The lights were blinding, the music deafening, the emotions and thoughts were driving him mad, but Tsuzuki was here and he was doing� things, so Hisoka found he couldn�t really complain.

This was wrong, Hisoka told himself over and over again, so, so wrong. But he didn�t care, couldn�t care, all he wanted was more. And more. And more.

It had started off because of a case, but it had turned into something more, as the atmosphere of the club (and Hisoka almost getting hit on) had made Tsuzuki insist that Hisoka stay with him, which entailed� dancing. And something that was almost like groping, except, because it was Tsuzuki, it was somehow more� gentle.

It was the sort of club where no one cared that there was such a large age difference between them (if only they knew), so when Tsuzuki started kissing him, no one objected. So, Hisoka found himself returning the kiss, which quickly succumbed to a frantic tangling of tongues and urgent pressing of bodies against bodies.

Hisoka had never, ever thought he could feel like this for anyone, even Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki�s fingers threaded through his hair, trailing down to the small of his back to press Hisoka even further against him, and Hisoka found himself winding his arms around the older man�s neck to help. Tsuzuki�s breathing was hitching rather frantically by now, his grip on Hisoka�s arms tightening desperately. Hisoka was almost going to complain, except he knew that he was just as bad and so had no higher ground to stand upon.

��Soka,� Tsuzuki whispered, placing butterfly kisses against Hisoka�s temples as his hands roamed up and down the sweat-laced back. ��Soka� I want this, I want you.�

�Tsu-Tsuzuki,� Hisoka gasped out, whimpering as Tsuzuki ground their hips together, instinctively clutching Tsuzuki�s shoulders in a death grip as the world began to spin in multi-coloured, jagged lines. �Oh, God, Tsuzuki.� He pressed his face against Tsuzuki�s chest as he shuddered, the fire between his legs growing.

The emotions and fantasies of the crowd, which earlier had given him a fierce headache that had made him grumpy, now only made his head throb lightly, strong enough to merit only the slightest attention before he started thinking about Tsuzuki again. But he wondered if there was another empath in the crowd that could sense his own emotions, and found he really couldn�t care what they thought of him. In a place like this, it hardly mattered.

Tsuzuki ground himself against him one last time, uttering a cry that made Hisoka keen in response, and then the world exploded. The writhing crowd swallowed his scream, as Tsuzuki held him hard enough to bruise.

A soul, the latest victim in their case, stood nearby, watching them come with eyes that burned as he shook with rage and need.