ficcage! "Touching Patterns" (YnM)
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kikoteiTitle: Touching Patterns
Rating: PG-13, maybe leaning close to R
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Date Completed: April 2, 2005
Warnings: Touching!! Boys touching boys in publicly inappropriate ways. ::grins::
Notes: This was highly inspired by rereading volume 4 of the manga, in particular Tsuzuki's round in the archery competition. Puuuuurrrr.
Also this has not been beta'd by another person. I did go through and beta as best I could. This is also my first piece of completed fiction writing in a *long* time.
I'm right where I want to be. Sure, later I'll probably opt to bitch and whine about how embarrassing this is, but for now, I think I'll stay.
I run my hands slowly up Tsuzuki's arms; fingertips carefully tracing the contours of each muscle as they quiver with tension and barely restrained power. My fingers dance over each line, following them as they touch and intersect, the patterns graceful in a way only nature can achieve. His shoulders stand in far greater relief than his arms, the muscles bunched and knotted from the effort of holding back, from keeping his body distanced from my own. My hands finally rest as they reach his neck, fingers lacing and locking at the nape, tangling in his hair.
"Hisoka..."
"Don't even think about leaving, Tsuzuki."
Tugging gently, noiselessly asking Tsuzuki to stay, to come closer. He capitulates, slowly and carefully dropping to his elbows, still trying to keep some distance. I can feel only the barest touch of his emotions; so tightly reined he is keeping himself.
"I want to see those eyes again. I want that look directed at me, those predatory, possessive eyes."
"... I don't think..."
Upping the ante, I shift my legs, bracketing his hips with my knees and digging my bare feet into his calves. Using my feet and an appropriate amount of wriggling, I urge Tsuzuki's body lower, finally bringing us into contact. The warmth and solid *weight* nearly distracting me from the moment I was waiting for, a break in his concentration, his emotions leaking out in now recognizable patterns. I find a considerable amount of lust, tinged with a touch of self-disgust. Ahh, now I understand.
"Don't even start to think that, Tsuzuki. I want you here, like this, with me."
A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, drawing my eyes from his for a moment. That smile, the one I've only seen him give to me. A special one, just meant for his partner.
"I want to be here, with you."
~End~
Rating: PG-13, maybe leaning close to R
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Date Completed: April 2, 2005
Warnings: Touching!! Boys touching boys in publicly inappropriate ways. ::grins::
Notes: This was highly inspired by rereading volume 4 of the manga, in particular Tsuzuki's round in the archery competition. Puuuuurrrr.
Also this has not been beta'd by another person. I did go through and beta as best I could. This is also my first piece of completed fiction writing in a *long* time.
I'm right where I want to be. Sure, later I'll probably opt to bitch and whine about how embarrassing this is, but for now, I think I'll stay.
I run my hands slowly up Tsuzuki's arms; fingertips carefully tracing the contours of each muscle as they quiver with tension and barely restrained power. My fingers dance over each line, following them as they touch and intersect, the patterns graceful in a way only nature can achieve. His shoulders stand in far greater relief than his arms, the muscles bunched and knotted from the effort of holding back, from keeping his body distanced from my own. My hands finally rest as they reach his neck, fingers lacing and locking at the nape, tangling in his hair.
"Hisoka..."
"Don't even think about leaving, Tsuzuki."
Tugging gently, noiselessly asking Tsuzuki to stay, to come closer. He capitulates, slowly and carefully dropping to his elbows, still trying to keep some distance. I can feel only the barest touch of his emotions; so tightly reined he is keeping himself.
"I want to see those eyes again. I want that look directed at me, those predatory, possessive eyes."
"... I don't think..."
Upping the ante, I shift my legs, bracketing his hips with my knees and digging my bare feet into his calves. Using my feet and an appropriate amount of wriggling, I urge Tsuzuki's body lower, finally bringing us into contact. The warmth and solid *weight* nearly distracting me from the moment I was waiting for, a break in his concentration, his emotions leaking out in now recognizable patterns. I find a considerable amount of lust, tinged with a touch of self-disgust. Ahh, now I understand.
"Don't even start to think that, Tsuzuki. I want you here, like this, with me."
A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, drawing my eyes from his for a moment. That smile, the one I've only seen him give to me. A special one, just meant for his partner.
"I want to be here, with you."
~End~
