Seventh Trick

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Saturday afternoon, ten minutes to four. Hisoka arrived to the park a little early, just in case. To his surprise, as he approached the fountain in the middle he found Gon was already there. The boy was wrapped in a soft, thin jacket for the breezy spring weather, sitting on a bench and scowling with utmost concentration at a DS. He looked like the perfect embodiment of youthful innocence. In that moment, Hisoka wanted nothing more than to have him, hard as he could, right on that bench.

After the initial second of surprise (and creepy lust), he took a detour and approached the bench from behind. He crept up on Gon, held back a groan of unreigned desire, and slipped his hands onto the boy's eyes. "Guess who~?"

"Hisoka! I can't beat the Elite Four blind, you know!" There wasn't an ounce of fear in that tone - Gon had been surprised alright, but not scared. Hisoka wondered if he could ever accomplish that.

"Hmm~?" Hisoka rounded the bench and took a seat beside Gon. He peeked at the screen of the DS, but the boy was already shutting it down, putting it away. "Which version were you playing?"

"HeartGold." Gon looked at him, hands stuffed into the pockets of his cute green jacket. That colour was awfully fetching on him… "You know the Pokemon games, Hisoka?"

"Who doesn't~? I've played the original Gold and Silver series."

"Did you? And the original Red and-"

"-and Green too, yes. I've completed them several times~"

Gon scooted closer, wildfire amber eyes wide and curious. "That's pretty cool! Don't you think they should have kept the feature to bring one Pokemon along out of its ball? I think that's why HeartGold's my favourite, it's just special."

Hisoka was aware on a subconscious level that he was being swept away by Gon's pace. He forced himself to look away from the boy's shining face and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really care either way."

"Why not? Isn't it more fun to see a little sprite of your favourite tagging along behind you?"

'I think you're focusing on the wrong thing concerning the game, but that's alright…' Hisoka just chuckled to himself. "Never mind that now~… you wanted to see me~, I'm here~."

"Thanks for coming!" Gon said, meaning it with all his heart. Hisoka didn't want to let that adorable politeness get to him, but… well, it did anyways.

"Anytime~" He purred, narrowing his eyes a little. "I gather you were excited to see me~? Just how early did you get here, hmm~?"

Gon averted his eyes. "...early-ish?" He tried.

"Half an hour?" Hisoka pried, leaning closer. "An hour? Ah, don't tell me…? An hour and a half?" He could see a little blush dusting the boy's cheeks. His stomach churned with actual, physical hunger at the sight. Goodness, he wanted him… "Ahh, you~... really now~... you'll get me all excited~ if you're that cute, Gon~..."

"Oh, shut up!" Gon huffed, kicking his feet. "I wanted to come on time, but I kept wanting to come earlier… and I had nothing else to do and it doesn't matter where I play my DS, does it?" He looked at Hisoka, frowned. "...why are you looking at me like that now?"

"Hmm~? Like what, Gon~?" Hisoka whispered, needing every ounce of his willpower not to knock the boy onto the bench right there.

Gon was silent for a moment. Hisoka was almost sure he'd be told to stop leering, stop being a creeper pedo, but… "...do you look at every kid that way?"

Hisoka was baffled by the question. No young teen he had ever pursued had asked anything along those lines. He felt the few inches of distance between them sear him. He needed to swallow around a feverish moan before he could speak. "...no~" He murmured. His eyes dropped to Gon's lips for a teasing glance. When he looked him in the eyes again, Gon was frowning deeper. "Only those that strike my fancy~"

"You know it's bad, right?" Gon asked. His voice was firm, his certainty of the truth of his words set in stone.

"People always say so~..." Hisoka smiled, lips stretching wide across white teeth. "I couldn't believe them even if I tried~"

Gon blinked, his frown suddenly gone. "Oh! So you can't really help it, can you?"

Hisoka blinked too. "...can't help what?"

"Liking young boys!"

'Can you be any louder…? I don't think child welfare has heard...' Hisoka straightened, expression turning neutral again. "You're suddenly being very lenient with someone you've told you won't meet in private…"

"Nu-uh." Gon shook his head. "It's just… I think I'm starting to get this. You can tell a lion a thousand times that it's bad to eat people, he won't listen to you!"

Hisoka was frozen for a moment as the analogy sank in. Then a chuckle bubbled from him and he couldn't hide the gleam of admiration from his eyes. "You think I'm a lion~, Gon~?"

Gon grinned. He looked so lovely, Hisoka wanted to take an actual bite of him. "With your hair done up in that crazy way, you could pass as one~!"

"Hmmm~..." Hisoka reached up and touched his own red tresses, now shiny, silky, free of gel. His hair was fabulous, wasn't it~? "Doesn't it look good though?"

"It's weird, but it fits with all the rest of your weirdness, so I guess it's perfect." Gon answered, as truthful as ever.

"Has anyone told you that much honesty can get you in trouble~?" Hisoka narrowed his eyes, poking the boy's small nose.

"Killua said so before!" Gon shrugged with a snicker, scratching at the back of his head. "But it's not like I can help it!"

"Killua, hmm?" Hisoka murmured to himself. He noted how Gon paused, how his eyes grew stern all of a sudden.

"Does Killua strike your fancy too?"

Hisoka looked at him, took in the warning in his tone, how his face set in a scowl, how dangerous he looked despite his young age. He sneered, lips splitting wide. "...I'd be lying if I said no, Gon." He slipped a hand onto the backrest of the bench and leaned in close, touching his lips to the boy's ear softly. His voice dropped to a sultry, lilting whisper. "Now don't you look at me like that~ any longer, Gon.. or I'll think you're jealous~ of me, little~ hunter~…"

"...I'm not jealous." Gon said. His own voice had dropped in volume too. "But Killua already has someone and he's happy with them."

"I'd imagine~..." Hisoka chuckled, drawing back slowly. He caught Gon's gaze as he was moving back and his muscles tensed with the sudden need to lunge forward and kiss him. "That person surely has all~ the qualities to make a boy happy~..."

Sarcasm was dripping from his tone with that last sentence, and yet Gon never understood it. His face once more blossomed curiosity, his amber eyes aglow. "Eh? Does he? Do you know who Killua is seeing, Hisoka? Tell me!"

Hisoka turned his head away. "Not telling~" He hummed.

"Whattt! Why not?!" Gon puffed up his cheeks, getting off of the bench to round it, trying to look Hisoka in the eyes. "Oiii, tell! Why are you allowed to know and not me, that's not fair!"

'You're talking to the wrong person about fairness, Gon...' Hisoka shifted and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He shivered. That boy looked dangerously appetizing with everything he did~... "Hmm, I could tell~..." He turned his head back towards Gon and abruptly tilted his body forward. Their noses touched, their breath mingled and the air around them stilled cold. "...for a price~..."

Gon uttered a half-gasp, taking a small step back from him. He stood there, still within grasping distance and he looked shaken, but… 'Aahhhh~ is that truly excitement in your eyes~? Are you that curious about fire, that you enjoy playing with it~?' Hisoka smiled, his tongue brushing over his upper lip slowly.

When the silence between them dragged on too long, he hummed. "...are you considering it~? Hmm~?"

"...no." Gon answered. Hisoka didn't miss the split second of hesitation there. "I was thinking that I'd like to learn who the person is from Killua himself when he thinks he can tell me."

"Very wise of you~"

Gon stalled for two long minutes, not answering him, just staring with those clever eyes. Hisoka could feel his skin prickle under his own jacket, the small hairs on his arms rising with delighted goosebumps. There was such scrutiny in those eyes, so much wild-animal instinct that he expected to see slitting pupils and a tail any second.

He finally emerged with the words, "...you really wanted to… just now." He moved and reclaimed his original seat on Hisoka's right.

Hisoka shifted towards him. "If you're that sure about it, why aren't you running away yet, mm~?"

"I thought of it." Gon admitted with a small, unhappy scowl. "When I stepped back, I thought of running away, but… you never went on. You sat there, not doing anything, looking awfully pleased with yourself." His teeth ground together, cheeks growing pink with shame. "You never intended to do anything! You wanted to, but you never would have! We're in public after all... but I was scared anyways!" He turned fully towards Hisoka and made a small noise, like the growl of a panther cub, in the back of his throat. "...you're just playing with me!"

"Well, Gon…" Hisoka smiled, reaching out to caress his soft jaw line with his knuckles. "Would you rather I took this more seriously~?" He whispered, leaning down. Their noses touched again. This time, Gon held his ground. Hisoka's mouth felt like a piece of hot coal with the need. 'Ah, yes~ now~...'

"Of course." Gon said. Then, amazingly, "You said it's a date, so act like it!"

"Hn?" Hisoka blinked, leaning back again. 'What?'

"Let's get hot dogs from the stand!" Gon pointed.

Hisoka looked at the stand, then at the boy again. '...well, I am hungry too...' He stood and slipped his hands into his pocket. "Okay~" He hummed, smiling to himself. "And then, if you have time until curfew~, we can walk to the cinema next corner and catch a movie~"

"Ohhh! Yes, let's!" Gon bounced to his feet too, following him towards the hot dog stand. "And meanwhile! Tell me all about your best team on Pokemon!"

Hisoka bit in his lip against a chuckle. "...it was in Gold, the second time I've played it through…"