Author's Note: Man… I was having some terrible writer's block with this chapter. Like… Terrible. I knew exactly how I wanted it to go but whenever I tried to put it down it just wouldn't flow right. I think I finally got it just how I want it.

Reldomi: Reldomi, you beautiful little shit, you left a comment for every chapter? How. Precious. I love that. To answer your question about whether or not Leo will join us for this story, I'm not sure actually. I'm thinking yes, but don't hold me to that. I want to squeeze him in at least one chapter since I love that beautiful lanky fool. Anyway~ I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Guest: Poor Hisoka indeed! That poor dumb fool is in so much pain right now. Hopefully Gon and Kurapika can help him with his pain. Let us step into the world of these pitiful boys together~!

Raywolf Shibelt: Aww! You do~? I'm glad! I love, love, LOVE Triad relationships. They make my heart happy! Lol. But I hope you like the rest of the story! I have a lot of things going on later that, if all goes well, will come out nicely.

Triad - A group or set of three connected people or things.

Chapter 4: Warm

"Why isn't Ging ever here?" Gon sat up on the couch and put his cup of chocolate milk down on the coffee table. He shivered a bit when the night air from the open front door brushed against his exposed arms. The small child was wearing a dinosaur shirt and red shorts.

"Hello, Gon." Kite closed the door behind him then proceeded to hang his coat in the closet. "Nice to see you too."

"Oh." Gon jumped to his feet. "Sorry." He quickly hopped over to the Kite and gave him a hug. For a 9-year-old, he was quite forceful in his hugs. He almost knocked the white-haired adult over. "Hi, Kite." He buried his nose in Kite's sweater, mainly to steal some of his warmth.

Kite gently pulled away from the clingy child, physically reminding Gon that he did not like to be touched.

Gon didn't mind or care, though. He always hugged Kite hello even though he knew the man disliked it. He would pretend that he forgot but in actuality he just ignored it. Gon was a simple child. When he wanted something he thought that meant he should have it. Though he never had any desire for material things, what he did want was much more imposing. Gon craved touch. To be touched and to receive touch. The gentle feeling of someone's embrace was addicting. It calmed him when he was feeling unnerved and for a kid who was alone for most of his life, he was unnerved a lot. "Sorry." He said again.

Kite lightly pushed Gon's forehead as he walked into the living room. He knew that Gon didn't mean his apology but he forgave him anyway. "Come and sit. What were you asking me about Ging? Did he call you?" It wasn't like Gon to speak of his father. At least, to speak of him completely unprompted. He was usually very easy going for a kid, never questioning anything that came to Ging.

Gon's eyes brightened. "Oh!" He beat Kite to the couch and jumped on it in a loud 'plop'. The older male paid no mind to his sudden mood change since that was typical of Gon. The kid had an uncanny ability to easily transition from one emotion to another. "Ging is always gone." Gon said as if Kite wasn't already very much aware. "Where does he go? Why does he go?"

After Kite sat down beside Gon he leaned over to take off his boots. "Why are you suddenly interested in that? You've never cared before." Which was true. Ging had been going in and out of the boy's life since Gon was old enough to walk. He'd be gone months, sometimes years at a time. During those lengthy absences, Kite would come in just long enough to make sure the kid was still alive and well-fed. Kite liked to say, 'While Ging is away, you're on your own. I'm only here to make sure you don't kill yourself.' And that was true at first. But after a while Kite found himself, much like today, visiting Gon without prompting just simply for the company. He tried to tell himself that it was merely because he was doing Gon a favor, but really he was doing it for himself too. He'd come to care about Gon as much as he hated to admit it.

"Well, I was talking to Aunt Mito-"

"Ah, Mito. Okay, I understand now." Kite neatly put his shoes beside the couch and crossed his legs.

"I didn't even tell you what she said yet."

"You don't need to." Kite didn't feel like listening through another one of Mito's rants. She called every blue moon to give everyone a hard time about Gon's living arrangements. 'A boy his age should not be living alone. He needs guidance. You should convince Ging to send him to me. Either that or I will drag his ass to court.' But Mito wasn't really Gon's aunt, not by blood anyway. She was just an old childhood friend of Ging's. One who disapproved of his lifestyle and parenting choices. Kite understood where she was coming from with her worries, but he also knew that Ging would never allow her to take Gon. His pride wouldn't allow it. Not without a fight anyway.

"So…" Gon looked up at his mentor and kicked his feet. "Why is Ging always leaving me?"

Something about the way Gon said 'leaving me' struck a chord in the older male. It was the way Gon said it. Like he felt that Ging was gone because he didn't want to be here with his son. "He works a lot."

"Oh…" Gon looked at his wiggling feet and scrunched up his nose. "Doing what?"

Kite leaned back and put his arm behind his head. "Your father is a detective. Do you know what a detective is, Gon?"

The dark haired child nodded.

"Good, now I don't have to explain it." Kite mumbled. Then he said a little louder, "Ging leaves so much because his job is important to him. He strives to be the best." The white haired man explained. "And he is up there with all the best."

"The best… detectives? Is he really that good?"

"Yes. He's known all around the world, Gon. People pay a lot of money to hire your father."

Gon pulled his legs to his chest and stared at the ground. "So that's why he's never home?" He thought aloud. "Because he's out… being the best?"

Kite almost winced. Hearing Gon say the words aloud felt like ice in his blood. It sounded so cruel. "Yes." Was all he could say. How else could he tell this 9-year-old that his father valued his career so much that he'd leave his only child at home to pursue it? Was there an etiquette to breaking someone's heart?

Gon touched his face, surprised that he was crying. The warm tears felt nice on his chilled cheeks. He didn't realize how hard he clenched his fists together until he saw his knuckles turn white. He didn't understand at first, but then it hit him.

"I think…" Gon sniffled. He was crying onto his trembling arms. "I think being a detective is the best job in the world…"

"What?"

"I-it has to be, doesn't it?" Gon sniffled again but didn't bother to wipe his face. "It has to be really great…" He was shaking his head while he talked like he didn't believe what he was saying. His voice trembled. He sounded so small and pitiful. "For someone to choose to be a detective over being a father…It must be the best job in the world…"

Kite's heart almost stopped. He felt like time had frozen and the world was shadowed in a black sheet of miserable realization. "Gon…"

"I…I think…" Gon covered his eyes with his arm and talked through his sobs. "I think…t-that I want to become a detective too-!"

Kite grabbed Gon by the shoulders and pulled him against his chest. Gon's nose was buried in Kite's sweater and the older male's long white hair covered him like a protective blanket. He felt so warm… Was this what it felt like to be hugged?

Gon closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Kite's waist. His sobs died down as he continued to silently cry into Kite's clothes. And at this exact second, Gon pretended that he was loved.

^.~

Firewood. First priority.

Gon slapped his hands across his snow covered pants. His heart was filled with determination. He would make sure that his companions were warm tonight. His last fire was a bit rough. It was in a tight space next to fast winds. This one would be better. In a dark cave and protected from the harsh air. This would be a fire that he could be proud of.

His eyes scanned the forest grounds as he ventured out the den to search for wood. The snow wasn't as deep here as it was near the crash site. It barely reached the middle of his heel. That was good. It made it easier to find wood what wasn't soaked in snow. Once he gathered enough to last the night, he would be able to keep their living space nice and cozy. That was important especially since Kurapika wanted to stay here for a few days. This would be his job. His purpose. To bring warmth to the people he cared about. A new sense of worth filled Gon from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. He felt another surge of resolve bubble in his chest as he continued to scan the grounds.

Back inside the den, Hisoka was leaning against the cold cave wall with his head back and his eyes closed. Every time he shivered he would clench his jaw and tense up from the pain. His head was pounding and his ribs ached from how hard he pushed himself. He wanted to fall asleep but his nerves wouldn't allow him to relax for even a second before he was shocked him back into an agonizing wake. It would be a miracle if he slept tonight.

Hisoka heard some light shuffling beside him and his thoughts of angst were interrupted by a soft voice.

"Hisoka?"

The redhead didn't move. "Hm?"

Kurapika scooted closer and leaned on the wall beside him. Their legs were touching and Hisoka lightly shivered from the sudden warmth. The blonde unwrapped the blanket from his shoulders and spread it across he and Hisoka's legs. "I wasn't sure you were awake." Kurapika finally said after making sure his professor was properly covered.

Hisoka stretched out his legs and tucked his arms under the blanket. It was still warm from being wrapped around Kurapika all day. "I wasn't asleep." Even as he said this he still hadn't opened his eyes.

"Oh…" Kurapika looked at his covered feet. "Well… maybe you should rest then."

Hisoka smiled. "How's your ankle?"

But Kurapika was starting to catch wind of how Hisoka always diverted from his concerns. It was a little annoying how the redhead refused to let them ask about his injuries. They didn't even know how badly he was hurt yet. If he had any broken bones or aching muscles. They could only guess how bad it was for Hisoka based on his visible cuts and bruises.

"How's your… everything." Kurapika asked instead of answering. He shot his teacher a worried look, feeling bad for whatever pain Hisoka was experiencing. This was the first time since they'd woken up that Hisoka sat down. Why did he have to downplay his injuries so much? Seriously, the big oaf was beaten and bruised, all the while carrying around Kurapika all day... he was either really protective or really goddamn stupid.

Kurapika was positive it was both. He'd make a stand to be more independent from now on. Hopefully, Hisoka will realize that he can't simply do it all.

Before Hisoka could deflect Kurapika's worry, Gon entered the cave with an armful of wood. He dropped his findings in the middle of the cave and looked down proudly at all his hard work. He had every reason to feel proud too. In a single trip, he brought in more than enough wood for the entire night. He must have been really determined.

"Are you guys okay?" Gon strolled over to his resting companions and bent at the knees so he was eye level with them. Thankfully they were in a cave now and he didn't have to worry about Hisoka straining himself in the cold anymore. Not that that would alleviate his worry completely. Hisoka looked like he was on the verge of death. His eyes were dull and his brows were furrowed. How badly did he get hurt? "Do you want your jacket back?" Gon asked.

"It's okay, Gon. You keep it."

Gon nodded, deciding to take the initiative to go ahead and start the fire. He gathered a couple big rocks from around the cave and set them in a circle formation. Normally, he would use dried grass or leaves to help kindle the fire but luckily for him, he didn't have to worry about that tonight. After all, one of the things he and Kurapika found yesterday was a notebook.

Kurapika watched Gon empty his pockets and rip a few pages out the little pad. "Do you need any help?" Not that he would be much help with a fire. He, unlike Gon, had never been camping. Though Kurapika was a genius in all aspects, he was ignorant to the world of the forest.

Gon shot him a smile and assured the blonde that he knew what he was doing. All his woodland trips with Kite were really coming in handy right now.

He didn't try to start the fire in any cool or fancy ways. He just lit a match and ignited a few twisted pieces of paper. He dropped it under the stacked pieces of wood conveniently arranged in a tent formation. Then he leaned back on his hands and wiped some snow off his shoulder. It really didn't take much for the fire to come to life. Honestly, even if they hadn't found the matches, Gon still would have been able to manage to light a healthy fire. When Kite took him camping, they never brought any matches along, at least not ones Kite would be willing to part with since he'd need them to light his cigarettes.

Kurapika crawled beside his friend, mindful of his ankle, and stretched his legs out. When the warmth licked his feet, he tilted his head back and sighed. "Hot damn, Gon…" He closed his eyes and shuddered in bliss. "I love you." He didn't realize how cold he was or how much he craved the heat until he sat in front of the crackling flames.

Gon blushed and pulled his legs closer to his chest. He wanted to say 'I love you too' but knew that Kurapika was only saying that because he was pleased with the fire. Even still, for a boy like Gon who craved and desired affection like it was his own personal drug, it felt nice to hear those words. "Thank you…" He said awkwardly, unsure how he should properly respond.

If Kurapika noticed that Gon was embarrassed, he was courteous enough to pretend he didn't. "I'm impressed." He said through a small smile. "The rumors are true about you."

"Huh?" Rumors? Were there bad rumors about him going around? "What do you mean?"

Kurapika shrugged. "I've just heard things about you, that's all. How well you do in botany class and how often you're in the greenhouse helping the other students. I'm happy to experience some of your Gon magic myself."

Gon blushed harder as he turned to the fire to hide his smile. Kurapika heard rumors about him? Pleasant and flattering rumors? It was hard to believe. He'd heard of Kurapika's accomplishments ever since they were teenagers. The blonde was constantly invited to special events and voted to be most successful and achieved student in the district. While Gon kind of just slipped through the cracks. A compliment from someone as skillful and proficient Kurapika Kurta was embarrassingly flattering. Gon wished he knew how to take it more smoothly and not like a flabbergasted child. "Y-yeah well, I just have a lot of practice I guess. I mean with Kite and everything…"

Kurapika nodded while he leaned forward and stretched his fingers towards the fire. His skin was a hue of orange from the dancing flames and his eyes were sparkling and bright. "It shows." Gon was pulling more than his weight around. Although Kurapika couldn't wait until he could do more to help too, he had to admit, it was nice being cared for. He was usually the one doing the caring.

Gon kept shifting his gaze from the fire then back to Kurapika. He rested his chin on his knees. The flames crackled and all traces of light from outside were completely hidden by the thick black storm clouds. It wasn't nightfall yet. They had at least five or six more hours before then. But judging from the winds and dark shadows, it was good that they found shelter when they did. A bad storm would be coming down soon.

Gon shivered. Even though he was worried about them, his mind was drifting to more shameful thoughts as well. He felt embarrassed that his priorities were so fucked up right now. But being alone with Kurapika and Hisoka made his heart race. Both men were practically the epitome of beautiful. Kurapika's slender almost feminine body and soft blonde hair were breathtaking and a nice contrast to Hisoka's bright red hair and large, very toned, shape. Their teacher's body was the definition of masculine while his style was a mix between exotic and elegant.

And then here was Gon. A dirty little nobody with cheap clothes and uncontrollable hair. While Hisoka and Kurapika got looks of awe and bedazzlement, Gon was ignored and misplaced.

Not that this ever bothered him before. He never minded being left alone because he enjoyed the sense of accomplishment he got whenever he did something completely on his own. However, while he was trapped with two people as impressive and well known as Hisoka the millionaire and Kurapika the prodigy, he felt a bit… nervous. Now that they were settled in, less focused on survival and more focused on comfort, he was forced to think about trivial things such as this.

"I hope Melody is okay…" Kurapika's quiet and unexpected words pulled Gon out of his trance. He looked over at the blonde and held his breath. Kurapika looked so sad… His eyes were glazed over in quiet worry and his lips were turned in a slight frown.

Melody was Kurapika's sister, or adoptive sister. Not that he felt like she was his adoptive anything. To Kurapika she was just his sister. After Kurapika's parents died he was passed from foster home to foster home. He was a difficult kid to place simply because he was a difficult kid. He was moody and angry for most of the time and the rare times he wasn't, he was cold and distant. His presence made people uncomfortable and that was the way he liked it.

It wasn't until he met the Sonata family that Kurapika finally allowed himself to love and be loved. He had Melody to thank for this. When he met her she was already diagnosed with heart cancer. Heart cancer is extremely rare and even when tumors are found, most of the time they are benign. However, Melody was an exception to chance. The oncologist gave her only a few years to live but despite knowing of her fate, Melody was always so joyful. She was even patient enough to listen to Kurapika whenever he snuck into her room after a nightmare involving the death of his parents. So far she has outlived her life expectancy. Kurapika likes to joke that whenever death comes to visit her, he hears her beautiful music and forgets why he ever came in the first place.

Gon quietly shifted from his spot next to Kurapika and added a few big pieces of wood to the flames. "You'll see her soon." He spoke softly, almost afraid that talking too harshly would upset Kurapika more. "We'll be home before you know it." Home. When would they be going back home? Would his dad notice that he was missing? Would he worry about whether he was safe or alive? He wanted to say yes, but in truth, he wasn't sure. Ging was never home to begin with.

Gon almost sighed. He tried to remind himself that being sad wouldn't get them anywhere. He had to stay strong like Kurapika and Hisoka.

"Gon…?"

Gon looked up to see Kurapika staring at him. The gaze made him nervous and he fought the need to look away.

"Thank you." Kurapika smiled. "For everything you've done. You've been really brave." He leaned over and kissed Gon on the cheek. He was grateful for the freshman's company. Gon was truly the light that they all needed during these dark times.

Gon blushed again and this time, his entire face was red. He didn't know what to say. Him? Brave? Kurapika thought that he was brave? He touched the spot where Kurapika kissed him.

"The first thing I'm going to do when I get home is bake my sister a cake." Kurapika sat up straighter, his expression was confident, like there was no doubt in his mind that they would safely reach the bottom of the mountain. "But I have to admit, I'm not a very adventurous baker." He laughed. "I always follow the recipe. Melody likes to add little treats to hers."

Gon took off his wet boots and tossed them to the side. He should have done that earlier but his mind was preoccupied with other things. "Recipe? I usually just try to add whatever tastes good." He sheepishly admitted.

"Yeah?" Kurapika raised a questioning eyebrow. "That's interesting. I've never met anyone who could do that? Does it come out okay?"

Gon furrowed his brow at the thought of the last cake he tried to bake. It was for Kite's birthday and it exploded in the oven. "Uh… sure." He lied.

Kurapika shook his head and chuckled. "Maybe I'll teach you how to follow a recipe once we get home."

Gon smiled. "Okay." He paused for a second before looking over his shoulder. Hisoka was leaning against the cave wall with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. He looked warmer. The color was coming back to his cheeks and the blanket Kurapika gave him was still covering him.

Gon lightly nudged Kurapika and indicated to their resting teacher. "Do you think we should lay him down? That doesn't look very comfortable."

"I'm fine." Hisoka mumbled. His unexpected voice startled Gon who practically squeaked in surprise.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Kurapika asked with concern. "You should try to get some rest."

Hisoka's eyes were still closed when he answered. "I'm not very tired." Which was only half true. He was exhausted from how much he had pushed himself but he wasn't sleepy as of yet. So he was trapped in-between being too fatigued to move but not weary enough to actually sleep.

Gon sat up straighter. "Would it help if I told you a story?"

Hisoka smiled. Gon was so cute.

"Soo… Is that a yes for the story?"

Hisoka softly laughed, then grimaced in pain. He shouldn't have done that.

Kurapika noticed that and frowned. "Hisoka-"

"I'm fine." Hisoka interrupted.

"Well, aren't you cold? You're pretty far away from the fire." Kurapika noted.

"I have your blanket." Hisoka reminded him.

"Our blanket." Kurapika corrected. "Are you warm enough?"

"I'm-"

"I know, I know. 'You're fine'." Kurapika crawled over to Hisoka and beckoned for Gon to follow. The two made themselves comfortable on either side of him.

"We'll make you warmer." Gon smiled as he laid his head on Hisoka's arm and held the redhead's hand.

Kurapika spread out the blanket so it covered all of their legs, then he used his good foot to kick off Hisoka's wet shoes. "There. Now you're fine." As fine as he could be under the circumstances. "But I still think you should sleep."

Hisoka opened his eyes and sat up straighter attempting to look more awake so his students would stop fretting. He leaned over and kissed Kurapika's forehead. "I didn't know you cared."

Kurapika looked away and acted as if there wasn't a slight blush right in the middle of his face. The bright fire danced in front of them and the light made their shadows do little dances on the wall. Outside, it was beginning to snow again. The flakes were light and beautiful, not like the heavy storm that had beaten and abused them the night before.

Gon stretched out his toes and absentmindedly rubbed Hisoka's leg to keep his teacher warm. His hand shifted under the covers as he searched for Kurapika. "The first thing Kurapika wants to do when we get home is bake a cake." He found what he was looking for and pulled Kurapika's arm over Hisoka's lap so he could comfortably hold his hand better. He was finding that physical contact with both Hisoka and Kurapika was becoming therapeutic for him. He felt Hisoka shiver so he put on of his legs over Hisoka's and cuddled closer against him.

"I remember." Hisoka felt the warmth of his students slowly heat up his core and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes again, this time not from pain, but from comfort. He ran his hands up and down their spines, content with their different reactions. Gon pressed himself tighter against him, while Kurapika exhaled and trembled under his fingers.

"What about you?" Gon asked through a relieved smile. He was thankful for the affection his teacher was showing him in return.

"Hm?" The question made the steady rhythm of Hisoka's hands pause for a second, but then he continued to trail his fingers over their spines. What was he going to do when he got home? He had no family waiting for his return. No parents who were worried. No neighbors who might notice his absence. There was no need to celebrate the return of something that was not missed.

Hisoka knew, and not bitterly, that if and when he died the newspaper would read something along the lines of, "Millionaire, Hisoka Morou died tragically in a train wreck. The memorable college professor will be missed, but the question still remains of what will happen to all his fortune." And people would shake their heads as they ate dinner with their families and complain that riches were always wasted on the rich. Of course, should Hisoka die, everything he owned would go to Illumi. Which technically could be considered a waste since the long hair brunette wouldn't have a desire or need to do anything with it.

If they were lucky enough to get off this mountain, he took solace in the notion that police cars, friends, and family would be eagerly waiting for the boys' return. He was content in the fact that he'd be returning to his unnecessarily large house and probably dead-by-now fish. There was comfort in living alone. A stillness one can't get from being with others.

He gave a half smile and peered down at Gon. "Read." He finally answered. He loved reading. He made a habit to read something every night before he went to bed. This was the first time in years that he wouldn't have a book to lull him to sleep. He drew little circles on Gon and Kurapika's back.

Kurapika shuddered. The constant touching from Hisoka and Gon was an unusual feeling but it was welcomed. Gon adopted the habit of holding his hand whenever the three of them were huddled together. Kurapika leaned into Hisoka's touch, something he would never have considered before this. It was strange how sharing something tragic with someone could make you feel so... connected.

"Is that all? Reading?" The blonde asked. As peaceful as that sounded, there was surely something more he could do. He was alive, he could celebrate life by buying a bucket of cookies and sharing it with his family, or meeting with his friends and going out for a celebratory 'I'm Alive' drink. "That sounds like something I'd say." He smiled.

"Maybe we could do something together." Gon suggested. "When we get back in the city. We could all, uh..." He stopped mid-sentence, unsure what to say next. Something all three of them could do that didn't involve another train ride. "Go out for… ice cream?" The minute he said it, he already decided that that's exactly what they'd do. He loved ice cream. Disregarding how cold it was, Gon was craving some ice cream right now just because it was mentioned. "We should do that as soon as we go home. I would get a scoop of every flavor." Gon could almost feel the coldness of the sugary treat in his belly. He snuggled closer to Hisoka and tightened his hold on Kurapika's hand. Sooner or later he'd have to move from this warm heaven to add more wood to the fire... but he'd think about that later.

Hisoka sucked in his breath when Gon moved on top of his wounds. At the same time, the warmth of the brunette's body soothed his. "Ice cream sounds…" He didn't particularly care for ice cream. In fact, most of the time he hated it. It was too cold, too sweet, and it frustrated him that it wasn't a solid or liquid. It was just a difficult, messy, disgusting, sticky, impractical, snack with zero nutritional value.

But when Gon suggested they go out for ice cream, Hisoka suddenly wanted to eat ice cream more than anything else in the world.

"It sounds nice." He finished.

Gon wiggled around, very happy that Hisoka approved of his idea. "Yeah? I thought so too…" He looked down at he and Kurapika's intertwined fingers. He had faint memories of all the times he would treat himself to ice cream on his birthday. Usually some kind of overly sweet Oreo sundae covered in cookies, gummy worms, and caramel. "What about you Kurapika?"

"Hm?" the blonde wasn't listening. His eyes were on the snow that gently blew into their den as he ran his fingers through Gon's hair. Hisoka's hand on his back was warm and the fire in front of them heated his cheeks and nose. "What did you say?"

"I asked if you'd like to go out for ice cream." Gon shivered. Kurapika's fingers felt nice paired with Hisoka's touches. He felt his own face heat up, but not because of the fire. "W-when we get back."

Kurapika smiled and kissed the underclassmen on the forehead. "Sure, Gon."

Kurapika's mouth was warm and soft. Gon bit his bottom lip and trembled from the connection. With Hisoka's arm draped over him and Kurapika loving holding his hand and stroking his hair, he felt like he was in a blissful kind of high. He was becoming addicted. Addicted to the feeling of being cared for and addicted to the sensation of being touched.

"Gon?" Kurapika's gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. "You're shivering. Are you still cold?" The fire quickly warmed their small space and even without it, they were all huddled together under the blanket. Maybe Gon was sick?

"I'm okay…" Gon mumbled. Hisoka's hand continued to travel up and down the brunette's back and it made Gon shiver again. A heated tingling stretched from the middle of his spine and traveled in-between his legs. He imagined what it would feel like if Hisoka's hands were stroking another part of his body. If Kurapika tugged his hair harder and forced him into a loving kiss. He craved even more of their touches and he longed to explore their bodies as well. He felt himself becoming slightly aroused and he wanted to bury his head in shame. Instead, he groaned and laid his head down on Hisoka's chest. He must have been really warped to think of such things at a time like this.

Hisoka's movements were steady, never skipping a beat as he lovingly touched his students in a way that was affectionate and comforting. He didn't need to question why Gon was trembling or even why he was groaning. He could feel, yes literally feel, why his student was acting so strange. Gon had forgotten how tightly he was pressed against Hisoka. The redhead could definitely feel in every sense of the word, Gon's embarrassment.

It was kind of cute, and also very arousing. It may seem strange but it was nice to be presented with an emotion that wasn't pain or anguish. Even if it was his student's arousal. It gave Hisoka something else to think about other than the weather or his aching bones. "Gon." Hisoka shifted his leg a little, brushing against the front of the underclassman's pants. Even through their clothing, he could feel how desperate Gon was literally growing for some carnal attention.

When Hisoka's leg brushed against his crotch, Gon hissed and bit his teacher's shirt. "Hisoka…" He whined.

"Come here, Gon." The professor pulled the small brunette in-between his legs. He bit back a painful groan as he adjusted Gon so that his back was pressed against Hisoka's chest. The redhead shifted the underclassman until Gon was resting on him in a way that didn't hurt his ribs too much.

Gon blushed and curled into himself. He was feeling even more embarrassed now that he was in-between his teacher's legs.

"It's okay." Hisoka wrapped his arms around Gon and laid his head on his shoulder. "Don't be nervous." His hands traveled down Gon's chest and his fingers lightly drummed over his abs. Gon sighed, melting under such gentle touches. He stretched out his legs and the fire heated his toes. Hisoka's warm body blanketed over his and the wool cover that was thrown over their legs was trapping in all the warmth.

Kurapika's eyes shifted from Hisoka's face then to Gon's. The professor's chin was still resting on Gon's shoulder and his golden eyes were focused and soft while he soothingly rubbed the front of Gon's shirt. The light from the fire illuminated his red hair making him look more tranquil and calm than he'd ever been. Gon arched his back as Hisoka's hand moved from his stomach, down to the waistband of his pants. His eyelids fluttered shut and a soft breath left his lips. They both looked so peaceful for the first time since they crashed. It was if sharing affection was temporarily curing them of all their misery and anguish.

Kurapika watched as the redhead dipped his fingers in Gon's pants. He was at a loss for words. He felt strange, not because he was uncomfortable, but because he wasn't.

Hisoka tilted his head a little to look at Kurapika. The fire brightened his eyes and he wore a small half smile. The way Kurapika was looking at him in cautious curiosity was nice. It was the first time since they crashed that the blonde wasn't staring at him with a face twisted in concern.

Gon squirmed and whimpered again when Hisoka's index finger lightly twirled around the tip of his erection.

Kurapika blushed. His thoughts were foggy. He wanted to say something but he didn't know if he could piece together the words. It didn't matter anyway because he didn't even know what he would have said.

Hisoka reached over and took his hand. Kurapika's lips parted in silent surprise and his fluffy blonde hair covered his raised questioning eyebrows.

"Kurapika," Came the redhead's velvet voice. "It's okay."

Under normal circumstances, Kurapika would have ripped his hand away. But this wasn't under normal circumstances. This felt different and beautiful in a way that he couldn't properly describe. He had that feeling that one can only get when everything is exactly how it's supposed to be. He allowed Hisoka to pull him closer until his chest was pressed against the redhead's shoulder. Hisoka guided Kurapika's hand down to the front of Gon's pants.

"Touch here." Hisoka gently encouraged. Kurapika lightly rubbed against the underclassman's crotch and Gon softly whined, pushing his hips forward.

The sound of Gon's cries were surprisingly enticing and Kurapika found himself wanting to hear them again. He didn't care about anything else right now. He was lost, utterly and completely in this moment.

Kurapika gingerly ran his fingers up and down the outline of Gon's erection before he put his hand in his pants. He touched the skin of Gon's hard muscle and it twitched, aching for Kurapika to touch it again. Gon parted his lips and softly panted. Kurapika thought he looked so sweet. The blonde lovingly and softly pumped his hand up and down.

The pleasure was new and unfamiliar to the underclassman. It didn't feel like when he touched himself. It was more intense. More electrifying. Gon whimpered and writhed as he clutched Hisoka's pants and tilted his head towards the ceiling. Kurapika's hand felt so good over his dick as it moved rhythmically and slowly. With each deliberate stroke, powerful waves of pleasure shook his body. He felt completely under Kurapika's control and he loved every second of it. He trembled, embarrassed that his pre-cum was already starting to leak out. Hisoka was sucking and biting his neck sending another wave of pleasure down his spine. He cried out again, this time louder, completely submitting to the two older males.

And Kurapika felt this. He felt Gon giving himself to him and the idea of the underclassman obediently writhing under his touches made him feel extremely aroused. Kurapika's hardened member pressed painfully against the zipper of his pants. He softly groaned as he squeezed Gon's leaking muscle and pumped harder. As he continued to play with Gon, Kurapika fumbled with the zipper of his pants. His hands were trembling as he unzipped and his own evidence of arousal became exposed to the chilling air. The blonde shivered and leaned forward so he would have a firmer grip over his classmate. Before he could reach down and grab himself, his hand was being shooed away by a much larger one.

Hisoka took Kurapika's beautifully hardened appendage and gently rubbed his thumb over the tip. Kurapika hissed and pushed himself closer to the welcoming touches. He started to pump Gon faster and as he did that, Gon thrust himself into the blonde's hands. He whimpered and whined like a little pup, arching his back and reaching up to tug Hisoka's hair while Kurapika pleasured him. He looked so sexy. His shirt was lifted up, exposing his abs and his lips were puckered into a needy pout. "K-Kurapika…" He whined.

Kurapika moaned and felt himself shudder. Hisoka definitely knew what he was doing as he tugged at the blonde's twitching dick in hard firm strokes. How often did he do this kind of thing?

When Gon said his name, Kurapika groaned again right before he leaned over to bite Gon on his shoulder. He loved hearing his name being cried out like that. He bit much harder than he intended and the feeling was so exhilarating to Gon that the bite alone almost sent him over the edge. Gon yelled out. The pain mixed with pleasure made his eyes roll back and his thoughts become clouded. His soft pink tongue brushed over his trembling lips as he whined and cried in ecstasy.

Hisoka leaned down to suck on Kurapika's throat. His hand was still working over the blonde's hot throbbing member while his warm tongue flicked over the blonde's exposed Adam's apple. He could feel how aroused Kurapika was from giving attention to Gon while also receiving it from Hisoka. His pre-cum was dripping down the sides of his dick, lightly coating the throbbing muscle. It was beautiful and slick, becoming a lubricant for Hisoka's thrusting hand.

Kurapika moaned again and bit down harder on Gon's shoulder accidently drawing blood this time. He humped Hisoka's hand feeling something hot pool in the pit of his stomach. If his eyes were open, he was sure he'd see stars. He moved his hand faster over Gon and the little brunette opened his mouth in a silent scream.

Gon's vision blurred as his body was taken over by massive waves of shocking elation. He arched his back again and screamed Kurapika's name as his orgasm overtook him. His cum spurted out and covered the blonde's hand, but still he pumped his hips forward to ride out the rest of his orgasm.

Gon's cum was warm and it felt so wet and slick in-between Kurapika's fingers. As Gon came into his hand, writhing defenselessly under him, Kurapika couldn't help but near his edge as well.

Hisoka sucked on Kurapika neck, leaving a beautiful bruise and pumped his hand faster. Everything the professor was doing to him felt so captivating. He'd never felt so cherished before. He could feel in every sense of the word that Hisoka wanted nothing more than to bring him satisfaction. Kurapika laid his head on Gon's shoulder as he panted and moaned, helplessly squirming under the blissful touches. "Hisoka…" His begging voice was strained but Hisoka knew what he wanted. The redhead started moving his hand faster as he sucked and licked the bruise he left on the blonde's neck.

"Ahh, Hisoka~!" Kurapika grabbed Hisoka by his bright red hair and forced his professor to kiss him. It was hard and hungry, filled with animalistic desire. His other hand was still holding Gon's softening member and covered in cum.

Their tongues wrestled for dominance and ultimately, Hisoka won, claiming his victory by biting Kurapika's bottom lip and taking over the kiss again. Kurapika groaned into his mouth and rolled his eyes back as his orgasm shook him. Waves of cum shot out his dick and he moaned even louder through the kiss. For a second he believed that he couldn't breathe and he gasped for air as one more thick stream of cum shot out the top of his member. He shuddered, feeling extremely warm as he finished the rest of his orgasm. He'd never experienced anything this intense before. He collapsed on Hisoka's chest with his head resting on Gon's slightly bruised shoulder.

Gon curled up closer to his two companions in exhaustion. He threw his legs over Hisoka and Kurapika's, too tired to button his pants back up.

The sound of the fire was the only noise in their little den for a while. The peaceful crackling almost lulled them to an early sleep until Gon finally broke the silence and spoke.

"Hisoka…"

The redhead didn't move. "Yes, Gon?"

"Um… you didn't… I mean you never got to…" Gon was blushing, which made no sense to do after what they had all just done together. "…you know."

"Ahhh~ I see." Hisoka rubbed Gon's back. "It's okay, Gon. I'm okay."

Kurapika nibbled on his lower lip, suddenly feeling a bit guilty. Gon was right. Hisoka was the only one who didn't get to experience any sort of release. It was unfair. The stubborn fool was already sacrificing enough. Did he have to sacrifice that too? "We could-"

"It's okay." Hisoka gently interrupted. And he meant it. It's not like he wasn't turned on, the raging erection pressed against Gon's back was proof of that. He was content with just them reaching their climax. That was enough for him… for now. "You can worry about that next time."

Gon blushed. "Next time." There would be a next time. His heart was already beating excitedly in his chest.

Kurapika studied Hisoka's face to make sure the redhead wasn't lying about being able to wait before he laid his head back down. Hisoka was always hard to read. The redhead seemed to be a master at keeping what he was thinking hidden. "You're so…"

"Eccentric." Hisoka finished.

The answer made Kurapika roll his eyes. "Yeah, we can go with that." He felt something warm on his hand and looked down to see that Gon had intertwined their fingers again. He was a little relieved that Gon had left his 'dirty' hand alone. Kurapika had the sudden urge to get up and clean himself. Even under these circumstances, cleanliness was very impotent to him.

The little brunette closed his eyes and smiled as he held onto Kurapika and snuggled Hisoka.

Kurapika thought it was kind of sweet the way he latched onto them. Gon was so endearing and lovable. "Gon?"

Gon opened one eye to peek at Kurapika then he closed it again. "Yes?"

"Why do you do this?" He squeezed Gon's hand. "You did it last night too."

"Holding your hand?" Gon squeezed back still wearing his blissful smile. "I don't know." He paused for a second. "I just like it.

Kurapika glanced down at their interlocked their fingers. "I kind of like it too." The blonde softly admitted.

"I know you do." Otherwise, why would he hold on as tightly as he does?

"Oh?" Kurapika rolled his eyes. "Look who's more arrogant now that he's had an orgasm."

The orange light from the fire illuminated their faces and a light snowy breeze danced at the entrance of the den. Gon shivered and pulled the covers over his shoulders. He'd never had an orgasm before. Not until tonight that is. They were exhausting. How could people do this multiple times a day? He was just about to drift off to sleep when...

"We should eat." Kurapika piped up.

"I agree." Hisoka said next.

"Have we eaten at all since we crashed?" Came the blonde's voice again.

Hisoka deeply hummed in thought before answering. "No."

"Get up, Gon." Kurapika was already getting up himself to add more wood to the fire. "Come on. Up. Up."

Gon groaned and clung onto Hisoka. He buried his face under the blanket hoping that Kurapika would take the hint and let him nap.

"Gon…" Kurapika's voice was warning.

"I don't want to move…" He mumbled through the redhead's shirt. But even as he was complaining he felt another smile sneak up on him. He hated how much he was growing to love Kurapika's nagging.

"Hurry up, Gon."

Author's Note: Triad relationships are so~ lovely. They make my heart happy. I understand that not everyone has heard of/understands much about triad relationships. Feel free to ask questions if anything I'm writing confuses you! I am happy to put any wondering thoughts at ease.

Anyway~

More sexy fun in the next chapter! Also some sadness from Kurapika's past. Because you know… broken hearts are my thing.

Until next time!