Fresh air floods the hotel room, the afternoon sun casting long, aurulent strips across the wood floor. Behind him, Killua explores the suite, his shoes tapping against the floor as he wanders from room-to-room. They had really splurged this time, but it's nearly their one year anniversary, and they had previously discussed taking their relationship to the next level . Wouldn't they want such a memorable moment to be in a nicer place?
Or at the time, Gon had thought Killua wanted as much.
Leaning half-way out of the window several stories up, Gon takes in the warmth of the sunlight on his face, the cool Spring breeze, and the expanse of the city laid out before him. Seven stories below, the streets are crowded with the bustle of afternoon traffic, car horns, and shouts faintly interrupting their enjoyment of this new space. On both sides of Gon, the thin curtains dance in the breeze. From behind him, Killua's footsteps approach once more.
"I'm gonna go pick up some things. Do you want anything?" Killua's tone is even, unchanged. The moment is overwhelmingly calm and mundane. There is a certain type of comfort between them that is as warm as the sun, it feels like home.
"I'm okay, but are you really gonna go right now? We just got here." Gon turns to face Killua, his words are laced with a restless whine. They had been traveling all day, this is the first time they've been alone. Though, perhaps his desire to keep Killua in the suite is not wholly innocent.
"All the good stuff is gonna be gone if we wait. Besides, I want to feel out the area."
Killua digs his hands into the pockets of his shorts, his gaze sliding away from Gon's with subtle embarrassment.
A year earlier, the former assassin had screamed his confession, his face a furious red and his hands tightly balled into fists as he'd fumed in the face of Gon. The Zoldyck had appeared angry, enraged, the fullness of his emotions erupting like an overdue volcano. His chest heaved in heavy, anxious breaths as he glared at Gon who stood firmly confused but very willing to hear his friend out.
At the time, their feelings towards each other had been beyond their understanding. It's not as though Mito taught Gon about love between two men, nor had Killua reached such a point in his training. For them, the entire experience had been messy, confusing, but after a year they had finally settled into a comfortable state of being again.
Gon had never before felt anything as warm as Killua. Nor had Killua felt anything warmer than Gon.
"I guess that makes sense. Are you gonna bring back food?" Gon is a combination of things, but 'hungry' currently takes priority.
"I'll bring back snacks, but I was hoping to try out a place I've read about online-" Spreading his arms wide, the Zoldyck grins. "Supposably, they have the world's second largest burger!"
Gon's mouth waters at the thought of biting into an enormous, juicy burger. Neither two had tasted a bite of food since breakfast, but holding out for a burger would make it that much better.
"Okay! I can wait then!" The hunter nods in determination at the former assassin, his eyes reflecting the usual fire that Killua loves to see. Since the two had first met, Gon has always been the most important one to him, until Alluka at least. But Alluka had found her own desire, to train with Bisky, to be powerful and unneeding of Killua's protection. At this very moment, Killua is not positive just where the two have gone to train, but the former assassin looks forward to the day when the three of them can spend time together.
The image in his mind of the three of them together; is reminiscent of a family.
"Then I'll be back later. Ah, and text me if you want me to pick anything up." Turning, Killua checks to make sure he has his wallet and the keycard for the hotel. As he leaves, he can feel Gon's eyes on him, embarrassment burning up his cheeks even as the door to the suite closes behind him. It has already been so many years, yet Gon's passion still gets to him.
Alone in the hotel room, the hunter glances around the spacious suite. There is only one queen sized bed, a full, connected kitchen, as well as a large bathroom with a glass shower. The two do not need such space, but as he looks around, the hunter cannot help the lewd thoughts passing through his mind. Although he doesn't exactly know how two men have sex, he is overly aware of his desire to touch Killua. It is beyond the usual touching shared between them. When they kiss, his hands desperately want to explore all of the skin usually hidden beneath clothing. But whenever he would try, Killua would get embarrassed and pull away. With that in mind, Gon had come to the conclusion that he was doing something wrong.
How do you research something like that though?
Sighing, he retreats to his bag, pulling out some clean clothes before marching into the bathroom for an overdue shower. Even if he doesn't understand how exactly he should be easing into sex with Killua, it's becoming more difficult to stop thinking about.
Throughout his shower, Gon makes a conscious effort not to think about Killua. Instead, he tries to think about Aunt Mito at home on whale island, and the people who have helped him throughout the years. It is all a fruitless effort to soften his erection, but he is practicing self-restraint.
As the hunter steps out of the shower, water droplets rolling off his skin, he becomes aware of another presence inside the suite. One which is uninvited.
Grabbing a towel, he wraps it around his waist without a second glance to the pile of neatly folded clean clothes on the counter. Approaching with due caution, he makes no effort to conceal his aura as he crosses the bathroom to the doorway, pulling the door open to reveal the bedroom.
To his left, the curtains continue to dance in the Spring breeze, their display somewhat obscuring the figure leaning against the open window where Gon had been earlier.
"Yo~. "
Gon's aura flares as he takes up a defensive position, Hisoka taps a single playing card against his chin as he watches the boy. Presently, he is not advancing in a threatening manner, but the hunter has learned to never be too certain when dealing with Hisoka.
"What are you doing here? How did you find us?" Gon's accusatory words bear no effect on the jester, his lips still holding the same level of amusement as they had years ago when Gon was only twelve. As the breeze chills Gon's still wet skin, Hisoka lowers his card.
"Ah, I have explained this to you before, but perhaps you don't remember. It's very easy to track someone online."
Gon does not relax even when Hisoka puts his card away. While Hisoka does not go out of his way to attack them, he is not quite an ally either.
"Why are you here?" Gon finally spits out. His aura is more concentrated now, more powerful, he is only releasing a five percent of his full strength.
"Illumi tells me you and Killua have begun a beautiful new relationship. Is that true?" The magician's voice is silky, even time cannot change some of the more unsettling aspects of a person. It's unfortunate time cannot erase Hisoka entirely.
"That's none of your business." The hunter responds.
"You're right, a concern like that belongs to the Zoldyck family. I'm sure you two are aware of the displeasure the family feels, it's only a matter of time before you become their latest victim." There is a short laugh from Hisoka. Over the past few years, Hisoka's interest in Gon has waned. The jester no longer feigns to save Gon's life, nor does he fantasize about fighting him. Although the hunter finds the change curious, he has never dared to question it.
"That doesn't matter, Hisoka. If that happens then I'll protect Killua and we'll run." The determination in Gon's voice widens the jester's smile. Although Gon was not interesting anymore, he has missed that undue flame.
"I see, then it is true." Hisoka's arms cross, golden eyes dragging over the figure of the half-nude boy still dripping wet from his shower. The jester also does not fail to observe the out-of-place erection tinting the towel between his legs. Another short laugh draws from the magician as he meets Gon's determined gaze once more.
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not. It's nobody else's business now. Killua and I can do whatever we want." The hunter's eyebrows draw down in irritation.
"I'm not here to tell you two to break up. Your relationship is of no interest to me." Hisoka's response highlights the obvious ulterior motive. The magician has always been sneaky, manipulative, and scheming. There is always something more behind his words, it is one of the things which makes dealing with Hisoka so annoying.
"Then why are you here?" Gon has already asked this question, yet he repeats it in hopes that Hisoka will actually answer him this time.
"To offer my assistance of course." The magician's smile calms, rather than holding a glint of malice, he smiles in the same friendly way he had when they had first met. It is unnerving after all these years.
"Assistance with what? We don't need your help." Gon's aura begins to relax the longer this conversation goes on for. No longer in a defensive position, he merely frowns at the jester standing a few feet away.
"There are some things you can only learn through experience. Things two men may do in a relationship. I'm sure you know what I mean. After-all, you seem quite excited to see me~. " Hisoka gestures to Gon's erection, his coy laugh ringing out as Gon's hands swiftly move to cover himself.
"Leave! I don't need your help! We'll figure it out on our own!" It is Gon's turn to be embarrassed. Although Killua has seen him hard before, and although he has seen Killua hard, Hisoka's gaze is heavy. Since his first encounter with the bizarre magician, it has always felt as though Hisoka could somehow see through him to all of his weaknesses.
"Are you sure about that?" The magician persists.
"I'm sure, I don't want your help, Hisoka." The anger reflected in Gon's gaze couples with the tense tone in his voice. Although Hisoka and him have cooperated to accomplish similar goals, Gon wants nothing to do with him.
"But what if I told you," Hisoka pushes away from the window sill, taking slow steps towards Gon whose aura spikes in response. "That I know exactly how Killua likes to be touched?"
The hunter's expression is unfaltering, his eyes carefully observing each small movement made by the magician. How could Hisoka know something like that?
"You're lying. Killua has never been with anybody else, especially not you." Gon's frown deepens as Hisoka comes to a pause about two feet away. Resting the back of one hand on his hip, the magician raises his other hand in a questioning gesture.
"That's true, but I have enough experience to know exactly how someone like Killua would like to be touched. Just like nen specialty, every person can be categorized sexually." Hisoka's confidence subtly offsets the hunter, his frown beginning to dissipate as he considers Hisoka's words. Even if what he's saying is true, that doesn't mean he should trust Hisoka.
"Then I'll figure that out on my own." Although Gon appears to be less guarded now, he still refuses to bite, a resolve which is steadily growing weaker.
Is he more afraid of disappointing Killua than of being tricked by Hisoka?
The jester does not miss the minuscule crack in Gon's resolution, one hand lowering to hang by his side as his golden eyes focus more pointedly on the hunter.
"Are you sure? With all the training you've done to become as strong as you are, you don't think you need training for something like this as well~?" The magician's suggestion that Gon is simply being arrogant deepens the crack within Gon. The hunter's expression changes once again, the wheels in his mind beginning to turn.
"Training?" The hunter repeats quietly to himself. Although he does not trust Hisoka, what he's saying makes sense.
"Yes, when it comes to two men, there is a specific way to do it. If you do it incorrectly, you'll only injure him." The jester replies with the same confident, smooth voice. He has hooked Gon, now all that is left is to slowly reel him in.
"But why should I train with you? If that's how it is, then I should be able to find someone else to teach me." The hunter's tone is no longer accusatory, instead, he sounds less certain. It is far easier to manipulate someone who is facing the unknown.
"Typically, only someone you know should train you. Otherwise, they could take advantage of you. For such a strong, curious boy, You could be taken in quite easily. However, you are also a fast learner. I predict I could train you in an hour, two if I'm being detailed ." Hisoka guards his expression, preventing a malicious smile from curling his lips. Gon is no longer defensive, no longer distrustful or prepared for attack. Although he has aged, he is still the curious boy he has always been. Such an opportunity must be carefully taken.
"How do I know that you won't take advantage of me?" Gon questions Hisoka, uncertainty once again underlining his words. He is being rightfully cautious, a detail which excites the magician.
"Had that been my goal, I would've done so already. After-all, we've known each other quite intimately for a few years now, have we not?" Hisoka advances once more, taking a single step towards Gon to bring the distance between them down to less than a foot. From here, he can smell the hotel shampoo Gon had used and hear the pattern of his breathing.
"I guess that's true." Gon continues to mull over Hisoka's offer, nothing Hisoka ever offered came free of strings. Surely there is something he wants from this.
"Why are you offering to help me?" He questions.
"At the moment, I have nothing else to do. Not until a few other things fall into place. Think of it as a mutual benefit. I won't be bored and you'll learn something quite valuable. As it stands, you have the most to gain from this, wouldn't you agree?" A controlled smile crosses Hisoka's face, golden eyes bearing down the hunter. Gon has grown a few inches, though he is nowhere near the towering height of which Hisoka stands.
"Fine… But you better not be lying… Killua's going to be back soon, so I don't have a lot of time." Gon's aura returns to normal, a gentle coating around his body radiating warmth. For Hisoka, the slow venture of his hand to Gon's cheek feels like a decade.
Pressing his palm gently against Gon's cheek, the magician motions with his other hand to the bed.
"Take off your towel and get on the bed. I'll be back in a few minutes.~ " Hisoka pulls his hand back from Gon's face, the gentle touch had only been meant to solidify the boy's decision. Any roughness so early on will indefinitely put him off.
"Where are you going?" Gon asks as though offended that Hisoka would offer to teach him only to leave immediately after.
"There is something very important you need for this. I'm going to get it, it's not the type of thing you walk around with usually. Most people anyway." Hisoka steps away, turning back towards the window before vanishing. Redirecting his attention to the towel around his waist, the hunter's face reddens as he catches sight of his still very present erection. It is beginning to feel uncomfortable, a pulsating pain of denial radiating from near his balls.
With the suite empty once more, Gon once again takes notice of the fresh scent allotted by the breeze, his feet carrying him to the bathroom where he rubs the towel through his hair, brushing the black locks before leaving the towel hanging on the nearby rod.
Naked, Gon walks back to the bedroom, taking a seat on the bed to wait for Hisoka's return.
Everything about what he's doing is insane. Under normal circumstances, the hunter would have said no. It would be more fun if Killua and him explored each others bodies naturally. That's how a man and a woman do it right?
But when Hisoka had suggested that he could injure Killua, when Gon realized he didn't want to disappoint Killua, that had been what changed things. More than anything, Gon wanted to make Killua happy. Making him feel good is just an extension of that happiness.
It feels as though hours have passed before Hisoka appears in the window again. This time, the jester is holding a plastic bag in one hand, still smiling as he raises the bag before approaching the bed.
"We'll get to this item last. How much time did you say we have?" Hisoka asks. He has not yet made another move to touch Gon, but his presence feels incredibly heavy somehow.
"Probably an hour… I don't know what he's picking up, but we have plans tonight…" With Gon's response, Hisoka moves to stand in front of the boy, one hand coming to rest on the hunter's shoulder as he pushes him back on the bed.
"Then I won't be as detailed as I would like. However, I'll teach you the important parts." One of Hisoka's knees comes to rest on the bed beside Gon's thighs, his lips lowering near the hunter's neck as he begins to speak again.
"Lesson one, the neck is always a good place to start. Some people are sensitive in this area specifically, but you can begin here and work your way up to their ear…" The jester's words are cut off as he begins to bite and lick gently at Gon's neck. The sensation feels strange to the hunter, his hands balling into fists as he allows the odd feeling.
Without stopping, Hisoka trails the small bites up to Gon's ear, taking his earlobe between his teeth before tugging gently. This action earns him a small response from the hunter, Gon's pulse beginning to quicken as the jester's teeth continue to pull and nip at his ear. At the same time, Hisoka presses one hand to Gon's chest, running his fingers over the boy's nipples before trailing his hand over the hunter's stomach. He is exploring Gon's body, slowly, feeling over the warmed skin riddled with oblong scars.
"Killua seems like the type to enjoy having his nipples played with. While you're doing this, try touching him there too. Like this~." Hisoka trails his fingertips back up to Gon's nipples, gently rubbing them with the lightest of touches before pinching them between two fingers. The hunter groans quietly in response to the feeling, encouraging Hisoka's adventurous hands. Internally, depravity has begun to sink into the magician's mind. He is not here by accident, nor is he preparing to ravish the boy's body by accident. This has all been carefully planned. Gon is the star of a show he does not know is taking place.
"Hisoka…" Gon complains as the jester continues to pinch and tug at his nipples.
"Hmm? I can go faster if you want~." Realistically, Hisoka wants to take his time carefully pulling Gon apart. To peel away strips of Gon, to break him down into nothing and expose even the tiniest aspects of his being. Ideally, Hisoka would like at least a month to sufficiently ruin Gon. But time is not something they have right now, so instead, the jester will enjoy as much as he can of this short job.
"I don't want Killua to catch us." The hunter complains as Hisoka's mouth travels down to his jaw. Kissing along the delicate bone, the magician's fingers graze mere centimeters above the head of Gon's swollen cock. He is teasing him only slightly.
"Ah, then I won't explain what I'm doing, it'll be up to you to remember it~. "
Their lips meet as Hisoka's hand continues to roam Gon's body. He is making a point of not touching the hunter's length, instead, he traces his fingers around it, dipping between Gon's thighs and over his balls before trailing back up to his chest. The boy is still new to kissing, still awkward as Hisoka's tongue invades his mouth. Suddenly, Gon has become less aware that it is the afternoon, that Killua is returning, or even of the Spring breeze tickling his bare skin. All that exists right now is Hisoka's body against his, the heat of his mouth on his own, and the hand which has not yet touched the one place he wants to be touched.
Moaning quietly against Hisoka's mouth, the jester's fingers trace over Gon's balls, teasing him in an attempt to make the boy beg for it. They may not have a lot of time, but the jester still enjoys his games.
Gon's body is still pure, unmarked by another, and available. By the end of this, Hisoka wants the boy to be wrapped in nothing but misery. This is not a lesson on pleasuring Killua, this is a lesson on trust and ignorance.
Gon's hands find their way to Hisoka's back, tugging on his clothes, as he spreads his legs a little wider. It is almost disappointing how easily Gon has given himself up to Hisoka. Like a whore desperate to be fucked, the hunter is presenting himself as his overly eager hands attempt to remove the magician's clothes.
Smirking at the ease of this deconstruction, Hisoka breaks the kiss. Pulling his top off, he casts it aside before reaching down to grab Gon by the waist. Sliding him to the middle of the bed, the magician works himself in between Gon's legs, taking note of the blush painting the boy's cheeks now. It's a pity such a lovely couple is about to be torn apart.
The jester's hand finally comes to wrap around Gon's dick, giving him a few pumps as he blissfully ignores his own erection. The mountain boy moans loudly into the feeling, his back arching with pleasure as his eyes slide shut. He is vulnerable, trusting, he is giving Hisoka his body under the assumption that he will be learning something useful and new. Gon has felt the violence of Hisoka's hand with intent behind it, he has never felt the violence of Hisoka's touch under the guise of pleasure.
Each brush of his fingers against the boy's skin leaves a stain. Like poison, Hisoka is marking Gon as his, locking up his body with his touch, ensuring the last thing to ever cross Gon's mind-will be him.
The hunter is unaware of his purpose in this game or his role on this show. He is unaware of how fleeting he himself is.
Holding Gon's cock near the base, Hisoka's head drops down between the hunter's legs as he takes the tip of the boy's dick into his mouth. Giving small pumps near the base, he licks and sucks lightly on the head. Beneath him, the hunter squirms and moans. This feeling is foreign to him without a doubt, the heat of Hisoka's mouth combined with the moisture of his tongue licking him, tasting him. A shudder runs down Gon's spine, one of his hands coming to rest in the magician's hair.
"H-Hisoka!" The hunter moans, his legs spreading wider as the overwhelming warmth of orgasm begins to creep up. It's an unbelievable feeling, one that has his toes curling and his voice refusing to obey. Gon doesn't want to be making all of these embarrassing sounds, but he can't help it. All of the questions he'd wanted to ask, the things he wanted to say, his tongue refused to form the words. Never before has the boy been so wrapped up in such an amazing feeling.
Pulling his mouth away, Hisoka leans back and begins to stroke Gon's cock swiftly and tightly. Precum messily dribbles as Gon's breathing becomes more disrupted and heavy, it is like a violent wave building up inside of him, Hisoka's hand only making the sensation more ferocious.
Bringing his free hand up, the jester carefully palms the hunter's balls, rolling them gently as Gon is tipped over the edge. A loud moan erupts from the boy as he squirms beneath Hisoka's touch. The magician does not cease his strokes even as Gon orgasms, allowing the cum to coat his fingers as well as Gon's chest.
Although he's fantasized about the sort of face and sounds Gon makes while cumming, imagining it versus seeing and hearing it in person are two distinctly different things. Just the sight excites him, his own cock throbbing to sink itself deep inside of Gon as the hunter rides out the end of his orgasm.
The coming down from such a thrilling high is the point at which Gon begins to contemplate his decisions. In his mind, all he can see is Killua's face, the sadness, betrayal, the complex emotions he would feel should he discover what Hisoka and him are doing. The knowledge that he's betraying Killua's trust hurts, but the selfish desire to be the first one to truly make Killua feel good overpowers any of his regret. He will keep this secret from Killua, he'll make it up to him.
"Now then…"
The sound of the grocery bag rustling has Gon's eyes opening finally. The orgasm had been intense enough to leave him feeling physically drained, but that is not an unusual side effect of training.
The magician, still sitting on his knees, is now holding a small bottle containing a clear liquid. From his position, Gon can't read the label to tell what it is. However, moments later, Hisoka holds the bottle up for him to see.
"Normally, I prefer to draw things out. However, for various reasons we don't have that sort of time. Instead, we're moving onto this part next. Do you know what this is?"
Gon's eyes sweep over the bottle, while he understands the words on it, he doesn't understand what they are going to use it for. As Hisoka removes the plastic wrapping from the bottle, Gon begins to sit up only to be halted by Hisoka.
"Ah-uh, stay laying down, Gon. It's not time for you to get up yet.~ " The hunter fails to catch the nefarious undertones in Hisoka's words, or the way his eyes are filled not only with titillation, but also murderous intent. By all accounts, the boy is blind to the magician's true intentions despite his earlier cautiousness.
'He is still so trusting… How dangerous~.' Hisoka muses to himself. Peeling the last of the plastic wrapping from the bottle, he holds it in one hand, running his other hand down the inside of Gon's thigh, sliding his palm over the hunter's sensitive balls and dick before trailing his hand back up the the inside of his other thigh. Gon's legs part further beneath his touch, opening himself to Hisoka's hand, to the promised pleasure. The magician had anticipated it would take far longer to mould the boy into such a state, this level of cooperation is almost boring.
All the more reason to carry-out his job.
"Without lube, a pleasurable encounter can become quite painful." Hisoka opens the bottle before withdrawing his hand from where it had been exploring the smooth skin of Gon's inner thighs. Pouring the liquid out onto his fingers, he casts it aside afterwards.
"Do you feel good, Gon?" He asks, holding his lubed hand close to his chest as he crawls over the hunter. Having Gon beneath him felt so natural, so exciting, but also, incredibly dangerous. At this very moment, he wants to tear the boy limb from limb. He wants to sink his teeth into his flesh only to tear away all the important parts of him. To dangle the boy, to dangle Gon from his fingertips, to make him dance, bend, give, and cry. To play god and decide his fate as he does to many others whose faces he does not even recall.
Having Gon beneath him excites his fantasies though the ending is far more grim than Gon believes.
"Yeah… These are all things Killua will enjoy, right?" Gon is questioning Hisoka's decisions with his tone, those fiery eyes gazing up at the magician are filled with nothing but Killua.
"Of course, as I said earlier, humans are easily categorized. You and Killua are quite compatible." Hisoka leans down, his teeth finding Gon's ear once more as he begins to nip and lick at it again. In response, Gon shudders, his trust in the jester slowly returning. The boy's infallible trust in the Zoldyck, the way his mind operates around Killua.
That is why Gon is now trapped.
In a sense, this is all Killua's fault.
Hisoka's fingers prod the hunter's entrance, a single wet digit finding its way inside as Gon squirms beneath him. The feeling is strange and foreign, but the hunter is trusting Hisoka the same way he trusted him during the volleyball match on Greed Island. Hisoka is usually upfront about not being on his side, so that means that right now, he can be trusted.
"You better be right, if I did all of this for nothing then I'll be angry."
The jester grins, the unnatural sight most comparable to cracked obsidian. An unsettling look sets itself across his gaze, his aura flickering with an overwhelming excitement as he suddenly thrusts a second finger into the hunter. It is difficult to be patient with such a well-earned treat. For all of the chances he had to unwrap his present early, for each opportunity where Gon presented himself unknowingly, Hisoka had waited so many years…
Though, this is not the fight he desired, this outcome promises more bountiful fruit than Gon alone could ever offer.
As the magician's fingers locate Gon's prostate, those sweet, honest moans fill the room again. The hunter's hands relocate from where they had been pulling at the duvet, to Hisoka's back where he begins to pull and claw at his skin in desperation. While his fingers play the tune of Gon's pleasure, his lips travel down to Gon's neck, biting the thin skin, uncaring if he leaves a mark.
After-all, Killua will never know.
"Hisoka…" The boy begins to complain, voice strained between moans as he struggles to get the words out.
"Hmm? Is something wrong?" He does not care. If the boy desires to end this right now, Hisoka would oblige, but simple complaints mean nothing. Gon's voice is becoming soundless.
"Thank you."
It is unexpected, so much so that Hisoka's bites to Gon's neck pause briefly before the same, depraved concupiscence wells up once more. Restraining himself is becoming harder and harder, but he is required to hold back to some degree. To get what he really wants, that is.
Spreading his fingers inside of Gon, he is not as thorough as he should be, partly due to his restlessness. This isn't progressing quickly enough. Perhaps prepping him at all had been a mistake, it should be all or nothing.
A third finger is added, albeit a bit early. The rush of the addition is marked by Gon's obvious tensing, the way it takes him longer to relax than usual, and the choppy interruption in his breathing. Hisoka is pushing him, testing his limits with no concern for his comfort. Nothing about this is for Gon, although the jester enjoys the sounds he makes and the expressions on his face, he will enjoy the conjured expression of fear and hopelessness far more. What sort of face does a determined kid like Gon make seconds before death?
Everything is too soon suddenly.
Overflowing exhilaration prompts the magician to extract his fingers, Gon's moans quieting at the ceasing of his pleasure. Inside, the hunter is thankful the onslaught of pleasure has ended, it would be embarrassing if he came again in such little time. But then again, he's also thankful that such a thing is possible. If he were to give that amount of pleasure to Killua… If he made Killua feel so good that he couldn't help himself… Then that would make this worth it.
More than anything, he wants to make Killua happy.
Gon's can hear the sound of Hisoka pulling his own pants down, he knows he should not take it this far, but he also can't help his curiosity. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after-all… But what else could he have done?
As he feels Hisoka's cock pressing against his entrance, the boy hesitates, the word 'stop' lingers on the tip of his tongue, but his ability to speak is destroyed as the magician begins to push inside. It is a difficult feeling for Gon to process, between pain and interest and pleasure and regret. Certainly, he had other options. Why had he agreed to this? Why would he risk Killua's trust in him, Killua's happiness? Why would he risk his future with the most important person in his life?
Gon's teeth grit together as Hisoka's hands come to wrap around his elbows. Holding the hunter's arms like handles, he pushes his engorged cock all the way into the hunter's body, relishing in the moans and flinches of discomfort. Hisoka is releasing himself into this feeling. This is repayment for the tortured years spent waiting for nothing.
"Hhhhaaa!" Gon's voice is twisted with pain as the magician's dick fits itself fully inside of him. Although his instincts advise him to relax or risk injury, he finds it difficult to do so.
"Amazing, our bodies are so compatible.~ " The magician purrs, unmoving as he graciously allows the boy a few minutes to adjust. He is not ignorant to the discomfort plaguing the body beneath him, but he also cares nothing for Gon's pain. All of it will be irrelevant soon. Gon's existence is now for the sole purpose of allowing Hisoka a taste of what nobody has ever had. A taste of what he forbade himself until the time was right.
Having Hisoka's hips between his legs forced Gon's thighs to spread wider than they had so far. Slowly, he is beginning to relax around the jester, his body more willing to allow the intrusion despite his discomfort.
'This is for Killua…'Gon does not allow himself to forget, even as Hisoka begins to slowly pull out again, Gon does not forget Killua's face or the reason he is enduring such training.
As the magician thrusts back into him, the hunter moans loudly, his body already feeling a little abused by Hisoka's size as the jester begins to find a comfortable rhythm. The pace of his thrusts become slow, but hard, his hands tightly gripping Gon's arms as he continues to utilize his body. At this point, Gon no longer believes they are training. Hisoka is having sex with him because he wants to. That is probably how it had always been.
'Well, you're just a little naive sometimes. But that's why we work well together! You notice the things that I don't sometimes too. And I notice things that you don't. Don't get angry! We're friends!"
Killua's words replay in his mind, his lips pressing in a firm line. He is committed to this decision at least, he'll follow through because he told Hisoka he would. But he will not fall for the magician's tricks again.
Hisoka re-angles his thrusts, ensuring his cock will brush against the hunter's prostate. As Gon's moans become more consistent, he releases his arms. Grabbing instead to Gon's knees as he forces them against his chest. Using his bungee gum, he secures them in place, his eyes drawing down to where his cock disappears inside the boy's body.
"Delicious… I'm glad I waited." There is something deeply unnerving about the tone of Hisoka's voice. Although the jester has always spoken with a confident, smooth tone, something far more sinister laces his words now.
As the magician's cock assaults his hole, the hunter moans grow in volume once more, allowing his voice to fully escape. He has already begun to lose track of time, Killua could be walking down the hall to their suite right now. Before even entering the room, Killua would be able to hear his pleasured cries from outside their door. Such a thing should be his top concern, however, all Gon can think about now is the unimaginable feeling of Hisoka's dick thrusting into him, and the sounds Killua will make as Gon provides him this level of pleasure himself.
Bathed in the circumstances of Gon's unraveling, Hisoka presses his hands to Gon's knees, thrusting faster now as he approaches climax. He has used Gon for as much use as he can get within an hour, although his ideal circumstances would have allotted him several days, the sounds and expressions he's seen and heard are more than enough to sate his current degeneracy.
Gripping tight to the hunter's knees, Hisoka gives a final, hard thrust, his hips pressed firmly against Gon's ass as he cums. From the way the boy twitches and moans around his cock, the magician assumes he has also met his climax once more.
"What a good boy." He taunts as a wicked smile raises his lips.
Beneath him, Gon appears to be catching his breath, his entire body shuddering as Hisoka slowly begins to pull out. Another round would be ideal, Hisoka would love nothing more than to continue fucking Gon, to exhaust the hunter until he struggles to speak his own name. In another world, he will not wait nearly as long to attain his goal, he will take what is dangled before his eyes without a care.
"You weren't training me were you?" Gon finally asks, his knees still secured against his chest as the magician slips the rest of his dick out.
"Hmm? Does it upset you? You sounded like you were having a good time~." Taking hold of the waistband of his pants, Hisoka pulls them back up before retrieving his top from where he'd cast it aside on the bed earlier.
"I don't like it when you trick me, Hisoka. But I can also use the things you did with Killua, so I'm not that angry." The boy turns his head towards the open window, the curtains continuing to dance in the breeze.
"It's unfortunate such an opportunity will not be provided to you love birds." Hisoka gives a short laugh, pulling his top over his head before smoothing out any wrinkles. His words draw Gon's gaze away from the window, the passionate brown eyes now filled with uncertainty.
"Why not? Where's Killua?"
The formerly compliant boy is a mess of struggles suddenly, however, his strength is no match for the jester's bungee gum, even less so as Hisoka's hands come to grip Gon's wrists, pulling hard until he's crossed the boy's arms over his knees, securing them with more of his bungee gum. It is at this moment that the alarm bells begin to sound within Gon's mind.
Well, you're just a little naive sometimes. But that's why we work well together!"Killua's words play over-and-over, a sonata of ignorance to add to the cacophony of regret. Hisoka is dangerous, and Gon no longer has the assurance that his life will be safe.
"Rest assured, no harm has come to Killua. In-fact, he is probably still running errands right now. While his boyfriend stayed home to fuck the enemy." Hisoka laughs again as he picks Gon up, suddenly, his aura is more like slime, the darkness of his intentions obscuring the neon pink of his nen and turning it black instead.
It is a beautiful Spring day outside, but within Hisoka's arms, it is nothing but dark.
"Put me down!" Gon snaps as his Ren aggressively expands around him, he can sense the danger he'd been ignoring this whole time. It is overwhelming, a feeling he could easily drown in. How can Hisoka create something so dark? This feeling is almost as bad as Pitou.
Hisoka carries the hunter into the kitchen, his footsteps loudly tapping against the wood floors the same way Killua's had earlier. As Gon moves to open his mouth again, he's quickly silenced by Hisoka who uses his bungee gum like a gag. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, the pit growing in Gon's stomach tells him that this is likely the end.
This can't be it, this can't be right. He's finally stronger, he's supposed to be so talented, he'd finally found Ging, Killua finally confessed, he's finally happy...
"Now…"
Hisoka grabs the handle to the oven, pulling it open before taking out the top rack. Setting it aside, he carefully places the bound and gagged boy atop the lowest rack, his body barely fitting inside the cold oven. However, the jester had accounted for that when he first thought up this plan. The concern over the size of the oven and Gon's growth is what had prompted him to secure the boy into a ball in the first place.
"I love that look in your eyes." Hisoka stands up straight again, gazing down at the boy if only to admire the terrified look which has overtaken his features. For the first time, Hisoka can make out actual hatred in Gon's eyes, the flame of determination now blazes with blood lust.
"Surely you already know that had you been a little more cautious, this may not have happened. Of course, in that case I would've taken you out another way, this is a job after all."
The way Gon's eyebrows knit in confusion spreads another grin across Hisoka's face, crouching down in-front of the oven, he rests his arms atop his knees in an extremely casual stance.
"Ah? You haven't realized it yet? Do you remember what I told you earlier? About making an enemy of the Zoldyck's for your relationship with Killua?" Hisoka waits until Gon has given a single nod to continue.
"So long as Killua is with you, the Zoldyck's don't think he'll come back. So Illumi made a request, and I can't ignore dear Illumi's requests."
Gon had been so worried about Killua, he forgot about himself. Charming.
Hisoka stands up straight again, running his palm roughly over his groin before licking his lips. This time crunch is really annoying, it wouldn't take much effort to pull Gon out of the oven and fuck him one more time. In that helpless position, the hunter looks even more delicious.
Reaching forward, Hisoka presses the power button for the oven, programming it for four hundred and fifty degrees fahrenheit. As the oven clicks on, Hisoka can hear the screams from Gon beneath the bungee gum. He is likely pleading for his life, or cursing Hisoka's name for what he's done. It doesn't matter.
"Bye-bye."
Closing the oven door, Hisoka snatches a water bottle from the fridge, ignoring the muffled screams as he lets himself out.
Killua's hands are full by the time he makes it back. Initially, he had texted Gon, asking him what he wanted for breakfast, lunch, and snacks. However, Gon had never bothered to reply to him, not that such a thing is unusual for Gon.
"Bet he fell asleep." Killua mumbles to himself, setting down a few bags as he digs out his keycard.
After the door lock blinks green, the Zoldyck collects his bags again, awkwardly letting himself into their suite. As the door closes behind him, his eyes sweep over the bedroom only to see that Gon is not asleep on the bed as he had expected. Not only that, but a rotten stench is in the air, similar to a dead animal on a hot summer's day.
"Gon?" He calls out, only the faint sounds of traffic and wind audible.
Sighing, he carries the bags into the kitchen, setting them down on the counter before glancing to the oven as the flame clicks back on. He hadn't expected his boyfriend to begin cooking anything, but whatever Gon is cooking smells pretty bad.
"You couldn't wait until I got back to start cooking? You're so impatient! I even brought that curry you love! Geez!"
Beginning to unpack some of the food he had purchased, Killua begins to find it difficult to calm the anxiety which has begun to drip through his veins. He cannot see a reason for it outright, so he attributes it to his gut. Gon and him are close enough that Gon always claims a sixth sense about knowing when something is wrong with Killua. Something like that goes both ways right? What if something is wrong?
Shaking his head, Killua huffs again, a futile attempt at dismissing his unfounded concerns. It's not like Gon can be kidnapped, not really, and nobody knows where they are, Killua had made sure of that.
"Gon? Seriously, where are you? It smells like your food is burning! Don't start a fire!" The lack of a response begins to grate on Killua's nerves, pushing the groceries away, he turns around to begin searching. Surely even Gon wouldn't be so irresponsible as to leave while in the middle of cooking, but why hadn't he left a note or texted him? Just how careless can Gon be?
"It smells so rotten." He adds as he scrunches his nose, mumbling to himself about the huge burgers they had planned to get. It isn't just that Killua is excited for the burgers, the burgers had just been a pretense to another surprise. Though, Gon probably isn't even hungry now.
Wandering from room-to-room, Killua checks the bedroom and bathroom, finding only traces of Gon, but not Gon himself. The last place his feet carry him is back to the kitchen, his heart beginning to pound as the darker part of him whispers the possibilities. It's not possible, not really. Killua reminds himself that they're both pro-hunters, they're strong, Gon killed Pitou, he's taken down so many impossible enemies, Gon is special.
His throat feels dry, sweat beading on his forehead as he reaches for the oven's control panel. Turning it off first, he tries to force a laugh. He's being silly, Gon is just a shitty cook. He'll come inside any minute now, he'll apologize for being so stupid as to leave while cooking, they'll bicker then everything will be normal again.
Shakily, Killua reaches for the handle to the oven.
