Hisoka didn't have time to protest before his partner's unexpected yank at his wrist had pulled him into the closet, so he did it afterwards. "Tsuzuki!"

A finger touched Hisoka's lips as the other hand pulled the door closed. "He's coming," he whispered in the darkness.

Right. Silence. Even if Tsuzuki was close. Too close. And this was completely unnecessary, but Hisoka couldn't make his case now.

Today's job was to keep an eye on a man who had somehow managed to elude several deadly accidents. The current theory was that someone was interfering, but they weren't sure yet what they might be dealing with. Although their target had entered the bedroom they'd been searching, they were still merely observing - they shouldn't make contact yet.

Contact... Speaking of contact, the side of Tsuzuki's hip pressed back against Hisoka's absently as he turned inside the small space. Hisoka, caught between Tsuzuki and the corner of the closet, couldn't move away. Definitely too close. How annoying.

...Kind of. Now that Tsuzuki had turned to stand in front of him, knees bent slightly to look through the crack in the door, the seat of his pants brushed against the front of Hisoka's jeans. It brought back... memories. Very good memories.

Being permanently sixteen and trapped in a closet with his idiot lover would have been great, if they were not on a case.

Please don't move, Tsuzuki... Hisoka bit his lip. This wasn't the time to think of - oh, don't shift like that.

Tsuzuki was restless, being stuck inside a closet. For all they knew, their target could come over and open the door at any moment. Normally Hisoka would have been scanning the man, trying to get a feel for where he was in the room and what he was doing, but he was distracted by the way Tsuzuki was shifting back and forth from right foot to left foot repeatedly. Maybe he was nervous - yes, a little nervous. Maybe it was too much sugar from those pastries he'd had for breakfast - there was a little of that buzz making him hard to read.

Either way, every time he moved, Hisoka could feel it. And it felt...

Hisoka tried to press further back against the wall to avoid the movement of Tsuzuki's hips. This was stupid - really stupid - they were on a case.

And it wasn't working, because Tsuzuki seemed to think that Hisoka's moving back meant that he was trying to give him a little more room; he moved back a little further into the closet with Hisoka. Hisoka tried to move back further still, but there was nowhere to go; he only succeeded in creating more friction between himself and Tsuzuki.

Did Tsuzuki even feel it? Did he feel... anything? There was a touch of satisfaction coming from him, and Hisoka could feel that as surely as he could feel the man's movements against the growing pressure in his pants. Tsuzuki had to feel that. Hisoka gritted his teeth. If that was what that satisfaction was about...

Maybe it wasn't - because all of a sudden, the bedroom door shut, and Hisoka realized that the faint residue of casual bewilderment the man had radiated while he looked for whatever he'd left behind was only residue. All was silent.

"Open the door," he whispered to Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki turned slightly to look back at him, inadvertantly grinding a little, which made Hisoka's teeth clench harder. "He's only just gone - he might come back."

Right. Right, that was true. But Tsuzuki turned again, and it was getting awfully difficult to stay put. He tried to get out of the way, but backed into the corner as he was, he only succeeded in rubbing against Tsuzuki more. That wasn't helping.

They waited another twenty seconds - Hisoka counted each one. When he felt no one nearby, and was sure that the man had gone, he reached past Tsuzuki to push the door open, glaring at his partner as he blinked in the sudden light. Somewhat breathless, he shoved Tsuzuki out of the way so he could simply get outside and have some space, and asked the question he'd wanted to ask from the start. "Why hide in the closet when we can go invisible, baka?" he demanded.

Tsuzuki looked innocent, but felt something else. "I... forgot?" he offered, with an almost believable sheepish wince.

"Baka," Hisoka repeated, almost hissing. Since there was no indication that their target was coming back, he shoved Tsuzuki back into the closet, and closed the door behind them again after following.

"Wow," said Tsuzuki brightly, backed into the corner himself this time. "I didn't expect you to hold out until he'd actually had some time to get away-"

"Shut up."