4. Crate

Harry stopped just inside the door of his apartment, keys and mail still clutched in his hand. His eyes fixed on the giant, wooden monstrosity that had appeared in the middle of his living room. The furniture had all been pushed to one side to make room for the crate.

His lips thinned as he drew his face into a scowl. He dropped his keys into the bowl on the table next to his entryway and set the envelopes next to it.

"Hisoka." His voice was flat, "Come here right now."

Hidden just behind the door to their bedroom, Hisoka felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise in warning. He winced, running his fingers through his fuchsia hair. He inched his way around the door and slowly moved out of the bedroom, though he was still hidden by the crate.

"Hisoka."

He bolted towards his lover and appeared before the emerald eyed man. He attempted to fix a smile on his face but he just knew it was wobbly. He didn't want to sleep on the couch for the next decade.

"Hi, Harry." Hisoka greeted the petite man cheerfully, the barest hint of a wobble in his tone. "How was your day?"

"It was good," the smile on Harry's face was razor thin, the warning in his eyes equally sharp. "Until I came home and found the crate form of the bloody Trojan Horse sitting in the middle of my sodding living room."

"Ah –"

"Please, do inform me as to why there is a giant, wooden monstrosity of a crate sitting in the middle of my living room, Hisoka."

"Ah –"

"Now, Hisoka."

"Well…" Hisoka turned away and muttered something into the air next to them.

"What?" A note of exasperation entered his lover's voice. "Hisoka, please, just tell me what it is."

"It's a bed." Hisoka turned away to avoid the other man's gaze. "Bigger than the one in the bedroom right now. That way we'll have more room while we sleep. I know you're uncomfortable with the current one because there isn't enough space for the both of us to sleep comfortably."

"Oh."

Hisoka couldn't read the tone of Harry's voice but he stepped away from the other anyways. "I'm sorry, Harry. It was a bad idea; I'll go return it now – mmpphhh."

"It's a bed."

Harry watched as Hisoka turned away from his gaze.

"Bigger than the one in the bedroom right now. That way we'll have more room while we sleep. I know you're uncomfortable with the current one because there isn't enough space for the both of us to sleep comfortably."

"Oh." Harry breathed, his heart swelling in his chest. He couldn't stop the beaming smile that stole across the face. Hisoka had gotten them a new bed – maybe they should search for a new, bigger apartment now that they were living together?

He reached out to hug Hisoka – the other man's back was still turned – but his lover stepped away, the lines of his back tense.

"I'm sorry, Harry. It was a bad idea; I'll go return it now – mmpphhh."

Harry kissed the fuchsia-haired man furiously, his arms wrapping around the other's neck. Hisoka was unresponsive for a few shocked seconds before his arms curled around Harry's waist tightly, his tongue sweeping into Harry's mouth.

He pulled away from Harry after a minute, golden eyes piercing and brows furrowed. "You're happy?"

"Yes," Harry beamed at him. "Yes, yes, yes! We should get a new apartment, too! One big enough to actually fit that monster of a bed."

Hisoka smiled back at Harry, who laughed and hugged him again as his muscles finally loosened. "I thought you were mad."

Harry laughed, trailing off in embarrassment. "I thought it was going to be a giant animal or something. I'm sorry for getting mad, Hisoka."

A wicked smile stretched across Hisoka's face and he watched amusedly as his petite lover eyed his expression warily. The emerald-eyed man squeaked in surprise as Hisoka swung him over his shoulder, a long-fingered hand settling on his bum and squeezing.

"Hisoka!" The other man cried out, "W-what are you – ah!"

Hisoka grinned wickedly as he tossed his lover on their soon-to-be-broken bed. "How should I punish you for scaring me before?"

"Ah! Oh, Hisoka!" Harry flung his head back and moaned loudly as Hisoka's strong hand rubbed him through the rough denim of his jeans. "Oh, wait, please!"

"I don't think you really want me to wait, do you?" Hisoka purred as he nipped at the pale shell of Harry's ear. "How much punishment do you think you and this bed can take, love?"

"Oooooh, god, Hisoka! Please!"

Later, Harry would wonder just how in the buggering fuck had Hisoka gotten the bloody humongous crate into his fucking living room in the first place.

All of his doors and windows were a fraction of the damn thing's size!

Notes:

Some Harry POV in this chapter, though I did end up switching back and forth between Harry and Hisoka. (Haha, Harry is going to get eaten by the big, bad wolf!) Hisoka was a bit OOC in the beginning, but then again, he is terrified of the no-sex punishment.

I apologize for the delay in updating. I've been having a rough couple of weeks. I've been sick on and off and my maternal grandmother has been really sick this past month. Just yesterday, she was transferred to the ICU. School is also a bitch. I have six papers to write as well as a bunch of graphic arts assignments to complete and lines to memorize for a play for English if I want to pass all my classes.

On the bright side, I got all my college applications sent in. On the not so bright side, if I don't pass my classes, there was no point to doing them.

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