First Trick

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It was no secret that Hisoka the magician had an unhealthy fondness for young boys. Whenever he asked for volunteers for one of his magic tricks, he picked boys in the age range of ten to fifteen. From the look of absolute delight on his face, it was obvious he had a fascination with the way emotions like fear, excitement and curiosity tended to sit clear in such young faces.

Like that delectable, fierce-eyed boy in the second row. He couldn't have been older than thirteen; far too young for a good person to think of him as sexually attractive. But of course, the first thing that anyone thought when seeing Hisoka the Magician performing one of his card tricks was that he was dreadful miles away from being a good person. It was nothing too obvious, a man of his profession could never be obvious about anything in life. Yet people shivered to look him in the eyes, shied away from him in the streets and sat in constant, fearful awe during his shows.

Except that boy lacked fear entirely. He stood out even among his classmates. Hisoka had a theory that children of that age could be divided into two categories: the ones that watched him in awe and the ones that looked anywhere but, bored out of their minds. He never bothered with the latter group; he found those were children that tended to grow up into bitter, ugly adults. But this boy… he was awed alright, but there was something more in him. The way he followed his movements from the very beginning of his show was prickling Hisoka's skin with undeniable excitement. The kid may have looked innocent, but his eyes made it clear he wasn't as gullible as his age would suggest. Hisoka knew it wouldn't be wise to ask someone with eyes that clever to come and join him on stage.

"For the next trick, I'll be asking for a volunteer from the audience~" He raised his hand, twirled his finger around playfully and finally made it come to a stop on that boy. Of course he couldn't resist him, wise or unwise. "You there, in the cute green outfit~"

The boy blinked, momentarily shocked out of concentration. There was a bit of shuffling as he came over to him and Hisoka could finally look him over properly. A nicely sunkissed, limber boy with a handsome face and beautiful eyes. How could he ever~ say no to that~? "Hello~" He bent down to be on eye-level with the boy. "What's your name~?"

"I'm Gon! Gon Freecss!" The boy said clearly, bearing his gaze without difficulty. "Nice to meet you!"

'Ahh, good manners too, what a little heart~throb~' Hisoka smiled, picked up an unopened deck of cards and offered it to Gon. "Would you open that, Gon-kun? Just so people don't think I've cheated~ even before we started~" He chuckled.

It would be a card trick, one of the more difficult ones up his sleeve, but still the idea was the usual: Gon was supposed to pick a card that Hisoka then was supposed to coax to the top of the deck. That said, Gon had opened the deck of cards and handed them over to Hisoka for shuffling. He looked at him with only clever scrutiny in his eyes. Once he picked a card, his gaze never once left Hisoka's swift, pale hands.

There was fire in those amber eyes, he could feel the determination to see through him oozing off of the boy in waves. Magicians heavily relied on human nature, how excitable someone was, the short attention span and the way well-placed words could knock people out of their concentration. This boy kept staring, no matter how his liquid silk words lulled and enticed. Hisoka knew he would have to cheat to beat that relentless attention. But first, he needed to make an opening so he could perform the cheat.

"Gon-kun…?" He called his name. The amber eyes remained glued to his hands. "Gon-kun… tell the audience how old you are…?" It was a cheap trick, drawing the audience's eyes to the boy, and as expected, it didn't work. Gon received the microphone numbly, eyes stuck on Hisoka's fiddling fingers. As the cards slid and danced and flipped between them, Gon's lips parted with the lightest of gasps. A thought passed through the magician's mind, uncensored and stark, 'I want to fuck him.'

"I'm fourteen." Gon said.

"Too young, but not too young…" Hisoka murmured, barely heard even with the microphone fastened to his fabulous red waistcoat. A strange thing as a response to a boy's age and that was exactly what won him this battle of wits.

"What?" Intrigued anew by the odd words, Gon looked up at his face. He caught himself almost at once and returned his gaze to Hisoka's hands.

"Was your card the Eight of Spades?" Hisoka turned the card towards him with a smile that was nearly splitting his handsome face in two. As frustration rippled through Gon's young features, a tingle of excitement prickled just below his navel. He's defeated the boy, in that single second he took to look him in the face. It had been a close call and the triumph of it, the ecstasy of being almost caught was a hum of energetic pleasure thrumming in his veins. Adrenaline made his breath hitch. Gon looked up at him in accusation and arousal was now a constant, painful throbbing in his body, tightening his tailored slacks in the front. 'I want to fuck him, all night, every night, right now, I want him,' Hisoka thought again, golden eyes locked with the boy's smart amber gaze that screamed 'CHEATER!' at maddening volume.