No One Will Ever Know

Tsuzuki gasped, threading his fingers into the honey gold hair at his lap, reeling at the glorious sensation of Hisoka’s warm, eager mouth taking in his shaft. He gave in for a moment to the hypnotic drone of Hisoka’s grunts and the wet smacking sounds as the boy sucked him, before shaking himself to his senses with a great deal of effort and concentration.

“Hisoka,” he hissed, pushing his partner back gently by the shoulders. “Not again. We can’t keep doing this here.”

Hisoka slid Tsuzuki's cock out of his mouth, looking up at him irritably before struggling to his feet.

“Fine. If you want to have a hard-on while watching me do paper work, then that’s your decision,” Hisoka said sulkily, and went to his desk.

“Hisoka,” Tsuzuki said with a pleading tone, not wanting the boy to feel rejected, but at a loss as to what was the best decision in the circumstances. “Of course I want you right now. I want you so bad that it hurts. But this just isn’t the place.”

Hisoka said nothing, plucking a pen from his immaculately organized desk and hunching over the file he had been going over before he’d decided to turn his attentions to Tsuzuki.

These little abrupt decisions had been happening pretty frequently lately, Tsuzuki thought with a sigh. Hisoka had been unusually preoccupied with seducing his partner during work hours these days, working them into compromising positions whenever and wherever he got the urge. Tsuzuki was a little concerned. After all, Hisoka was supposed to be the responsible one in their partnership.

“Is something bothering you?” Tsuzuki asked, chewing with frustration on his thumbnail, and trying to will away his erection.

“Yeah. I’m horny and you’re paranoid,” Hisoka muttered with a shrug.

“But we’re at work!” Tsuzuki protested. Hisoka spared him an apathetic look.

“And we still get our work done,” Hisoka said, standing and walking back towards him.

“But anyone could walk in on us,” Tsuzuki whimpered weakly as Hisoka undid his tie.

“Don’t you think that’s kind of a turn on?” Hisoka purred, leaning in to nip at his throat.

“When did you become such a hentai, Hisoka?” Tsuzuki said with a shaky laugh.

“Where have you been? Anyway, it’s your fault,” Hisoka said, climbing into his lap. “Who is it that likes to give me spankings and dress me up in silly outfits?”

Tsuzuki murmured with consent at the point made, kissing him passionately. He’d definitely done his part in introducing new things in the bedroom. That cute little schoolgirl uniform he’d recently invested in had paid for itself handsomely, he thought gleefully, picturing Hisoka’s long legs adorned with loose socks whilst resting on his shoulders, the pleated skirt pushed up high for a view that was pleasing indeed.

“You worry too much, Tsuzuki,” Hisoka whispered. “No one will ever know what we’ve been up to.”

xxxx


They’re at it again, Watari thought with a grin, pressing his ear to the door of Tsuzuki’s and Hisoka’s office. Tatsumi rolled his eyes, pretending he hadn’t noticed, and continued on his way.

It had become a routine part of his day, something to look forward to after taking a break from his tireless studies and experiments, looking in on his insatiably sex-crazed co-workers. Having peeled back a corner of the decidedly ineffective sheet of opaque paper taped across the window of the door from the inside one day while the partners were out on assignment, Watari had provided himself with a view to seemingly endless entertainment.

Funny how no one else seemed to notice the little peep hole he’d fashioned, he thought, quite pleased with himself and his little secret.

Watari bit his fist, unconsciously becoming a bit intimately acquainted with the door knob, as he watched Hisoka’s full, pink lips wrap around Tsuzuki’s cock. They hadn’t grown bold enough to venture beyond the frequent hurried blowjob, as far as Watari had seen, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain. He’d held a certain fascination with the imagined activities of the attractive couple, and it had been with more than a little delight that he’d discovered their recently developed penchant for living dangerously in the workplace.

“How in the world does Tsuzuki talk pretty little Soka-chan into doing such naughty things?” he mused to himself, a shudder running through him as he saw the young shinigami’s long lashes flutter, revealing a molten pool of green that he could have almost sworn swept over the door in their rolling gaze.

xxxx

A sound from behind had the blonde scientist nearly jumping from his own skin, and he whirled around to find himself regarded by disapproving red eyes.

“He -- Hello, Terazuma-san,” Watari said with a startled giggle, wiping at the glass with the corner of his lab coat. “These windows get so dusty, don’t they?”

Hijime gave a grunt and kept going down the hall, glancing back to find Watari still glued to the window.

It hadn’t been the first time Hijime had caught the scientist loitering outside of the lazy slacker’s door. Curiosity had gotten the better of him the last time, and after Watari had been called away reluctantly by Tatsumi, he had stepped out from the corner to find out what had the blond so entranced.

He had been little prepared for what he saw. He wouldn’t put anything past Tsuzuki, but Hisoka? How had that useless bastard coerced his beautiful little partner into such an illicit affair?

And he’d scarcely had a chance to recover from the sight, when, but a day later, another was far more clearly burned into his mind.

This time, he’d walked into it very much by mistake, on an innocent errand to the archive storeroom to fetch some records for Wakaba. He knew he should have took off from the tell-tale moans from behind the tall bookshelf, but he couldn’t control the urge to peek through the parted books to the other side.

It made him sick, the way Tsuzuki was ravishing the gorgeous, slender body before him, Hisoka’s bare legs wound around his waist as he thrust into him. Hisoka arched back, moaning with pleasure, and providing Hijime with an all too clear view of Tsuzuki’s engorged member sliding in and out of the boy’s stretched passage.

Okay, maybe sick wasn’t the right word, Hijime thought, as he fell silently upon weakened knees and wiped at his bleeding nose.

Just another reason to hate Tsuzuki’s guts, he’d thought angrily as he near crawled back into the hallway. He thought of the first time he had allowed himself to regard Hisoka’s beauty, when he had been required to kiss the boy at the archery contest, and the unexpected way it had effected him.

Sure, the agreed upon explanation known to others for his transformations was the touch of a woman, which had, once upon a time, seemed to be a safe way of describing it, but the truth was far more complicated. It could be more aptly put that Hijime’s other form took control when he came into direct contact with anyone he felt an overwhelming degree of lust for.

Hijime watched from around the corner as Watari gingerly ambled away on his own mission of release, and cautiously approached the door.

Hisoka had apparently finished his service, but was still crouched before his lover suggestively. Hijime froze, as large green eyes seemed to meet his through the window, one winking as Hisoka licked away the evidence from the corner of his mouth.

“Did you hear that, Hisoka?” Tsuzuki asked, looking up in alarm as a howling, crashing chaos of noise erupted outside of their door, and gradually faded as its source seemed to be traveling quickly down the hallway.

“Hear what?” Hisoka said, brushing off his knees and turning back to his desk.

xxxx


“Be prepared to leave tomorrow morning,” Tatsumi said, concluding their briefing.

“Feel free to discuss your assignment here in the conference room. The nice, empty conference room that no one is using,” Tatsumi said with a shifty look, backing out of the room slowly.

“Is it just me, or is Tatsumi being weird?” Tsuzuki said, staring after him with a puzzled look.

“Tatsumi is weird,” Hisoka said with a disinterested shrug, pulling himself up to sit on the table before his partner. “So, you ever wanted to fuck me in the boardroom?”

“Hisoka!” Tsuzuki cried, looking about wildly as though he expected someone to step out from nowhere. “What in the world has gotten into you these days?”

“Fine. If you don’t want to then I guess we could start going over the details of the case file,” Hisoka said, reaching for the envelope on the table beside him. “You know, slowly, tirelessly dissecting every minute detail of the investigation. There’s a lot of information here, so get ready to take some notes--”

“Now, now, let’s not get carried away here,” Tsuzuki said, throwing up his hands and laughing. “Tatsumi did say we had the room to ourselves. Funny how he made a point of pointing that ou--”

Tsuzuki was cut off by a searing kiss.


Tatsumi quietly entered the darkened booth next door. He wasn’t entirely sure why the meeting room was equipped with a two-way mirror, and had often speculated, but right now he didn’t particularly care. He was just grateful for the thought that he was the only one who knew about it. Not only would it be entirely too humiliating for his employees to know that he, too, held a fascination for Tsuzuki’s and Hisoka’s recent penchant for workplace encounters, it would possibly discourage the lack of inhibition required for the desired results of this little set-up. After all, he seriously doubted someone as shy as Hisoka would be giving in once more to Tsuzuki’s shameless advances if he knew there was a possibility of someone else watching.

He felt around the room, only dimly lit by the glow of light filtering through the glass and found a chair, already quite distracted by the delicious sight of Tsuzuki pinning his partner against the boardroom table.

Soon he was mesmerized by the sight of Tsuzuki’s beautifully sculpted chest as his young lover eagerly helped discard his shirt and jacket, allowing his eyes to roam over the body of his former partner in a way he rarely allowed them to do.

The passion with which the pair kissed as Hisoka slid further back onto the table, made Tatsumi smile. They really did seem to love and need one another, and he was glad that Tsuzuki had found happiness at last.

He wished there were some way to hear them as well, and looked to see if there were some device set up for him to do so, as he had never used the booth for spying before, when he distinctly heard a low moan. And it was not coming from the boardroom.

Whirling about in his seat, he instinctually used his powers to lift the shadows from the room.


“Um, Hisoka?” Tsuzuki asked with wide eyes, looking up from where Hisoka stretched before him on the table.

“Hmm?” Hisoka murmured distractedly, irritated at the loss of Tsuzuki’s lips nibbling his neck.

“Why are Tatsumi, Watari and Terazuma watching us through a window that wasn’t there when we came in?” Tsuzuki asked.

“What?” Hisoka asked, turning onto his elbow and gazing back to where two of the voyeurs were frozen in shock at being caught in the act. Watari smiled and waved.

Tsuzuki slowly waved back, still looking confused, before a look of anger came over his face.

“Wait a minute! Those perverts are spying on us!” Tsuzuki cried, pulling himself up and stomping towards the door without even bothering to put his shirt back on. “Why I ought to --”.

Hisoka crawled off the table, giving the scrambling trio on the other side of mirror a knowing smirk before shaking his head and following Tsuzuki.

Finis

A/N:This one is less explicit, and shorter than the others, I know, but I hope you've enjoyed it anyway. If you have any ideas or requests for another TsuSoka story, feel free to let me know. ^u^