[Pairings: (HxH)Hisoka/Muraki and Muraki/Tsuzuki
Warning: non-con, some gore
You can skip the rest of this author's note now if you want.
This is the first fic I've written in a very long time. I feel pretty rusty, but I'm hoping to maybe get more into it again. I've got a few other fic ideas I'd like to try after this one is complete. Speaking of completion, this fic has been drafted in its entirety. I didn't want to have another In Sheep's Clothing thing where I start posting and then lose motivation. There's no way this fic will go on hiatus. The only way that'll happen is a short hiatus because of life. I work part time and go to school full time, so my life is pretty hectic right now. However, even with all that, I should hopefully still have the time to remember to proof read a chapter and submit it once every week or so.
In case anyone was wondering, a total of twelve chapters are drafted. Each chapter is roughly as long as this first one, give or take a few hundred words. The total word count of all the drafted chapters combined is about 12,800 words (not counting any author blather I end up doing), so it's not going to be that long of a story. I hope people stay around for the entirely of it. :)
If anyone else wants to write some fic playing with this idea of the two Hisokas swapping places, either something similar to this concept or exploring what YnM Hisoka's adventures in the Hunter x Hunter universe, I would love to read it! This is an idea I've been dying to see for a long time, and eventually my need became so great that I couldn't hold it in and I ended up writing it myself. But please feel free to take this concept and use it however you want!
Heads up: I haven't read Hunter x Hunter in, like, eight or nine years. This characterization of Hisoka has been taken from what I remember about him (which has been tainted by years of inside jokes) paired with info from the wikia page. There may be some OOC moments.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy!]
A sakura-scented breeze caused Hisoka's skin to tingle and ruffled his back-swept red hair. He moved though the darkness as silent as a hunting barn owl. Those people in the strange house he had found himself in hadn't been worthy of death at his hand, but their pitiful attempts at self defense had left him hungry for a worthy fight. He had left them alive but broken, and was now out wandering, searching for someone to help him quench his thirst for blood.
When Hisoka reached the top of a hill, he spotted him. Basked in the light of the blood-red moon, the strange man raised a knife above him and plunged it into the chest of the limp woman he held in one arm. The scent of fresh blood mingled with the aroma of flowers, causing Hisoka's heart to thud in his chest in anticipation and making the partial erection he'd had since leaving that house to become fully hard.
The strange man turned slowly as though sensing Hisoka's presence, one eye catching the moonlight and glowing unnaturally. The heavy smell of blood and the intense power radiating from this man made it difficult for Hisoka to contain himself. He took a few staggering steps forward, trying his hardest to savor this moment. However, his bloodlust was too powerful, and he soon found himself charging forward at full speed.
His target leaped aside with more speed and agility than Hisoka had been anticipating. Hisoka turned just in time to block the punch directed at him. The man jumped back, a smirk on his thin, pale lips. Hisoka could tell that this stranger was filled with a similar bloodlust that left him crazed with an excitement that was visible both in his one visible eye and in the tightness of his white slacks.
The two circled each other like a pair of ravenous wolves, waiting for the other to drop his guard. Growing inpatient in his boredom, Hisoka struck first, lashing out with a hail of nen-sharpened playing cards. The man grinned smugly as he flicked his wrist and created an energy shield of some sort, harmlessly deflecting the cards. No matter. Hisoka doubted that such a thing could protect this man from a melee assault. He charged forward to close the distance, and the stranger charged as well, saying something in the same strange language those people at that house had spoken.
A blade, still dripping with his victim's blood, slashed out at Hisoka's face. In his lust for blood, he had forgotten about this weapon until he had seen the gleam a mere moment before he felt it cut into the flesh of his cheek. Hisoka raised his left fist to block a second strike and then landed a punch into the man's gut with his right. The man flew backward and crumpled to the ground, but then staggered back to his feet seemingly unharmed.
Good. If that had been all it had taken to down him, then he wouldn't have been worthy.
It was such a shame that Hisoka knew it would be over all too soon.
Hisoka flung more of his cards at his opponent. When the silvery man went to dodge, Hisoka pulled on the bungee gum that now connected the two of them, jerking the man right into the path of the oncoming cards, which sliced right through him, and he collapsed. Hisoka walked toward where his victim lay in a crumpled heap. As Hisoka approached, he heard the man chuckling softly to himself. Hisoka couldn't tell why, but it didn't matter; this man wouldn't be alive much longer anyway.
With a rustling fury of his long white jacket, Hisoka's victim jumped into the air in another attempt at an attack, but Hisoka yanked on the bungee gum again, slamming him back into the ground. The man landed with a gasp as the air was crushed out of his lungs. It was Hisoka's turn to chuckle as he walked toward his helpless prey. His lust for blood and for a good fight had faded, but there was one other lust that remained, aching in his loins. The defeated man struggled to catch his breath and resume the attack, but Hisoka knew it was all over for him.
Hisoka knelt and quickly stripped the man bare from the waist down. The erection he had seen through the man's pants was still there, throbbing needily. The man glared up at him and tried to cover himself. The two of them were so similar yet so different. This stranger had been little more than a mouse to Hisoka, yet the stranger had thought them equal because they both had teeth. The love nibble from the man's knife still bled, but Hisoka paid it no mind. Instead, he removed his own pants and forced the other man's legs open.
Suddenly seeming to only now understand what was happening to him, Hisoka's toy began to struggle again. Hisoka ignored the fists hammering into his chest, the palms that shoved against him. The blows were no more painful than flies beating against his skin.
Hisoka guided his own erection to the man's entrance with one hand and then thrust. The hole strained to keep Hisoka out, but then tore open to accommodate him. The man's back arched as he cried out in pain. Hisoka didn't give him a moment to adjust to the girth now inside him and thrust wildly, using the man to pleasure himself. Waves of ecstasy filled Hisoka with each motion he made. The screams of pain pouring from his conquered fuck toy only made him more aroused.
Hisoka leaned down, grabbing the man's hips and rolling them for a better angle. It was then that the man surprised him by leaning up to meet him. When the man first went toward Hisoka's neck with his mouth open, Hisoka thought the gesture cute, that maybe he was finally getting into it and wanted to get in on some neck action or maybe even intended to bite him as a last little act of rebellion. However, Hisoka then felt a strange sensation as his nen started to flow from him at an alarming rate. He looked down to see his victim clinging to his shirt, mouth open as he gulped down Hisoka's life energies with a vicious hunger.
Enraged, Hisoka shoved the man back to the ground, wrapped both hands around his neck tightly, and squeezed as hard as his strength could manage as he continued to fuck him. The man's eyes bugged out as his mouth opened and closed, no sounds escaping. He scratched desperately at Hisoka's arms, drawing lines that bled. The pain combined with the new tightness of the hole just made Hisoka even more excited, and he sped up his thrusts as he groaned.
The scratching eventually grew lighter and slower, and the mouth eventually stopped its fish-like gasping. Even after the man was completely still, Hisoka kept his grip on his throat and plowed into his ass.
By the time Hisoka came, there was no doubt that his victim was dead. Fully sated, Hisoka stood, cleaned himself off, and dressed. He would deal with his wounds later. For now, he was completely content.
He stayed there under the cherry trees, watching the sky until the blood-red of the moon had fully faded, and then he left.