Summary: Once every few years, a strange fever takes over the Shinigami…PWP?
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Strange Circumstances by Janie Hart
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There were hands on his waist, gentle and firm, and they slid over the youthful angles of his hips until they traced the curves of Hisoka's soft bottom. His voice hitched, surprised, but this unfamiliar dream-lover quelled his anxiety with a tingling kiss and marked the young Shinigami's jaw line with his hot lips. A hand moved to tickle at his spine, and danced upwards to caress the space between his shoulder blades.
It was different from his usual nightly visions of an Incubus in white. This man - it was definitely a man - was dark, and slow, and was careful with Hisoka, and there was a sensation that wasn't at all bad of being worshiped as something sacred or fragile. Somehow he couldn't see the man's face, although he was certain he knew this person from another place and time. There was a scent he couldn't name, a wild and feral smell like nature or a forest by a river, or even of smoke and flowers… it was enough to get lost in.
These thoughts were lost when Hisoka rubbed up against the man's belly. They pressed against each other in the sheets, and he felt a fresh heat demanding his attention. The hand against his buttocks traveled around again, this time coaxing the teen to ecstasy, and he buried a gasp against the man's sculpted shoulder. Through his bangs Hisoka could see the head of dark hair veiling his face, and when the man came to kiss him again Hisoka needed to see - needed to
As how most dreams of this nature must end, Hisoka awoke panting and soaked in sweat, with his sheets needing to be washed for the fourth night in a row.
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Hisoka came to work that morning with his head feeling several kilos heavier, his face pale and breath a little shallow. The air seemed denser to him lately, more tiring, and all he wanted to do was sit lazily at his desk and idly watch Tsuzuki work - he wasn't ill, was he? Yesterday Hisoka had gone to Watari's lab to check if there was something wrong, only telling the scientist about feeling out-of-sorts lately and tired, but the blonde assured him that he was fine and it was only natural.
Just what was natural?
Tsuzuki had been avoiding him… and Tatsumi was busying himself with far more work than was usual for the man… and thus when Hisoka had run out of forms to fill, he gave up working to watch Tsuzuki. The usually vibrant Shinigami was subdued, tense even, as he wrote reports; occasionally pausing in mid-sentence as if his thoughts were on other things. And Hisoka had no clue that, but the emotions he could pick up were like vague amorphous blobs of color.
Mid-afternoon, Kannuki Wakaba suddenly bid them farewell, although it seemed the others had know about it beforehand.
"See you later, Hajime-chan," chirped Wakaba. The soles of her shoes clacked smartly and echoed down the long corridors of JuOhCho.
"Bye, Kannuki-kun," Terazuma Hajime grunted most unhappily as he handed a large pink suitcase to his partner.
"See you Tsuzuki-chan, Watari-chan, and Tatsumi-san!"
"Ah! Have fun, Wakaba-chan!" Tsuzuki Asato cried as Watari Yutaka waved. Tatsumi Seiichirou simply nodded.
"Kurosaki-kun! Good-bye! Don't let the others be too hard on you just because you're new," Wakaba warned with a sunny smile as Hisoka looked on in confusion. Although young in comparison to the other Shinigami, he wasn't that new - nearly two years had gone by already.
"Where are you going, Kannuki-san?" Hisoka politely inquired.
"Oh?" She tilted her head to the side, puzzled. "Don't you know? Didn't the others tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Hisoka glanced at Tsuzuki, who suddenly looked embarrassed and turned away in a fit of coughing. Watari pounded the man on his back, apologetic laugher a little strained.
"They didn't mention that?" Wakaba covered her mouth as if she had said something scandalous. She was then joined by the kind and prim Torii Saya and her energetic short-haired partner Fukiya Yuma as then hurried to her from across the hall, both similarly dragging luggage. Immediately, there was chaos.
Yuma dumped her suitcase and pointed at the men. "We heard everything!" she shouted. "You should be ashamed!! You didn't even warn him? Maybe we should take Hisoka-kun with us, right, Saya, Wakaba?"
"Oh, that would be a lovely idea!" Saya answered, the two tails of her hair flying as she and her partner rushed forward. Terazuma diving out of their path, frantic in his efforts not to be touched by the careless girls. "Can Hisoka-kun come with us, Tatsumi-saaaan?"
"Pleeeaaase?" Yuma begged the shadow-master.
Tatsumi shook his head, "Now, now…"
"It's okay, we'd take good care of you," Wakaba told Hisoka.
"You are not 'taking care' of anyone! And not him!" Terazuma roared, twitching.
Hisoka's head swam, slightly dizzy. "Where are you going? Why?"
"It's polite, they're leaving to save their dignity," Watari murmured.
"Or ours," Tsuzuki murmured back.
Saya clapped her hands together. "Can't he come with us girls? He looks enough like one…"
Yuma mirrored her. "Hisoka-kun is beautiful like a woman."
Wakaba nodded. "It would be such fun!"
Terazuma sputtered at them all. "You don't know what you're saying!"
"What are you people talking about?!" Hisoka snapped. He felt as if some big secret was being kept from him. "Whatever it is, just tell me. Please."
They all stared at him, the girls with sympathetic looks. His ivy-green eyes settled on Tsuzuki, who was almost shyly gazing back with violet eyes half-lidded. He didn't notice before, but his partner's face was a bit in the air.
Tsuzuki idly scratched the back of his hand, "Um, it's kind of hard to explain. You see, well, every so often there's this… thing… that happens…"
Watari broke in, "Bon, Shinigami use a lot of energy - spiritual and otherwise - to be able to heal the way we do. But after a few years there is a build up of energy, or potential energy, that our physiology doesn't use since we're not injured all the time. So eventually we, hmm, release this energy. Understand?" The scientist paused long enough to note the blank expression before continuing on. "You've been feeling… odd, right?" A nod. "A bit warm, maybe, kind of tired but not, your mind wandering?"
He swallowed and nodded. There was a strange fluttering in Hisoka's stomach, like a field of nervous moths learning to take flight. "But I told you that before." He frowned from the flashes of amusement leaking from everyone.
"I could add one more symptom you didn't mention to me: have you been dreaming, Hisoka?" Watari peered closely at him, understanding in his honey-hued eyes.
Hisoka was taken aback. "W-well, what do you mean?" he stuttered before catching himself. But it was no use because it seemed to have confirmed whatever suspicion Watari had. "Everyone dreams."
"Ah, but these aren't the usual mundane fare, now are they, Bon?" The blond waggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Hisoka took a step back and flushed in mortification. How did they tell? How could they have known?
"Stop with the interrogation, Doc, he's not getting your point," Terazuma rumbled. He looked at Hisoka, his exotic red eyes sizing the smaller Shinigami up. "Kid, here's the deal - Shinigami go into heat, every few years, all at the same time, all together, things will happen, and yeah it sucks completely."
"You never seemed to mind," Tsuzuki added under his breath, but Terazuma caught it with his enhanced hearing.
"SHUT UP! I have no choice in this!! It's this damn Shikigami, ALL RIGHT?!"
"And so we have to leave and miss all the action," Saya sighed, straightening out on of her ponytails.
"There's no telling what Terazuma would do with us around," declared Yuma.
"WHAT?? I WOULD NEVER TOUCH EITHER OF YOU EVEN IF I WERE LOST IN A DESERT AND YOU COULD ONLY GIVE ME WATER FROM YOUR HANDS!"
Saya smiled cheerily at him, saying, "1976."
And the man was quiet.
If Hisoka was mortified before, he was simply horrified by now. His vision swam a bit and he sagged, feeling quite ill this time.
Tatsumi adjusted his glasses. "Kurosaki-kun?" he asked, sounding concerned.
"Hisoka? Are you…?" Tsuzuki reached out to him, but Hisoka shirked back.
"DON'T come near me! Just… just don't." He backpedaled against the wall, trying to regain his senses and process what was happening. "You didn't tell me about this before?"
Tsuzuki's eyes were clouded, disappointed. "I…I'm sorry, Hisoka. There wasn't any way to bring it up and I didn't want to scare you."
"Waiting until the last minute isn't soothing either, Tsuzuki-san," Tatsumi chided lightly, but at that Tsuzuki looked like he was about to cry. "So we… 'release this energy' by…" Hisoka said meekly, staring at them as if he didn't know them. Hisoka didn't know if he could handle this. His only experience with sex was bad enough, but this? Though the previous nights' dreams were pleasant enough, real life was infinitely more frightening - and these were his friends. People he knew and had to see day to day.
Watari tried to amend the situation. "It's all right, Hisoka. As much as our hormones will skyrocket, it's still us. We won't do anything you wouldn't want us to."
"If they do, you could easily kick their asses, from what I hear," Terazuma added, trying to smooth out his rough tone for Hisoka's benefit.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Kurosaki-kun?" Wakaba asked, her mismatched brown and orange eyes full of worry.
"If you don't feel safe, it's fine if you want to come with us," Yuma stated, nearly brushing past Terazuma when she picked up her bag again. He leapt out of the way once more.
"You're the one who's not safe!!"
Hisoka felt as if he were spinning, and he shook his head though it made the feeling worse. His stomach clenched in fear, the moths having evolved into motorcycles, and he tried to speak around the lump in his throat. "I think I need to sit down…" he said before blacking out.
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To be continued!!
Mou. Hisoka-kun has such a weak constitution. :sweatdrops: It's rated PG-13 for now, but I will up the rating with the next chapters! Please check the R section once in a while!