Seduction.

1. Yearning.

T: Because I fancied the challenge of writing an aggressive Hisoka! Slash, Flangst, OOC Hisoka (something for which I'm certain I'll be forgiven) Watari beign Watari, general Tsuzuki mayhem and a complete lack of fixed canon! I own nothing you see here apart from Hisoka's attitude!

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There had been a point, somewhere at the beginning of this madness, where Hisoka had feared intimacy. A point when even the vague suggestion of touch had been enough to send him cowering into a corner. A point where it had seemed as the strangest of choices to partner him with one who was so very dependent upon physical touch.

In the end it had been that need, as well as the desperate ache balled within it, that'd begun to change him, that'd allowed him to see that not all physical contact ended in blood and pain.

Suddenly being held by Tsuzuki, being wrapped in the strength of the other's arms, had become as his greatest desire, something that had addled his mind greatly until he'd believed that strength stolen from him forever.

Wrapped in the warmth of Toda's flames he'd finally understood what it was that he wanted from Tsuzuki, finally understood the core truth mired deep within the confusing broil of hormones and emotions.

He'd gone to Tsuzuki and informed the other of this understanding, had pledged everything that he was to the other.

When it had become clear that the fire had not killed them, that it'd served to make them stronger somehow, he'd found himself desiring the other's touch all the more, found himself desiring so much more from the older Shinigami than he every had before.

By the faint spikes of emotion that'd slipped, every so often, through Tsuzuki's shields he'd known that the other also yearned to touch him in this manner and yet, despite a year having past since the flames, the other had not acted on this desire.

He'd believed, initially, that this hesitance was due to the intense vulnerability the other had felt in the months following the fire, that the other feared pushing their relationship too hard and loosing the one certainty in his life.

Then Tsuzuki had begun to hesitate before reaching out for him, had begun to watch his every word and had raised his emotional barriers so high that Hisoka could not even feel the flimsy reality of the hyperactive enthusiasm his partner used always as a front.

Frightened by what such a choice could mean he'd cornered his partner in the office and enquired,

"Why have you shut yourself away from me?"

"I wanted to give you your space, Hisoka." There had been something underlying those words and, even without his empathy, he'd understood what it was. Had understood that his partner believed that he was forcing him into things he did not desire, believed that the desperate yearning folded deep in his heart would fracture Hisoka once more.

He'd tried all that he could to show Tsuzuki that this was not the case and yet the more he pushed the further his partner seemed to grow from him.

Finally, pushed to the edge by desire and the foolish tension that emotion had placed between himself and the one he loved, he'd decided to take drastic measures.

He'd understood that his desperate naivety in regard to this particular form of interaction would prove as a hindrance for doing as he'd wished and thus he'd approached Watari with a quest for aid.

The scientist had been surprised by the forwardness of such a request, the hot warmth of that emotion fading as his more mischievous nature, as well as his desire to bring happiness into the lives of others, took over.

"Firstly, Bon, you'll need to repress the part of Tsuzuki's mind that sees you still as a child, secondly you'll need to show him that he can not always have things his way, that you've some form of a life outside of this place. After that I'd suggest getting him a little drunk, once intoxicated a little of his control will slip and you can show him that that doesn't frighten you, that you wish such a thing from him."

"You have a plan, don't you?"

"Correct." The scientist remarks as he passes a small test tube into his hands and says, "Drink that."

The potion proves to be a solution to temporally bring his body in line with his true age, an explanation that Watari gives with a little chagrin and an apology of,

"I'm sorry that it could not be a permanent change, Bon."

He'd wanted to tell the scientist that there was no need to be apologetic over such thing, that he'd long since let got the hatred that he felt towards his youthful appearance, but a sudden wash of pain had blocked the words.

For the next few minuets that pain became his world, the insistent agony bubbling forth long forgotten memories of his last years of life and making him feel beyond lousy.

Eventually the pain dissipates and he untangles himself from the ball that he'd crunched into.

"I think you'll need these." Watari remarks as he passes a set of clothes into his care.

"Thank you, Watari."

It takes him an hour to get used to the oddity of his new body, to the disconcertion of the slight increase of his height and the new length of his limbs. It's time that he and Watari use to construct an explanation for this change and to make plans for his next few steps.

Once he feels comfortable in himself he takes a deep breath and, running a hand through his hair, says,

"Wish me luck."

"Good luck, Bon and I'll see you again tonight!"

"Seven, right?"

"Right!"

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T: I had intended for this to be a one shot but it's taken on a bit of a life of his own! I'll have the next (possibly final) chapter up tomorrow, why not review until then?