Punishment

A/N: This was something I wrote for the prompt "TsuSoka: spanking" on an LJ community, but ended up never posting, until now.

"You're so irresponsible! I can't believe you did this again after all the work I did trying to work out a budget for you," Hisoka yelled, slamming his fist against the bureau in their hotel room.

"I'm sorry, Hisoka! I didn't want to buy the cookies, honest! But the little girls selling them kept insisting, and telling me how they needed the money for a trip, and how no one else would buy them, and then they started to cry --" Tsuzuki rambled, whimpering pitifully like a lost puppy.

"I don't want to hear it," Hisoka grumbled, turning his gaze away from his partner's pathetic display of emotion. He hated the damnable puppy act, and the apologies. Why couldn't Tsuzuki straighten up and act like a man for once, Hisoka thought with a scowl.

It seemed like they had been fighting non-stop on this latest assignment, and all Tsuzuki did was curl up with his tail between his legs as usual and make Hisoka feel like the bad guy. He spared his partner a reluctant glance, and shook his head. Despite all of his childish behavior and slacker attitude towards his job, Hisoka had a grudging admiration for his partner. Tsuzuki was the most powerful shinigami in existence, so much so that Hisoka could feel the raw energy and strength radiate from him when he confronted an enemy in their line of work. It was the kind of power he longed for, and when he saw it in action, it filled him with a sensation he had no words to describe.

"I've had enough of this crap," Hisoka said with disgust, grabbing the box of cookies in question from Tsuzuki's clutches. "I'm going to talk to Tatsumi about cutting you off entirely from any access to our finances."

"But Hisoka --" Tsuzuki whined, his eyes falling on the snatched sweets.

"No. It's the only way," Hisoka said firmly, turning towards the door.

"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki called in a small voice.

"What is it now?" Hisoka asked, turning back with a sigh.

"Um, can I at least have the cookies?" Tsuzuki asked hopefully.

"You've got to be joking me," Hisoka said, grinding his teeth, a vicious gleam in his eyes. "There is absolutely no way in hell I'm letting you have these cookies."

Expecting another whimpering protest from his shamed partner, Hisoka was nearly caught off guard as Tsuzuki's demeanor turned almost feral as he dove for the box in his hands. Hisoka jumped out of the way, only to lose his balance as Tsuzuki met the ground and grabbed his leg, dragging him down with him. The scuffle that ensued was as violent as it was ridiculous, the two men fighting fiercely over possession of the box with matched stubborn determination.

A nasty bite, various scratches, and split lip later, the battling partners reached the pinnacle of their struggle as Hisoka rolled to his feet and made for the open window, dangling the cookies tauntingly from the three story drop.

"You wouldn't," were the only angered words Tsuzuki managed to choke out before watching his hard fought for prize released glibly from Hisoka's fingers.

Hisoka's triumphant smirk faded, and he shivered with anticipation as the older man towered over him in fury. The tension between them crackled with electricity as darkened violent eyes bore into his.

"You dropped my cookies out the window," Tsuzuki said with disbelief, his hands twitching at his sides as he closed in on Hisoka, pinning him to the wall with his body.

"So? What are you going to do about it?" Hisoka asked challengingly.

Hisoka gave a surprised yelp as Tsuzuki grabbed him forcefully and flung him face first across the nearby bed. He tried to spring back up, only to find the breath knocked from him as the other man's form fell upon him. Subdued for the moment, he gave a muffled cry as Tsuzuki sat up and pulled him across his lap, feeling the other man's large hands pin him down as he struggled.

"Tsuzuki, let go of me!" Hisoka cried out indignantly, his anger swelling further as the other man laughed at him.

"Oh, no. I've got you where I want you now," Tsuzuki purred over him. "That was a very nasty trick you pulled Hisoka. I think you should be punished."

Hisoka loathed himself as much as his captor, as the smug words sent a tingling sensation down his spine. He'd never been more turned on, and he flushed with embarrassment at his situation. To his ever lasting mortification, his current position made it impossible for his partner not to notice.

"Oh, I think you want to be punished," Tsuzuki whispered, leaning close, and grazing his partner's arousal teasingly with his knee. "Yes, I'd say you're all in favor of the idea."

"Tsuzuki, please," Hisoka moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily at the contact. One of Tsuzuki's hands loosened from its grip, giving his ass a firm squeeze.

"Please what, Hisoka? How do you think I should punish you? I think you're begging for a spanking," Tsuzuki said, kneading him through his jeans.

"Oh, yes," Hisoka blurted out against his will, moaning from the delicious friction as he ground against his captor's lap.

"You're such a bad boy, aren't you?" Tsuzuki taunted, sliding his fingers beneath the waist band of Hisoka's jeans and boxers. "I think it would be letting you off too easy to leave your pants on, don't you?"

Before Hisoka could even give a non-sensical, lust ridden response, Tsuzuki had worked open his fly and was pulling down his jeans.

Hisoka felt indescribable humiliation, mingled heavily with relief and pleasure, as Tsuzuki laid his bottom bare for inspection.

"Hmm, I can’t wait to spank this cute little thing raw," Tsuzuki said with a growl. Hisoka squirmed impatiently, as the first hard smack fell across his naked flesh, then another.

Tsuzuki set up a swift pace, loud smacks and groans of pain and pleasure resonating throughout the room as he spanked the boy. Hisoka gasped and hissed at the sting of a particularly hard slap, grinding his groin into Tsuzuki's thigh.

"Alright, I think you've learned your lesson for now," Tsuzuki said, releasing his partner and rolling him unceremoniously onto his back. The chagrined young man gave a cry as the mattress met his sore bottom, glaring up at Tsuzuki, his arousal only somewhat softened.

"You -- you bastard," Hisoka spat with frustration, as Tsuzuki straightened his tie and stood from the bed.

"And that's what makes this a punishment," Tsuzuki said with a satisfied smirk at Hisoka's condition. "If you want a reward, don't come between me and my cookies."

Hisoka muttered and cursed to himself, pulling his pants back up and wincing from both the pain of his rear and from his delayed gratification. Catching himself fleetingly wondering if he could still rescue the cookies for the mentioned reward, he sighed with self-loathing, slamming the door behind him as he left the room.

A/N: I've actually written most of a second part for this that is already longer than the first, so, if I get a positive response to this one...?