Story: Horticulture

Pairing(s): Hisoka|Pandora

Word Count: 500

Rating: M

Author's Comment: I am pretty certain that the connection between the first half and second half is shaky - or rather, hard to pinpoint. The intent was there, obviously. And I've tried my hand at subtlety. I know I've failed, but hopefully once I'm done with these, I can go back and edit them a bit. Enjoy.

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Originally posted on December 7, 2017 for 30 Days of Short Fiction. For more information on 30DoSF, please refer to the pinned entry on at my wordpress, linked available in my profile, or read the vague explanation under the announcements header on my profile page.


The Mind's Interior

"You look like the king of girl that enjoys being choked."

She sees him looking down at her with a smirk on his chiseled face and a pink drink in his hand. She mirrors his cocksure grin, drinking the rest of the golden liquid in her champagne flute, and responds, voice tumbling beyond her lips, "Do I?"

He moves to occupy the narrow space on the cushioned seat and she slides over to accommodate him. He crosses his legs at the knees and leans closer. The alcohol on his breath caresses her cheeks when he speaks. "Your neck is so slender and lovely."

"Thanks, I got it from my sister," she replies, setting aside her flute.

He laughs and gestures the server to them. "Let me buy you a drink."

She takes his pink drink and drinks it all at once, setting the glass beside her own. "Take me home and test your theory."

They make it as far as his car before he has her bent over the back seat, ramming his cock into her, but he takes her back to his apartment to enjoy her on his bed.

He wraps his hand over her neck as he is thrusting inside of her and she lets him apply pressure. It isn't quite what she anticipated when he proposed it, but she feels a tingle of curiosity inside the center of her belly before it begins to spread along the rest of her nerve endings. She never reaches orgasm because he's tired after climaxing.

"Did you like it?" he asks.

"No," she says, redressing.

Years later, when she wears bruised rings around her neck from Hisoka's rough handling, she thinks back to her first experience with asphyxiation during sex and the man that introduced her to it. She didn't remember him often, but she decided to explore because of him. She delved into higher paying jobs with an open mind and curiosity.

Hisoka's head rests on her lap shuffling through his deck. He wears matching bruises on his neck and notices her gaze trained on them. He grins as if he knows she's been thinking of something and that he can guess what it is without her saying so. And she hates this about him.

She puts a hand over his face, a wrinkle forming between her pale eyebrows, but he takes it away, drawing it down to his chest where she feels his steady heartbeat.

And she knows it'll be over soon as she jerks her hand away. She shoves him off her lap and tries to leave—there're things to plan. He catches her by the wrist and pushes her down on the bed.

She laughs when he nuzzles her neck, but almost punches him after he leaves teeth marks. Her body quivers and her bruises ache against the pressure of his body. She gasps and he swallows her breath. His killer's intent stabs into her in promise, but his lust is stronger still and it drowns her.