Author's Note: Okay, first off, I don't own Hunter x Hunter, or the characters herein... you know, cause if I did, it wouldn't be fan fiction, you know? I'm a writer, and normally I don't share my work, because I know it's pretty repetitiveand crap, but I'm trying to better myself, and for that I need criticism. Not "oh, it's good!" like your friends say (like they actually read it). I need a stranger's opinion, and yes, hate (if they feel that way). So... here's my story. I know I could do a bit more work on it, but it is what it is. I'm not an expert on what happened after Greed Island (as I keep going back and watching every version of the show [both languages for both versions] and reading the manga), but I did some research and I tried to stick as close as I could to personalities and events. I dunno.
How could it be that the very sound of his name should send shivers down my spine? Gon wondered. Perhaps it wasn't conventional, but he could think of worse match ups. Perhaps it was so unlikely because previously their interactions had been blood-thirsty. Now? He wasn't saying he could beat Hisoka, not even in an unfair fight… but he wasn't afraid anymore. Nothing scared him more than the wanting.
How bored he had grown these past few years. Having lost his nen, he had gone home. He had tried to take the slow, "normal" path… but he knew it wasn't for him. Having seen the world, and having fought so many strong people… Whale Island was a prison. So he left, deciding to try his luck at recovering his nen. So far… nothing.
Gon pushed his thoughts of home away and returned his attention to the television that was replaying the Heaven's Arena fight from the previous day. He had bought a recording, hoping it might help with his little… problem. Reclining on his bed, Gon pulled his clothes off slowly, though the very act irritated him, and tossed them carelessly. Naked, he watched the grinning man on the screen. They'd never meet again in combat, and if they did, Gon stood no chance. How it frustrated him, even now! Seeing the jester fight excited him, and he imagined all the things he'd like to do to the man… or have done to him.
"Don't forget this," the jester whispered in his fantasy, his hands focused on cupping his balls, stroking his shaft. "You're mine! Mine..."
Gon grunted, stilling as he felt his cum explode up his chest, splattering his chin and touching his lips. "Hisoka," he murmured, exhausted. Every time he touched himself, the magician had consumed him, and every thought. He hadn't forgotten the sensations the older man had elicited from him. Nor the confusion it brought. Over the years, isolated on Whale Island, he'd had perhaps thought innocent wonderings of how it felt to be touched by Killua, or Kurapika… Even Leorio's expert medical hands. But an enemy's hands? Hisoka's?
He shivered and wiped at the slick fluid, soaking it into the sheets. He would have to put the clean linens sign up… What would he do if Kil-
"Gooon," came the strangled moan.
Gon froze, searching for the person whom he knew by voice. "Hisoka?"
"How long did you expect me to stay away? Especially after a display such as that..."
Gon sat up in bed, shivering. He had only come to Padokea for a meeting with Killua, he would leave in a few days. He hadn't expected to ever see Hisoka again, but he hadn't resisted the urge to attend the featured match at Heaven's Arena. He had thought he'd stayed back far enough, and there was no way the man could have felt his presence… Gon swallowed hard, focusing on the problem at hand. "Then you saw… You heard?"
"Of course I did…" The jester drew himself up and sauntered towards the bed. "I have been following you… does this response shock you?"
"No…" the younger man whispered. His eyes followed Hisoka as he approached the large bed. What would happen now? It wouldn't escape the redhead's notice that Gon's aura was missing, not for long. He crossed his legs and covered himself with the sheets, looking out the window.
The lithe figure slid onto the mattress, hanging at the end. His steely orbs following the very movement. "How long has it been since you have seen me? Tell me…" His tone was playful, holding a lilt that he knew a secret and wouldn't tell.
Gon moaned, pressing his lips together. "Greed Island," he said firmly. "When we warped to you… thinking you were Kuroro."
"Impossible," Hisoka said, frowning. His voice had dropped and sharpened as well. He sounded… angry. "I know for a fact you've set eyes on me since then!"
"Not all of you. Not… the real you," Gon said softly. He closed his eyes and sighed, bringing the memory to the front of his mind. Appearing next to that lake, expecting to find Kuroro, or maybe another Troupe member… only to find Hisoka, naked. Without his makeup, and his clothes, Gon was forced to see him in all his glory. He found himself wishing Hisoka left his hair unstyled more often, at first. Then, in the middle of the night years later, after the excitement had died down, more thoughts about the man had invaded his thoughts. Awake, asleep, these things didn't matter. Hisoka was all he thought about. Not the man who hid behind makeup and styling gel… The pureness of the man bathing in a lake.
Gon grunted as he felt the man draw closer until he hovered just above his body. With his eyes closed, even without his nen, he knew Hisoka was waiting for him to look up.
"Look at me," Hisoka murmured. "I want to see that fire in your eyes, up close, once more."
"I can't," Gon insisted, squeezing his eyes shut harder. If he saw Hisoka… he wouldn't be able to stop himself. How long had he been following? Did he know Gon had lost his nen? If he found out… how would he react? Would his jester kill him? No, probably not. He didn't like his toys broken. He hadn't even tried to attack Kuroro after the man's nen had been chained by Kurapika.
"You're not thinking about me anymore… I can see it in the way you're scrunching your eyebrows. We must remedy that."
Gon hissed when he felt Hisoka's hand cup him, like he'd always wanted. His will broke and he opened his eyes, finding Hisoka's face close to him. "Hisoka… I need you! I just can't stand it any longer!"
"Direct, as always," the grinning man said, bringing his lips closer to the man beneath him. "I have always wanted to taste you Ringo-chan…"
Gon's eyes were wide, searching, and for once, the face of the man didn't frighten him, nor the touches. He reached out and cupped Hisoka's cheek. "I've been so distracted over the years… Wrapped up in becoming a hunter, helping Killua, rescuing people, trying to find my dad… It kept me from thinking about things. It distracted me from realizing I've grown up."
"And how you've ripened," the older man chuckled, pressing his lips to Gon's throat. "You're still a child, however. I'm not sure I can even bring myself to… defile you."
"I'm seventeen…" Gon insisted, his breath hitching at the warm tickling sensation. He liked it, sure, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, he probably always would.
"A man already… How cute…" Hisoka murmured, nipping gently at Gon's sunkissed skin.
"Hisoka…" Gon whispered, putting a firm hand on his shoulder. "I-" Gon hesitated, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
The older man drew back and watched him, amused. "If it's your first time, don't worry. I won't hurt you… much."
"I've lost my nen."
The blue eyes widened slightly, and his smile slipped. "Why did you tell me that?" he asked quietly, sitting back.
Gon shivered, feeling the man's anger growing stronger and washing over him. "Because… I wanted to tell you. I needed you to know, before you did this. I didn't want to trick you."
Hisoka sat eerily still, examining him. Then he laughed, abruptly. "Oh Gon… that's why I enjoy you. You're so good and honorable." His hand moved fast and grabbed the teen by the throat. Pinning him to the mattress, he covered Gon's body with his. "Feel that?" he whispered, rocking his hips and rubbing his erection against the raven-haired boy's hip. "It would seem my body doesn't care. Although, it breaks my heart to know I'll never be able to crush you."
Warmth flooded through Gon's chest and he sighed happily, smiling. Losing his apprehension, Gon leaned up to press his lips to Hisoka's. He expected to be rebuffed, but was thrilled to find the older man responding. His hands lifted to slide up and under Hisoka's tank top, touching his ribs and muscled abs. He could feel himself getting hard again, and he knew he only wanted one thing. "Make love to me, Hisoka," he breathed.
The older man tsked. "Never," he spat, rolling his eyes. "I'm not the 'making love' type." He easily turned Gon's chin to kiss down his neck where he bit sharply, sucking at the skin roughly, dragging his teeth across the bruise.
Gon's nails sunk into Hisoka's pale skin, and he whined and whimpered, half in pain, half in desperation. "Please. I need you. I want to feel you… inside me." He could feel his face burning up at this confession. Hisoka's chuckle vibrated through him, soft as velvet and thick… He felt enveloped in that sound, and he closed his eyes, praying he would always remember this.
"I promise, my sweet, I will fuck you. I warn you, I am not gentle."
"If I wanted gentle… I'd have fallen for Kurapika," Gon forced through his teeth. He was surprised to hear Hisoka growl and he was suddenly flipped so he sat straddling the jester's waist. Seeing Hisoka's expression, he felt a moment of dread, but then… attraction… and pity. "Fool," Gon murmured leaning forward.
"What did you call me?" Hisoka snarled, his icy eyes locking on his prey.
Gon cupped the man's face in his hands, then pulled him gently towards him. "Fool," Gon breathed again. "It's always been you Hisoka…" He pressed his lips to the other man's, wrapping his arms around his neck.
Hisoka gave in for a second, then pushed the younger man back. "You're being too sentimental, Ringo-chan," he murmured. "That will not do."
Gon frowned. "I don't understand…"
Hisoka chuckled and held Gon's hips as he pressed his hardening member against the darker man's body. "It's true I cannot resist you; that I wish to bed you… Feelings just do not become me. I only wish to possess you, to take you when the whim strikes me, to control your reactions while I'm inside you. I have no love for you, and have no desire to be loved. Do you understand something that simple?"
"I do," Gon answered, finally feeling the pain of a too long erection. "I can't promise I will be able to hold back my feelings, Hisoka… I expect nothing of you. I hadn't even… thought I'd see you again."
"Yet you came to my match." The magician jerked his head to the television that still played on silently. "I saw you there. It was how I knew you were here. I followed you after you bought your… entertainment." He noticed the younger man's hand wrapping around his own cock and he made a noise of disapproval. "Ah ah ah… that is forbidden. Only I can pleasure you, hear me?"
Gon's hand fell away, but he whimpered in discomfort, wiggling slightly. "It hurts Hisoka…"
The man smiled and wrapped his slender fingers around the boy's prick, stroking slowly. "Well, I can't have you in pain… unless I'm the cause of it." It nearly surprised him, how quickly the young man responded, milky clear liquid dripping from the slit almost immediately. "Look… look what my touch does to you."
The brunette struggled to keep focus, looking downward at his throbbing cock. "I love you," he murmured, unable to stop the words from coming out.
Hisoka's chest tightened, and he shoved the boy from his lap onto the mattress. Kneeling between Gon's legs, he finally indulged himself. His tongue, wet with wanting, dragged up the shaft until it rolled over the slick head. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive tip, he moaned as he slid down, then back up. He wanted to say more, just to goad the boy on, but he was too intent on bringing him the pleasure that he instilled.
"Hi- ah, god you're so fucking good!" Gon felt every sensation the way he felt every nerve of his body, every inch of his skin. Closing his eyes, he concentrated, the way he did when he did his Ten training. "Ah," he sighed, tangling his fingers in Hisoka's thick, styled hair. "More!" he demanded. "Make me cum for you. I want you to taste me, Hisoka…"
The jester, never hearing this side of his sweet peach before, indulged him. Relaxing his throat, he didn't stop until the boy's thick member was deep inside. There was a hitched breath, then, upon pulling back, a flood of liquid. He'd made Gon cum… He tasted sweet, like he knew he would.
Gon, fell back, his hands slipping from the jester's scalp. He lay panting, eyes half-lidded. "Hisoka…" he moaned.
"Do you want more?" the magician asked, stroking the young man's thigh.
Gon faltered, wondering what more would imply. "I…" His cheeks burned red, and he bit his lip slightly.
Hisoka, feeling his hesitation, drew back. He wanted to… hurt him. Break the wall between wanting and need, demolish the hesitation, fuck him until they were both lost to the act. Yet now, there was a feeling to… good lord, was it a feeling of protection? He reached out to grip the boy by his thick wiry hair. "I will possess you," he warned. "I have always wanted to make you… mine."
Gon groaned and with a quickness, he pushed the man back, straddling him. "I want you inside me," he repeated. "But…"
Hisoka's body trembled, feeling the same need as Gon, but holding back to hear the rest of the young man's request.
"Take me… in the shower."
A small breath escaped the magician's lips, but the chill he felt encompassed his entire body. He had yet to feel release… but in the hot water, he might yet. "I will not be gentle," he reminded Gon. Feeling the pressure of Gon's body atop his was interesting, as was the slide of the boy's hand on his throat. He was learning quickly, and he couldn't deny the pleasure he got from him asserting his dominance.
"Hisoka…" Gon whispered, lowering himself over his partner. Lips brushed over chin and ear, repeating his name over and over. "Hisoka… Hisoka…"
"You're more evil than you care to admit," the jester murmured, quickly collecting the boy and carrying him towards the washroom. "I want to hold back, but you tease me like this…"
"I've had years to practice," Gon admitted. "To imagine, I mean. I never thought… erm…"
"You never thought it'd actually happen?" Hisoka asked, smirking. He set Gon on his feet and looked down. He had grown. When they had met, he had been so short… now he reached Hisoka's chin.
"I didn't," Gon said quietly, pulling away. "I thought… losing my nen, isolating myself, withdrawing from everyone, my old life was at an end. I became a shell. Everyday I went through the motions, but I felt hollow inside. I think Aunt Mito was scared I would take my own life, so she encouraged me to try and find a way to get my nen back. But… I couldn't admit to her that it was only half the reason." Despite being naked in front of this man, Gon felt no shame and didn't bother covering himself as he reached to start the water. "I was terrified, at first, realizing what I really wanted."
"I must admit, your attempts at flattery are beginning to move me," Hisoka joked, leaning against the wall to drink in the sight. He had always loved the look of Gon's tanned skin, his hair that had a natural lift to it, those caramel eyes that just lit up… What he hadn't expected was how turned on he would get seeing his bare ass and toned body, without the urge to fight and kill him.
"Really?" Gon asked, straightening and looking across the room.
How innocent and naive, Hisoka thought, covering his mouth and looking away while he laughed softly. At the silence, he glanced back and found Gon holding out a washcloth. Frowning, Hisoka pushed away from the wall and took it. "We're really going to wash? I thought-"
"I don't want to look at that makeup," Gon said sternly.
"And if I refuse?" Hisoka asked playfully. Yes, he liked this. He had never thought he would like being ordered around. If it were anyone but Gon… Even still, resisting was in his nature.
Gon didn't take the bait, only stepped into the shower and began to wash.
Hisoka sighed and undressed slowly. Who did Gon think he was, thinking he could order someone like him around? Naked, annoyed, and flaccid, Hisoka followed, grumbling under his breath. At the sight of Gon's soaped up body, he huffed and stood under the water. Sighing in pleasure, he let the scalding water engulf him. It wasn't long before the makeup was scrubbed off, and he threw the washcloth at the boy. He was about to snap with something witty, but the expression Gon had halted him. "What?"
Gon blinked, looking up at him seriously. "There you are…"
"Hm?" Hisoka asked, squeezing shampoo into his hair. He sucked in a breath when the washcloth, presumably soaped up, ran up his abdomen and across his chest. He rubbed at his hair, running his fingers through and loosening the hold the gel had, massaging his scalp. He hissed and leaned back against the wall when he felt Gon's tongue on his nipple. "Eager, are we?"
Gon didn't respond more than to drop to his knees and taking Hisoka's limp cock into his mouth. Mimicking the jester's earlier movements, he began to suck and lick the rapidly hardening organ. He moaned, feeling the older man's hand in his hair, encouraged by the petting. He wanted nothing more than to please him, to show him how much he wanted… no needed him.
"Yes…" Hisoka groaned, watching him attentively service him. He let out an audible groan as the boy cupped his balls and massage them gently. Gods, how had he ever learned to pleasure someone like this? Had he practiced with someone else? Perhaps watched a dirty movie once or twice? He doubted it, but the very thought infuriated him. Why? Why should he care if Gon had learned from someone else? The answer was simple… because Gon belonged to him, and him alone. "Good boy," the magician purred. "Take it deeper."
Gon drew back, looking up defiantly, then shook his head. "No… First…" He grinned and licked the head of Hisoka's penis, kissed down his shaft before finally sucking his testicles into his warm wet mouth.
The combination of the hot water and Gon's hot mouth nearly undid him, and he could feel his knees growing weak. The only way to make this better was blood… and gods he wanted to see it run. He would see it, but later. Now, he had work to do. "I don't want to wait any longer," Hisoka murmured. "Stand- ah!" Caught completely by surprise, the taller man leaned against the wall, eyes slipping shut. Feeling Gon's soft tongue was better than he expected, but the tightness of his throat… And then it was gone. The absence infuriated him, and he growled loudly, glaring down at him. Seeing him looking up solemnly, Hisoka bit his tongue. "What?" he asked as gently as he could muster.
"Say my name."
Hisoka's eyes widened.
"No nicknames, no pet names… Just say it. Please, Hisoka."
Hisoka's patience was at his limit. Seizing the boy by the throat, he lifted him to his feet, enjoying the struggle he put forth. His hands gripping his wrist, body twisting as he was lifted into the air, but his eyes… He understood what Hanzo meant all those years ago. There was no fear, or anger, or resentment at his treatment… Just desperation, and maybe sadness. "Gooon," Hisoka whispered, wrapping his free arm around the young man's waist, pulling him closer.
The raven-haired man moaned, a smile slowly spreading as he sighed. "Hisoka…"
"I'm going to fuck you now, Gon," Hisoka breathed, thrusting his cock against Gon's. When Gon's legs wrap around his waist, Hisoka knows it's too late. He melts into Gon's kiss and they feed at each other's mouths until they're breathless. "Before I do this," Hisoka moans, "I have to prepare you… As much as I want to hurt you, to see you bleed… I might want to fuck you tomorrow morning."
"Your nails," Gon murmured, catching Hisoka's earlobe between his teeth. "They're too sharp…"
"I'll cover them with Bungee Gum," Hisoka assured him hurridly. "I need to be inside you."
"Please Hisoka…"
With a strangled cry, the jester summoned this energy to his fingers, reaching between the boy's legs. His fingers probed, slowly, more carefully than he'd like, but the sounds that came from Gon's throat urged him on. He knew he had found Gon's spot when he jerked against him, crying his name loudly.
When he was properly stretched, Hisoka pushed him off and turned him, shoving him against the wall. Entering him was the most blissful experience of his life, and holding back his moans was impossible. "Gon!" he cried. It only took a handful of thrusts, then he felt the throb of his own release, heard Gon's ragged breathing… He shivered when Gon's hand covered his, pulling it toward his cock
"Keep going Hiso-chan," Gon whimpered. "I'm close…"
Pulling the boy close to his chest, he did as he was bid. "Gon," he whispered, eyes closing, feeling Gon's hand on his wrist. "Stop…" he gasped, his hand on Gon's hip, trying to still the thrusts backward, but he loved the pain, the struggle, he needed more…
"Hisoka…"
He came again, stronger, and he felt the wetness that was Gon's release. His cries were sweeter than anything he'd ever heard. He needed one last thing… one thing to be perfect.
Gon screamed. The pain after such a high bringing him to his senses. "Hi-soka?" he grunted, gripping the man's arm. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the tile. The water had grown cold long ago, but they had only just noticed.
Hisoka released him, groaning as he pulled out. He licked at the wound his teeth had made, sucking at Gon's blood. "You taste heavenly, Ringo-chan."
"Hiso-" Gon murmured, slumping against him.
The man caught his treasure, and lifted him up, stepping carefully out of the water spray. It had been too much for the boy, he told himself. Or so he thought, until he was laying the sleeping boy in the bed. Brushing his wet hair off his forehead, Hisoka felt it. Leaning closer, he hesitated, then laid a gentle kiss on the man's lips. "Glad to have helped… Ringo-chan."
Standing, he cast one last glance at his precious man, then returned to the washroom to turn off the water and dress. How he ached to stay, but he must return… Right? Yes. He would leave, but not before leaving a calling card.
Summoning a card, he flicked it into Gon's headboard. "Good night… Gon."