Reward

“I never thought I’d see the day when I was docking Hisoka’s pay for structural damages,” Tatsumi said with a heavy sigh. “I mark it up to your being a bad influence, Tsuzuki.”

“What? Why are you dragging me into this? I’m innocent for once!” Tsuzuki said, receiving only a suspiciously raised eyebrow from his supervisor.

“Stupid Terazuma should really be the one getting in trouble,” Tsuzuki grumbled under his breath. “Stupid, dog monster turning jerk.”

Hisoka remained silent during the exchange, a curious, wicked little smile on his face. Tsuzuki had been delighted, of course, at his partner’s recently revealed penchant for kinky behavior, but he still felt a bit unnerved, wondering what was going on in his lover’s mind.

Over the past week, he never new whether to expect tender lovemaking or a heated, aggressive attack when they were alone. Well, he knew one thing: Hisoka definitely kept him on his toes.

Hisoka seemed to revel in having Tsuzuki take a dominant role in the bedroom. It made Tsuzuki happy to indulge the boy’s fantasies. He’d have never imagined during the years he’d quietly longed for his partner, that one day it would be Hisoka who encouraged him to explore such sensual possibilities in the bedroom.

But even with his growing confidence in private, which, to Tsuzuki’s pleased observation, had bled through to other aspects of the boy’s life and made him more at ease, there where still things that Kurosaki Hisoka feared deeply.

“Oh, Soka-chan! Yoo-hoo!” two petite blonde girls chanted in unison as the two men left Konoe’s office.

“No! What are they doing here?” Hisoka moaned, hiding behind his partner.

“We always come down after the first thaw. We just couldn’t wait to see you again!” Saya squealed, clapping her hands.

“How is our darling Tsuzuki?” Yuma cooed, as the two girls flung themselves at the dark haired shinigami, giggling.

Tsuzuki beamed, with a near-girlish giggle of his own, as he took the double assault good naturedly, nearly thrown off balance by their enthusiasm.

“Better than you could ever imagine,” Tsuzuki said with a broad grin.

“Is little Soka baby being good to you?” Saya asked with a knowing wink.

“He he, you bet,” Tsuzuki said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously at the loaded question, more or less designed to get him killed, in light of recent events.

“We’ve got presents!” Yuma said, whipping out an enormous bag from behind her back.

“I think it must be fate that Pink House has their annual clearance sale right at the end of winter, don’t you?” Saya gushed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Hisoka’s eyes widened in blatant terror.

“Tsuzuki, I think I left the stove on this morning,” Hisoka with a strained squawk, attempting to dash around the little blondes blocking his escape route.

“Not so fast!” Yuma bellowed, her eyes flashing scarily as she grabbed the fleeing boy by the collar. “Don’t you want to see what we brought?” she added sweetly.

“Yeah, Soka-chan, we worked so hard to save up for all the pretty things we bought you,” Saya said, her lip trembling.

“We only did it because we love you so much,” Yuma chimed in, sniffling.

“Oh, Hisoka, you made them cry,” Tsuzuki whimpered, looking at his lover pleadingly.

Hisoka growled and sighed, trying to shake off Yuma’s tenacious death-grip, and glancing helplessly at three sets of watery eyes.

“All right, already!” Hisoka snapped, glaring at them. “I’ll look at the stuff. But I’m not wearing any of it!”

“Great! I new you’d be excited!” Yuma said, immediately snapping out of her mournful state.

“We have our presentation all set up in Watari’s lab!” Saya chirped as they dragged the struggling boy down the hall, Tsuzuki nearly skipping in pursuit.

Watari’s lab was all but unrecognizable as the foursome walked into the room, lavish hot pink bolts of silk draping the walls, bright spot lights spinning dizzy patterns over the floor, and techno music blasting loud enough to make teeth rattle.

“I’d been meaning to redecorate,” Watari said with a grin, as he took in the pair’s shocked looks, his hair pulled up with bows of lavender silk in high plaits upon his head. “Isn’t it marvelous?”

Hisoka was crammed down into an office chair by the girls and wheeled over to one of the silk curtains.

“Tsuzuki, you’re dead,” Hisoka muttered.

“What did I do?” Tsuzuki whimpered.

“We wanted to give a fashion show, but we couldn’t find any models,” Saya said with a pout.

“Yeah, Wakaba had almost talked Hijime-chan into it, but he wasn’t your size,” Yuma said, shaking her head.

“Thank God for small mercies,” Tsuzuki said with a shudder, as the girls pulled aside the silk drape, revealing the first mannequin.

“First, we have the tarty Lolita,” Yuma announced, waving her arm at the aptly titled attire.

“Here, we see the super ruffly , ultra short skirt, perfect for those little panty shots and accentuating those long, pale legs,” Saya said, playfully bouncing the bunched lace of the crinoline hem.

Hisoka squirmed, his discomfort in no way aided by the dropped jaw of his nearby partner.

“And next,” Yuma said, pulling away the next curtain, “We have the super fetish maid, with neko ears!”

“Again following with the theme of short skirts and barely there panties!” Saya said. “An outfit that just screams, ‘What can I do for you, master?’ “

Hisoka’s face burned, his arms crossed tightly across his chest, his gaze distracted by the strange wave of emotions he was sensing from beside him. Is Tsuzuki drooling? he thought with horror.

“And for the finale, we save the best for last with the super naughty nightie of seduction!” Yuma said, as Saya pulled away the final curtain.

There was no mistaking the lust of Tsuzuki’s reaction to the final get-up, Hisoka discovered to his dismay, gazing with agonized awkwardness at a gauzy white baby doll negligee that was completely open at the front, save for a tiny ribbon, and sloped back at the hips to reveal lacy thong panties with garters and white silk stockings.

The wave of lust and excitement emanating from his partner was enough to make him feel faint, his mind not even registering the girls’ enthused commentary, as his breaths became shorter. Unable to take it any longer, he jumped to his feet and left the room.

“Hmm, wonder why he ran off like that?” Tsuzuki said, tearing his eyes away from the lingerie at last.

“Oh, please. Even I could read your mind just now,” Watari said, shaking his pigtails.

xxxx

“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki asked, peeking his head into their office.

“Leave me alone. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Hisoka said, hunched over a piece of paper and scribbling across it with his pen. Tsuzuki stepped inside, looking over his shoulder.

“It looks to me like you’re just drawing two men carrying a large banana,” Tsuzuki said, cocking his head curiously to the side. Hisoka muttered something about Saya, Yuma, and being impaled with a katana blade, before scrunching up the paper in his fist and tossing it aside.

“What do you even want? Besides -- besides,” Hisoka trailed off, flushing, his hands shaking.

“Besides?” Tsuzuki asked in confusion.

“Besides making me dress up like a girl,” Hisoka groaned, swiveling around in his chair with an accusing look.

“Who said I --,” Tsuzuki began, palms up innocently.

“Then would you mind explaining this?” Hisoka said, pulling out a Pink House catalog that had been tucked under the clutter of Tsuzuki’s desk.

“Everyone gets junk mail,” Tsuzuki said weakly, swallowing hard.

“Oh, right, everyone gets junk mail,” Hisoka mocked, flipping open the booklet. “Junk mail where the outfits Saya and Yuma just brought are circled with little hearts.”

“All right, you caught me,” Tsuzuki said, looking at the carpet. “They were going to buy something anyway, so I just thought it might be fun if I picked them out this time.”

“I’m not a girl, Tsuzuki,” Hisoka said with a frown. “I don’t wear lace, skirts, pink ribbons, silk stockings, or,” he paused, blushing deeply, “panties.”

“I know,” Tsuzuki said with a shrug. “I just think it would be kind of hot if you did.”

Hisoka fumed, staring him down.

“Not all the time!” Tsuzuki said defensively, starting to pout. “Just like, every now and then, when we’re alone and no one else can see you.”

Hisoka turned his nose up, looking away.

“And it’s not because I think you’re a girl or anything like that, I swear. I just -- I just think it would be kind of hot because you’d be doing it for me,” Tsuzuki said, whimpering. “And you’d look so damned sexy.”

Hisoka remained silent, though his gaze had fallen to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Tsuzuki said. “I’m not asking you to do anything, and I never expected you to. But you wanted me to explain, and I did.”

“It’s okay, baka. Let’s just get back to work, okay?” Hisoka said quietly.

TBC...