Another day another dollar: An RP with Rhea and Paurie

Rhea-sama · Another day another dollar: An RP with Rhea and Paurie

Okay.. so this will be divided into way more posts than my other one for a) easier readability and b) easier editing XD

Initial warnings: Heavy, heavy flirting and later.. adult action. If you're underage do me and P' a favor and don't get us arrested for corrupting a minor XD
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Watari often stayed the night at the Ministry. In fact, there were numerous running bets as to how often he would go home. Therefore it was not an uncommon sight to see him lurking the corridors at three AM, sprawled out on the mattress in his lab, or raiding the break room fridge at five in the morning. However, this morning he was bent over the table in the breakroom, a hot pocket beeping plaintively in the microwave every few minutes--long since gone cold. His neck was bent at an impossible angle and his back surely had the startings of several cricks.

Tatsumi had actually woken himself up, thinking on whether or not Tsuzuki had finished his report from a case he and Hisoka had finished a few days ago. Not caring about the time, he had called up the slacker to confirm.

"I-I... I'm sorry, Tatsumi-san. I'll get right on it tomorrow, I promise!"

Liar! Lies! As if he believed any work related promise Tsuzki offered him.

And so, being the oh so kind man he was, Tatsumi had returned to the Ministry to finish the other man's work. Don't think of him as being too kind, he'd be sure to torture the lazy bastard in the morning. He would-

Tatsumi paused as he walked by the break room, recognizing long blonde locks of hair belonging to the figure inside. He did his best to ignore the position of the scientist...

'Sleeping....?' he thought, now standing beside the other. He leaned his head down to get a glance at what Watari had popped into their new microwave. 'Dear God, a hot pocket? And going to waste...'

Tatsumi was just full of generosity this early morning, because he was kind enough to reach his hand over the blonde head and open the microwave door for Watari.

The door smacked Watari on the head, waking him sharply. He shot up, winced at the sudden pains in his muscles and pinwheeled his arms as he tried not to fall backwards over the chair. " Unh!! Wha-!? Who? What!? Hunzubah.. Try that again I dare you--oh. Hi Tatsumi." The blond smiled up at him, rubbing his neck, now that he realized just what was going on. "What brings you here this morning?"

"Work." He answered simply, crossing his arms, feeling the need to give off a "don't mess with me now" aura. Not that it ever worked on this one, though... "You'd better eat that hot pocket," he told the man sternly.

Again, he ignored the way Watari looked. And he damn well ignored that voice in his head that commented "cute" to his reaction to earlier.

Watari wrinkled his nose. "You think I put it in there for fun? Of course I'm gonna eat i--Aw man! It's cold! Furshluggening..." Watari growled at the microwave and slammed the door shut, punching in another thiry to forty-five seconds on the keypad. He rubbed his head. "Damn insubordinate machine.." He stuck his tongue out at it.

Tatsumi quickly lost that cold aura of his as soon as the mad man started abusing the machine. "Easy, baka! Break that and see what-"

Realization dawned on him then. His voice fell cold again, "Watari-san...." he started, "how exactly did you say our last microwave 'died' on us??"

Watari cringed a little. "Well I--it was evil Tatsumi! The thing was clearly possessed! It started it!!" The blonde actually looked a little fearful here at the memory. "It was trying to catch 003 and bake her!" His eyes watered a little at the memory. "I couldn't just let her get exploded in the microwave!"

'Don't bring in water works on me.' he thought, thinking back to times he had tried the same exact thing on those chickens, the Gushoshin. (It hadn't worked either, dammit)

He reached out with both his hands, placing them on each side of the blonde's head, making sure he had eye contact. Sharp blue eyes fixed themselves on gold. He spoke low, but softly. "I really doubt that if 003 had gotten caught by the microwave, that she would have 'exploded,' Watari." Voice a bit more serious, "And if I see you abusing this machine again," he clenched his hands a little around that head, "they'll never find your body." :insert evil look in eyes here:

Watari pouted, hiding away his fear. "You're heartless you know that? And she could! Haven't you ever seen what happens to a hamster in the microwave? It would be just like that! And then I would have had to clean out the inside of the microwave, and nobody would understand because you all don't care about poor 003--" Watari continued rambling, kansai accent lilting up and down.

Tatsumi released the man's head as soon as he put together the words, "Haven't you ever seen what happens to a hamster in the microwave?"

'Note to self... Always, always knock before entering that lab from now on.'

He felt his eye twitch trying to follow the rambling words coming from Watari's mouth. He noted how awake the scientist now sounded, too.

An idea came to him as to how to get the man to hush up. "Watari, where is 003?"

Watari frowned. "I dunno. Probably in the lab." The microwave beeped and Watari took out his reheated hotpocket. He bit into the end, hissing a little as the contents burned his tongue. Suddenly he stared suspiciously at the appliance. "You didn't.. get her while I was asleep did you!?" he bent down to look in through the door. "Oh no..doesn't look like it." Watari froze again. He cursed through his teeth and handed the hot pocket to Tatsumi, and then took off careening towards the lab "Mycomputerohshit!Herequickhangontothis! ZERO ZERO THREEEEEEEE!!"

That earlier voice in Tatsumi's mind that had dared relate Watari to "cute" was now speaking a different tone. A warning.

He shouldn't follow. No.

He should get to work like he had planned on when he came, that's what he should do.

Well, Tatsumi had ignored that voice before, so why not now? He wasn't a cat(or a hamster) after all, so no harm in a little curiosity, right?

So Tatsumi followed after the rushed man, hot pocket in hand.

What was ensuing in the lab was nothing short of an epic battle. Well, at least a horror scene of epic proportions. Watari was suspended in the air, raised by electric wires around his neck, turning his face red, cutting off the circulation to/from his neck. A hand clawed at these wires while the other reached vainly for 003 who was entangled in another set of constricting wires. The actual monster manipulating these was nowhere to be seen. Another set of wires latched themselves around Watari's outstretched hand.

Rhea-sama

Well.....

There were alot of different things running through the secretary's mind right then. So many, that he zoned out for a moment.

Senses alerted the shinigami of something beside him, and he turned sharply, seeing a wire slithering on the floor, fast approaching him.
For some reason, his first instinct was to stomp on the thing. Which he did.

Tatsumi decided to take this as a serious matter, no matter how... odd it all seemed. Shadows came to life at his will, slicing wires that held Watari and his owl captive. (Another appearing beneath so that the man didn't get harmed from the fall.)

Poor Watari's hot pocket had been smashed in Tatsumi's hand (by accident), the hot contents causing him to curse under his breath. (and inwardly think "ew")

Watari wasted no time in snatching 003 and fleeing--read "stumbling"-- from the lab. He slammed the door behind him, rubbing his throat, which had ugly bruise marks from the wires circumscribing it. He coughed, sinking to the floor, as his windpipe un-crushed. When it had reinflated sufficiantly enough to let his vocal cords vibrate he gasped out, "T'sumi...<wheeze> T-ell Te'azuma...'is n'ernet.. <wheeze> surfii'y hrights.. h'revo..k'd." His eyes fell upon the hot pocket. "Weeeeh my br'hkfast!" He snatched the remains out of the Secretary's hand, craddling it carefully in his hands.

An ill mood setting in, Tatsumi reached into his pocket for a tissue to clean off his cheese covered hand. 'How does it not burn him.' he thought, annoyed, watching Watari mourn over the loss of his breakfast.

Feeling he was being watched, he directed his attention to the owl eyes on him. Literally. He scowled at the creature through his lenses, returning the favor of being watched. (He really didn't like animals focusing on him.)

003 hooted meekly and settled on Tatsumi's shoulder, squeezing his ear gently in her beak. A thank you perhaps? Watari continued to make inarticulate noises from his seat on the ground. The marks ringed around his neck were still deep and unhealthy in shade.

The small gesture, though he would never admit it, quickly dispelled the ill mood that had been setting in.

His features softened, Tatsumi knelt down in front of Watari, silently lifting up the man's head from under his chin with one hand and
gently inspecting the marks on his neck with the other.

"What time is it?" he asked casually, looking over the horrid bruises on Watari's neck over his glasses.

Watari shrugged, tilting his head back, allowing Tatsumi to probe his neck. "'Unno.. Fi'e.. thir'y?" He swallowed painfully. Damn that
computer! If he ever got his gender potion to work the first victim would be the vessel for the resident misogynistic shikigami. And for the second time that morning he felt curiously flush...

"Early enough." He said, standing up. It had dawned on him that he wasn't the one that should be looking at the injuries on Watari's neck. He wasn't the doctor.

~Perhaps a quick gander at the blonde's ivory neck is all you wanted.~

Honestly, that voice was quickly getting on his last made-of-iron nerve. Where in the hell it had come from was beyond him. 'Maybe lack of sleep was it's birthplace.' he wondered.

"We could go grab something to eat, if you like, after I finish up here." he offered. 'It was just a damned hot pocket!' he screamed mentally, seeing as how Watari still had his eyes set on it.

Watari stood and discarded the remains of his hot pocket with a sigh. It'd been his last one! He stuck his hands in his pocket. "Terazuma. Computer troubles. Said I'd fix. Something..happened. Not sure. Think it was Penguin.. accident...PC started coming to life on its own..got ornery..thought it was asleep. Couldn't think. Needed food. Went to make breakfast. Fell asleep.."

Tatsumi turned to face 003, who was still placed on his shoulder, as if to silently ask her if she had understood a word of that.

Yes, having each other's company in silence sounded good right about now.

Tatsumi simply nodded his head. "Ah." he replied to the explanation.

"I need to go by Tsuzuki-san and Kurosaki-kun's office for a moment. Do you need to finish up... whatever it was you were doing? Or was the calamity in your lab your reason for being here so late?"

003 nestled herself comfortably on his shoulder, ignoring the odd look Watari gave her. He nodded at Tatsumi wearily. "Calamity. Do what you need..." He ran a hand over his chin, frowning thoughtfully.

He was about to head in the direction of Tsuzuki's office when Tatsumi saw Watari run his hand over his cheek. Maybe it was nothing, but he found himself already wording his worry. "Are you alright?"

Watari waved a hand. "'ll be fine. Just...sore." He sighed and glared at the door to his lab again. You win this time... computer... This time..

'Sore? Did a wire get him on the face?' Tatsumi thought over, turning to head down the hall. Strange, but he didn't see any kind of mark on Watari's face...

"Don't you want to stay with him?" he asked 003, a small smile on his face. Okay, so the little darling was slowly growing on him.
003 shook her head in the negative and fluffed herself up, nudging him in the jaw gently. Apparently she felt breakfast was a good idea too.

Rhea-sama · Matilda-san

In the middle of writing out Tsuzuki's report, Tatsumi has started to loose some of that kindness he had about finishing one's work for them. So, he didn't completely finish for Tsuzuki.

On top of the report, a small note was left: "Tsuzuki, I took the liberty of starting your /late/ report for you. If I so much as see you glance at the sweets table this morning, it'll be very unpleasant. Finish this first, then get your cavity junk. ~Tatsumi"

"Dare we go and find your master?" He teased 003, though he deep down feared returning to lab to fetch Watari.

003 hooted in the affirmative this time, though it was touched with a slight wariness--understandable after this morning's events.

Still, she was worried about her silly human. He had a tendency to do foolish things from time to time.

These fears were unfounded at the moment, for Watari was in the break room, scribbling furiously in a notebook as he 'strategerized' his counterattack against the hellish computer gone wild.

Seeing Watari with pencil and paper sent cold chills down his spine, and he froze for a moment, thinking of going back. The bird would be plenty company!

Swallowing down his fear, he entered the room. Well, he was at that door. "Ready?" he called.

Watari looked up and smiled brightly, off-setting the bright red welts still branded on his neck. When he spoke however, his voice sounded a little surer. "Yeah." He shut the journal and stuck it in a pocket. He looked at 003 hopefully but she merely turned her head away snootily. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. Fine, be that way.

Tatsumi saw Watari rolling his eyes and took it as a sign of not really into going out for breakfast. 'Be that way.'

Now Tatsumi was going to do something rare; let someone else choose where to dine. "Where would you like to go?"

He'd only be paying for himself of course.

Watari scratched his head. "Hmmm...ooh! There's this lovely little German cafe I like going to. We're early enough that there shouldn't be a wait or anything and it's relatively inexpensive..plus the owner owes me a favor." He smiled.

German cafe? Sounded nice to him, but...

Tatsumi pointed to the companion on his shoulder. "Will this one be allowed?"

Watari chuckled. "Are you joking? Matilda-san loves 003. Bring her along. We get a service discount if she comes." He stepped up to Tatsumi and pet his bird on the head fondly, all jealousy forgotten for the moment.

Tatsumi had to try and not step back as soon as the tall blonde had come forward. (Very close!) "Well..." he said a little uncomfortably. "Let's head out."

Tatsumi took hold of Watari's shoulder since it was he who knew where they were going.

Watari smiled and ghosted out of sight. Reappearing later with Tatsumi outside his favorite restaurant. It was a good thing Matilda believed in the adage "the early bird gets the worm," as the little boutique had been open since four in the morning. It was almost empty, though there were a couple early-morning commuters nursing coffee and German pastries inside.

Watari strode in through the doors, in his usual loud and boisterous manner, earning himself a couple glares from the other two patrons. (Though they'd seen the eccentric blond before and they knew what to expect by now.) His voice was still a tad raspy though as he called out in very bad German, "Guten morgen Frau Matilda-san~!!" A deep, but effeminate voice from the kitchen called back at him irritably. Her German wasn't nearly so accented as Watari's.

"Luter? Bist das du? Du weißt nicht so laut am Fruehstehn sein. Setz sich und halt die Klappe! Gib mir eine Moment!" Watari turned to Tatsumi, and whispered cheerfully.

"Oh that's right, I forgot. Matilda-san knows me as 'Luter.'" His grin broadened. He moved to a table and gestured for Tatsumi to sit across from him.

Tatsumi had stood and watched as Watari exchanged words(that he didn't understand) with the German woman. Again, his hand found it's way up to pet 003 on his shoulder.

He snapped out of his "petting trance" when Watari had addressed him. "Luter?" he questioned, sitting himself opposite side of the table.

Watari nodded. "I was on a case. She mentioned I looked like someone she knew.. " He sighed. He hated that part of the job. The fact that despite looking nothing like someone, the connection to the dead automatically made mortals associate one with their special person. Matilda came over bearing a cup of tea and a warm pretzel lightly covered in butter and salami slices. She almost dropped the plate when she saw the marks around his neck.

"Luter! Dein Halls! Gott in Himmel! Was ist.. was ist passiert!?" Watari smiled at her and took his usual from her.

"Einen Unfall. Alles in Ordenung." He paused to smile over at Tatsumi. "Matilda-san, may I introduce you to a friend of mine? This is Tatsumi Seiichiro. Would you get him a menu please?" Matilda smiled and switched flawlesly to Japanese.

"Of course Luter. Good Morning Seiichiro-san." She bowed to him.

Thankful to hear Japanese again, Tatsumi bowed his head in greeting as well.

His heart went out to Watari, knowing full well what he meant. Times like this were when Tatsumi was grateful to be left at the Ministry to
deal the problems of a secretary. Though the reason he no longer took on cases wasn't just the problem of dealing with mortals.... Sad amethyst eyes came to view in his memories and he sighed. He reached up to take 003 in his hand and hold her, petting the small fuzz ball made him feel better. Maybe he should find himself a furry companion as well.

"What's your usual here?" he asked Watari. "Any suggestions?"

Watari's eyes crinkled into a smile as 003 cooed happily. He thought for a moment. "I think you'd like the kaiser roll sandwiches. I don't know where she gets her meat, but the salami and wurst she put on it is phenomenal." He stopped to grin. And you cannot tell Tsuzuki what we're getting for desert. He will go bankrupt faster than you can say Schwarzwalde-kirschetorte. Black Forest cake. Matilda-san promised me some last time."

"I hadn't planned on telling Tsuzuki at all, actually." Tatsumi commented, continuing to run his fingers through soft feathers. (He never knew you could pet a bird like any other pet.)

Something scurrying around on the floor all the way across from the room caught his attention.

Rhea-sama · Luter-kun& Flirting

Watari was cutting his pretzel-sandwich up into manageable chunks so he didn't notice the scuttling...creature. He rubbed at his cheek which was now sporting a small bruise. Hm. Some wire must've hit him there after all. He impaled a section of his breakfast on his fork and put it in his mouth, chewing a lot more thoroughly than he normally would have. He winced a little when he swallowed but grinned anyway. Maltilda's cooking was worth it.

Tatsumi's mouth was forming into a half frown trying to figure what on earth he was looking at. (Maybe he needed new glasses.) It wasn't a mouse, he knew that. It was green!

Whatever it was could fly! The thing came flying across the room and landed on the edge of their table, Tatsumi looking for anything to smash/kill it with. (No, he's not taking off his shoe!)

Watari almost choked on his second bite of food. "Gaaah! Was in Himmel!?" (Apparently Watari was more fluent in German than he let on.) He pulled his plate away from it protectively.

Tatsumi had snatched up a newspaper someone was kind enough to leave behind and he began rolling it up. Or he was going to, but the... thing had began walking around on the table, antenna's moving back and forth, making it looks harmless.

Placing the paper back, Tatsumi urged the green bug onto his free hand. (He still had 003! Hope she doesn't want to eat the thing...)

Matilda came over with Tatsumi's kaizer roll sandwich and noticed their visitor. She bowed deeply to the two of them. "Oh! I'm so sorry. Luter-kun likes to get out of his cage. He's harmless I assure you. I keep him around the store for luck. I'm fixing his cage right now, if it doesn't trouble you, would you keep an eye on him?"

Watari smiled brightly at her. "Aww, you named it after me? We'll look after him, won't we Tatsumi?" Without waiting for the man's answer Watari waved the woman away--which was unnecessary as one of the other patrons had hailed her, wanting their receipt. As she left however, Matilda shot Watari's injuries another glance and muttered (rather audibly) under her breath. "'Einen Unfall' indeed! Quatsch!"

Watari smiled as she retreated, sheepishly rubbing at his neck. "Matilda-san doesn't like my line of work I don't think. She says I get into too many 'accidents.'"

"It's your own fault. You should stop playing around with all those potions before you turn your hair green." he commented rather sharply, 003 still in one hand, "Luter" in the other. And for a moment, the image of Watari with green hair ran through his mind and scrunched up his nose. Nothing better happen to those golden locks of hair...

He sat there, softly glaring over at the other. (If there is such a thing.) "What happened?" he asked, referring to Watari's cheek. "I didn't think you had gotten injured on your face?"

Watari brought his hand away from his neck sharply and took another semi-painful bite of pretzel-sandwhich. "If I wanted to turn my hair green, I'd just go swimming." He commented blandly. He ran a finger along his bruise thoughtfully. "I dunno. Coulda happened anytime. Takes awhile for bruises to form, ya know?" He sighed. "I really hope these neck marks fade quick. I don't wanna answer the same question all day..."

"When it begins to become too much for your nerves, just start answering that it was a sex injury." Tatsumi smirked. Now where that had come from... 'It would certainly be entertaining.'

Watari totally lost his composure for a moment, almost falling forward for a second. Just as quickly however he recovered and shot Tatsumi a lecherous grin. "Hmm didn't think you of all people would know about something as dark as the strangulation kink Tatsumi. There must be more to the straightlaced secretary than meets the eye." His grin widened. "Of course, you know being their nosey selves they're going to ask who gave it to me. And were that the case I'd be forced to say you, since you told me to tell them that's where the injury came from. And then, how else would you know what I should tell people if you hadn't been involved?" He smirked and took a sip of tea. "'The mouth is the source of all disaster' indeed....Seiichiro."

Tatsumi Seiichiro did not blush, he didn't. He wouldn't allow it.

His blasted ears on the other hand, felt as if they could burst into flames at any moment. The heat of them making his head a little fuzzy. Or maybe that was an add on to what Watari had just told him. (Damn him!) He wouldn't let him win.

A dangerous glint flashed in his blue eyes. "Involve me anyway you like, Yutaka." he replied expressionless. "Seeing the marks on your neck may give more of a warning to some of the more lazy workers around."

Ah, wonderful, his ears were ringing now. Too bad he couldn't hide them behind hair...

He tossed Luter over to Watari without warning, gently placed 003 back on his shoulder, and excused himself. He needed to find the restroom, some cold water and a paper towel, something!

Watari would have laughed in triumph, but the bug tossed his way was rather distracting.

And for future reference Watari did not shriek--albeit a little raspily--like a five year old girl.

After overcoming his shock Watari downed his tea with a shaking hand. Stupid pale skin and obvious blushing!!

Rhea-sama · Black Forest Cake <33

((More..dangerous flirting here XDD))

Tatsumi quietly apologized to 003 for bringing a lady into the men's room. Though.. when he thought about it, she'd had to have been used to it with Watari. Damping a paper towel, he began patting his ears one at a time. "Your master seems to think he can get the one up on me." he told her. "Good to see you didn't pick up any habits of his... Such as that smarting off mouth."

Ears cooled down, (no more redness!), he went back to their table, sitting himself down and acting like the previous conversation hadn't happened at all. He got a quick reminder when glanced back over at the blond and the residue of a crimson blush he carried on pale cheeks. Raising one brow, and a sharp(small) smirk he asked, "All right over there?"

He cursed his skin again and restrained himself from lobbing any cutlery at the man across from him, but it didn't prevent his skin from flaming up again. (The small bruise on his cheek a dark spot in a sea of red.) He gritted his teeth into the facsimile of a smile and ground out the words. "Why yes Tatsumi I'm fine. What would give you the impression otherwise?"

Not looking at the other, and finally starting on his breakfast, he answered, "Looks like you're rather flushed from here."

He took his first bite of his food, silently thanking Watari for the suggestion. It was a very nice change, he'd admit that.

Watari spluttered over his own breakfast, hastily swallowing and then started to lie wildly. "No! I am not! So untrue!" Said the man who was currently auditioning for Rudolph the Reindeer's nose...

Tatsumi had glanced up just in time to catch the act of the other, finding it all quite humorous. He chuckled softy at the scene, his eyes lighting.

Clearing his throat Watari composed himself. Eyes closed, he continued to eat his breakfast, slowly. Maybe if he didn't look at the other man, it wouldn't be so ba...And Watari was struck by a brilliant idea. However, it would have to wait until their cake arrived. Instead he stettled for opening his eyes, which glittered oddly, and smirking across at Tatsumi.

('I-know-a-secret-and-you-don't~!' <3)

Tatsumi had broken the eye contact when Watari did, deciding to down his breakfast and enjoy it as well. He never caught the odd look and (what probably would have sent a chill through him) frightening smirk the mad scientist wore on his sharp face.

Remembering that 003 was probably hungry too, he tore off some of his food and handed it over to her, smiling as she downed it quickly.

Eventually, as more customers started entering the shop, Matilda came over and set down two plates of the delicious desert. Rich chocolate, savory cream, and succulent cherries layered and made to perfection. Watari looked up at her. "Dankeshoen Frau Matilda-san!"

"Bitte Luter. It was no problem. Come Luter-kun. Let's put you back in your home before Katie-chan comes in..." She picked the creature up from off of Watrai's head and left them. Watari smirked to himself. Oh he loved this desert! And he intended to enjoy it....thoroughly. Now that there was a fair amount of people in the cafe, there was a muted, background buzz of conversation. Plenty of cover for Watari's sneaky little plan. Picking up his fork and knife delicately, he cut himself a small piece, which was hardly necessary as the morsel was so soft to begin with. He paused with the fork a few scant inches from his face. He smiled over at Tatsumi, prefacing the bite with a small comment. "This stuff is really, really good." Gods only knew why he felt the need to talk about desert in such a sultry voice! As the fork disappeared into his mouth Watari made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, low and suggestive. (Though arguably that one was genuine.)

The noises were soft, but loud enough so that Tatsumi, and only Tatsumi, could hear. Another forkful elicited a stronger groan. With agonizing intensity, Watari licked his fork totally clean of the delicious cream. For good measure he 'purred' in the back of his throat and licked his lips.

Tatsumi didn't blush, he didn't. He wouldn't allow it. However, it was out of his control at the moment, so flushed he was! A small flutter of something he hadn't felt in years sparked in his chest also.

Tatsumi had his head as low as he could go and still manage a heated glare over at the damned tease across the table from him. Those sounds were not appropriate for any public place!

'He planed this! He planed it all! That's why he waited until there were a bit more people in the shop,' he thought, growling.

Not only was he sporting a nice shade of red, but now he feared to eat his own dessert! Watari may try teasing even more if he did so...

An idea began to bloom, though he wasn't too sure about following through with it. Good thing the urge not wanting loose to Watari was stronger.

A deep breath was taken, trying to gather himself and his very alive nerves. He wasn't sure he could cover his voice over with lust or whatever you'd like to title it, but he did his best. "You did a good job of cleaning the fork..." he leaned his right hand over to catch some of the sweet delicacy left over on the corner of the blonde's mouth. (He took note of how soft the man's skin was as he did so.) "But you were careless and left a little behind on your face..." Bringing the small treat back to his mouth, he let his tongue meet the tip of his finger the rest of the way. Mimicking Watari in the arts of cleaning, he made sure that none was left, not even a small trace of stickiness.

Watari stared. He couldn't help it. Not when Tatsumi was doing...things!! Things that should not be allowed to be so gods bedamned sexy! And his voice, oh gods, hadn't he imagined it like that before? Maybe he was still asleep. Shaking his head slightly, he picked up the cherry resting on top of his cake slice by the stem. Tilting his head back slightly, he let it settle gently between his lips, allowing for a fantastic view of his throat as he swallowed, teeth gently slicing through the fruit. The marks around his neck made him look strangely vulnerable for a moment.

Picking up his fork again he continued eating the cake with renewed.. vigor. Adding sighs between moans and mouthfuls.

Tatsumi gave a small smile in triumph at the look he received from Watari. Perhaps he could understand why the man was working so hard at his.. this... little stunt he was pulling off. Maybe Watari enjoyed seeing the same look on him.

Not that he had to give it to him.

He did his best to ignore the soft (sweet) sighs and moans coming from Watari as he tried to start on his own dessert. (And no, he would not mimic eating his food the same as the other. No.)

It was torturing him and he didn't like it. Nor did he like the realizations that he was making this morning...

With another spark coming to life in his stomach, he decided not to quite finish his desert. Leaving before... problems arose was in his best interest at the moment. "Are you done yet?" he asked low, trying not to stare too long at the others fine neck.

Oh. Tatsumi just made a fatal. Fatal. Mistake.

The blond smiled at him in a beguiling fashion, looking at Tatsumi through lowered lids. Watari leaned forward, elbow on the table, face in hand and murmured low with a voice that sounded like it was borrowed from some kind of archaic sex god (his Kansai accent only adding to the allure), "Trust me Seii, I am nowhere near spent yet." A devious smile twisting his pert lips, Watari leaned back with a flip of his hair, to enjoy the effects of this statement.

Tatsumi's eyes were clenched shut, he was so angry. Angry because of the effect the damned man's words had on him. Hah, not only his words, his damned teasing movements as well. Not to mention that accent dripping on the words almost made him want to lean in! (Breathe! Through the nose, don't loose yourself.)

He had tried to kick Watari from under the table, but it proved to be a failed action as his leg clearly missed the other and ran up the targeted leg.

Maybe he could use that... to get an advantage. "Finish now and I promise to have you spent before the day's end." He smirked, eyes flashing a predatory glance into gold.

Anything to hurry and get the hell out of here! He very much needed the sanctuary of his office at the moment...

Pale brows shot up towards his browline. He thought he understood what just happened.. but there was no way Tatsumi Seiichiro was intentionally playing footsie with him under the table. Not wishing to interrupt their game, the scientist merely answered with a saucy murmur, "Really? Is that a promise?" And suddenly, like magic the cake was gone. Watari's grin was full of challenge, full of promise (despite the small, small voice that was telling him Tatsumi was talking about money matters.) "Are you sure it won't be the other way around?" He shook his gold locks out of his eyes, shifting in his chair, rubbing their legs together oh-so-innocently.

"What do you mean the other way ar-"

Oh.

Tatsumi now felt like he was suffocating in his suit, a sudden wave of heat beginning to rush from his cheeks to throughout his body. He felt his right eye twitch a few times(always his right eye!) as the other male began to rub his leg not-so-innocently against his own...

He couldn't look Watari in the eyes at all now. He didn't care if he felt that he was loosing this game, it was taking some odd turns that he didn't want to admit he liked.

"I promise you, Watari." He answered, hoping that was enough to finish the conversation so that they could go back to work.

Watari smiled and took a little pity on Tatsumi. A little. He lowered his voice to near subsonic levels, "You know you better, thanks to you I have a raging hard-on Mr. 'Oh Tell them It's a sex-related injury'. And--wowthat'ssonotmycalf..."

Tatsumi breathed a laugh and muttered something about "Such little control." as he got up and headed to the front to pay for the meal. He didn't know if Watari's would be charged since he had mentioned something about her owing him, but if it came down to it, he'd pay them both. Anything to get out of here as soon as possible. (He didn't want to fall victim to Watari's situation.)

Now Tatsumi had to hope that his flushed face had cooled down a bit, since he could see Matilda on her way.

Watari shot Tatsumi a dirty look, before snapping a smile back on for Matilda. She smiled at the two of them, before handing Watari a small bag filled with cookies. "It was nice seeing you Luter, as always. Come back again soon. Without having had an accident first please? You make me think I'm bad luck for you sometimes!" She smiled at Tatsumi. "That offer goes for you too. No charge today Luter, as we agreed. Next time you come be sure to order a lot to make up for it!" Watari grinned at her cheekily,
"Don't I always?" He opened the bag and pulled out a warm Snickerdoodle cookie. Mm. Yummy.

Tatsumi smiled politely. "Thank you, and I'll be sure to return. Everything was... very pleasant, thank you." he nodded to her and turned to exit, hoping Watari was close behind.

Remembering his cherry from the dessert, he pulled out a kleenex with the treat inside. He was going to give it to 003... but other intentions were coming to him now. Gently, he placed the treat safely back into his pocket. 'Sorry, 003.'

Watari followed him happy and oblivious to this, munching on his Snickerdoodle. 003 happened to have a fondness for Matilda's Snickerdoodle cookies, and so flew over to pester Watari for a piece. It didn't take much cajoling before she was able to perch on Tatsumi's shoulder with a section of cookie in her talons. Yum! Cookie > Cherries any day for this owl! Hoo hoo hoo <3

The sudden absence of the creature he had grown used to being attached on his shoulder made him frown slightly. His shoulder had actually felt cold without the little fuzz ball there!

He chuckled when she had returned to her place on his shoulder with a piece of Watari's cookie.

Feeling the "mood" die down a little left some disappointment in him, so he quickly caught Watari's sleeve and "phased" them back to the Ministry.

Blinking at the abrubt change in scenery, Watari looked at Tatsumi questioningly. Was he really in that much of a hurry to get back to filling out forms? ("Boring" his mind screamed.)

Tatsumi's fingers were itching for a pen, bad. Something to keep his mind clean.

Before departing, and seeing how some others had started arriving to work, he leaned in to whisper, "Stop by my office at the end of the day if you still want that promise." He had said it so business-like.

That said, and not wanting to stick around for Watari's reply if he had one, he began heading to his office. He silently wondered if 003 had actually planned on keeping him company for the rest of the day... People were already taking notice to the little creature being on him and not Watari's shoulder.

Watari stared after him--wondering if he was going deaf. Another few stunned seconds of silence passed. Watari's face broke out into a goofy, silly, grin. (Ignoring the fact that 003 was ignoring him right now...) He shook his head and cleared his thoughts. He had a demon computer to settle a score with! He brought out his notebook and looked down at his plan. Hmm yes...

Out of nowhere Watari procured a bucket of pink paint. He would be damned if he wasn't going to make Terazuma suffer for his idiocy!!

Rhea-sama · A vacation!? HOORAYS! And more.. more flirting >D

Later in the day, Tatsumi had wanted to check in on everyone. No reason, really. Not to check on them doing their work, that's for sure.

He purposely made Watari's lab his last stop of the trip, remembering his last encounter last he visited.

Cautiously, he peeked around the door to glance inside. (Caution: Look before entering at all times.) Plus, he didn't want to walk in on some hamsters exploding.

The demon computer was no more. Instead it looked rather like the Barbie(tm) computer. Watari was painting bright, colorful hippie flowers on it now. (That's not to say however that there wasn't a skirmish before. Watari was sporting a few new bruises and his neck didn't seem much improved since that morning.) He finished putting a goofy smiley face on one of them and put the paintbrush down. "Ha~! Finished! Take that Hajime-bastard!"

Deciding it was better(and safer) to stay in the door way, (and Hades help him if the mad man came at him with the paint brush! He'd sacrifice the bloody bird if need be.), Tatsumi called to Watari from his safety zone. "Please don't make Terazuma-san angry and have him destroy that expensive piece of equipment."

He noticed yet more bruises on the others frail skin. Tatsumi silently wondered if anyone had bothered to ask about those marks yet? And had Watari chose to go with the "sex incident" answer if so. "Please be careful when you're handling equipment, Watari-san... Possessed or whatever it might be." In translation, he was asking for the man to take care of himself.

Watari turned around, a little surprised "Oh, hey Tatsumi."

Leaning on the door way, arms crossed, he sighed feeling slightly annoyed. "Did you hear a word I said? I didn't hear any explosions today, so you couldn't have damaged your hearing..."

Watari looked a little affronted. "Of course I heard you! And sometimes sacrifices are necessary to fix expensive equipment or teach technologically inept clods a lesson." Not that he was naming names or anythi-TERAZUMA!!

"Right..." he yawned. "Excuse me." he corrected, not wanting to sound rude.

Wow, that had felt great. He'd never realized how rarely he yawned until today. Tired, turned on, slightly slow with work... The day had been interesting to say the least.

Watari didn't mind. Instead he eyed the man critically. "You haven't taken a break all day have you? And you came in early. You trying to work yourself into the dirt like I do? Sit down for a few minutes.." Watari stretched and peeled off his labcoat, *almost* like the begining of a strip tease...

Tatsumi walked in, taking it as an offer to come in. He did not, however, notice the "almost" strip tease... If he had, it would have most certainly helped in making him more alert. (And other things...)

He took a seat in an extra chair not too far off from Watari. He removed his glasses for a moment, rubbing his eyes that felt unusually sore. (Oh, right, they're tired, too!)

Watari padded softly up behind him and placed his hands, one of which was sporting lines to match his neck, on the Kagetsukai's shoulders. He kneaded into them firmly, banishing tenseness from under his hand. He sighed, "When are you going to take a vacation Seiichiro?"

Tatsumi had been startled by the sudden conact, but just as quickly he felt more like leaning into it when hands began to work on his shoulders. He had almost come close to making the sound of what one would probably call a purr. The back of his throat felt like singing in bliss. And this was not at all helping his situation with being tired.

He moved his head down a little, exposing more of his neck to Watari and welcoming the man's wandering hands.

Tatsumi had forced himself to pay attention to what Watari was saying, the need to just give in and close his eyes feeling stronger. A spark of fire felt like it had lit up inside him when he heard his first name uttered with that accent. (It sounded very nice.)

He chuckled softy, answering, "When I feel that I can leave without fear of returning to a financial disaster."

Glancing over, he took hold of Watari's injured hand gently, the man's fingers feeling like ice!

Watari looked down at him, lacing their fingers together (shared body warmth was key to staving off frostbite and hypothermia after all!). "....That sounds like a cop out if I ever did hear one."

His glasses laid onto the table next to him, Tatsumi rested his head back to look up at Watari, a lazy look set his dark blue eyes. "Maybe..." he smiled up at him. "A vacation alone seems depressing to me, though. I'd prefer it if we all spent some time off like last year in Hokaido."

Watari smiled, sliding forward to rest in the man's lap. No real reason, it just felt...right, "Really it wouldn't be that difficult. Tsuzuki would be all for it since he hardly does any work anyways. Hisoka, though he'd rather die again than admit it, will follow wherever he goes. And me...if I can tear myself away from my experiments ever then I'd definitely go on another vacation."

Tatsumi was surprised at the man suddenly on his lap but he did his best to take it in stride. "If you bring it up with Konoe, I can approve the paperwork for it." He was tired, just a little, and Watari's shoulder was so convienient he decided to use it as a headrest. Only for a moment...

Watari reciprocated, resting his head on one of the secretary's free shoulder. "Hmmm. I'll do that then." Funny, when had his arms snaked around the other man's waist? Really, they had a mind of their own sometimes. "You're very comfy you know that? You'd make a killing hiring yourself out as a pillow."

Good thing his ears were out of view from the other man, because Tatsumi was sure that they had turned red from Watari wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Really? This pillow would be pretty expensive hire." he shot back.

In the very back of his mind, a voice was confirming the whole situation to him. 'You have a man in your lap, who you happen to be "cuddling" with no matter how you look at it, said man's arms around your waist and head on your shoulder...'

Watari waved a hand absently. "Put it on my tab." Oops, he hadn't meant to mutter that directly into Tatsumi's ear. Oh well. Watari sighed happily and nestled his face further into the crook of the man's shoulder.

Tatsumi visibly tensed as he felt Watari's warm breath sweep over his ear, a very bad spot for him. He felt a delightful shiver run up his spine and he breathed in. And the nestling! That wasn't helping either...

Despite his fears of getting a hard on with Watari in his lap, he wrapped his arms around the form using him as a pillow, giving a light squeeze. "No, it'd come directly from your pay," he muttered into golden locks of loose hair. He quietly inhaled the scent of the other man, expecting the smell of chemicals or smoke, but he was rewarded with a fruity scent he couldn't trace.

Watari chuckled lightly. "Is there anything left of my paycheck, or do I have to get out of your lap now?" Not that he would anyways. He liked it far too much to just be giving it up. His heart skipped a few beats when he felt the other man's hands move. Hopefully the secretary couldn't hear the thudding in Watari's chest...

Tatsumi smiled into the man's hair, loving how it gracefully danced across his face. "The first ones free for you." he replied.

The sound of someone clearing their throat from behind brought him alert, eyes snapping open and back to reality. Normally in this kind of odd situation, he'd be throwing Watari off of him before assumptions could be made, but he was tired today. So, he wasn't quite right in the head for now.

Konoe averted his eyes for a moment, before turning back to them. "Ah, here you are Tatsumi. Just thought I'd check and make sure you hadn't forgotten your duties..." Konoe quelled at the glare from Watari. Are you fucking kidding me? This man works himself to the bone let him have five minutes of peace you bureaucratic.... A smile snapped up into place.
"Of course he hadn't forgotten chief. As the resident semi-medical expert I have diagnosed Tatsumi with a serious case of overwork. However his devotion to his job is far too great to be reckoned with and so I am being forced to restrain him so that he'll take a five minute break. And if our superiors are overworked that can only mean the rest of the division is overworked too. Therefore in light of the prognosis, I submit that a one week vacation is in order here. You should get on the paperwork for that chief."

"Ah Watari we can't just--"

"Glass houses old man, glass houses." Unseen to Tatsumi's turned back, Konoe paled.

"Ah.. I-I'll.. go find the paperwork for that right now...if that's okay with you.. Tatsumi?" Konoe sighed in relief. Tatsumi would never allow it.. never in a thousand...

A smile plastered to his face from Watari's ranting, he turned his head so that he could meet Konoe's eyes. "Yes, that's fine. We could all use a rest." he tightened his hold around the blond in his lap. "It'll be enjoyable."

He couldn't wait until the dear chief left...

Konoe looked about ready to fall over. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. Blinking and then stumbling away he started muttering things under his breath about insanity, blackmail, and insubordination. When he left, Watari started laughing.

"Kahahaha, did you see his expression? That was brilliant I could--" Watari cut himself off. Okay. Saying that out loud would be too much. (Ignoring the fact that he had felt comfortable enough to enlighten Tatsumi as to the state of his pants earlier.) He nestled back into their former position. "Mm. I think I should continue to restrain you from work...Oh," he paused, flicking his fingers at the door, which suddenly locked. "Tsuzuki is bound to get excited when he hears. However, this restraining business is a rather delicate matter. Can't have any intrusions you know." He shook a little with suppressed laughter.

Though Watari was finding it all humorous, Tatsumi found himself touched by the others worry over his working. Looking back on it, no one had really ever shown much concern over him They all probably thought that he loved being everywhere at once and having as much on his shoulders as possible. True, he did love his job, but it could be too heavy at times. Especially when everyone got behind on reports.

"That's all fine with me." he told Watari in a low voice. He moved so that he could reach the man's face and he gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Thank you."

Watari flushed a bright red at that, and there was no mistaking the heat radiating from his cheeks. Gods.. damned..pale skin "Ah..it was...it's nothing." He coughed a little. "So...what are you going to do with your vacation time?"

"Babysit, most likely." he smirked, loving that beautiful shade of red on Watari's cheeks. (Or maybe he just loved that he was the cause.)

Ah, and his hands were no longer cold. >D

Watari shook his head, moving to nestle himself underneath Tatsumi's chin. "Hmm. Sounds troublesome. Not like much of a vacation either."

Tatsumi suddenly remembered something he had meant to bring up earlier when the talk of a vacation first came up. "Room with me." he said in all seriousness. Last time he had shared with Chieif Konoe, and the time before that, Tsuzuki... He wouldn't mind the company of Hisoka, but the events that had lead up to now had made him narrow his choice down to one.

Watari blinked, but his reply was instantaneous. "Okay sure." A small smirk made its way to his lips. "I'll try not to get too drunk on you." He chuckled. "After all it would be... unfortunate if I ended up crashing with you on your bed."

Which wasn't to say, of course, that the blond wasn't forming a contingency plan to make it happen anyways (drunk or not).

"Oh, right..." he stressed, remembering the last time Watari and Tsuzuki had gotten a little tipsy.

"If you crash, please be careful not to wake me." Tatsumi said, not getting the other's obvious hint.

Watari smiled at that. "Can't make any promises." His arms shifted once again and suddenly they were loosely behind Tatsumi's head. He was looking directly at Tatsumi now. "I think this is the part where I make another smart, suggestive remark now, but there are just too many, I can't decide~!<3" Smirk, smirk, smirk. That saucy little..

The rearrangement of Watari's hands made him frown a little, missing their company around his waist. (To him, it made Watari feel possessive over him... Not that Tatsumi was admitting he liked that idea.)

The flirty words, the smirk, the damned man was trying to drive him insane! The lips in front of him looked too inviting, which he was sure was meant to on purpose. "Too much talking from you, Yutaka..." he commented in a low, soft voice, making it appear he were leaning in to take the man's lips.

He paused merely a few inches away from those soft lips, "Have your suggestive remarks planned out better next time."

Tatsumi then [lifted] the other man up (in a very soft place) and sat him down in the chair he'd been in. He stretched out slightly, mainly his legs, getting ready to head back to work. (If Watari was done restraining him, that is.) He'd figured his break had been long enough.

Rhea-sama · Ring-a-ring-a-rosey..

Watari tamped down on a keening noise in his throat. He let his eyes wander all over the other man, "I really shouldn't let you leave for that, but I suppose I might...if that 'promise' is still up for grabs at the end of the day." That voice.. sounded too low.. too amused by that prospect..too... turned on!

"Oh?" he laughed, the corner of his mouth shaping into a challenging smirk. "You think you could stop me, Watari-san?"

Reaching over for his glasses, he finished, "And yes, the promise is 'still up for grabs.'"

And suddenly Watari was right in front of him, without any apparent movement and without teleportation. His hands reached out to play with Tatsumi's tie in a coquettish manner, before tugging him a little closer. "I wouldn't make such idle challenges if I were you Herr Tatsumi-san..I might decide to cash in that promise right here and now..." The silken fabric of his necktie still danced between long, elegant fingers in a very.. ah.. distracting manner.

Tatsumi found himself choking on air. Yes, it could happen. You know, when you take in a quick breath but something goes horribly wrong and you end up choking on that air you were needing to calm yourself.

He coughed softly, trying not to make too much of a scene and embarrass himself. (Ah, too late.) Tatsumi was glaring at the man's oh-so-evil golden eyes, ignoring that it probably had little effect with the blush he knew he was sporting.

To say the least, he actually didn't have a come back to that. (Still trying to catch his breath) He was quick to snatch his tie out of the other man's "elegant" fingers, though.

Watari pouted and just leaned in, lips barely brushing against his jawline as he whispered, "That's no fun. You know.. I've heard that ties are essential for hot office sex." He'd migrated steadily to the ear, "But I prefer them for that 'yoink' quality.. you know... Just pulling that someone in for a quick, intense kiss..." He drew back oh-so slowly, grin stretching his lips. He liked playing with Tatsumi's imagination.

Tatsumi's lips frowned, hating the idea of being played with so well. Where on earth had Watari learned such things, anyway?! (He, on the other hand, preferred to be a gentleman. Except for recently when being around Watari and his boldness to... things.)

The attention his ear received was no doubt awakening other parts of him at the moment.

He willed that blasted blush to disappear, and it did pretty damn quick. Tatsumi took his glasses and placed them back on his face, using the opportunity to just avoid eye contact at all. He would not fall victim to that grin!

He was brave enough to utter the following, however. "Save it for the vacation, Yutaka." he growled, fixing his tie back in place.

Watari laughed and patted Tatsumi on the shoulder. "Done! Go back to your paperwork Seii-chan. Sorry for bothering you and all that..." Watari wandered back to his computer with a sigh. He really shouldn't have kept on pushing like that...He wished he had a modicum of restraint..But damnit! Tatsumi was so... hot. There was no other word for it. And distracting. And he made rational thought go out the window. "Sorry," he muttered again, frowning at his computer screen.

Seeing that the game was finally over, (no more teasing, thank god) before departing from the room of terror, Tatsumi fiddled with something until it was loose. He walked up behind Watari and carefully fixed his tie around the others pale neck, leaving it hanging loosely. A soft farewall pat on the shoulders, and he left, heading back to the quiet and calm sanctuary of his office

Watari froze, apart from his hands, which moved to caress the slim bit of fabric around his neck. Maybe Tatsumi really was serious? As serious as Watari was? Though he could simultaneously think of no reason and hundreds why Tatsumi would do that. Damn his analytical brain. This, combined with far too many hormones raging for a man his (total) age made for no more work getting done for Watari.

...Though he did give Terazuma his computer back, pissing the man off royally at both its girlified state and the fact that he could no longer surf the web for porn--which had to be dangerous given the man's 'condition.' However, when Watari shouted back at the man, revealed the ugly marks on his neck and hand however(--the hand marks demonstrated with an admittedly rude gesture), Terazuma seemed thoroughly cowed. And (after urging--read 'kicks--from Wakaba) mumbled an apology.

This still didn't prevent him from sending over a note to Tatsumi's desk requesting that 'that god damned arrigant jackass stupid blonde be chopped up, put in a body bag, put in a box along with Tsuzuki and shipped to Auntarctika.' (Spelling had never been Terazuma's stong point.) There was of course more cursing following his complaint, but that is another story entirely.

So aside from that incident, Watari spent most of the day zoned out in the lab, fingers absently brushing against the tie Tatsumi had left with him.

Tatsumi had tossed the complaining note aside and out of his way after glancing over it for only a moment. As he had thought, it was the result from Terazuma and Watari's little confrontation with the computer earlier. A small smile appeared on his stern features as he thought about the scene that took place when Watari had returned the pink appliance.

All day, he had found it difficult reading the papers in front of him. His eyes only saw the black and white lines... He had to remove his glasses and bring the paper to his face in order to make out any of it.

And his head hurt immensely. Which also made it harder to read the fine print in front of him. He placed the papers back onto his desk and began rubbing his forehead, where he felt the source of the pain in his head.

'Oh, right... I haven't eaten.'

His breakfast was long gone by now. He wondered if that blasted Watari had remembered to eat. It was usually him that forgot about such things... Staying cooped up in that lab, forgetting the time.

For a moment, he pretended the man was there with him, sitting himself on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, and mouth running on about something or another.

Had Watari eaten? Well yes. Had he eaten anything of substance since breakfast? Well, no. Energry drinks and cookies were all well and good for a snack but did not constitute actual food.

...well. Maybe the snickerdoodles did. If you ignored all advice given out by the people who created the food pyramid. He frowned suddenly. Tatsumi hadn't had any of Matilda's cookies yet! A travesty! They were even better than Wakaba's! He glanced at the clock. Hm. Things were starting to close down for the day anyways. Oh hey excellent! A sandwich was in there too! Matilda was the best!
Ignoring the stares at his neck (which was still, still ringed and had Tatsumi's tie around it) Watari made his way to Tatsumi's office, half-grinning at the man (the other half chiding him for allowing himself to develop a headache in the first place.) "If your head hurts take something for it. I brought you a snack." He sat on the edge of the desk in his usual spot--something that no one else dared do. But that was Watari.. he was the exception.

Rhea-sama · A prelude to a kiss...

The fact that Tatsumi had heard the man speak was proof that he wasn't imagining this, right? His vision of Watari on his desk had come to reality.

He was quick to relax his face, not wanting it to be too visible of how uncomfortable he was. (Hungry, tired, headache, and slightly weak now, which was probably caused by all of the above....)

He saw no strangeness in Watari welcoming himself to his desk, like usual. No one else would he allow to do that. Watari was the exception.

"There's even a sandwich in here too! Matilda-san thinks of everything. Luter and her husband were both lucky men..." He divvied up the sub, which was a collection of cold cuts, lettuce, sprouts, cucumbers, and a bit of dijon mustard on savory pumpernickel bread.

Tatsumi looked over the sandwich. He had a fetish for anything with lettuce. It added a certain crunch that made a sandwich more enjoyable.
A paper plate was unearthed from somewhere and a cookie, along with half the sandwhich was presented to Tatsumi.

Watari had already masticated a good share of his half, sprouts falling down the front of his shirt and peeking out from his lips. It was inelegant to be sure, however, like everything else Watari did, the eccentricity of his actions made it fascinating to watch.

Tatsumi nodded his thanks for the plate of food, his body singing in joy at the thought of renewed energy on it's way.

He gaped at the sight of Watari eating. It was slightly sickening but something else... He broke his eyes away from the scene to reach into the door of his desk and pull out a few kleenexes. (He had no napkins! It was an office!)

Leaning forward, he quickly cleaned up the mess on Watari's shirt before it had the chance to fall onto his desk or worse, his floor.
Watari smiled sheepishly and took the kleenexes from Tatsumi when he was finished. "Sorry." In a comical contrast to his eating methods, Watari daintily dabbed at the corners of his lips. In another moment the sandwich had disappeared. Wiping his hands, Watari gently dropped the tissues into the waste basket. He sprawled across the desk, resting his elbow in the almost empty 'in' box. Propping his chin up, he looked down at the papers on Tatsumi's desk, as if he were actually reading them--ha! As if. That would be dangerously akin to work!

Tatsumi had actually eaten his cookie first, finding the after taste of something sweet hanging in your mouth was disgusting. It made him feel like sweets was all he had eaten. So, he would finish off the sweetest foods first. He found the sandwich very interesting, and a bit hard to keep together the further he got into it. (Now he understood Watari's messy-ness)

And he knew damn well the man wasn't reading! What was the sly fox (yes, fox!! It fit his personality very well!) up to...?

Damn, there went a sprout.

What Watari was really doing was covertly observing Tatsumi. Tracing his finger on the desk he casually threw out the comment, "So.. the workday is almost over..."

"And your point?" he played dumb. He picked up the dropped sprout, cleaned off the desk where it had fallen and finished off the rest of his sandwich. (Along with said sprout. Never waste!)

His body was already getting a small pleasant buzz from the feeling of being full. His headache was now only a slight annoyance, in the process of disappearing.

He now gave Watari his full attention, placing his elbows on the front of his desk, resting his chin on his hands. He looked over the man with... interest.

Watari returned the glance, a keen light in his eyes. "Nothing.. I just remembered a certain...promise." His free hand was toying with the secretary's borrowed necktie.

Suddenly, Tatsumi found his hands reaching for that tie elegant fingers were working at. With not too much force, he yanked the blond over to him and made their lips connect.

Tatsumi had to blink that fantasy out of sight and out of mind immediately. For a moment, he though that it had actually taken place! (And with his door not locked at all!)

He swallowed down this animal-like urge to "pounce" the man sprawled out on his desk. His hands felt a little moist now, as well, wonderful.

"It's not yet the end of the day, Watari." he reminded.

Watari's lips curved into a smile. "But it will be over.. in another..five minutes." There was silence for a moment. Suddenly he sat up, uncharacteristically distant. "Seriously though Tatsumi. If you want to stop..joking it's fine with me. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do.."

???

Tatsumi didn't like that tone in Watari's voice. (Very unlike him.) He shot him a worried glance.

In all honesty, Tatsumi had thought that Watari was the one "joking." Though it hurt a little, he enjoyed playing along with it. (Something deeper told him it wasn't playing, however.) And also, when they would engage in their little flirting battles, afterwards, memories of words spoken by a certain character in a book came slamming down on him.

"I hate people like you!"

While reading that book of the Count's, the "god" of the book had said that the Butler character's feelings were his own. So, wouldn't it be true for the rest in that same book? Was that not how Watari really felt towards him?

A great amount of time had passed since then, though, so maybe things were different now... (No matter how much that memory always came back to bother him.)

In all seriousness, he reached out to cover Watari's hand with his own to reassure him. "Is it really just joking?"

Watari looked away. He couldn't lie, but..."I...for me I mean.. no It's not. If it bothers you I can stop..I really like you Tatsumi..gods I.." He took in a breath, "I really, really, really like you." He could say that at least, if not what he really felt. Watari was not as indestructible as people thought. He could not just say up front that he.. well he couldn't use that particular four letter word just yet. Not when it would break him utterly when Tatsumi gently turned down his feelings.

But some confessions are stronger by omission.

Tatsumi smiled. "Yutaka..." he tried to say the word with love. (He wasn't used to this) "I really li-"

"Tatsumi! Tatsumi! <3" Tsuzuki burst into the office like a ray of sunshine, a bright smile spread from cheek to cheek. "Oh, Watari, you're here, too!" Seeing the scientist on the desk didn't faze him at all. "I can't believe you agreed to let us go on vacation, Tatsumi! Did you know about it, Watari??" The man was practically bouncing.

Watari blinked, trying to get off the wild emotional roller coaster he was on. He smiled at Tsuzuki. Ah there. His were always so much more convincing anyways! Never tinged with that lingering sadness. Watari had the gift (or curse) of being able to fool himself in ways Tsuzuki never could..and maybe didn't want to. He laughed, "Of course I knew Tsuzuki! I know everything after all! It's one of the perks of being a genius." His grin turned a little conspiratorial. "Of course I may have had a few threats thrown about here and there...but any involvment I may or may not have had is purely superficial. Isn't that right Tatsumi? Actually.. he and I were just um.. talking about the vacation."

Tsuzuki "skipped" on over to the desk, joining in the two's little conversation better. His hands on the desk, he leaned over on it, still smiling. "Oh? What were you talking about?"

1....

The inu, so excited he couldn't be still, was observing Watari's neck now. His eyes widened, taking in the nasty marks on his friend. "And what happened to your neck? It looks horr- OH! That's Tatsumi's tie, isn't it?"

2......

Watari flushed suddenly (though he was nervous about Tatsumi's stillness...it usually didn't bode well...) He rubbed a finger at the marks sheepishly. "I had a run in with Hajime's computer...And...tie? What tie? I don't see a tie. Really Tsuzuki, you know I don't wear neckties." He laughed in that slightly unbalanced manner of his. Gods he loved playing the insanity card.

Tsuzuki laughed at Watari. (When was he not? He was such a riot and joy to be around. <3) "Yes, there is too a tie." He said, smiling. "This one right here." He reached out for the tie, giving it a little pull as he did so. He'd pulled Watari a little close, but he didn't notice. (or mind, really.)

3

The amethyst eyed inu suddenly felt a cold chill through the air, his instincts telling him to run and run fast. Immediatly his hand holding the tie was roughly grabbed, frocing him to release the soft fabric.

Scared, and slightly watered, eyes glanced at his attacker. Tsuzuki felt the color run from his face when he met those cold eyes. "T-Tatsumi?" he squeaked.

"It is my tie, Tsuzuki, and I am letting Watari wear it for the day. If you have a problem with it at all, tell me." Tatsumi breathed coldly.

"N-n-n-n-nope!" Tsuzuki finally managed to answer, jumping away from the desk.

Was it wrong that he (Watari) felt both scared and flattered? He was still smiling at Tsuzuki. "My advice would be to run now Tsuzuki-san. Far and fast away." He laughed. He really shouldn't have been though. "Sorry, sorry, Schadenfreude and all that." Hmm maybe the scientist really was a little bit insane? Oh well who knew.

Watari was a genius right? And listening to the advice of geniuses would extend his afterlife right?

Right.

"Ahahaha.. um.. I have to go um.. tell Hisoka.. place..that is I have um.. work to..ah... finishokayseeyoulaterbyeaaah--!!!!" Zoom! the door actually slammed shut without being touched by Tsuzuki, such was his haste. Watari chuckled, and turned to Tatsumi, that seductive, lazy glint in his eye.

"My, possessive much are we? I'm flattered Seii. I didn't know you cared. Unless of course it was just your tie you were worried about this whole time."

He silently watched the retreating man run for his life, shutting his door as he did so. He was surprised that he had went so easy on Tsuzuki... Why, there was a very heavy book on the shelf behind him that he could have easily tossed at the unsuspecting man.

Words broke him from his cold glare and he quickly replaced it with a more calming look.

He laughed softly. "This thing?" he said, taking the tie in his hands, running his thumb along it's fabric. He looked into Watari's eyes to respond with, "Not of the tie, no."

Rhea-sama · This is what you all wanted to see anydangways right? XD

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Watari found himself leaning forward, despite himself. His arms yearned to place themselves around Tatsumi's neck again. "Really..then what...Seiichi.....?" He was too close. He was drowning, drowning in a sea of blue, and he loved every breathless second of it.

The new nick name did not go unnoticed since he showed his reaction by tilting his head slightly at first hearing it. (Nor did Watari's actions of moving forward go unnoticed!)

And the intense look he was receiving made his body temperature rise. "Perhaps," he whispered, "I've become just slightly possessive of you over this day."

Gently, he pulled the man the rest of the way to him, finally meeting those damned teasing lips. He found them much softer than they appeared.

Forgive him, but it had been many years since his last kiss, so he wasn't feeling any braver than to simply brush his lips over Watari's.

Oh gods, why was it so damn warm all of a sudden? He felt torn between giddiness and deadly seriousness. He pressed back gently, trying to push back the raging hunger in him that told him to play tonsil hockey now and right now with the secretary. His arms were working their way around Tatsumi's middle. He had to separate their lips for one heady moment. He had to say something..anything to let the man know just how much he felt.. How amazing that light, hesitant touch made him feel...but there was nothing. No words in the tongue of man or demon could describe this.

So he settled for pressing their lips together again, a little firmer, demanding even.

He'd looked at Watari, half expecting him to say something when they'd parted. But nothing, though his eyes spoke for him. Tatsumi could see it. And what he saw made him feel floaty inside.

He smiled against the kiss, feeling Watari being a little more forceful. Still slightly nervous at the whole thing, (but not showing it!), he decided to part his lips slightly for the blond.

Watari moaned against the other's mouth at his invitation. An agile pink tongue darted out to lick pliant, supple lips before foraging ahead into unknown territory.

Oh.. lords.. of every.. pantheon known to man... Tatsumi tasted far too good and intoxicating than another human being had a right to.

Somehow, Watari had arranged himself so that he was sitting directly in front of Tatsumi, legs dangling in the space between them. He ran a hand up to caress the secretary's cheek, before gently nesting in his hair.

He hoped he was doing this right. Watari hadn't kissed anyone since he was alive--and he really couldn't remember any of it. For all intensive purposes, this was Watari's first kiss.

Tatsumi uttered a soft purr at the man's moan, liking the beautiful tune, and suddenly hungering to hear more of it. Perhaps louder, too.

Feeling the other's hand run through his hair gave him a little encouragement as he reached his own hands up to grab Watari by the waist, urging him into his lap. The closer, the better was all he could think of at the moment.

All shyness disappearing with each second, he let his tongue do some exploring as well, finding/searching for Watari's.

A groan trapped itself in the back of his throat. Shamelessly, Watari rubbed their torsos together, also feeling the need for 'more'. He cupped Tatsumi's face for a moment, before his hands slid down and began to wander, touching, feeling, mapping out the man for the blond.

Tatsumi could no longer place the world around him. All he could see/feel was Watari. The rest of the world seemed to disappear around them, leaving the two willingly trapped in a sanctuary of their own making.

Tatsumi gasped into the mouth that held him, feeling the hands that were curiously tracing over him. He wanted to return the favor tenfold. Taking a break for air, he set on torturing the man's earlobe, wrapping his lips around the soft flesh, his tongue slowly running over the exposed part he held in his mouth.

He let his hands roam lower on Watari, resting on his inner thighs. He ran his fingers down the inviting area and then back up, squeezing a little when near his crotch.

Silently, he focused on awaking shadows below them, wishing to recreate a fantasy he'd had not too long ago. Coming alive out of the dark corners of the room, shadows began to play at Watari. Capturing his ankles, putting soft and gentle pressure on his lower back in a teasing manner.

Watari was trembling now, noises fought their way out of his throat, low and animalistic. Damn he really didn't mean to be so loud.. And oh gods was Tatsumi really doing what he thought.. oh..gods yes he was. "Un--unfair!" It really was. Watari had to even the scales somehow! Questing hands untucked that stupid, infuriatingly proper button up shirt, a few buttons opening at the bottom in his vigor. Hands disappeared beneath the fabric, toying with muscles and occasionally brushing across a taut nipple.

His shadows fell for a moment, taken off guard by the hands now inside and beneath the fabric of his shirt. And had Watari really just touched his...? An area he'd never had teased before in his life. (or after) He tried not to squeak under the man's touches. (Tatsumi did NOT squeak. This Seiichi character on the other hand...)

Growling over the sudden loss of control, he snaked shadows around Watari's wrists(he needed to secure those things quickly!), bonding them in front of him.

He took a hold of Watari's delicate chin, "Unfair? Since when have I ever been unfair?" He went to play at the man's neck with his lips, wanting to hear more of those glorious sounds that came purring from his vocals.

Watari's head leaned back with an embarrassingly loud noise that could only be described as a yowl. "Uhh..D'you mm" Oh lordy that was distracting.. "Want me to ..oooh...give you an enumerated list or.. Ah Seiichi...is right now sufficient enough example..." Watari's body shuddered as Tatsumi found a particularly weak point. He was going to melt...and combust...at the same goddamn time.

A sharp smile graced his lips hearing that lust covered accent be interrupted by small "ohs" and "ahs" in the middle of his sentence. He brought his face even with Watari's, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "But Yukata," he purred. "I promised to have you spent by the day's end, didn't I?"

Watari hissed out a curse, shortly cut off by a moan. "Seeeeiii" Gods, they were still mostly clothed! And this was the most turned on Watari had ever been in living or dead memory! Since his hands were bound he was forced to retaliate with his mouth. Well if Tatsumi was going to play dirty, Watari could too.

Using his teeth (And powers) Watari finished the job he'd stared earlier, opening the shirt, exposing very sexy torso underneath. "Mm..You shouldn't hide this all away..."

"There /is/ a dress code." He murmured, watching in slight, turned on amusement as Watari began to undress him further using his mouth. (So talented.)

Once he'd completed that, Tatsumi wanted to take away the man's advantage again. He lifted him up, (again, grabbing hold of the man's rear to do so.) and brought him so that he was laying on his back over the desk. Thank god there weren't many papers on it. Otherwise, he would have been forced to throw them to the floor, which he would later have to pick up...

He'd positioned himself above Watari, still in between the man's spread legs. He took a moment to just look at the golden god sprawled out over his desk, bound, slightly flushed.

This was fun.

Watari threw his head back and laughed, a rollicking, laugh of utter abandon. He drew Tatsumi in closer by wrapping his legs around the man. His body naturally arched, brushing his pelvis against the other man's.

Apparently he well agreed with that sentiment! He hadn't had this much fun in ages!

Legs around his waist, Tatsumi gently thrust into Watari while leaning down to take the man's lips again. For the time being, he released his hold on the man below him.

Hands free, Watari suddenly shed himself of superfluous articles of clothing, like his labcoat, two of his shirts--how he managed to do that without destroying them and without breaking that kiss the world may never know--and his hair tie, throwing the strip of fabric down on the floor.

His hands went back up to claim Tatsumi, tracing across his skin in heated arcs, latching onto his limbs for anchorage...

Tatsumi pulled away for a moment to genuinely laugh at Watari's hurried and humorous actions. He couldn't help but admit, "You're cute. Which I'm sure you're very well aware of, but... you are." He smiled.

Watari flushed but made an inarticulate noise that may have been irritation or exasperation. The message was pretty clear--at least to the scientist. Who-the-hell-wants-to-be-cute-at-a-time-like-this? And-gods-doesn't-your-boner-hurt-as-much-as-mine-right-now?

or...something like that. Really. Thought was overrated. What had Watari been doing all these years!

Tatsumi smirked down at the man. (A little too predatory-like) "What's wrong?" he teased, dipping his head down to experiment and take a taste of Watari's flushed chest. He made sure that the other could see his actions as his tongue teased the area around a nipple.

Watari's breath caught. Speech became futile whimpers amid a flurry of groans. Fire.. that's what it was... fire, hot, searing..raw. His nails dug into Tatsumi's flesh convulsively. "Ah~s-sorry..."

Tatsumi bit down on one of the perky buds. "Sorry." he mimicked, licking in apology.

His mind was very calm, considering all that was transpiring. It's like he was mentally writing out a plan as to what to do and how to do it. All for the sake of being rewarded by the sexy reactions of Watari.

That sent a jolt throughout his body, a very strong one that had his pelvis crushing against Tatsumi's again. Keening in the back of his throat, Watari repeated the motions, hands reaching down to cup the secretary's ass, keeping their groins firmly aligned. He needed to do something to get back at him. (Damned if he was going down without a fight!)

Tatsumi was startled to find that moaning sound was coming from him. (And a small blush reflex from having his ass grabbed.) Watari had definitely gotten his attention to his own needs now.

This man was driving him to an edge he had thought unthinkable to reach. It was intoxicating! He bucked his hips, unintentionally, loosing control but not giving much of a damn. His body suddenly remembered that it was not only fun to give out pleasure but to receive it as well.

At the moment, his mind could only focus on the latter. All Tatsumi could do was give short gasps and bite on his lower lip to stop from moaning.

Watari chuckled low in the back of his throat, sweeping his fingers down the kagetsukai's inner thigh as he continued to grind their pelvises together. Ah wonderful, wonderful heat! Fabulous friction! (And every physicist knows friction is FµN!!) Deft, nimble fingers reached up to gently brush along the underside of Tatsumi's....trouser.... crotch. Feeling suddenly, inexplicably possessive, Watari leaned up to bite and draw on Tatsumi's throat with his mouth, then claiming the secretary's lips in the name of Watari Yutaka.

Loosing the control in this dirty act they were engaging in didn't bother Tatsumi too much. That or he was just too completely lost to give a damn about who was in fucking control at the moment.

All the secretary could do was mewl into Watari's mouth, his hands searching for golden locks, something to hold onto with.

Watari's hands became surer and stronger in their advances, though really, where they were anymore was questionable. Watari really didn't know, because he didn't know where Tatsumi ended and he began. Though really, did it matter? No, because that's what he wanted right now, to merge with Tatsumi and banish any traces of lonliness from his heart forever. He may have mumbled something against Tatsumi's lips. Something like, 'Pants, you, off--now.' But it may not have left throat. In either case it was a very near thing..

Tatsumi didn't like the thought of being the first one to shed his pants... He might have gotten over his shyness just a few minutes ago, but now it was creeping back into him. Maybe he could just distract Watari with his tongue in his mouth...?

He let his tongue do a thorough study inside the others mouth, pausing to dance with Watari's own from time to time.

Sensing that he was being distracted, Watari slid his hands up in the (negligible) space between them, Opening the button on his jeans first as an invitation to his partner, before attacking the fly to Tatsumi's trousers. Supid things.. with their hooks and buttons and too many button holes!! He growled and nipped at Tatsumi's lips, as though momentarily punishing him for wearing difficult clothing.

Tatsumi (regrettably) pulled away from that addictive mouth for a moment, grabbing the others progressing hands away from his trousers. "Just what do you plan on happening when you get them off?" he asked deeply.

He really hadn't thought this through very well... He wasn't sure he was ready to have office sex just yet. And in his office of all places.

Then again, what did he think was going to happen?

Watari had to blink at that. Uhhh... "I.. don't ...know? Doing something horribly indecent until one or preferably both of us climaxes? Hopefully something that has you crying out my name and leaves you trembling and weak-kneed." Watari smiled. Proud that he had come up with that, what with the blood so not going to to his proper brain...

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Though he was frowning, he was still blushing. "I can honestly say I feel that way every time I hear an explosion from your lab." he growled.

Watari smirked up at him. "Oh, well played, well played. Though really, if that's the case I may have to start blowing up my lab on a far more regular basis then.. Tatsumi-san." Damnit! How could he even make formal address sound intimate and casual?

"You'd better not." he glared, placing his hands down on either side of Watari, their noses almost touching now. "I'd never let you feel release." He brought a hand around to Watari's crotch, placing his hand on the hard member through fabric and gently squeezing.

Watari hissed, unable to stifle his writhe. "If you didn't that would make you a despicable, despicable man." He smirked suddenly then whispered a threat, "Besides, then I might get very distraught and heartbroken and then cut my hair."

Hand still playing at Watari's covered erection, he brought his free hand up to play at the hair that had been threatened. He traced fingers through it smoothly, bringing the longer lengths to his mouth and inhaling it's scent. "Ah, but then I'd be heartbroken. If you were to ever even touch this hair, I'd destroy every god dammed hot pocket in the world." he threatened back.

Watari choked on his own witty retort. (Probably was going to be something like, "Then you'd have to take me out for breakfast every morning!") That hand, that hand! Driving.. him...(who-already-had-questionable-sanity)...in...sane! However Watari would be strong! He would not stoop to pleading. He wouldn't.. he wouldn't..damn. Oh, who the hell was he kidding anyways? He was going to beg and love begging. He raised his eyes, which were curiously overbright to meet Tatsumi's. "Ta'sumi...'Sumi-chan please.." He gyrated his hips once to make his point.

Tatsumi released the hair, letting it slowly fall back into place gracefully.

His eyes showed mercy in their blue depths, a small sweet smile gracing his lips as he squatted down to the floor, placing himself in front of... Watari. He got his hands to work on the man's buttoned pants immediately.

He swallowed, a little surprised by the act he had in mind.

Watari let his head fall back and he lifted his hips, to assist the debreifing process. He tried taking in steady breaths but somehow, understandably, failed.

"Tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable at all." he said.

All fabric aside, he waisted no time in taking the head of Watari in his mouth, experimentally letting his tongue run over it. (Not like he'd done this before.) He practiced breathing from his nose and slowly took in a bit more of Watari at a time.

Watari felt his toes curling against his will. He knew his back was arching, and dear gods he hoped he could keep his hips down. (He really didn't want to choke Tatsumi!) Noise ripped itself from his throat, things that weren't yells, but definately past the stage of audible moans. His mouth also seemed determined to stumble over every possible combination of the syllables of Tatsumi's name between these noises. Watari clamped down on his lip with his teeth, trying to curb his volume.

Tatsumi hadn't thought about Watari thrusting his hips and potentially choking him, so when the blond had arched forward, he nearly let the man's member slip from his mouth.

He'd better help restrain him.

So Tatsumi placed both hands on Watari's hips, finger tips sinking into hot skin, holding the man in place. He got another nose full of air before he went to take him in his mouth again, a little further this time.

He closed his eyes, wanting to focus solely on sucking the scientist off. He formed his lips in a tighter, smaller ring around Watari's cock, his tongue constantly playing at it.

Watari's hands came to cover Tatsumi's. And the sounds emanating from him were really beyond description. Gasping, lilting, raw, and unsophisticated. This was Watari stripped bare and reduced to the basest of elements. His legs hooked around the man in an odd sort of embrace. Not one of "morecloserfasterharder" (though there was a touch of that too) but one of "Oh gods, I never want to leave you." Watari's noises became louder, (Thank the gods the door was shut!!) and in his already excited state, it really wasn't going to take much more to finish him.

Watari hooking his legs around him encouraged Tatsumi far more than the man's amazingly turning-him-on-more cries. He found the movement sweet in a way... The pressure on his back was stimulating, actually.

Tatsumi felt that Watari wasn't too far away from an orgasm, which brought up the question of... Was he going to drink the man's milk? Would he choke if he tried?

He soon realized that he didn't care. The thought of it excited him. Made him hunger for it, even.

Tatsumi began to move his head now, slowly the first few times, then going a little faster, repeatedly going up and back down again.

Yes, he wanted to make Watari come. To taste him. Drink him.

Watari's hips bucked convulsively, but under the combined restraint he didn't actually move that much. His body twitched and for a scant moment was completely still. Then Tatsumi pushed him over the edge and the equilibrium was disrupted; Watari hit his climax, wailing out Tatsumi's name.

He couldn't describe to anyone how the strange, new fluid tasted. It was Watari. And that was enough to make him addicted to the "drink" when he'd first swallowed.

The warm cum felt amazing going down, filling him with an all new kind of meaning to full.

Slowly, he removed his mouth from his finished work, taking the time to lick any area he saw as "dirty." Tatsumi smiled in a silent triumph over the fact that he hadn't let any of Watari's seed go to waste. He hadn't missed a drop.

Leaving the man's lap, he leaned in to take a lazy kiss from lips that had cried out such delicious tunes just earlier.

In the immediate aftermath Watari was completely limp as a noodle, quivering along with pleasant aftershocks. His lungs greedily sucked in air as he felt the ability to breathe return to him.

He kissed Tatsumi back with a surprising amount of vigor, noticing that he could still taste himself amidst Tatsumi's own flavor. It was a fitting blend.

Hands that should have been far too tired for such activities reached up and started caressing Tatsumi, making a trail down to the trousers he'd tried to get rid of earlier. Damnit. He was going to return the favor of completion and Tatsumi was going to like it!

Alright, so he had moaned a little into that kiss... The thought of Watari tasting himself in his mouth was a hard turn on, as well. (If he could possibly get more turned on.)

Hands once again on his trousers made him selfishly greedy now. The bulge in his pants was no longer something he was able to put aside for the sake of pleasuring someone else. He wanted his turn now.

The blond grinned and licked at Tatsumi's lips as he slid the fabric off his hips. Underwear was quick to follow and then Watari reversed their positions. He grinned down at Tatsumi lecherously, a curtain of yellow hair sweeping down to tickle his chest. His hands stroked at Tatsumi's hard length while Watari's mouth attacked the man's ear, remembering how Tatsumi had subtly tried to hide its sensitivity...

The roles had been completely switched now.

Tatsumi had tried not to buck into the stroking sensation the blond was creating. The hair gracefully tickling his chest made his stomach muscles clench and he sucked in some air, trying not to bite down on his lip.

Control was forgotten when Watari had found his weakness in his ear. He flushed an immediate red, out of habit, and sighed uneasily, his breath quivering.

His hands felt oddly unused, so it brought them to play in the man's hair.

Which was a good thing, it kept it out of the way. He licked the sensitive earlobe once before whispering breathily into his ear, "Do you.. have any idea just how long I've wanted to do this to you... On your desk...?" He trailed down teeth raking a gentle path down that strong neck, nipping at that well defined collarbone. He blew a path of air across Tatsumi's chest. Eyes that smoldered like embers flicked up to him. "Don't hold anything back...I want you to cry out for me." He blew another stream of air directly on one dusky nipple, before lowering his head over it. All the while, his nimble fingers were tracing, caressing, and exploring Tatsumi's erection, as though committing the feel to memory.

A low moan escaped his parted lips, his mind becoming nothing but a pleasant buzz like it had earlier into the game. He heard the words, registered it, but couldn't reply.. Only become a gasping/moaning man of need, a vocal toy in the other's hands.

He wanted to cry out for Watari, too, but something stopped him. The word was lost, just like his voice. It took all his energy just to-

Damn, Watari was good with those hands!

Watari shivered against him, feeling a fresh wave of desire curl around his stomach. Was it possible to become aroused again so quickly? He was in danger of it...He switched sides and started teasing Tatsumi's other nipple, just because he could. He smirked against pale skin. Suddenly an idea came to him and he chuckled. Twitching his fingers, the necktie--still around his neck--came to life.

With sinuous motions, it followed Watari's will, slithering across the expanse of Tatsumi's chest, rubbing the silk against those sensitive nerve endings before snaking its way down to join his hands (with a slight tickle to the man's earlobe with the 'tail.')

Tatsumi was probably going to kill him later for this ...kink, but it was just too sexy not to adore. Tatsumi was just going to have to pack a surplus of ties for their vacation, Watari decided.

Tatsumi clenched fingers into golden hair, hissing something along the lines of "bastard" or "ass."

He was loving the torture, but the need to cry out, he could live without.

Watari made his way back up to nuzzle the hollow of his neck. "That's not a very nice thing to say.. Seiichi...Should I stop until you remember your manners?" Oh gods he was such a cruel, cruel tease..

He couldn't find himself to scream or cry out, yet Tatsumi had enough in him to beg?

"Don't...." he breathed closely into the ear nearest him. "..you dare stop."

How had the whole tie idea back-fired on him so painfully, pleasingly?

Watari smiled and dropped a gentle kiss onto Tatsumi's cheek. D'aww~! Something in the way his voice threatened to break melted Watari's heart all over again. "I'd never dream of it..." And suddenly he and the tie and switched places, and Watari was returning the favor of oral stimulation, humming in the back of his throat to give added pleasure.

'Then why did you even~' "Ahh!" he had to mentally will himself not to thrust into that hot mouth. His hands went back to grab golden locks, anything to hold onto...

"Yuta.." he said for no apparent reason. God, was Watari humming?! (Why hadn't he thought of that...?)

One hand was firmly pressed against Tatsumi's hips, and he was enjoying the pull on his scalp for some reason. The other hand aided the ministrations of his mouth and the necktie simply kept on caressing the secretary gently. Watari moaned as he felt energy gathering in that squirming form underneath him. He dragged his teeth along the elder Shinigami's erection, before taking as much of it in as he could.

His chest was visibly shaking now, his body forcing him to breath. Sweat lingered on his sharp features, running down from his jaw to his neck...

Why was Watari so good at this???

It wasn't just the oral sensation (he refused to call it a bj), but knowing it was Watari was enough of a stimulation for him. Here and now.

The man's moan gave birth to one of his own, though it was much more verbal since Watari had him in his mouth. He was slowly, so slowly, rocking in rhythm with the blond, careful so not to choke him. (Plus, he was being held back some.)

His breath caught in his chest and all of his muscles tightened... Almost...

Looking down at Watari, seeing him do this, was enough to push him over the edge. Tatsumi made one short cry, that sounded more like a grunt, "Wa~tari..." before he spilled.

The man tilted his head back and let the bittersweet taste of Tatsumi fill his mouth. There was something undeniably refined in the taste, rather like the man it came from. Watari gently released Tatsumi from his mouth and swept up the remaining fluid with his hand, licking at it thoughtfully, trying to discern a better metaphor for the flavor. He touched a hand to Tatsumi's tie, taking the life out of it, before bending down to catch his lips.

"I consider that a promise well fufilled."

Had Watari just said something...? Yes... Yeah, he was sure he had, but he just couldn't make it out right now.

A wave of complete satisfaction had washed over him, making him null to the rest of the world except for... "Yuta-kun." he played with the name, finding it cute and very fitting for the man. He lovingly wrapped his arms around his Yuta-kun. Forgive him, but he the long day and it's added activities were catching up with him now, leaving him tired.

He supposed he should be putting his clothes back on now...

((And that's it for the adult stuffs for now yaaa--wait I mean boo XD ....*isnotaperv* XD))

Rhea-sama · It's a fool's world

The pet-name Tatsumi came up with made him feel oddly warm inside, or like he'd just swallowed some butterflies. Watari reciprocated the snuggle, grabbing his labcoat from somewhere and throwing it over them. He was feeling kind of tired too.. "Mm..You know..this would be a lot more comfortable on a bed or a couch or something..." Not that he minded, he had Seiichiro to lay on, but the poor man was laying on the hard desk, which was far more condusive to acts of sex than acts of cuddling.

"Hm? There's a couch in the break room." he uncharacteristically joked.

Watari laughed. "You know, everyone's probably gone home anyways...but there's always the futon in my lab."

"There's a futon in there?" he asked in mild surprise. "Where on earth is the damn thing, then?"

Engaging in sexual activities on Watari's futon was not the subject here! How the mad man got the thing in there was! And was there the possibility that it might be... alive?

He swallowed, nervously.

Watari laughed. "Of course! It's in the back. Where do you think I sleep when I don't go home?" He stood up languidly, gathering up their clothes and tossing them over his shoulder. He poked his head out of the door cautiously. Yup. As he suspected, all normal personel had long since fled the workplace. "Nobody here but us chickens," he smiled, gesturing for the man to follow him.

"Watari," he started, getting up also, "I have never, in all my years, seen this futon you speak of."

Not that he didn't believe the man, just that... Lord, it had to be covered! He could just picture all the junk on it. Well, not junk. Watari's stash of things.

His pants... Where were those...? "My pants. Hand them here." This little chicken would prefer to have his pants back on now.

Watari grinned...oh no...he wouldn(--wait this is Watari so yes, yes he would) and ducked out of the office, streaking towards the lab, cackling madly. At least Tatsumi still had the labcoat.. and the tie.

Well.... Tatsumi was wide awake now. Seeing his pants going out the door by way of the mad man. Correction, dead man.

"WATARI!" he screamed, unable to hide the pissed tone.

Frantically, he used his tie as a sad attempt to close off the coat around him, hiding...himself. Bare footed, (and that hallway was damn COLD) he chased after the bastard. The evil, evil dead bastard.

In his lab, Watari had pulled out the futon from the secret compartment in the floor and was laying on it, giggling helplessly in laughter. Oh he knew he was dead, but really, Tatsumi shouldn't give him openings like that! It was his fault. The secretary should have known better.

Yes, Watari Yutaka was definitely unhinged.

Tatsumi nearly skidded to a stop in front of Watari's lab entrance. His hair misplaced and messy, glasses(which he had remembered to put on before taking chase) were low on his nose and a bit uneven, the white lab coat all that was hiding his bare skin, (though not much could be said about his legs) and lastly, his tie that was tied around his waist.

"Glad you find it so humorous," he growled, stepping in. "I'll tell them you died laughing."

Ah, so there's that damned futon! What the hell?! It hadn't been there before!

Watari couldn't help himself, he collapsed even further, rolling over on his side, about fifty brilliant come backs had come to him, further disabling him.

Really, with the way he was carrying on Tatsumi wouldn't have to do much to cause his death. Though really, the man was being slightly unreasonable. After all, Watari had dashed around the hall in the buff, Tatsumi had a reasonable amount of cover.

Damn.. he just.. couldn't.. stop.. laughing...!!

This continuous laughing felt like it was damaging his pride more and more by the second. Yes, he could imagine the whole thing slightly funny. Maybe he would later. When he had his pants.

He dived at the laughing villain, snatching up his pants (and perhaps whacking the man with them a few times in the process) and placed them back on him rather quickly.

The idea to remove the tie and attempt choking Watari came to mind.
Vainly Watari pressed a hand to his mouth, trying to smother his snickers. "S-s-sohahahahrrry..'S.. not.. you.. it's just.. so...fu-hu-hu-ny...Always.. knew I'd.. die.. laughing hahahaha... 'Cept.. 'm ..already...Dea--de--deheheheheh~!" Oh gods, that just set him off again. He rolled over and smothered his face in a pillow. (Gods only knew why he needed twelve of them o.O)

Clothed, and a bit more calmed down now, Tatsumi plopped himself down on the "suddenly appearing" futon with Watari. He got up again to remove some of the pillows from under him, setting a few on top of the still laughing blond.

He was smiling now. Because, as he'd thought, the situation was funny now that he had captured his pants back.

Tatsumi leaned over Watari, scooping his arms under him and lifting him up so that he rested on his chest.

"Just hurry and get it out of your system, please." he muttered.

Watari snickered a few times. "Sorry.. " He gasped, in a slight need for oxygen. He reached a hand over and blindly searched for his own pants, pulling them on. He burst into giggles again. "Aaaah hahaha sorry.." Really. At this point it wasn't even about the event anymore. This was about laughing for the sake of laughing...His laughter eventually dissolved and left him panting slightly, waiting for his breath rate to return to normal.

Finally! No more laughing... If he'd continued, he might have been forced to join him. Watari had that certain laugh that made you want to laugh too, even if you weren't sure of what you were laughing about.

Tatsumi brought the other closer to him again, not really having the heart to let him go. How many times had he just wanted to hold the other? So many, too many times... He was going to drag this out as long as he could.

"Are you spent, yet?" he asked. He didn't think he would survive if the man wasn't.

The scientist sighed happily, not complainging about the cuddling. At his query however, Watari flicked his eyes up and down Tatsumi in a very dirty manner. "Don't ask me that question looking all sexy-like." He kissed the man on the cheek, before arranging a little half-nest of pillows, and lay down. He smiled up at the secretary, before dragging Tatsumi down beside him. "Hmm told you ya make a good pillow. Warm too." He yawned. "Wanna go out for dinner later? Usually that part happens before the sex bit, but really, I don't mind.."

Oh no, had Watari really just laid him down? That really wasn't the best of moves. And snuggling up to him... then yawning... Was he trying to put him to sleep?

Tatsumi melted beside him, sinking into the nest of pillows and feeling sleep creep up on him rather quickly. Dinner sounded nice, but sleep sounded better to him.

"Mmm... No. I have some Italian food left over from last night, if you'd like..." No, he didn't feel like going out for dinner at this time of the week. He had already spent money he wasn't supposed to earlier this morning when they'd gone out.

The secretary rested his head on part of a pillow and the rest on Watari. Just twenty minutes or so, that's all he asked... Just a little sleep. In no time he was out, sleeping soundly next to the one he'd come to deeply care for over the last few years. And knowing the other was there put a peaceful expression on his face.

"Hn...'kay." He was much too tired to point out that they hadn't actually spent any money this morning, but the idea of Tatsumi-made leftovers was better than most restaurants any day. He pulled Tatsumi a little closer to him...looking for maybe an hour of sleep.. but not much more.

Paurie

lol I didn't know you had started this up already. ^^

Curses for the gaps. ;_; Why are there so little PMs in the Delivery part anyway?! *sighs*

Oh, but I can't wait for Yu-chan! =DDD Kitty fun-ness-ness!

Rhea-sama

We have soooooooooooooooooooo many pages of RP it's not even funny XDD

Paurie

Really? =D How cool.

I've never RPd so much... Even when I'm RPing through PMs with my friend, it may take her a few days to even reply. =x And it takes her forever to reply, yes, longer than me!

Anyway, this is my first "writing" of anything YnM... And I can't believe I'm Tatsumi. ^^;; Rhea-sama, as we all know, is a perfect Watari.

Anyway~~~ Hope people might enjoy this.

Rhea-sama

*blushing at the 'Perfect Watari' comment* =^_____^= You make for a wonderful Tatsumi. XDD You give me lots to play off of x33

Paurie

Finally~! We're almost to that damn vacation! D: Poor Tats needs iiiiiiit. <3 (And some possible love. X3) Oh, noes! Gonna have to leave out alot of food for Yu-chan. :O Unless she... comes along or something.

*does a victory dance at being seme* Very Happy

Rhea-sama

Another day another dollar: An RP with Rhea and Paurie

Matilda-san

Luter-kun& Flirting

Black Forest Cake <33

A vacation!? HOORAYS! And more.. more flirting >D

Ring-a-ring-a-rosey..

A prelude to a kiss...

This is what you all wanted to see anydangways right? XD

My aren't we.. eager.

It's a fool's world