Tatsumi filed away the finished report and glanced at his clock. He’d taken care of more things this morning than he had expected, and now it was time for a brief coffee break.
As he crossed the main office room he bumped into Saya and Yuma, who were returning from the break room with brimming cups of coffee. He inhaled deeply as he exchanged the usual brief hello. The coffee smelled extremely pleasant today, maybe someone had put in a new blend.
He found Hisoka sitting at the break room table and Tsuzuki fixing two cups of coffee at the counter. “Should I make you one as well, Tatsumi-san?”
“Yes, please,” he agreed, sitting down. A moment later Tsuzuki passed out the three cups; one loaded with cream and sugar, one black for Hisoka, one with just a drop of cream for Tatsumi,.
Tatsumi took another whiff of the coffee, savoring the pleasant aroma before taking a sip. “This is quite good, is this a new blend?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t see any new wrappers,” Tsuzuki said, taking a sip. “Mmm, this is really yummy.”
“Me neither,” Hisoka agreed. “But this is a nice flavor.”
They sat in silence for a moment, sipping their coffee and enjoying the flavor and scent of it. “Is it a bit warm in here?” Hisoka asked, breaking the silence.
“No, it’s quite nice actually,” Tatsumi replied, looking up.
He found Tsuzuki staring at Hisoka with an intense look that was best saved for private. Hisoka turned and looked at his partner, a blush spreading instantly on his cheeks. Then his face melted, and he returned the look that Tsuzuki was giving him. Closing the gap between them, Tsuzuki kissed the younger man.
Tatsumi was about to berate them for inappropriate behavior for the office, and – even worse – for behaving such a way in front of him, but the way they looked, so calm, peaceful, and affectionate toward each other, made him change his mind. Grabbing his coffee cup, he left the break room instead, closing the door firmly behind him.
In the main office he was greeted with moaning and girly giggling. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looked around but didn’t see anything. The noises were clearly coming from behind a desk, and as they quickly intensified he decided not to investigate further. He’d reprimand them later, he decided, noting the two cups of coffee on the desk and confirming his original assumption that it was Yuma and Saya doing... something... behind the desk.
Tatsumi sighed and decided to return to his office and finish his coffee there as he got back to work. On the way there, Chief Konoe suddenly ran into the hallway. “Ah, Tatsumi-san. I must run. I, um, have to go home. There’s something important I have to take care of. Sorry to leave so suddenly. Bye. Oh, and Tatsumi-san, I left cup of coffee on my desk, could you clean it up so it doesn’t get grimy? Thanks, goodbye.”
Tatsumi stood in the hallway, slowly blinking his eyes and wondering why Konoe was running out of the office like that, and why he’d held his briefcase over his lap the whole time he talked rather than gesturing as normal.
With a sigh he decided to go clean up the coffee cup before getting back to work.
He paused. The coffee cup. Hisoka and Tsuzuki had been drinking the coffee when they suddenly... He’d seen Yuma and Saya leaving the break room with coffee and when he came out they were... Chief Konoe had left a cup of coffee in his office before running out with his briefcase covering....
Right. There could only be one possible culprit.
Cup still in hand, he headed to the lab and entered without knocking. “Watari!”
“Oh, hello, Tatsumi-san, what can I do for you today?” the blond asked, appearing from behind a table.
“What did you put in the coffee?”
“Whatever do you mean, Tatsumi-san?”
“I ask again, what did you put in the coffee?” He put a subtle threat into those words.
“Um, well, it was the, well, latest batch of sex change potion,” Watari stuttered. Then his face lit up. “Why? Did it work?”
Tatsumi sighed. “No. It didn’t work, thankfully. Though you appear to have created a powerful aphrodisiac, as most of the staff are currently impersonating bunnies.”
“Oh my. That was completely unexpected, must change the formula, can’t have a repeat of such a failure,” Watari muttered, and started scribbling something on a notepad.
A thought suddenly occurred to Tatsumi. “I wouldn’t say it was a complete failure. You produced an aphrodisiac that works effectively and extremely quickly. Do you still have the recipe? Can you make more?” This had the potential to be a highly profitable venture.
“Hmmm,” Watari mused, looking slightly interested. “We’d have to run some more tests first, of course. For example, how long does it last? When do the effects start to wear off? I mean, if the effects never wear off, then what does that mean?”
“Good point.” Tatsumi nodded, he hadn’t considered that. He hoped it wore off, and soon, as he’d just lost half the ministry to Watari’s experiment.
“And, Tatsumi-san, is that a cup of coffee in your hand?” Watari asked.
“Well, yes,” he said, frowning at the cup.
“And how much did you drink?”
“About half the cup.”
“And no effect?”
Interesting. “Well, no, it doesn’t seem that way.”
“Interesting. You have cream in your cup, what about the others?” Watari asked, peering into the coffee cup.
“Tsuzuki had cream and sugar, Hisoka had it black, Yuma and Saya both had cream, and I think they both take sugar. Chief Konoe drinks it black,” he replied.
“So black or with both cream and sugar, but just cream and there appears to be no effect. Very interesting.” With that, Watari grabbed the coffee cup out of Tatsumi’s hand and gulped down the rest of the coffee.
“Watari! What are you doing?”
“Testing the hypothesis,” Watari said, setting down the cup. “That was very tasty, even if there was no sugar.”
“It appears that your potion also improves flavor,” Tatsumi replied.
“How very interesting. It could be profitable even with just that.” Watari jotted something else down in his notebook.
“Do you feel anything?” Tatsumi asked. “It seemed to affect the others very quickly.”
“No, nothing. I feel the same.” Watari frowned. “Very interesting.” He wandered over to the apparatus set up on one of the benches and returned with a vial of clear liquid.
“This is it, maybe you should try some of it directly,” Watari said, handing it to him.
“You want me to drink this?” Tatsumi frowned.
“Uh-huh.” Watari nodded with a smile. “Have I ever told you what beautiful eyes you have, Tatsumi-san?”
“What?”
“You should wear blue shirts more often, Tatsumi-san,” Watari said, trying to push Tatsumi’s jacket off of his shoulders. “It really brings out the hue of your eyes.”
“Watari, what are you doing?” He frowned, trying to pull his jacket back up.
“Please, call me Yutaka,” Watari muttered, leaning in and grabbing Tatsumi’s tie and starting to undo it.
Tatsumi let go of the jacket to pull Watari’s hands off his tie and started doing it back up. But Watari moved back to the jacket, sliding it off again. When he moved to grab the jacket, the hands went back to the tie.
They could easily be here all day waiting for the drug to wear off. If it wore off.
He managed to grab Watari’s hands and hold them firmly. “Watari, stop.”
“Mmm, why?” Watari pouted. “When was the last time you had any fun, Tatsumi-san? You could do with some relaxation, you’re too tense. Plus, you’re so handsome. How is it that a man as good looking as you is alone? What’s the matter Tatsumi-san, is it that you don’t like me?” Every time Watari said ‘Tatsumi-san’ the words picked up more and more of a teasing tone, and even a bit of a purr.
“It’s not that, it’s the potion, Watari. You’re clearly affected by it and I’m not. When it wears off, you may regret this.”
“Why would I regret it?” Watari asked. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Tatsumi-san.”
”What?”
“I never had the courage to tell you, but now it seems that I can’t stop myself,” Watari said, and, hands still held, leaned forward and started licking Tatsumi’s neck.
“Watari-san, did the potion really take affect, or are you just taking advantage of the situation and pretending it’s working to tell me your true feelings?” He didn’t think the scientist would try a trick like that.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Watari said, nuzzling Tatsumi’s neck some more and making it hard for him to think. “I would have figured out a better way to tell you so you’d take me seriously, not like this.”
Watari pulled back, and the look on his face was so sad that Tatsumi hugged him. “It’s okay, Yutaka...” He believed him, it was a rather embarrassing way to reveal one’s emotions to the person of their interest.
“Oh, good,” Watari said, and Tatsumi once again felt the scrape of tongue against his neck, a mouth latching on below his ear and sucking.
“Wata–Yutaka, how about you let go of me now, I leave you alone, and once the potion wears off, we talk about this more seriously?” Tatsumi suggested, trying to regain control of the situation.
“Why?” Watari frowned at him. “I thought it might be that you don’t like me, but you said that wasn’t the case, so clearly you like me, what’s wrong with doing this now?”
“The potion,” Tatsumi tried to explain again, silently cursing himself for having let that much slip, even if by accident.
“Then drink some more, maybe you just have a high tolerance,” Watari said, handing him the vial again.
Tatsumi frowned at the bottle. He wasn’t sure if he could fight off Watari’s advances, and while giving in wouldn’t be that bad, he’d always feel bad about this, even if things worked out between them. However, if they were both affected by the potion, then it would be different.
He uncapped the cork and took a good swing from the bottle. Watari sat and watched him in silence for a few minutes. “Anything?”
“Nothing,” he replied.
“Hmm, have some more.”
Tatsumi took another long drag from the bottle, polishing off half its contents, about a coffee cup’s worth. It tasted like vanilla and hazelnuts.
Watari started kissing his neck again, and this time when he started undoing Tatsumi’s tie, he let him. Watari then dragged the jacket off before capturing him in a kiss. Watari was a surprisingly talented kisser and it was easy to get lost in the sensations, forgetting the problematic nature of the situation.
“Mmm, you taste good,” Watari said when he pulled back. “Or was it the potion?”
“Might be the potion,” he replied.
“Is it working?”
“No, I feel normal,” he replied. He felt a little lust, but not the overwhelming desire that seemed affect everyone else. Just the touch of lust that came from having an attractive man kissing him and pulling off his clothes.
“Interesting,” Watari said again, and started slipping out of his own clothes, first his lab coat and then his turtleneck, revealing a tight black shirt underneath. It was of a shiny sleek material, not something Tatsumi would have expected of him, but it looked good.
He reached back and undid the ribbon that held most of Watari’s hair back, letting the blond hair fall down in a mass of long blond tresses. Watari smiled at him. “You like the hair?”
“Mm-hm,” he replied, tangling his fingers in those long locks. Watari leaned in and started kissing him again, and Tatsumi let him lower him to the floor and push him back so he was lying down. He’d realized there was no way he was going to deter Watari, so he might as well enjoy himself. Hopefully, the potion would wear off soon.
“Let’s make it quick,” Watari declared, “And then we can go back to my place or your place or somewhere more comfortable than the lab floor.”
Tatsumi was about to say, ‘good idea,’ but realized what he was about to agree to. “Shouldn’t we talk about this before it goes any further?”
“What for?” Watari asked with a frown and turned himself around to kneel over Tatsumi’s body with head over Tatsumi’s groin. He deftly undid the belt, button, and zipper on Tatsumi’s trousers, and then pulled Tatsumi’s erection out through the slit in his boxers.
Tatsumi gasped, that had been unexpected. He was about to comment that things were moving a bit too fast when Watari’s mouth closed over him. Anything he might have said was replaced by a moan.
It took him a moment, but then he realized why Watari had chosen to hover above him the way he had. Tatsumi leaned up and started undoing Watari’s trousers as well, finding boxer shorts in a ridiculous robot print underneath.
Ignoring the robots, he reached into the slit and pulled out Watari’s erection. Watari moaned appreciatively, sending interesting tremors through Tatsumi’s body. He had to push down on Watari’s hips to give himself better access. He started by licking the head, clearing it of precome, and then slowly easing his mouth over the head and then some of the length. It had been a while since he’d last done this, but it was easy to remember what he was supposed to be doing, easy to get lost in the sensation of his actions and the feelings of pleasure that Watari was wringing out of him. And the sheer decadence of this act of simultaneous pleasure. He wasn’t decadent often, but when he was, he went all out.
Watari came first, moaning intensely around Tatsumi’s erection, the sensation bringing him to climax as well. Tatsumi swallowed Watari’s come instinctively, and felt Watari’s tongue cleaning him off when he’d finished.
Watari shifted back around and settled half on Tatsumi, half on the floor, wrapping an arm and leg around him, resting his head against Tatsumi’s arm. Tatsumi found himself stroking that golden head of hair.
“Mmm, that was very nice, Tatsumi, thank you,” Watari smiled at him. “And, it appears that climax negates the effect of the potion.”
“I suppose that’s good to know,” Tatsumi stated, worried how Watari was going to react now.
“Now, if we can only figure out why it never affected you, we can go ahead and market it. It never did kick in, did it?”
“No, it never did.”
“You know, that’s good to know.” Watari smiled, leaning up on his arms to give Tatsumi a brief kiss. “It means that you did that because you wanted to, not because the potion forced you into it.”
It was an interesting point. He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d stopped protesting and had gone along with it. He wasn’t sure why exactly he’d done it either. There was just something about this happy, sunny, smiling, golden man. Very interesting. Changing the topic, he asked, “And how about you?”
“Well, the potion certainly had something to do with it, but I never lied to you. Everything I told you was the truth,” Watari said earnestly.
“So you remember everything?” Tatsumi asked.
Watari nodded. “Yes, apparently the potion does not interfere with memory. That’s good to know.” He stood up and retrieved his notepad from where he’d dropped it earlier and started jotting in it once more.
Tatsumi watched him. The golden hair was splayed out all around him, falling on his back and along a naked chest, one lock brushing up against one of Watari’s nipples. His chest was lean and lightly muscled, narrowing down to slim hips. The pants had gotten pushed down to Watari’s thighs as he’d walked, but that didn’t seem to bother him at all. His boxers were still in place, though his cock, now limp, was hanging out through the slit. He looked well and utterly debauched, and yet, seemed totally unaware of his current state of undress or the appeal his nicely toned body and now slightly messy pool of blond hair made. Especially when he sucked on the tip of his pencil like that when lost in thought.
All of a sudden an overwhelming heat filled Tatsumi. His body felt like it was on fire, like he was standing in a furnace, no, in a volcano, he felt so heated. The blood rushed straight back to his groin, his mouth went dry, and his whole body screamed out for physical contact, for release, for his desire to be returned. He’d never felt lust or passion this overwhelming, this demanding, this sudden. He’d never once felt something that needed to be sated or he’d implode.
He blinked, trying to force it back, but it refused, increasing its intensity instead.
“Watari,” he managed to say. He had to say it again before the scientist’s thoughts turned to him rather than the experiment he’d been concentrating on.
“Yes, Tatsumi-san?”
“I think the potion does work on me after all.”
“Oh?” Watari’s eyes went up in a look of curiosity that had a moment to change to surprise as Tatsumi pounced on him.