A/N: A Wedding For Hunters truly begins in chapter two. So, yeah. I'm not trying to troll people or anything xD You can go to that one if that's what you're here for. I don't own anything! If you're here just to see the Gon/Killua, skip to chapters nine (Gon/FemKillua) and nineteen (Gon/Killua yaoi).

I don't know what to think anymore. Maybe I should just stop thinking. No…it's that I couldn't have imagined things would turn out this way.

He grasped at the pink sheets since he was too far from the bedpost. Eager to grab onto something to stop himself from sliding upwards from powerful thrusts.

At first I was a prisoner, or at least I felt like one. But now I'm not entirely sure. It's because I, no…no one will ever know what goes on in this man's mind. Not even me, who probably wasn't the first, and might not be the last to get this close.

He bit his lip to suppress any sound, despite the fact that he was told earlier in the evening that they were in total privacy. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

A lot of people would say many things about the situation that I'm in. I'm sure even when I had a home and parents, they would have shared with me the wisdom that you are supposed to be doing this with someone you love. My parents loved each other very much, that much I knew when I was younger.

He parted his lips to let out heavier breaths.

Yet I don't have that feeling in my heart. There's no room. I certainly don't love him. Yet I'm doing this for my own reasons, possibly manufactured by him. I don't know his motivations, so I'm sure it's just to satisfy a primal need in his sick and twisted mind. At the same time, I'm sure that doing this is at least keeping some people alive...

"If you have the time to stay in deep thought, I must be doing something wrong." He smiled down at the other's face, "I asked you before to be as loud as you'd like. Instead you've been quiet and in such deep thought, just like the other times. I like noise", He retreated his hips, enough to leave the very tip inside, just to come back in deep with one swift motion, catching the other by surprise.

"Hisoka!"

"See? Isn't that better?" he kept up the grin and leaned further in, brushing his lips against slightly chapped ones, in a sing song-y voice he whispered, "Ku-ra-pi-ka?"

His eyes widened, face completely flushed, there was no room for deep thought.

"Oh…your eyes turn red when you're excited." He licked his lips, "Despite what you may think, your body is enjoying this." He tightened his hold of the Kurta's wrists, "I'll just have to rile you up more often then. I can see why he wanted them."

"Bastar-", he was hushed by an assertive kiss. In a way, it signified just what was happening by its description: rough, assertive, domineering. The magician was someone who almost always got what he wanted, even though there were a few exceptions. Some of those exceptions being caused by the Kurta himself. But at the same time, the man was fulfilling an unspoken request of privacy. The only ones who knew where they were and what they were doing were the two in the room. It would have been effective blackmail material, that is, if Hisoka were ever interested in blackmail, but he wasn't. No matter the deal, he couldn't pinpoint a motive or purpose other than that he just wanted him. Did he see it as some sort of punishment for sealing Chrollo Lucilfer's nen? Perhaps. It was still unnerving. When their lips parted, he just wanted to know one thing, "Why are you being…?"

"Since this is the umpteenth time you've asked me, but the first time I've gotten a reaction out of you, I'll reward you with an answer."

All movements stopped, yet the Kurta squirmed at the feeling of the magician still inside. Without a doubt, he was going to hang on to every word for dear life.

"I don't like to play with broken or dirty toys. They all must be in tip top shape."

Now he was pissed off, "You scum. Does this mean you still plan on fighting me in the future?"

Again, the sing song-y voice returned, "We shall see."

Movements began again and despite the blonde's anger, his eyes still red, he couldn't deny the magician did have skill with what he was doing…now that he had no choice but to concentrate on it. He still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making a lot of noise, and he knew Hisoka was as capable at psychological warfare as much as fighting. Understanding this, he would let him continue until completion, but he wouldn't give in to every demand, no matter how much bodily coercion was present.

A/N: I don't do LeoPika. Plus, I randomly had a dream of these two together. I was like..."Why brain why!?" So I decided to write this.

Next one coming shortly: FemKillua X Gon