Reward

Hisoka drug his feet while walking home, thinking over the humiliating and infuriating day he’d had with a frown. He was all too aware of his looks, that he was forever trapped like a fly in amber, his youth and delicate beauty forever preserved with his death as an emaciated, terminally ill teenager. It was enough that he would forever appear to be a wide eyed child, but did he have to be emasculated as well?

Hisoka’s mind drifted back to the look of fascination and lust on Tsuzuki’s face as he looked at the ridiculous things Saya and Yuma had displayed for them, and sighed. Entering the bedroom of the small house he rented, he was reminded of all the sexual games he had initiated with his partner since Tsuzuki had stirred a longing in him that he never even knew he had. Sure, Tsuzuki enjoyed it, but was he not also compromising just a little? Tsuzuki played the role of demanding what he wanted from him, but did he hold back, with unspoken boundaries of what he knew Hisoka was comfortable doing?

Hisoka threw the large pink bag on the bed, the contents spilling across the sheets. He imagined Tsuzuki ordering him to dress up for him, giving him that same crazed look of longing he’d given the mannequins in Watari’s lab.

'I just think it would be kind of hot because you’d be doing it for me', Hisoka heard Tsuzuki say in his mind, and shivered.

xxxx

“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki asked, finding the door unlocked. He’d been a little surprised when his partner had invited him over that evening. He didn’t think that his younger lover was exactly angry with him, but had got the impression that he was just annoyed enough to call off their usual after work activities for the night.

Something smelled delicious, he thought, gravitating towards the dining area, where he found the table had been set for one, tall white candles illuminating the scene softly.

“Have a seat,” Hisoka’s voice called from the kitchen. Tsuzuki obeyed, when Hisoka emerged from the shadows. It was probably a good thing he was sitting down, he thought, as his eyes focused on the vision before him.

Hisoka stood, bowing demurely, his blonde hair crowned with a lace cap with ginger cat ears peeking out from its sides. The frilly top of the maid’s uniform rested off of narrow shoulders, accentuating the ribbon collar about the boy’s long neck.

“I’ve nearly prepared your supper, Master,” Hisoka said softly. “Would you like some wine while you wait?”

Tsuzuki’s hand trembled, as he placed a tentative touch to Hisoka’s bare outer thigh, exposed by the tiny skirt which just barely covered his hips.

“Master, please,” Hisoka said with protest. “Your supper will be ruined.”

Tsuzuki nodded dreamily in agreement, as Hisoka turned towards the kitchen, Tsuzuki enjoying the view greatly as the skirt rode up over his rear as he toddled away awkwardly in his high heeled shoes, the ginger tail that matched the ears swishing to and fro.

Tsuzuki wasn’t entirely certain whether or not Hisoka was making good on his threat to punish him in return or not, as his senses were assaulted by the promise of food and sex while he was forced to sit still and wait. He reached the conclusion that Hisoka had to be at least somewhat evil in his intensions, however, as the boy stood close and bent over just a little further than necessary to fill his glass, swatting his wandering hands away with a playful smirk.

At last, after an all too sensual show of arranging the floral centerpiece, and fixing his plate, Tsuzuki was at least able to indulge in one of his cravings, digging in to an immaculately prepared dish of grilled fish and grated daikon.

“Is the yakizakana to your liking, master?” Hisoka asked, wiping the corner of Tsuzuki’s mouth with a napkin. Tsuzuki grabbed his hand, kissing his wrist, and looking up at him lovingly.

“Best I’ve ever had,” Tsuzuki said, his voice gravelly.

“I’m glad to know that you are pleased, master. I need to finish desert now,” Hisoka said, smiling wickedly as he slid his hand from his lover’s reach and went back towards the kitchen.

Tsuzuki realized, that for the first time in his life, he was resenting prolonging his meal with sweets.

Tsuzuki watched in silent torment as Hisoka even showed a talent for making the clearing of plates look sinful, grateful when the boy at last came to deliver a desert of castella cake and green tea ice cream. Tsuzuki looked at the skillfully iced peach atop his sponge cake with a warm smile.

“That’s beautiful, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said, and looked up with a slight frown. “Aren’t you going to eat anything? It doesn’t seem right that you don’t get to eat, too.”

“I’ve already had my supper,” Hisoka said slowly, walking around the table towards him, “but I guess I still have room for some desert.”

Hisoka pushed his shoulders back gently, slinking into his lap.

“Will you feed me, master?” Hisoka asked with a purr.

Tsuzuki’s heart beat so fast, he was wondering if it were possible for shinigami to go into cardiac arrest, as he fed a spoonful of ice cream and cake to his lover, Hisoka licking the spoon with a small murmur of approval. He captured his lips at last, devouring the small, cold mouth, still tinged with sugared frosting.

“Enjoy your desert master. I have something else in mind for mine,” Hisoka said, breaking their kiss and sliding down Tsuzuki’s body towards the floor.

Tsuzuki’s mind reeled, all his deepest desires realized, as Hisoka freed his long neglected erection from his trousers. Tsuzuki watched, mesmerized, as Hisoka began to suck him, the soft cat ears tickling him as he was taken in entirely into the still slightly chilled, moist cavern.

“Hmm, yes, Hisoka,” Tsuzuki murmured, his hands caressing the soft bare shoulders of his lover. The combined intensity of knowing Hisoka would put on such a show just for him, the sight of the boy crouched before him and the mind-blowing skill of his partner’s current activity were too much for Tsuzuki, and it didn’t take much for him to come. His fingers dug into tender flesh as he groaned with relief.

Hisoka gave a satisfied hum, pulling back slightly and lapping up his release with long, leisurely strokes of his tongue, eyes closed.

“Would you like for me to draw you a bath master?” Hisoka asked, peering up at him at last.

“Will you join me?” Tsuzuki asked, running the back of his hand across Hisoka’s cheek. Hisoka shook his head.

“I’ll be retiring to the bedroom to wait for you,” Hisoka said, rising onto his feet and turning his back to him. “Unzip me?”

Tsuzuki gave a low rumble in his throat, as he pulled down the zipper on the back of the satin uniform, placing hot kisses down the boy’s back as it was uncovered. Hisoka trembled, leaning back into his touch, and giving a pleasured gasp as Tsuzuki swiped his tongue over his tailbone.

Pulling away reluctantly, Hisoka shot his lover a heated look over his shoulder before walking off towards the bathroom.

TBC