Submerged
by SMYGO4EVA
In his darkest, wildest dreams, (somewhere tight, secluded, the sound muffled) Chrollo saw a man he knew too well. Hisoka, his eyes a baleful gold glimmering bright with bloodlust, was approaching him.
This couldn't be real.
"Two down, ten to go," Hisoka whispered with a soft growing grin. "It's only a matter of time."
Chrollo's eyes turned dark. No. They steeled over, burning hot rage threatening to burst, to eat him alive. It was all in vain. He then found himself pushed on top of a rough surface, caught in a vice.
The magician had him cornered.
Chrollo grit his teeth as he saw himself in Hisoka's eyes.
"Come and get me, Chrollo," His awful eyes, his deep, oily voice breaking the silence.
The spider found himself unafraid, even as searing pain kept burning his flesh. He only felt a film of bile rise in his throat.
He was sinking, sinking deeper, deeper, and deeper...
The magician seized Chrollo's face with clawed, callous fingers, kissing him cruelly, hard enough for him to sense the copper-red blood fill in his mouth.
Even after his eyes snapped wide open, his heart skipping a beat, Chrollo heard the echoing sensation of Hisoka's words ringing in his ears. The magician's touch lingered, scarring his face, his lips, with his nail-marks on his flesh.
They would meet again soon, claws scraping only closer, bloodstained fangs bared, where only one of them would walk away.
The die was cast.