster. Hisoka tore his eyes away, pushing past the taller man and stomping back the way he had came.

“You’re the one who really deserved punishment,” Hisoka grumbled. “I wasn’t the one who spent all of our money.”

Tsuzuki said nothing, and followed. Hisoka sped up deliberately, leaving him a few paces behind as he strode back in front of the hotel building.

As he neared the hedge that lined the side of the building, an object caught his eye. Glancing back to find Tsuzuki ambling slowly behind him, he quickly snatched the small box he found nestled in the bushes with a look of amazement, and shoved it into his jacket before turning the corner.


“Good work,” Tatsumi said, after the partners gave their account of their latest case in Chief Konoe’s office. “I’ll be expecting the written report by tomorrow.”

Hisoka smiled to himself, feeling the edge of the box press into his chest beneath the jacket. He’d played over the possibilities the object in question allowed him in his mind, and had reached a decision.

“Oh, Chief Konoe, we brought you back something sweet like you asked,” Hisoka said, glancing at Tsuzuki from the corner of his eye as he presented his boss with the cookies. Hisoka reveled in the slack jawed look of shock, as his partner recognized the box in question, with a feeling of smug satisfaction.

Chief Konoe had barely gotten out a reply of thanks before he and Tatsumi were treated to a most curious display of behavior from their employees. Hisoka swiftly ducked from where his partner lunged for him, and darted out of the door with the older man in quick pursuit, leaving the other two men to look at each other in bewildered confusion.

“You sneaky little bastard!” Tsuzuki bellowed, as he chased Hisoka through the busy front office, weaving around a startled Watari, and nearly knocking Wakaba to the floor.


Terazuma Hijime was having an awful day. The alarm hadn’t woken him, he hadn’t had time for a shower, and when he’d quickly glanced in the refrigerator to find something quick he could wolf down on the way, he’d discovered nothing inside that did not have a week’s worth of green mold. Not to mention he’d even considered calling in after the humiliation he’d suffered the previous day when Wakaba happened upon the cache of unsent love letters tucked away in his desk drawer, while looking for a pen.

Muttering to himself, and quickly going over the excuses he’d stayed up half the night concocting to explain away her discovery, he scarcely even noticed the small blonde boy barreling towards him with a look of desperation as he entered the door. It barely even registered, as said small form nearly crashed into him. And he wasn’t sure he comprehended, as the green eyed boy gave a breathless apology, placing as quick peck on his cheek and scurrying out of the way as he transformed.


Hisoka whistled to himself, and calmly, slowly opened the door to reveal the one who had been pounding upon it, nearly an hour later back at his apartment.

He tried very hard to conceal the look of triumphant amusement at the bruised and disheveled form of his fuming partner waiting outside. Really, he did.

“Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said, with a tone that was chillingly even despite his obvious anger. “You’ve been a very naughty boy today.”

“Served you right,” Hisoka said, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. “You can’t always get your way. Deal with it.”

Tsuzuki strode into the room, shutting the door behind him before grabbing Hisoka’s slender wrist and jerking him towards him.

“So you’re not going to make this any easier, I take it?” Tsuzuki asked, looking down at him, eyes dark with starvation and need.

“Never,” Hisoka managed to gasp, before Tsuzuki crushed his mouth with a searing, ravenous kiss. Hisoka wrenched back, grabbing Tsuzuki’s tie and dragging him back towards the low futon in the corner of the room. “I want you while you’re still hungry.”

Tsuzuki moaned as he was pulled down with force onto the sprawled form of his partner. Taking control, he caught both of Hisoka’s wrists and held them over his head, straddling the boy’s narrow hips.

“What am I going to do with you?” Tsuzuki asked, looking the panting boy up and down as if he didn’t know where to start.

“Teach me a lesson?” Hisoka asked mockingly, a little smirk pulling at his lips.

“You really want me to --?” Tsuzuki asked soberly, his eyes questioning. Hisoka shushed him, with an abrupt nod, not wanting to break the spell of their little game.

“You really like it when I boss you around, don’t you?” Tsuzuki asked with a grin.

“Baka,” Hisoka chastised, annoyed once more at the break in character, and squirmed.

“Sorry,” Tsuzuki whispered, earning a glare before clearing his throat and gripping Hisoka’s wrists tighter. “Let’s see, how should I punish your impertinence?”

Hisoka rolled his eyes as it became apparent after a pause that Tsuzuki really was at a loss instead of just teasing. Struggling against his constraint, he lifted his head and whispered in Tsuzuki’s ear.

“Oh my, that’s really kinky, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said, his eyes widening, then clouding with lust, earning him another impatient squirm from his captive.

“You were better at this last night,” Hisoka grumbled, then yelped with surprise as Tsuzuki released his wrists and grasped his shoulders firmly, forcing him onto his stomach.

“No, I don’t think I will take suggestions, delicious as yours are,” Tsuzuki said, his voice taking on the silken timbre that had delighted Hisoka so much the previous evening. “I have my own ideas.”

Hisoka trembled with anticipation, feeling both nervous and excited at what his partner might have in mind.

“You know, last night’s little punishment obviously didn’t have much effect,” Tsuzuki said, his breath warm against Hisoka’s ear as he pressed into his back. “And not only that, it left me unsatisfied, too.”

Tsuzuki pushed up Hisoka’s shirt, fingers slowly stroking up the boy’s spine as he pulled it off over his head, catching his arms in the sleeves and binding them beneath their combined weight.

“You obviously want something,” Tsuzuki said tauntingly, one hand snaking around to cup the boy through his jeans. “So I think it’s only fit that I make you earn it after the way you behaved, don’t you?”

“What do you want me to do?” Hisoka gasped, bucking slightly as Tsuzuki touched him.

“Anything I say,” Tsuzuki whispered, biting Hisoka’s earlobe lightly and making him moan with desire.

“Anything,” Hisoka agreed with a desperate, mesmerized murmur.

Tsuzuki rolled off and released him, sitting back on the small bed. Hisoka raised up, flushed and perplexed, looking at him uncertainly.

“Strip,” Tsuzuki said simply, watching him with a lust laden gaze.

Hisoka stood awkwardly, his sudden freedom from the confinement of Tsuzuki’s weight and touch shocking his system. But as he turned his eyes to his partner, he felt once more the indescribable ecstasy of being under the other man’s control, as he unhurriedly shed his clothes and left his lean body bare before the heat of Tsuzuki’s watchful stare.

Tsuzuki’s punishment of the boy was quite calculated and aptly applied at that moment, as the older man refused to say or do anything but take in the sight of the self-conscious, naked boy before him at his leisure. Hisoka blushed and shifted his weight from foot to foot, as Tsuzuki reclined with all the casualness of a spectator, violet eyes burning over exposed flesh, taking him in inch by inch with his gaze.

“Baka,” Hisoka whispered, his cheeks burning.

“Turn to the side, and lean slightly on that chair,” Tsuzuki ordered, ignoring his complaint. Hisoka felt near tears at the humiliation, but strangely had never felt more alive, loving and loathing his treatment at the same time in a way he could not describe.

Tsuzuki murmured his approval, his eyes trailing down to the curve of the boy’s rear, and began to unbutton his trousers. Hisoka whimpered with frustration as he saw the man begin to pleasure himself, leaving him standing there, cold and untouched.

“Don’t you want to touch me?” Hisoka finally blurted out, his face burning. Tsuzuki ignored him, Hisoka feeling a shockwave of desire as he peeked at the older man’s now exposed erection, fully sporting a painful one of his own.

“I -- I could touch you,” Hisoka suggested, squirming in agony and unconsciously rubbing himself against the back of the chair.

Tsuzuki paused in consideration, before sliding his feet to the floor and sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Explain,” Tsuzuki said with a smirk. Hisoka gaped at him.

“Ex--,” he began to question.

“Tell me what you want to do,” Tsuzuki said, spreading his legs and leaning back on his hands, presenting Hisoka with an unfettered view.

“Let me touch you. Please,” Hisoka begged, starting to turn towards him.

“I didn’t give you permission to move,” Tsuzuki said. “Continue.”

“I -- I want --,” Hisoka hissed with dissatisfaction. “I want you to let me do that.”

“Do what?” Tsuzuki asked.

“Pleasure you,” Hisoka said through grinding teeth. “I want to. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so politely, I guess I can allow that,” Tsuzuki said with a smirk. “Permission granted.”

Hisoka crossed over to him with a tense hobble, gingerly descending to his knees at Tsuzuki’s feet. Glancing up timidly, he began to cautiously explore, placing his fingers on Tsuzuki’s weeping member.

Emboldened by the other man’s pleasured moan, he took him in his hand and began to stroke him firmly. Tsuzuki gasped, thrusting into his fist, as Hisoka gazed at the pulsing organ in his grip, fingertips grazing the pearl of pre-come at its tip.

Hisoka licked his lips, his heart beating faster, as he hesitantly swiped the head with his tongue and tasted him. Tsuzuki cried out with surprise.

“Yes, do that again,” Tsuzuki said, his hands gripping the boy’s shoulders tightly.

Hisoka complied, licking the head of Tsuzuki’s cock with fervor at the command. Hisoka felt Tsuzuki’s fascination with watching his darting tongue, and the heady rush of power he made the other man feel, increasing his own enjoyment of the act with an added element of vivid, vicarious sensation.

“Suck me,” Tsuzuki demanded with a raspy whisper that made Hisoka’s mouth water, as he obeyed, wrapping his lips around him and taking him into his mouth.

Taking in as much as he could handle, his own saliva lubricating the glide of the fingers which still grasped the base of Tsuzuki’s cock, he began to bob his head and savor the warm flesh he guided back and forth across his tongue.

His mind raced in disbelief at his current situation, unbelievably turned on at the thought that he was kneeling, naked and sucking his partner’s cock like a wanton whore, giving in to the other man’s demands. If this was how “punishment” made him feel, he’d be certain to misbehave more often.

He fought as he felt the strong hands on his shoulders try to pry him away, a whining sound deep in his throat as he was pulled so soon from his feast and forced to look up at Tsuzuki, whose face was flushed.

“I think you’ve more than earned a reward, so let’s stop before I explode,” Tsuzuki said breathlessly, a gentle smile on his face.

A/N: Part three is in the works, dears, so don't fret.