Secrets [you hold the greatest weapon] (Tsuzuki/Hisoka)
Title: Secrets [you hold the greatest weapon]
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei doesn't belong to me, obviously.
Warnings: Un-betaed.
Tsuzuki's hands trailed along his skin, making maps and passages, and in a feathery-soft touch of his fingertips he must have felt Hisoka's heartbeat just underneath his skin (in a place with a birdcage and a key that only he'd been entrusted with).
Then there was only silence and hitched breathing; Hisoka closed his eyes tightly shut but opened them soon after and Tsuzuki wanted to tell him, don't look at me like I mean the world to you, I'm scared of this delicacy but Hisoka wouldn't stop. Of all powers he'd ever possessed, this had to be the most frightening one, and yet Hisoka walked on this thin line and sometimes smiled at a knife that was always pointed, always involuntarily ready.
Tsuzuki hoped that there would never be a time when his hands would no longer belong to him and trusted Hisoka to always stop him. You surely know; if I ever hurt you I'd continue crying even in countless afterlives,
and then Hisoka would kiss him and let him know secrets that were bittersweet and worth thousands of years of suffering. Tsuzuki could never quite let go of being bruised but if there had to be just one thing he'd been born for, all these long and painful eternities ago, it was this.
I haven't written anything for Yami no Matsuei in ages ;o Everything about my writing has changed since the last time I did. I hope I can start again ♥ This fandom is a bit dead but I still remember its days of glory and I really, really want them back. This series has inspired some of the best fanfiction out there and honestly, how could it be different? As for me, this pairing has fascinated me for around 7 years already ♥ Write people, wriiiite.
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei doesn't belong to me, obviously.
Warnings: Un-betaed.
Tsuzuki's hands trailed along his skin, making maps and passages, and in a feathery-soft touch of his fingertips he must have felt Hisoka's heartbeat just underneath his skin (in a place with a birdcage and a key that only he'd been entrusted with).
Then there was only silence and hitched breathing; Hisoka closed his eyes tightly shut but opened them soon after and Tsuzuki wanted to tell him, don't look at me like I mean the world to you, I'm scared of this delicacy but Hisoka wouldn't stop. Of all powers he'd ever possessed, this had to be the most frightening one, and yet Hisoka walked on this thin line and sometimes smiled at a knife that was always pointed, always involuntarily ready.
Tsuzuki hoped that there would never be a time when his hands would no longer belong to him and trusted Hisoka to always stop him. You surely know; if I ever hurt you I'd continue crying even in countless afterlives,
and then Hisoka would kiss him and let him know secrets that were bittersweet and worth thousands of years of suffering. Tsuzuki could never quite let go of being bruised but if there had to be just one thing he'd been born for, all these long and painful eternities ago, it was this.
I haven't written anything for Yami no Matsuei in ages ;o Everything about my writing has changed since the last time I did. I hope I can start again ♥ This fandom is a bit dead but I still remember its days of glory and I really, really want them back. This series has inspired some of the best fanfiction out there and honestly, how could it be different? As for me, this pairing has fascinated me for around 7 years already ♥ Write people, wriiiite.