Re-edit: Chapters 20 -26 were chapters 20 - 23 now cut in half to make them easier to read.

A/N:

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This chapter is for those who have been asking to see more IlluKillu interaction. We shall see how Illumi and Killua do domestic lol. Killua just can't be domesticated. And of course Hisoka can't resist teasing Gon and just has to warn him that he may one day get an unrated version of sex. Can Gon escape it, or will he really one day face its brutal force?

Warning: Rated only for Hisoka's filthy language and partial nudity

Disclaimer: I in no way claim intellectual rights for someone else's hard work. All rights go to Yoshihiro Togashi for the original story.

Chapter Summary: It is the morning of the day when Gon and Killua finally get to see each other again. But before they meet up, a lot of stuff is happening in their respective homes!

Chapter Dictionary:

Ohayō otōto: Good morning little brother

Hai: Yes. Can be used for answering the phone.

Shitsurei shimasu: This has several uses especially in social situations where one's actions may be perceived as rude. Can also be used when ending a business call. One can say that it is the equivalent of "excuse me".

[[...]] phone call

References:

Episode 143 Hunter x Hunter 2011 anime when Illumi went after Killua with the Needlemen

Chapter Twenty Four: Breakfast with Aniki

NB: Day 12

Urgh.

The strong light filtering through the white casement windows were doing a very good job of waking him up.

Groaning and rubbing at his eyes, Killua moodily turned on his side, arching his body in a long stretch.

That feels great.

He directed sluggish blue eyes to one of the two windows on either side of his bed, expecting to see it still opened. Ah, I forgot to close my windows last nigh—

Killua's eyes widened and he sat up so quickly that he got a headache.

"What? I could have sworn that I'd left them open…" he whispered, looking from one window to the next and rubbing his head.

The houndstooth-patterned café curtains were drawn to allow the light to flow in but the windows were definitely closed. "Did Illumi close them?" He looked around the room quickly, as if looking for evidence that his older brother had been there.

Of course there was none.

Sneaky bastard.

A frown marred his features and he angrily pushed away the sheets, moving towards the bathroom.

Illumi needs to stop being so nice to me. It's…confusing.

He brushed away his thoughts about Illumi. "Whatever. I have no time to think about that manipulative jerk." Quickly brushing his teeth and taking his morning shower, he walked back to his bedroom to carefully choose his outfit for the day.

Yes, Gon and I have a big day today, he thought with a smile, deciding on a red sleeveless top and pair of black training pants.

His mind wandered to the last time he'd spoken to his friend. "Gon really was acting weird on the phone yesterday," he mumbled, pulling on his clothing of choice. "I'll have to ask him about that when we mee—"

Huh? What's that? He sniffed the air, confusion apparent on his face. The overpowering scent of bacon and eggs assaulted his nostrils.

It's not the neighbors'...

Don't tell me…

Killua hurriedly grabbed his black zip up hoodie and bolted out the door, eager to confirm whether Illumi really was making breakfast.

First it was lunch yesterday, now this?

Is this going to be a regular thing now?

He halted in the doorway to their neat little peach-walled kitchen, panting and gripping the oak door jamb harder than was necessary as he took in the unusual sight before him.

"Ah…"

So it is true.

Sure enough there Illumi stood, in front of the stove, his back to him. His long black hair, gleaming like polished leather, was smoothed back and pulled up into a tight ponytail that hung past lengthy yellow strings tied into a double bow at his waist.

What? Is that what I think it is? Killua wondered, examining the strings.

He could not believe his eyes. From what he could see, his aniki was most likely wearing an apron.

Illumi turned around to see Killua looking at him with nothing less than a thoroughly aghast expression and he held up his spatula. "Ohayō otōto."

"…" Killua did not return his greeting but chose to continue regarding him with suspicion, while taking care to keep a reasonable distance. Now that Illumi was facing him he took a moment to observe what he was wearing. Sure enough over pewter grey fitted jeans and a black long-sleeved cowl neck sweater not only was Illumi wearing a lemon-colored apron, but a vintage one edged with ruffles and across the front were emblazoned the words: World's Best Big Brother.

Killua felt sick. This couldn't get any worse. Is he for real? Where the hell did he get that and what is he up to now?

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Illumi's lips twisted into the faintest of smiles. "Let's have breakfast."

"I'm not hu—"

[[Stomach growls]]

"What was that Killu?"

"I…"

"Why don't you eat something?"

Killua shook his head – a gesture that was more to convince himself that to respond to Illumi. "I have to go meet Gon; I don't have time to play house with you," he sneered.

"You should eat. You're going to the Gym right?"

"How do you know that? Have you been spying on me again?!" Killua demanded, his tone ripe with indignation.

Illumi continued to take in his heated expression and angry, guarded pose with nothing short of boredom. Finally he responded, "Your gym bag…is in the living room…"

Killua deflated. "Oh."

"Plus you're wearing gym clothes." Illumi appeared as if he could almost laugh now. Almost.

"…" Killua's cheeks burned in embarrassment.

Looking away for a moment to retrieve the cup of coffee that he'd been drinking, Illumi turned back around to face him. He leaned casually against the rustic cabinets spanning the length of their kitchen and smirked at his brother.

"Your face is red."

"…"

"Don't you think it's time to stop avoiding me?"

"No."

Illumi crossed his ankles, supporting most of his weight against the Quartz countertop now. "Hmmm, had I known you'd be so uptight about that, I probably would not have kissed you."

"Uptight?! You freaking kissed me! Don't you get that?! On my lips! Why wouldn't I be?!" Killua threw his arms up in the air, gesturing wildly. "Whose brother does something like that?!"

Illumi ignored his questions. "Wait…Killua, was that your first kiss?"

"…"

"Ah, so it was…"

"Shut up."

"Now I'm definitely not sorry for what I did, even if you're mad at me."

"What?"

"Why would I be when I got such an honor?"

Killua gritted his teeth. "You don't deserve that honor," he grumbled. His voice lowered as he mumbled angrily to himself. "Damn jerk always trying to ruin my life and messing with…"

Illumi put down his cup. "Come, help me carry those."

Killua directed his angry gaze to the plates Illumi was pointing at. "Why?"

"Because we're going to have breakfast; I told you that already."

"I don't want to have breakfast with you."

"It's not a suggestion."

Killua took the plate Illumi was holding out, helping to carry some of the dishes to the dining room. When he was done, he irritably sat at the far end of the table (the furthest point away from Illumi), still fuming and occasionally grumbling to himself.

Eventually, he relaxed, convinced that he'd conceded only because it was too early in the morning and he was too hungry to argue with Illumi right now. I'll just ignore him.

They ate in silence for a while. Well actually Illumi ate while Killua just stared at his plate. Illumi had packed it with food and he was not sure if he wanted to eat what his brother had made.

But it looks so good.

On the outside Killua pretended not to be interested in the contents of his plate but on the inside he couldn't help but wonder if it tasted as good as it looked.

Ah.

He tried not to lick his lips.

Nicely done slices of toast served with bacon and an egg salad consisting of over easy eggs on top of a bed of arugula pleaded with him to be eaten. There was even an item on his plate that Killua had not seen before.

He poked at the mysterious muffin-shaped thing with his fork. It appeared to be scrambled eggs inside of a hash brown crust and before he was aware of what he was doing, he'd already put some of it in his mouth.

Wow this is great, he thought, delighting over the interesting new item, moving to sample some of the bacon, eggs and toast.

Yes, the food was good – all he had to do was continue to pretend as if the person at the other end of the dining table did not exist.

Easy enough.

It was not the ideal situation that Killua wanted to be in but it was okay.

Illumi observed him quietly. At least Killu's eating, he thought, hiding a smile behind his coffee cup. Eventually he put down the cup and straightened his features into their usual passive mask. "So…"

Killua's fork twirled the lone piece of bacon left on his plate. Can't I ever have peace?

"You—"

A faint beeping pierced the silence between them, interrupting what Illumi was about to say.

"Hmm?" He looked down at the caller ID and then back up at Killua who was watching him curiously. "Hai Wakahisa-san it's me."

[[How are things on your end?]]

"Fine, fine. Are you ready to finalize our transaction?"

[[Yes I am...the time is drawing near]]

"Well you know the account number. I emailed it to you."

[[There seems to be a...problem with your account]]

"It's not working? Hmm that's strange, well I can organize to have the issue cleared up today."

[[Will that process be lengthy?]]

"No, it will not take long. I will get back to you as soon as the account is up again."

[[I have no qualms about meeting you in person to settle this you know...]]

"No. I do not normally meet with clients in person. It's not necessary."

[[I guess we'll have to meet another time then]]

"Alright then. Shitsurei shimasu..."

As he hung up his phone, he glanced up at Killua, whose indifferent expression had changed to one of mild annoyance. "Why would anyone want to meet an assassin?"

Illumi shrugged. "The transfer of funds to our account isn't working so he wanted to meet me in person to finalize everything."

"So he can't just wait for the bank to sort it out?"

"He must be in a hurry to get things closed off…or using that as an excuse just to get us out in the open. I don't know exactly for what reason, but it could be because of who we are." Illumi's tiny smile widened just a fraction. "A lot of people do often attempt to meet the Zoldycks…and although many of those who've met us don't really live to talk about it, there will always be more who'll keep trying." He laughed darkly.

Killua ignored his morbid humor, getting straight to the point. "I don't like that man," he said flatly.

"Why?" Illumi asked, interested. Killua's senses about people were usually very accurate.

"Something just doesn't feel right about him, it's as if he's being secretive and sly."

"Well a lot of our clients fit that description." Illumi smirked but Killua was still serious. "Don't be so edgy, this job is paying three times more than what we normally get for one as simple as this."

"Yeah, and that's what I'm especially suspicious about." Killua interlaced his fingers and rested chin atop them, deep in thought. "And the client still hasn't given his full name yet, hasn't he?"

"No. But it isn't necessary. We have the details of what we need to do. All that's needed now is the final confirmation to get on the job."

"…"

"Anyway, I'll be out today. Not sure how long it will take."

"To investigate the problem with our account, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you need me there?"

"No."

"I can go to the gym later or tomorrow…"

"No, don't bother about that, I can handle this myself."

"Ok then."

"Besides, you need to spend time with your friend, right?"

Killua froze, looking up at him. What is he planning?

"Are you okay?"

Killua looked away when those eyes met his. "Why ask?"

You were looking at me as if you'd seen a ghost.

"It's just that…"

How am I supposed to tell him that he's different and I'm not buying his crap?

"Yes?"

"Nothing."

Illumi did not press him for a response and Killua tried to go back to his breakfast but he could not calm the burning questions in his mind.

Sensing his disquiet, Illumi sat there for a while, looking at him while Killua preoccupied himself with finishing his breakfast. "Are you sure nothing's the matter Kil?"

Killua met his curious eyes with ones narrowed in suspicion. "What are you up to this time?"

"Nothing." Illumi replied, going back to his food. Feeling the weight of Killua's stare, he paused. "You know, it would be nice if I could eat without your blue eyes of death boring into my skull." Smirking, he looked up at him. "I don't mind you looking at me though, but you should finish up your breakfast before it gets cold."

"I really can't eat now," Killua said truthfully. "There's something I want to ask you."

Illumi put down his fork, ready to engage him. "Mmm? And what's that?"

Now that he had his attention, Killua decided to push forward. There was one question burning in his thoughts and Killua knew that he won't be able to rest until he had an answer that satisfied him.

"You've been acting really weird."

"Oh is that so? And what's made you come to that conclusion?"

"I don't know what you're up t—"

"I've already said that I'm not up to anything." Illumi interrupted. "But now that you've mentioned it, you've got me curious. Why would you keep thinking that I'm plotting something nefarious against you?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to; it's in your eyes." Illumi examined his expression. "Have you forgotten that I'm your nii-san? I know how you work Kil – you have been making me a study all this time... From the moment we arrived in York Shin I've seen how you've been looking at me, following my every movement with your eyes and I bet you're wondering why I'm not matching up to your expectations." He smirked, adding, "Sorry to disappoint you."

So Illumi's been aware that I've been watching him closely. No surprise. Maybe that's why he's being so nice, because he knows that I'm on to him.

Killua met his eyes boldly. I'll just come right out and say it then. "Why haven't you attempted to subjugate me yet? I've managed to remove your needle – and you're aware of that – but you're not trying to replace it. There have even been plenty of opportunities to do so in the time that we've been here, but still…nothing."

Illumi gave him a strange look. "Do you want to be subjugated?" He reached one hand into his sweater via its wide neck to pull out a needle. "Because if that's what you desire I can—"

"Of course not!" Killua shouted, watching the light play along the length of the slim needle Illumi was inspecting with mild interest.

It looks unusually sharp…

"You don't? Oh, I see...then why ask?"

It was hard to tell from Illumi's tone whether he was disappointed or not but then Killua noticed something.

His aniki was smirking.

He had no intention of using that thing on me, he thought as his eyes swept over Illumi's expression. Was that Illumi's idea of a joke? Killua frowned, watching as his brother put away the needle.

How is he keeping that in there anyway? It must be uncomfortable to just have those things inside—

Illumi looked up at him. "Kil?"

Killua cleared his throat. "Well it's just not like you to be acting like this."

Illumi tilted his head to one side. "Didn't we talk at length about this and all your concerns before you agreed to accompany me?"

Killua's astute gaze met Illumi's blank stare. Yes, but i thought that by now you'd have dropped your act.

"Yes, you promised that you weren't ever going to attempt to harm Alluka and Gon again, but it doesn't add up. Wasn't it just last year that you came after me and Alluka with needlemen trying to gain control of her power?"

"Yeah."

"People don't have a change of heart so quickly. What's different now?"

"I'm no longer interested."

"Why?! That's what I want to know!" Killua shouted impatiently.

Illumi held his gaze , but Killua did not look away from him. Nodding in approval of his determination, Illumi decided to give him the answer he was seeking. If it was that important to him, he'd let him know. "It's simple, really. Why do you think I wanted to control you or Alluka in the first place?"

"How the heck would I know what goes through that crazy head of yours?" Killua replied heatedly.

Unaffected by Killua's words Illumi continued, "As a manipulator I love controlling things…people especially. And the thought of controlling a prodigy such as you who was capable of commanding an unsurpassed power such as Alluka's was something too irresistible to pass up. I desired to harness that power and use it for our family. But when you returned to us after your trip, with Alluka in tow, I realized that something was different."

Illumi paused to take a sip of his coffee and Killua waited impatiently for him to continue. "Then you had that meeting with dad, saying that you were ready to rejoin the family and I lost the desire to subjugate you in that way. I mean, what is the point of controlling you or indirectly controlling Alluka if we're all working together? If we're all on the same side?" He regarded Killua's disbelieving look momentarily. "Oh come on Kil, I have done a lot of things to you in the past - I'll admit that much - but I still have standards. You thinking that I want to control you or Alluka now is like comparing me to a vulture which mainly goes after carrion. There's no thrill in it if my victims are on the same side with me. I won't fight a battle I've already won. It's a waste of energy."

Killua eyed him warily. "You've been spending too much time around him. You're starting to sound alike."

"Who?"

"..." Killua refused to utter that name.

"Oh!" On making the connection Illumi found it so funny that he couldn't withhold his laughter and Killua was caught unawares.

A genuine laugh from Illumi was always so rare that whenever he heard it he'd always be surprised. And unlike in the past, instead of being annoyed, Killua found himself actually liking the sound. He looked up at Illumi again just as the other started to speak.

"That's true; Hisoka really would say stuff like that wouldn't he?" He put a finger to his chin in thought. "Maybe next I'll be saying things like 'I shall wait for the fruit to ripen'.'"

"Hopefully not!" Killua said, trying to keep his face blank. He bit his bottom lip to suppress the laughter that was threatening to come forth and went back to eating his salad. Just seeing his aniki repeat Hisoka's usual lines with that same lifeless, indifferent expression he always wore was too funny.

"Ok Kil, then how about this?" Illumi suggested.

Curious, Killua looked up, eyes widening when he saw what Illumi was doing. He was holding an index finger to the outer corner of each eye and pulling outwards in order to make them as slanted as how Hisoka's would get when the man had located prey.

"Oh~" Illumi said, mocking Hisoka's lilting tone. "I can see how much you've matured. It was totally worth the wait~"

"Oh hell no!" Killua exclaimed, unable to prevent himself from laughing.

"Hmm?" On hearing the first snicker, followed by poorly concealed laughter leave his otōto, Illumi smiled, a barely perceptible movement in his normally flat expression and they both felt that gloomy mood considerably lighten up between them.

He picked up his fork as if intending to continue eating, but then turned to Killua who was still smiling. "Now you've seen it for yourself. Why would I want to make you a mindless doll when I can have you like this?" Illumi lifted his hand in a smooth, graceful gesture. "And I think I like you more this way, rather than under my control."

Killua looked from the hand pointed at him to the man that no longer looked as evil or unpredictable as his mind had chosen to see him. When their eyes met, he took a deep breath, feeling an inexplicable force grip them. The tension in their little space shifted out of the comfortable range to increase exponentially but in a way that was different than usual.

This time Killua did not feel the incredible urge to be far away from his aniki. It was actually the opposite and that bothered him beyond words. He turned away. Did Illumi see how affected he was? Most likely…as an assassin, having strong perceptive skills was a key factor to success in their profession.

I can't take this anymore...What is wrong with me?

Killua gripped the edges of his mostly empty plate.

It's time to get away from here.

"I'm going," he said as he slowly got up, pushing the chair away from him.

"So soon?" Illumi asked, sounding a bit disappointed. "I was enjoying your company."

I was enjoying yours too…

Oh shit, what am I thinking?!

Killua tried to make his tone sound as apathetic as possible. "I need to hurry and meet Gon. I don't want to be late."

Illumi stood up as he passed him on the way to the kitchen. "Don't worry about these," he said smoothly, his hand moving to take the wares Killua was firmly holding on to. "I'll wash them up."

Huh? Killua's heart rate quickened and he quickly shoved the hand that had brushed Illumi's into his pocket to stop the tingling sensation.

Killua remained frozen in the doorway as he watched Illumi pack all of their wares into the sink. That detestable apron was back and in addition to that, his nii-san donned a pair of bright yellow elbow-length rubber gloves, immediately starting on his task.

"I don't have to leave until a few hours from now so it's no hassle for me to do this," Illumi said, pausing when he realized that Killua was still watching him from the doorway. "Hmm? Are you okay, Kil?"

Killua turned away from him to retrieve his gym bag. "Y-yeah..."

Wait.

When in heaven's name did I start stuttering?

And most importantly, when did I start standing in doorways watching Illu-nii wash some stupid plates?

His cheeks burned as he remembered Illumi's hand brushing his as he'd taken those same plates. Oh. That's why… he thought, slowly checking though the contents of his bag.

It's strange; Illu-nii's hands are really soft for a m—

…

Killua paused mid-thought, slapping his forehead. What...?

"Really?! What the hell?!" he bellowed, disgusted at the path his thoughts had taken.

Illumi appeared in the doorway, gloves off and drying his hands with one of the patterned kitchen towels. "Kil? What's the matter?" he asked, looking concerned.

I've lost my bloody mind, that's what! Killua thought, angrily zipping the bag shut and standing up. "I'm going."

"Wait, I'll see you out."

"No, there's no need to—" But it was too late, Illumi was already at the door, holding it open for him and looking quite pleased to be doing so.

Suspicious... Killua thought, frowning as he started to walk toward the opening. He tried not to look in Illumi's general direction as he passed him.

"Have a good day today, okay?" Illumi said cheerily. "I'll see you when I get back tonight and if you like maybe we can go over the details of our job again."

Killua didn't even bother looking back, or responding. Instead, he lifted one hand to both acknowledge that he'd heard him and to wave goodbye.

Illumi watched him hurry down the front steps and disappear quickly through the gate. He smiled. Killua had actually bothered to wave goodbye this time.

Progress definitely was being made.

XXX

NB: Some time later, In another part of York Shin~

He stood in the doorway with only a cup of coffee to warm his hands. Gingerly sipping it, he observed Hisoka as the man lay on his side facing toward the sliding doors. Licking his lips to savor every bit of the deliciously decadent drink, Gon pondered for a moment. How strange, I'm actually enjoying this...

Gon did not drink coffee, never did and didn't really care for the stuff but like everything else, in the past two weeks since he'd been together with Hisoka, he was undergoing a slow, steady change.

Coffee was Hisoka's thing and not his but Gon had found that sipping it reminded him of the way Hisoka kissed him on chilly mornings and how those caffeinated kisses always made his nerves buzz. Eventually, before he'd even realized it, he was curiously sipping from Hisoka's coffee cup and now, this morning he had gone out to have breakfast only to find that Hisoka had left him a warm cup of the beverage next to a large breakfast box.

At first Gon had balked at the size of the take away paper cup, thinking that he wouldn't have enjoyed having to drink an entire cup of the stuff – especially if it was the plain black coffee that Hisoka mostly drank. After curiously sipping at it though, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was different – a mixed type of coffee.

It's amazing the vast difference a few extra ingredients can make, Gon thought as he smiled down at the cup and the smiley face Hisoka had drawn on its side. He giggled at the fact that the cartoon had a star and teardrop adorning its cheeks but stopped himself, not wanting to wake the man and alert him to his quiet observation.

Slowly he sipped his coffee again, enjoying its buttery-rich flavor. Crème brûlée huh? Tastes pretty nice.

Glancing back up at Hisoka's slumbering form, Gon took in the way the sheets tried to shimmy off his slim waist as he shifted again. His eyes roamed over Hisoka's body from those strong muscled shoulders, back and arms all the way to the dimples at the base of his spine. The sheets hid the rest, interrupting his perusal and he frowned. Gon couldn't understand it but he found himself spending a lot of time these days wanting to just quietly observe him.

"Still lingering around? ~"

"…!" Hisoka's smooth voice interrupted his thoughts, startling him to the point that he almost dropped the coffee cup.

"Hmmm? ~"

"…" Gon's heart thumped in his chest.

He's awake?

I could have sworn that he was sleeping!

"Well? ~" Hisoka asked, sitting up and turning to face him when he did not receive an answer. With the movement, the sheets that were already draped obscenely low on his hips slipped further to pool in his lap and so did Gon's eyes.

Gon swallowed hard as his eyes could just make out the curved line of neatly trimmed red hair that was revealed by the sheets. Hisoka lifted an eyebrow, looking from Gon's face to his lap. He smirked, already knowing what Gon was looking at.

"Back for round two? ~"

Apparently his voice broke Gon out of whatever stupor he was in because the instant he realized that he had been caught staring his face bloomed into the prettiest shade of red and he averted his gaze, stuttering.

"R-round t-two? I-I th-thought you were sleeping…"

"Ah~ Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't… ~" Hisoka replied mysteriously, adding, "So by your logic, when you assume people are sleeping, you stand in doorways to assess their semi-nude profiles while drinking coffee? ~"

"I…"

He knew I had been here the whole time?

"I-I have to go, I'm late."

"Are you sure about that?" Hisoka asked skeptically. "You're not acting as if you're late… ~"

"…" Uncomfortably Gon shifted under that focused stare. "How did you know I was here?"

"I already told you before that I can sense when you're close to me… ~" Hisoka ran his hand through his crimson locks and Gon's eyes were drawn to the captivating color. "Did you think I was joking when I said that? ~"

"Um…"

It's hard to tell when you're not joking…

Large hazel eyes followed the movement of those hands as they continued to delicately smooth through the non-existent tangles. Gon marveled at how Hisoka made such a simple movement as finger combing his hair look so graceful…so sexy. Those hands, strong yet gentle…capable of heinous acts but at a moment's notice, able to hold him still while he shuddered in delight under him. Gon's cheeks flushed with the memory.

"Heh~" Hisoka laughed, bending his left leg to rest his elbow on his knee. He then proceeded to rest his chin on the heel of his palm and direct his gaze at Gon.

Gon looked from that golden gaze, down the plane of Hisoka's perfectly muscled torso to the neatly trimmed hair that was now completely revealed by his new position. Expertly shaped in the form of a heart, its bright red hue stood out against that pale skin and as Gon continued to look at it, he felt his own heart beat faster. Just a little more and I'll be able to see his—

His face reddened even more and he looked up to see Hisoka studying his expression.

Damn bastard…he knows what he's doing.

"I'm late…"

Hisoka laughed and the sound caused Gon to feel all tingly under his skin. What's happening to me?

"Late? You're like a broken record – that's the only phrase you've been repeating all morning. How long has Killua been waiting now? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? Or is it thirty?" Hisoka smiled. "And being raised an assassin, I bet he arrived even earlier – Illumi always does that and since he trained him I'm sure they bear that in common. Whenever I have to meet Illumi I always have to be there a half hour before our arranged meeting time and even then he'd already be there. I don't think I've ever trounced him when it came down to punctuality~"

Gon didn't even react to Hisoka talking about Illumi as he normally would have. He was too busy thinking about how he'd get an earful from Killua about his late arrival. There was no doubt about it – Killua would finish him off…

"Killua is going to be livid~" Hisoka said, adding fuel to Gon's fear.

"…"

Hisoka did not have to tell him this, Gon already knew it and he gripped his coffee cup tighter looking a little scared. I should be used to this by now; Killua always hits me when I do stupid stuff.

He sighed.

Geez, this surely isn't turning out to be my ideal day…

"Forget about it~"

He looked up at the sound of Hisoka's melodic voice. "What?"

"Forget about going to the gym~"

"What? Why?"

"You're already this late, just call him and tell him that you can't make it…lie and say that you're sick~"

"But weren't you the one who just punished me for lying not too long ago?" Gon frowned. "A little hypocritical aren't you?"

"No, not at all, I punished you for lying badly – there's a difference~"

"Huh?" Gon was at a loss for words.

"Now, are you going to call him and tell him you're sick? ~"

"No I can't, he's looking forward to spending time with me and I want to see him too."

"Alright~" Hisoka shrugged his shoulders. "Because if you were just going to the gym for exercise, you could have just stayed home and let me train you instead~"

"Train?" Gon looked up at him hopefully. He was always ready for a challenge and being trained by somebody like Hisoka was an exciting prospect.

"Yes, I have quite a few positions in mind and you'll definitely get the exercise. I'll make sure of that." Hisoka grinned handsomely, making a come-hither motion with his index finger. "Now come… ~" he added, licking his lips. "Let me work that ass… ~"

"What?!" Gon gasped as Hisoka focused a provocative stare on him, obviously and shamelessly undressing him with those deep golden eyes. His breath hitched in his suddenly parched throat but he didn't have the strength to lift the cup to his lips again so he just stood there dumbfounded. "I...I..."

"Why are you hesitating?" Hisoka asked, examining his red face in mild confusion. "You're thirsty for cock Gon, I saw how you were looking at me. Come let me satisfy your craving…come let me train you~"

"Oh gods…" Gon said, taking a step back and examining the positively scandalous look on Hisoka's face. "Hisoka!"

"Yes, Gon-kun? ~ Made up your mind? ~"

"Yes! Um I-I mean no…I mean that it…I…you…"

"Are you okay Gon? ~" Hisoka quirked a slim brow at him.

Gon looked like he was about to self destruct.

"You don't look okay~"

Taking a deep breath, Gon stilled, attempting to calm himself. He pointed his index finger directly at Hisoka's face. "I…you…y-you did that intentionally didn't you?!" he accused. "I thought you were serious about actually training me."

"I am serious~"

Hisoka blew him a kiss.

Gon turned away.

"Not training me sexually! Why does everything have to be sexual with you?!"

"Because I am the embodiment of great sex~"

Gon couldn't argue with that.

"Whatever Hisoka. I'm late, I just came back to the room to get something," he said, walking into the room for the first time.

"Was that before or after you were fantasizing about getting fucked? ~"

"…" Gon decided not to answer him, instead walking toward the large dresser with purpose. I'm not going to let him get to me because that's exactly what he wants - for me to get so pissed off that I attack him and we have wild sex.

Hisoka's eyes followed him as he picked up the large grey gym bag on the ground next to the dresser. "Well look at that…~" he started casually. "You packed your gym bag last night yet you forgot you had to go to the gym this morning~" Hisoka laughed. "You are forever the delightful mystery aren't you?"

Gon did not even bother to honor that comment with a response.

And at first he managed to keep it that way as he walked toward the doorway, but the need to get back at Hisoka kept growing inside him and pausing just shy of the corridor, he looked back at te magician.. "You know, one of these days I'm going to…"

"Mmmhmm~ what? ~"

"Nothing." Gon adjusted the padded strap on his shoulder to make the bag more comfortable and stepped forward to leave but Hisoka's voice stopped him.

"Out of steam so fast? ~"

Gon gritted his teeth at the taunt, deciding to finish what he had been going to say. "One of these days, I'm going to dominate you Hisoka – mark my words. I'll make you as speechless as you do me…torture you slowly and make you beg for completion..."—he turned to make eye contact with him—"…and I'm going to enjoy every, single minute of it."

"Oh really? ~" Hisoka almost laughed out loudly. "Should I mark it on my calendar? Do you have the date, time and place all planned out already or is it just a thought? ~"

"Mock me all you want, but I'm serious. It may not be anytime soon but it's definitely coming…just you wait."

Hisoka looked into those hazel eyes boring into his with determination and he felt it for the first time – his heart did a little flip and he shuddered in delight. Gon was serious. For one incredible, fleeting moment instead of the sexually confused young man, he was faced with an older version of Gon and in his eyes he saw inconceivable potential for a sadist.

He could feel it…they had even more in common than he'd previously thought and like him Gon seemed to be leaning toward being both a sadist and a masochist. Hisoka had already confirmed him to be a masochist and with the little signs that Gon had been displaying lately, all he had to do now was keep nurturing that sadistic part of him.

Perfect~ His heart beat faster and he licked his lips. Slowly Gon was maturing into what he'd always known he could become and more.

"Ooooh~" Hisoka brought his hands up to his uncharacteristically reddened face. It was as if he was surprised that Gon had brought that reaction out of him. "Gon… ~ You want to dominate me even more than you did last time don't you? Oh Gon…that sounds positively… ~"—he moaned, his voice lowering—"…positively threatening~"

"…" Gon was speechless, rooted to the spot not by fear but by the desire to find out what would happen next.

"You better hurry along now before I can no longer control that desire to show you how sadistic I can get. Before I can no longer control that part of me that wants nothing more than to bend you over right now and fuck your ass…without holding back - with no boundaries~" Hisoka smiled dangerously. "I suggest you stay only if you're ready for something unrated...something other than the PG version you've been getting so far~"

What?! Gon's eyes widened. PG version? Our lovemaking is always so intense and I can barely stay conscious after so if that is PG rated…then what is this unrated version? Gon blushed, backing away slowly.

I'm not sure I want that experience…

While muddling over the thought he looked back at Hisoka whose face was now in his hands and who was also sporting an obvious erection.

Oh no…

"I…you…um…th-thank you for breakfast!" he sputtered before turning and running off. This was one of the few times that he decided to heed Hisoka's warning about getting fucked.

To be under Hisoka's control while the man was in a mood like this would definitely not be safe.

I might not recover from that…

A/N:

Explanation: When Hisoka says that what they've been doing is 'PG rated', he does not mean that Gon needed parental guidance (of course not) what he was doing was using a slang that describes things that are offensive but can still be tolerated, alluding to the fact that what Gon would experience should he stay would be so offensive that there's no rating system that could contain / describe it. No wonder Gon ran off.

Hisoka – NR for explicit content, nudity, violence and language (LMAO I couldn't resist since we're on the topic of ratings)

I guess that Gon has learned that there are some things he shouldn't threaten Hisoka about...or better yet, don't even bother threatening him. With Hisoka one can never know what can be a turn on lol.

I should also say that I felt sort of bad in having Hisoka punish Gon for dozing and being late when I struggle with punctuality (not as bad as Gon's though). Maybe Hisoka should start giving out lessons on the '...importance of time management'. Hell yeah... *already at the front of the line to sign up* Wait what do you mean there is no such class? Darn...

Right now I'm still laughing at Illumi and Hisoka's conversation with that bit about 'housewife status' and what Illumi said on how Killua trying to kill him had been a phase （≧∇≦）^o^

And Gon is so clueless... yes Gon now you know that 69 is not a code name for something else lol. Hisoka should have given him a lecture on the properties of Bungee Gum ;p

Next Chapter Preview: Gon meets Killua and things get much more difficult for him!

P.S.: I believe that there will come a time when Gon shall experience that NR version of Hisoka but I think that when that time comes I shall just edit it out kind of like a time skip? Poor Gon, he'd experience it, but we won't have to lol.

Thank you for reading; see you all soon in another update. Don't forget to review and share your thoughts :)