A/N: Okay! So, this sucker took forever to write and the holidays didn't help. Overall, its longer then I wanted it to be but I had a lot to unpack so if you like longer chapters then all I can say is your welcome! Next order of business, This fic is going to come to an end soon so with that in mind I have a question for my readers. I could easily write the rest of this with only a little present day narrative added in. As it stands, I'm not sure how you all feel about that part of the story (the parts involving Soma and Erina) so my question is this… Would you prefer that I keep that part brief and to the point or do you enjoy those segments and would you like to see more before the story ends? If you feel so inclined, you can let me know in the comments or by sending me a private message. If I don't hear anything back I will just go with whichever option I feel like using. And as always, if you like (or don't like) the story I want to hear about it. Leave reviews, favorite and follow the story, etc.
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The Empty Pocket was located in the basement of a grey, brick building and was entirely indistinguishable due to its lack of a sign or any other type of promotion. In fact, the whole building was nondescript and Gon couldn't even begin to guess what the space was used for. He idly wondered how safe it would be for him to blindly enter the bar before dismissing his concerns in favor of his curiosity for what Killua had to tell him. He approached the banged up wooden door that led to the basement but when he tried to open it, he was surprised to find it was locked.
The hell? What kind of business is locked at this hour of the day?
He chewed on the inside of his cheek while thinking it over before he raised his hand to give the door three solid knocks. Gon stood still and stared the door down, waiting for something to happen but nothing did. He felt a little irked, his patience waning as his blood pressure rose. This day had been nothing but a shitshow and he didn't need this confusing incident to add to his list of reasons why he shouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning.
Frowning, Gon pounded his fist against the door a few more times, trying to vent out his mounting frustration. He was so caught up in punishing the door that he didn't even notice when someone approached him from behind.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm?" Gon spun around, surprised someone was able to sneak up on him like that. "Killua! What's up with this place? The door is locked."
"Um, Gon…. You're at the wrong building. The bar is across the street and a few blocks down."
"Wha- but the internet said its building number is 1312. This is 1312." Gon pointed to the poorly displayed number etched over the doorframe to emphasize his point.
Killua stared at his raven-haired friend for a minute before chuckling and shaking his head. "No, you dummy. Its building 1213 not 1312. You got your numbers reversed."
Gon pulled his phone out of his pocket to verify Killua's accuracy, though he had no reason to doubt him. Still, he required proof before he was willing to admit to being wrong. His fingers flashed across the screen until he brought up the information on the bar. His eyes darted to the address, his frown deepening when he read the number 1213.
"Huh, it looks like you were right." He looked up to find his friend staring incredulously back at him and he smiled sheepishly in return. "It's been a long day." He said, as if trying to explain away his mistake.
"Uh huh, I'm sure." Killua turned around to begin crossing the street before looking back to Gon. "I can get us there. Follow me."
Gon obediently did as he was told and sprinted to catch up with him. They walked quietly together until they found themselves in front of the correct building which had a large, neon sign displaying the name of the bar with a little hand pointing to the door. Killua opened the door so they could enter the building and make their way down the dark, narrow stairwell that led to their destination.
As they closed in on the front door with the name, The Empty Pocket carved into its wood, their senses were overrun by the sounds of blaring music, boisterous chatter, and the lingering scent of beer. As Gon stepped into the bar, that hoppy aroma smacked him in the face causing him to wrinkle his nose at the unpleasant, dominating smell. He never tried beer before and if the odor was anything to go by, it would stay that way for a long time.
He looked around the darkened room, his eyes sweeping over the long wooden bar, large enough to fit 15 occupied red barstools and the six small booths that lined the opposite wall. Strings of white lights stretched across the ceiling and there was even a silver disco ball hanging from the center of the drop tiles. The wall behind the bar was lined with a wide array of liquor bottles which came in all shapes and sizes and there was a large, black chalkboard which listed the beers they currently offered on tap.
The patrons all appeared to be enjoying themselves. Most were sipping their various poisons while shouting at the TV displayed on the wall while others were shamelessly flirting, emboldened by their liquid courage. Two "gentlemen" at the far end were engaged in a heated arm-wrestling match with a few others watching their battle while loudly cheering, impressed by their masculine display of strength. Killua rolled his eyes before taking Gon's hand and leading him to one of the booths.
Gon scooted in so he was seated across from his friend. He looked around the room, his unease palpable. "Are you sure its okay for us to be here? We're underage so I don't think we are supposed to be in a bar like this."
Killua waved his hand, disregarding Gon's concern. "Its fine. My family has an agreement with this establishment so we can be here whenever we want. We could even drink." He wiggled his eyebrows impishly at his own suggestion.
"I don't know about that. It smells weird."
"It tastes weird too, but you get used to it as you go."
"Why would you want to get used to it if it doesn't taste good?" Gon wrinkled his nose again, finding the idea to be wholly unpleasant. He opted to change the subject in an attempt to derail Killua's desire to get him to drink. "Anyway, we're here to talk about that cult. Why were you being so secretive about it earlier?"
"Right." Killua's voice dropped to just barely above a whisper, causing Gon to strain so he could hear him over the ruckus. "They relate to my mission so I couldn't talk about them over the phone or through any other method that could be tapped."
"Oh, so is that why you checked out that book on them? Because someone could have traced an internet search back to you?"
"Yes, that's exactly… Wait a second. How did you know I have the book?"
Gon shrugged his shoulders, smiling wryly at his own sneakiness. "I paid someone to tell me." He said in a matter of fact tone.
A nearly imperceptible twitch of the eyebrow preceded Killua rubbing his temples while groaning in annoyance. If Gon was able to pay someone for that kind of information, then he clearly was not careful enough. Perhaps it had been too long since his last stealth mission and he was getting rusty. Either way, he would need to use more caution in the future.
"Who the hell could you have paid who also knew my name?" Killua knew the librarian wouldn't have given him up so he needed to know who could have been there at the same time and just happened to know who he was.
Not wanting Killua to know that he was swindled into paying for a description and not a name, Gon tried to steer the subject back to what was important. "I dunno, some college student. Now back to the cult. What do you know about them? And what's your mission?"
"That's actually what I was coming to talk to you about earlier today before…." Killua paused, suddenly feeling nauseous again as he recalled the day's prior events. Images of Hisoka making out with Gon while he eagerly kissed him back flashed before his eyes.
Ugh, I can't think about that right now. He shook his head, trying to dispel the image of Gon carelessly giving away his innocence to that perverted clown.
He cleared his throat before continuing. "I was able to gain clearance to include you in the details of the mission. It has to do with this lady who was taken hostage and-"
Upon hearing Killua mention the hostage Gon brightened, recognizing where he was likely going with his explanation. "Wait, you mean the girl who can heal people? The one the cult kidnapped before the association could get to her?"
Killua stared blankly at Gon, confused by how he knew this information already. "How did you know that? The mission is confidential, so how the hell do you know all this?" He thought for a moment before his eyes widened in realization. "That man is in on this mission, isn't he?" The young assassin hoped his suspicions were incorrect, but he knew deep down that was likely not the case.
Not missing the crestfallen expression on Killua's face, Gon nodded his head. Killua raked his fingers through his white tresses while grumbling loudly at his horrible luck. In general, he never wanted to be a part of the same mission as Hisoka. He was a dangerous, self-serving asshole who couldn't be trusted. Given his recent discovery, his disdain for the man was even greater and the idea of working with him in any capacity was unacceptable. Yet, that was the position in which he seemed to have found himself. He raised his hand to flag over the bartender who nodded in their direction before making his way over to their booth.
"So, you know everything about this mission then? He told you everything and yet you still want to help? It's going to be dangerous for someone without proper defensive measures. These people are evil to the core and powerful too."
Groaning, Gon rolled his eyes before leveling Killua with a glare. "Hisoka thinks he can sideline me to only helping with finding them. He doesn't want me involved in the fighting. But I'll show him, and now you that I can hold my own. I'm not weak."
Just then the bartender approached their booth and handed them their menus. He was a tall, lanky man with short blond hair and a matching mustache. He wore a white button-down shirt with a blue vest and blue slacks. "Good evening Killua. What brings you to my establishment tonight?"
"Hey Gunther! It's been a while. This is my friend, Gon." He nodded in Gon's direction who smiled brightly at the barkeeper in return. "We're actually here on business. Now then, I'd like a pint of beer. You choose which one. Gon would like one too."
Upon hearing this Gon stopped looking over his menu and frowned at Killua. "Hey! I said-"
"That you would like nothing more than to discuss our business over some food and beer. I know, that's why I ordered it for you." A catlike grin spread over Killua's face as he returned his attention back to Gunther. Gon narrowed his eyes and kicked him from under the table, but Killua continued like it never happened.
"We'll also take a plate of loaded cheese fries with extra cheese and extra bacon."
"Extra ranch too." Gon added with a sigh.
"Very good, Sir. I'll be right over with your beer. I know just the one for you to enjoy."
After Gunther made his way behind the bar, Gon kicked at Killua's shins again. "I said I don't wanna try it. It smells bad!"
"What's wrong? Are you afraid to try it? I bet you won't even be able to finish one glass." Killua felt smug, knowing a little challenge was all it would take to get Gon riled up enough to give in and try it. As he suspected, it worked like a charm.
"Hey! I'm not afraid to try anything and I could too finish it. I bet I could even empty it before you can empty yours!" Gon was shouting, not even bothering to suppress his irritation. Everyone around him continued to underestimate him and this was the last straw!
"Alright, you're on!" There was no way Gon would be able to win their contest and while knowing this, Killua decided to make a wager with him. "I'll tell you what. If you win, I will agree to let you in on the action of my mission. But if I win, you need to take a backseat and stay off the front lines. That includes any mission related stuff you might do with… that man." Killua grimaced. "Agreed?"
Gon couldn't hide his self-confident smile upon hearing Killua's terms. What Killua wasn't aware of was that he took part in many drinking contests back home except instead of beer it was a juice blend prepared with fruit native to his island. He was a pro at that kind of thing and he fully intended to wipe the floor with Killua.
"You're on!" He cheered, looking forward to his impending victory.
"Good, now back to the cult. Rumor has it one of their leaders has come to the city to entice prospective followers. I'm pretty sure that guy putting on the show at the festival was him."
"What? You mean the guy who did the show about… the… Poor Man's Rose- Oh."
"Exactly. They're cocky enough to publicly bring in new acolytes like that. They lure their victims in with some entertainment that's based off an interesting myth or whatever. From there the sheep pretty much line up to be herded and all they need is to turn on a little charm to finish the deal. They'll spin the story in whatever way they need to so they can convince their prospective recruits the world really is sick and in need of cleansing."
"Hmm… Do you know where he is now? Is he still in the city?"
"I've been keeping an eye on him. He is still in the city but I'm assuming he plans to leave once the festival is over which I think is tonight. I was instructed to follow him to the next town and attempt to capture him there."
Gon thought for a moment, confused why Killua wouldn't just grab him while he's within reach. "I don't understand why you would wait until he leaves for the next town."
"Apparently there is a large group of acolytes located in the city so I'm to wait until he is without potential reinforcements. I think it's stupid but whatever."
"Oh! That makes sense. Hisoka's mission is to find the group in the city and make them tell him where their hideout is. I wonder why they are having you both work on this separately and on two different targets?"
"Don't know." Killua shrugged, unsure of the answer himself.
With his cheek resting in the palm of his hand, Gon looked pensive as he tried to understand the logic behind the operation. There seemed to be many pieces to this puzzle, most of which were missing, and they wouldn't be able to see the big picture without those pieces. He wondered whether Hisoka knew more or if he was simply focusing on his part. His brain felt like it was frying between his ears, overloaded by everything he couldn't understand. Thankfully, Gunther chose that moment to walk up to their booth with their food and drinks in hand thus offering reprieve from his mental strain.
"Here you go. Two Seven Gates Pale Ales and a plate of loaded fries extra everything." Gunther chuckled to himself as he set their plate and glasses down. "Anything else you need?"
"Nope, we're good. Thanks Gunther!"
The teens watched as Gunther walked back to the bar before returning to their conversation. Killua was the first to reach for their plate of fries, pulling out a crispy, golden potato that was smothered in greasy cheesy goodness. "So," he began while blowing on his fry before popping it into his mouth, "I'm guessing we are working on different things because one of us is the contingency plan. Actually, we could both be contingency plans because maybe there are others who also have missions that relate to ours. Maybe the association is that desperate to find this girl that they intentionally put multiple plans into action just to ensure that at least one of us succeeds in finding their hideout. Then once we do, they will bring us together for the rescue operation."
"That makes sense." Gon said as he picked up his ale to take a sniff of the amber colored liquid. He heaved just a little from the smell alone before setting the cup back down and snatching some fries instead.
"Alright Gon. Let's get this party started." Killua picked up his pint and held it out to Gon who begrudgingly picked up his own glass and clinked it against Killua's. "On the count of three, okay? One… Two… Three!"
Gon brought the frothy liquid to his lips, threw his head back and tried to chug it down. As soon as the bitter liquid touched his tongue his eyes widened and he chocked, causing some to sputter out of his mouth and run down his chin.
Ugh! This is worse than it smells. It tastes like a field that animals poop in. Blah…
He glanced to Killua and was dismayed to find he was already a third of the way finished with his glass, the ale foaming and dribbling down the sides of his cheeks as he went. Gon wasn't about to lose this challenge, even if it was the most disgusting thing he's ever put in his mouth. He repeated his earlier action and began chugging the stuff, holding his breath as he gulped down every vile ounce.
He heard the unmistakable sound of Killua's empty glass coming down hard against their table just seconds before he was able to finish his. He placed his empty glass next to Killua's and chanced a look at the overly satisfied expression on his friend's face.
"You know what that means" Killua stated as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
"No! Let's go again. I know I can beat you. That first round was unfair because I wasn't prepared for how bad that stuff was. The next round is what will count." Gon unwillingly tasted defeat and apparently it tasted just like a shit field.
"Fine, I agree to go another round but if you lose the next one, I don't want to hear any more whining."
Killua motioned to Gunther to bring them two more beers who quickly obliged, bringing them to the table just a few minutes later. "Okay Gon, this is the last time."
"Yeah, yeah let's do this. One, Two, Three!"
They both tilted their heads back and gulped down round two of the amber liquid. Gon forgot to hold his breath this time and the taste caused his eyes to water and his nostrils to flare. He tried to ignore the discomfort though because winning against Killua was too important. He would not lose twice.
Within mere seconds of each other, they both slammed their empty glasses down. Gon was beaming at his friend, who stared back at him in utter disbelief. Somehow, he had lost that round.
"Haha! Take that, I won!" Gon jeered while shoving fries in his mouth to get rid of the godawful taste.
"No, no, no. I won one round and you won one round. We need to do the best out of three to see who truly is victorious. Otherwise there isn't really a clear winner."
Gon's competitive nature took over, not willing to allow for any uncertainty about who was better. "Fine, best out of three!" He proclaimed while Killua flagged Gunther for two more beers.
"Perhaps you boys should slow down. Technically I shouldn't even be giving this to you…"
"It's okay Gunther! We can handle it. Gon and I have unfinished business you see." Killua eagerly grabbed both beers from Gunter before he could put them down and offered the second to Gon. As Gunther walked away, Killua counted off and both boys chugged their drinks.
At this point they managed to attract the attention of a few spectators who cheered them on as they gulped down their beers. Some seemed to be cheering for Killua while others cheered for Gon and a few didn't care either way and just wanted to make some noise.
"Wooo!"
"Chug, chug, chug, chug!"
The crowd cheered them on until they both brought their glasses down almost in unison once again. Empowered by their gathered spectators, Gon stood from his seat with both arms above his head and shouted "Ha! I won again!" His smile was lopsided, and he performed a goofy little victory dance before sitting back down in his seat with a bit of a wobble.
"Hmph, you got lucky is all. I'll win next time."
"Heh, there's no way I'm drinking more of that. I won fair and square. Now you have to let me help you and on the front lines too!" Gon shoved some more fries into his mouth, pleased to have won their contest.
To say Killua was surprised to find Gon could actually drink faster than him was an understatement. He didn't like to lose any more then Gon did, so he wasn't ready to give up just yet. "I want to do another round. The wager won't apply, it'll just be about who is better. We'll have two glasses each and who ever downs them both will win the whole thing. It will be like the ultimate winner of everything."
At the mention of 'the ultimate winner' Gon's ears perked up and he found himself eagerly nodding his head in agreement. He liked to win things so of course he would agree to such an easy demand especially without any risk to him helping with the mission.
A few minutes later a very unenthused Gunther brought over four more pints of ale. He wasn't sure the Zoldycks would be pleased to know he allowed their heir to get trashed with his friend but on the other hand he was instructed to give the teen whatever he might ask for during his time in the city. He heard the troublesome crowd cheering them on as he made his way back to the bar, shrugging his concerns away as he wiped the water stains from his clean bar glasses.
With their pride on the line, the boys drank as fast as they could while the crowed hooted and hollered in the background. Gon's stomach protested with loud gurgles as the liquid sloshed down his throat in a never-ending tide of ale. Killua had him beat with the first of the two glasses but Gon was right behind him, quickly bringing his second glass to his lips and chugging it down while the overflow streamed down his face. Finally, both mugs came down marking Gon as the final winner by a split second.
"Fucking hell, Gon. How do you keep winning?"
A sly smile flitted over Gon's features as he wiped the foam from his upper lip. "I am experienced in the ways of chugging." He laughed, pleased with his own private joke.
Disappointed by his third consecutive loss, Killua shoved a handful of fries in his mouth while considering how best to goad Gon into another round. As he pondered his options a fast-paced song with a heavy beat sounded over the speakers, and he couldn't help but smile at his friend who was bobbing and swaying to the music. With rosy cheeks and glazed over eyes, he rolled his small frame like no one in the world was watching.
Heh, Gon would be a lightweight.
He probably shouldn't have anymore. We'll have to have a rematch another time.
Because he was groomed as an assassin from birth, Killua had an unusually high tolerance to all forms of poisons, alcohol included. He could still make his way to that heady, relaxed state if he really tried but it took three times as much as it would for a regular adult. Not to mention, he had to be at the festival in a few hours so he could keep his eye on the recruiter. It would be irresponsible for him to try to work while under the influence.
"H-Hey, hey Killluuaa. I feel… um… I feel strange." Gon squinted his eyes and wiggled his fingers to show him something odd was afoot.
With blue eyes crinkling in mirth, Killua sat back in his booth to watch his friend. "That's because you're drunk you dummy."
"Heh, well I like it. I feel like I could do anything." He resumed his rhythmic swaying to the sultry melody blaring overhead while polishing off the last of the French fries.
"I have to pee!" He announced out of the blue before sliding along the smooth surface of the wooden bench beneath him so he could make his way to the restroom. He wobbled slightly as he stood and peered around the small room, looking for the bathroom door.
"You okay Gon? Do you need help getting there?"
Finally finding what he was looking for, Gon shook his head before making his way to his destination. Much to Gon's enjoyment, another song reverberated through the dank air of the bar, carrying with it something akin to an islander's melody. Gon could feel the beat coursing through his body and he moved accordingly, gyrating his hips and rolling his lithe body as he stumbled to the bathroom.
Killua had never seen Gon dance before and if this little precursor was anything to go by, he was in for quite a treat. He watched with amusement as Gon danced his way to the bathroom, moving his hips in such a way that it almost looked obscene. He bumped into a few bargoers, none of whom seemed to mind until he finally made it to the door, tripping into the restroom as he attempted to enter.
"Oof!" Gon just barely caught himself, his hands pressed against the grungy yellow tiles of the bathroom floor. He snickered to himself as he remembered the last time he tumbled in the bathroom. Hisoka had been there to witness it and while Gon hadn't been impressed with the situation then, he suddenly found the ordeal to be hilarious. His laughter echoed through the small room while he relieved himself.
Speaking of Hisoka. I wonder what he's doing?
After pulling his lounge pants back to his slender hips he took his phone out to send a quick text message to the man in question. He briefly considered what he should say before typing out a simple ["Hey."] To his delight, Hisoka text back almost instantly.
{I'm bored, Gon. Come entertain me, won't you?}
Gon smiled as he read the message, feeling a little playful.
[Def still mad at you]
[Are you at the hotel? What are you doing?]
{I just got here a few minutes ago. I'm watching the news.}
[Naked?]
{LOL I can be if that's what you want.}
[I like it when you're naked.]
[Mr. Sexy Pants]
{Not that I don't enjoy this oddly brazen attitude, but what has gotten into you?}
[Hehe, about 5 pints of ale]
{Where are you?}
[The Empty Pocket, why?]
Gon stared at the brightly lit screen of his phone, willing another message to pop up from Hisoka so they could continue their fun banter, but one never did. He shrugged, assuming Hisoka must have gotten distracted by something. He put his phone back into his pocket and left the bathroom, pleased to hear another smooth, oceanic tune playing on the radio. He danced his way back to the booth where he found Killua waiting with another plate of fries.
"Did you… you asked for… um, extra ranch, right? Gon stuttered as he tried to speak, his fuzzy head feeling incapable of stringing together coherent thoughts.
"Don't worry, Gon. I got you all the ranch." Killua pointed to the ranch smothered all over the fries as well as the additional three sides of ranch placed near the plate.
"I knew you were my best friend for a reason!" Gon happily slid back into his seat, feeling ravenous.
"Everything go okay in the bathroom? It looked like you kind of fell in there after you opened the door."
"Just peachy. I caught myself before I face planted into the floor." The teen could hardly sit still in his seat. He continued to sway with the music while shoving food into his mouth, not really tasting anything as he chewed, swallowed, and automatically popped another one in. It was something like a production line and he just kept going until his hand came back empty.
"You know, I think I could go for another..." Gon stopped midsentence, catching a glimpse of a tall figure with fiery red hair peering around the bar until his concerned eyes finally landed on their target. "Hisoka?"
At this Killua snapped to attention, feeling the presence of the man's creepy aura crawl against his skin as the magician took long strides toward their table. He looked to Gon in suspicion. "What the hell is he doing here?"
Before Gon could respond he found himself being pushed to the end of the bench with his side pressed up against the wall. The booths weren't really meant for more than two people, but that fact didn't seem to bother Hisoka in the least as he forced his way into the seat while wrapping his arm possessively around Gon's waist. He squirmed against Hisoka before giving up and trying to get comfortable in his new, confined space. He couldn't really sway with the music anymore, but he could still bob his head damnit.
"It was irresponsible to take Gon out drinking like this. You know he doesn't have the same tolerance as you." Hisoka's tone was unusually stern as he addressed Killua.
"And it was irresponsible of YOU to take Gon into your bed but that didn't stop you, now did it?" Killua was seething. This fucking clown was actually insisting on pretending to give a shit about Gon's safety. The young assassin couldn't guess why that would be, but he was sure there was some kind of sick and convoluted reason for it.
"I'm not sure what the problem is. I've taken excellent care of Gon and I made sure to meet all of his needs. Ever. Single. One." A lewd smile stretched over Hisoka's features as he tightened his arm around Gon's waist.
Killua's eyes dropped to that small movement before returning to the redhead, outraged. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?"
"What do you think it means?"
"Hey now! You two…. Uh, you two jerks know that… that I can hear you, right? Can't you just get along?" The raven-haired teen did not appreciate how they were talking about him, or fighting over him really, like he wasn't even there.
"Gon, you shouldn't be anywhere near him. He's literally the worst and he wants to kill you someday. He's said so himself! Fucking sick bastard and his damn obsession with fruit…." Killua muttered that last part under his breath while trying to give Hisoka the best 'I hate you' look he could muster.
"Well, you guys should… you should just get along." All the commotion was making Gon feel tired. The need for rest hugging his body in a tight swaddle, making his eye lids feel too heavy to keep open. It was so strange. He had so much energy a few minutes ago and now he just wanted to rest. He laid his head against Hisoka's shoulder and snuggled in against his side. He heard what sounded like a dismayed gasp from his friend before everything went blank.
xxxx
Steady movement followed by the cool kiss of night air against his skin caused Gon to slowly rouse from his sleep. The soft rock of his body coupled with the feeling of cloth against his cheek and the steady heartbeat pulsing against his ear told him he was being carried somewhere. He was too tired to open his eyes and he knew from the scent alone it must have been Hisoka carrying him. The nearly imperceptible footfalls of a second pair of feet next to them told him someone else was strolling through the city with them, likely Killua.
Killua: "Listen, I'm only doing this for Gon. The moment he comes to his senses I will come for you and I will end you."
Hisoka: "You should be careful what you wish for little Zoldyck. It could be your undoing."
Killua: "I'll be damned if I don't take you down with me then."
Hisoka: "Promises, promises."
Killua: "He's a fulltime job. Always getting into trouble…. You better not hurt him."
Hisoka: "What I do with Gon really is none of your concern. If you insist on meddling in my affairs, I may have to let Illumi know of your current location… and Alluka's."
Killua: "Why you-"
Hisoka: "It's merely a warning. Take it how you will."
It almost sounds like their getting along, or at least as much as they are able to anyway.
I wonder what they were talking about at the bar before we left.
Over the course of their walk home, Gon faded in and out of consciousness while catching fragments of the ongoing, and heated discussion between the two assassins. They argued a lot, well Killua argued because arguing with Hisoka was like arguing with a brick wall, and they discussed their progress in their evidently shared mission. The last thing he recalled was Killua stating his next step in his part of the mission.
Killua: "I'm going to follow the recruiter to the next town after his performance tonight. You should keep Gon away from the festival. I promised him he could help but I don't want him to get hurt."
This pissed Gon off and the feeling of betrayal sat heavily against his chest, crushing him. He wanted to scream at Killua for lying to him, to tell him how betrayed he felt but he was just too tired. The conditions were perfect for sleep. The air was chilly but the warmth emanating from Hisoka's body hugged him perfectly while the gentle sway of their movements easily lulled him back into oblivion.
xxxx
The feeling of being transferred from study arms to blissfully sinking into a cushy mattress nudged Gon from his impromptu nap. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to reorient himself to his surroundings before releasing a shaky sigh of relief when he realized he was in his own bedroom. He caught a glimpse of Hisoka's retreating form before snuggling his face into the cozy embrace of their bed. He loved how soft and fluffy their king-sized mattress was, fully layered with cotton sheets, a fleecy throw blanket and their oversized down comforter.
As he buried himself under the layers of blankets, he vaguely recalled bits and pieces of the conversation he had eavesdropped on between Killua and Hisoka. He couldn't quite remember enough of anything for it to make sense though. He primarily just remembered a lot of yelling and the not so playful back and forth banter.
Deciding he was too awake now to go back to sleep he regretfully rolled out of bed, wrapped himself in the fleece blanket and trudged out to the living area to find Hisoka. He found him casually sitting cross legged along the floor, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with spades printed over the fabric, while carefully stacking his cards into a tower.
"That's pretty neat. Is it hard to do?" Gon casually walked over to the magician before taking a seat next to him so he could watch as Hisoka skillfully rested a new card on top of the others.
"Its not as hard as it looks. The key is a steady hand and an abundance of patience." The redhaired man paused for a short moment, seemingly studying Gon before resuming the task at hand. "How are you feeling? Drinking as much as you did was quite careless as I'm sure you know. I expected you to take better care of yourself."
"Actually, my head hurts a little and I feel kind of run down. Since when do you care if I take care of myself?" Gon leaned over to study the card tower as he spoke, mesmerized by the impressive and sturdy structure Hisoka was able to create from flimsy paper.
Hisoka stopped what he was doing, suddenly becoming serious. "For better or worse, you are my only weakness. It wasn't supposed to be this way but somehow, you've become something I feel oddly protective of. An interesting turn of events given I still planned to break you only a few short weeks ago. Of course, I still do want to break you, just in a very different way."
He smiled at Gon, though it was all teeth and he grabbed him firmly by the wrist before yanking him onto his lap. The trilevel house of cards he had been working on collapsed from the abrupt movement, the red and white paper quickly cascading down to litter across the floor.
"Hey!" Gon squirmed and flailed, trying to regain some semblance of balance in his new position before turning his head to face the magician. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm not a weakness!"
"I disagree." Hisoka leaned over to pick up the fallen cards until he had most of them situated back into his deck. "Now then, would you like to try and build a tower?" He took Gon's tanned hand, turning it over and gently resting his deck in his palm.
The teen warily eyed the cards in his hand before wrapping his fingers around them, feeling confident that he could likely build a tower even bigger and better then Hisoka's. He set the cards down while keeping the two top cards in his hands. He happily hummed to himself while attempting to set those two cards up to begin his bottom row. As soon as he removed his hold on them, they slipped against the hardwood floor and fell. Gon let out a surprised gasp before furrowing his brow and trying again.
This activity would require a great deal of concentration which was hard enough with his dizzying headache, but his attention was diverted even more by the hard member he felt pressing against his bottom. He tried to ignore that troublesome feeling while carefully bringing two cards together once again. His hands shook ever so slightly as he let go and he watched in dismay as they once again fell.
Hisoka watched Gon's attempt to replicate his card tower with a glimmer of fondness in his eyes. Every time he failed, he let out the cutest little squeaks and gasps before trying again, determined to rise to the challenge. The wonderful feeling of his ass resting overtop of him just added to the whole experience.
Somewhere around the 15th or 16th try, the older man realized he might be at this for a while, especially given how stubborn Gon could be. The teen only managed to get one set of cards standing and it quickly fell as soon as he tried to set another pair next to it. Hisoka could be patient, but his cock was in need of attention.
He placed his hands around the Gon's small shoulders, smiling at the noticeable tremor he felt course through the teens body when he did so. He leaned forward until he could feel the subtle tickle of Gon's black strands against his cheek and he whispered "Need some help?"
His movement startled the teen causing his hand to bump into the only standing pair of cards he was able to produce and causing them to collapse. "Argh! No, no I can do it myself. I just need to keep practicing. It would be easier if you would stop touching me though."
Despite his words, Gon pressed his ass down into Hisoka's lap with a little wiggle from his hips. He could feel his own arousal growing but he was determined to neglect it until he was able to complete two rows of his house. Hisoka nibbled and licked at his earlobe before making his way down the teen's neck. His skin tasted of salt and ale, a peculiar combination but still delicious just the same.
"Hisoka, I'm trying to work here." Gon whined, not really wanting him to stop but still feeling possessed by the need to outdo the magician's house of cards. He glanced out the window as he picked up the fallen cards, eyes widening when he saw the blackened night sky cast over the city. He stood up from the spot in alarm. "We're going to miss the last day of the festival! We need to get dressed and get going!" He tried to make his way to their bedroom so he could go out in something other then his lounge pants but Hisoka's tight hold around his wrist kept him from moving.
"You've had a long day. Wouldn't you prefer to stay in tonight with me?"
"No way! There's something I wanna do and besides, we bought those lanterns so we could participate in the big release tonight."
"We could always do it together on a different night."
"Come on Hisoka! I want to go!" He tugged his hand back, but the magician didn't let up.
"Okay, why don't you take a shower first. You smell like a bar."
Gon furrowed his eyebrows before sniffing his arms and clothes. He wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant scent and sighed. "Fine, I'll shower but then we go!" Hisoka released his wrist and watched him as he scampered off to the bathroom.
"Keeping him home tonight may prove to be more difficult than I anticipated." He muttered to himself as he followed behind Gon. He knew he could always restrain him with his Bungee Gum but that would be too obvious and would only serve to piss him off. He needed to make sure Gon remained blissfully unaware of what was really happening, and the man was all too willing to provide an ample distraction.
Gon ran into the bathroom as fast as he could, shedding his clothes along the way. The shower was large enough to accommodate several people and was designed with glazed porcelain tile creating a captivating mosaic in earthy hues. The luxurious walk in shower sported three shower heads, an overhead rainfall system, and an outlet that would release a cloud of steam into the stall when activated. He had been meaning to play with the various nozzles and functions but now was not the time, so he turned on a single showerhead, impatiently hopping under the spray of water before it was able to fully warm.
He shivered while the cool water pelted his skin, landing on him like little bullets of ice. Thankfully, the water heated quickly allowing his tired muscles to relax under the flowing stream. As he went to grab his shampoo, he heard the door to the bathroom open which was followed by a cool rush of air when the stall's glass door swung open next.
Hisoka joined him in the shower, the sight of his sexy body taking Gon's breath away. The steam from the hot water glistened against his muscular frame, amplifying the lines between each muscle under his pale skin. The teen raked his fingers through his black mop of hair, trying to get the strands out of his eyes so he could get a better look at the Greek god standing in front of him. He licked his lips, wishing his tongue was sliding over those smooth bumps instead.
With a quirked eyebrow, the older man seemed amused as he looked to the floor before dragging his eyes slowly back up Gon, taking in every little detail. Gon followed his initial gaze to the floor, blushing when he realized the soap he was squeezing out of his bottle was puddling along the tiles at his feet instead of his hand.
"Allow me" the older man whispered as he took the shampoo bottle from Gon. He squeezed a small amount into his palm before rubbing his hands together to create a nice lather. Hisoka scrubbed the bubbles into Gon's hair while taking extra care to massage the teen's scalp in the process. He smirked when he felt Gon press his head into the massage, sighing in contentment. Hisoka allowed his sudsy hands to wonder down Gon's lean body, making small circles first over his shoulders, then the length of his back followed by the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen.
He continued in his descent until he reached the teen's cock, groaning in approval to find it was already hard for him. Gon stiffened under Hisoka's knowing touch and he placed a steadying hand along the damp tiles while the older man took special care to encase his balls in the soapy lather before sliding his hand up and down the length of his erection.
"Mmm, you're so hard already. Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
Moaning was the only response Gon could offer as his body succumbed to the pleasure he was receiving. It was paradise, the rough strokes of Hisoka's hand over the smooth skin of his cock. The way the older man's wet body pressed against his back, and his hot breath fanning over his face. Every single one of Gon's nerves felt like it was on fire from Hisoka's touch alone. When his thumb brushed over his engorged head, dipping gently into the slit and spreading his precum over the tip, Gon's body reacted on its own volition. His hips bucked forward, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth while gripping the tile even harder.
Moist lips pressed possessively against Gon's neck, kissing and nipping at his wet flesh until he was satisfied with the mark of ownership he created. Hisoka enjoyed the soft sighs and whimpers Gon was making as he continued to stroke his cock, the water making everything extra slick and allowing him to increase his pace effortlessly.
His other hand smoothed down the small muscles of Gon's back, not stopping until he was cupping the plump, tanned skin of the teen's perfect ass. He gave both cheeks a nice squeeze, marveling at how supple and rounded they felt beneath his touch.
"Truly, this is my favorite part of you." Hisoka said with a pleased grin plastered on his face. "This perfect ass."
"Hisoka stop teasing me." Gon was panting now, his moist breath mixing with the hot steam in the air.
"Are you asking for something, Gon?"
"Put… put your cock in me, please." Gon was desperate now. Hisoka was doing just enough to pull him to the cusp of release but not enough to fully push him over the edge, his throbbing member aching with need as his precum continued to drip from the head.
"It's too early for that, little fruit. But I'm willing to make a compromise with you." Hisoka's voice came out husky and deep, it was taking all his self-control not to just give Gon what he had asked for.
Instead, he pressed his fingers between those sweet cheeks and pushed until he was able to insert two fingers into Gon's inviting warmth. The teen instantly pushed his ass back onto those fingers until they were fully buried inside him.
"Ngh, His- Hisoka that feels so good." A tremor raced down Gon's spine when Hisoka started to slide his fingers in and out of his tight entrance while he quickened the pace of his hand around the teen's cock. He felt the man's sharp teeth bite down into his shoulder, drawing blood. The pain only added to his experience, being just enough to give him the orgasm he desperately craved.
"Hisoka, I'm… I'm going to cum!" Gon felt his load shoot out in little bursts, his cock twitching as it emptied into the stream of water. He rested his head next to his hand against the tiled wall, vaguely noticing that some of the water running down the drain was tinted red but too high from his orgasm to care.
He felt Hisoka's hands brush against his sides as he kissed his way down his spine. He placed two kisses, one on each tanned cheek before standing back up and spinning Gon around to face him. The teen was enraptured by that hooded look of desire, the look that made him feel like they were the only two people in the world. That look alone was all it took to set him on fire and he found himself needing to feel Hisoka's touch just as much as he was certain the magician wanted to feel his in return.
Their shower was getting hot, the steam becoming so dense Gon could barely see anything beyond those captivating, golden irises. He felt Hisoka press his back against the misty tiles behind him before those delicious lips crashed against his own. Their kiss was wet and sloppy, their tongues battling for control while they tasted each other's raw lust. Hisoka's body was pressed heavily against Gon's, his fingers tangling in his hair while his other hand returned to fondle his ass.
The magician's cock rubbed against Gon's belly, igniting inside the teen an overpowering need to be used. Gon wrapped his legs around the man's waist, feeling Hisoka's arms swiftly lock beneath his thighs to hold him in place.
Hisoka quickly shifted one arm so he could reach beneath Gon's ass to position his erection at the tight ring of muscle around his entrance. With a single thrust, he was able to fully sheath his aching cock inside Gon's incredibly tight crevice. Gon's silken walls hugged around his length, squeezing him, tempting him to release his seed right then, right there. Hisoka groaned, the sound reverberating through his chest.
He watched as Gon's honeyed eyes widened while his small body tried to accommodate the massive size of his cock. Hisoka knew as soon as he started to move inside him, the teen's eyes would change from managing his initial discomfort to swimming in pure bliss. He pulled his hips back, his cock inching out of the warmth before he abruptly thrust back in again. A cocky grin stretched over his face. He was right, those eyes were glazed over reflecting nothing but pleasure now.
A low moan escaped from those reddened lips as Gon's hands traveled across the well-developed muscles of Hisoka's chest. They resumed their kiss, passion taking over while Hisoka set the pace of their union. His thrusts were hard and deep, roughly pressing Gon's back against the tiles and bruising his skin. Their soaked flesh made loud and wet slapping sounds with each movement and their combined moans filled the air.
"Hisoka! Give… give it to me harder!" Gon's voice was a breathy pant. He was completely absorbed in what the magician was doing to him, nothing else mattered.
"Beg… for… it…" The magician's words were broken between thrusts. It was so fucking hot to hear Gon ask him to pound into his little body even harder. He really had to hold back just to wait for the teen's reply.
"P-please, Hisoka. I need you to fuck me harder!" Gon reached down to take his own cock in his hand, furiously stroking it to add to his pleasure.
Hisoka grunted in response while gripping his hands firmly around Gon's thighs. He gave the teen exactly what he asked for, repeatedly plunging his thick cock through Gon's entrance hard enough to force the younger man to cry out from the rough treatment. Hisoka was ruining Gon beautifully, and he fucking loved it.
Every thrust caused the teen's entire body to shudder in pleasure. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, to ride out this painfully intense but oh so pleasurable experience but instead he locked eyes with Hisoka, hazel meeting gold as they watched each other slowly begin to come apart.
Gon was the first to get there, feeling that familiar spark of heat unfurl deep within his core until he couldn't hold it in any more. He felt his orgasm coming, and he knew it was going to be big. Finally, that heat exploded forcing his body to stiffen and his toes to curl as he came hard for Hisoka. His blunt nails scratched across pale flesh and he screamed as he came completely undone.
Those tightened walls coupled with the pain from Gon's nails pushed Hisoka over the edge along with his fruit. His grip tightened around the teen, causing his nails to dig into Gon's sun kissed skin as he spilled his load inside of him, filling him with his essence.
Their ragged breaths slowed as they remained joined together under the caress of warm water, unmoving while staring into each other's eyes. Eventually, Hisoka pulled out of Gon and set him back down on the floor. The teen could feel the man's cum leaking out of him and running down his thighs with the stream of water. Gon turned the water off while Hisoka grabbed them their towels. He neatly wrapped Gon within the soft, puffy cloth before drying his own body.
He picked the teen up and easily carried him to their bedroom before lying him in their bed. Gon nestled into the blankets, exhaustion threatening to put him to sleep any second. Hisoka dropped his towel and crawled over Gon's body. He brushed his mouth against Gon's while whispering "mine" against those soft, bruised lips.
As Hisoka rolled off him and pulled Gon's smaller body against his chest, Gon vaguely recalled how he had missed the last day of the light festival. He felt like their was an important reason for him to be there, but he couldn't seem to recall what it was. He shrugged that feeling away as he peacefully drifted off to sleep.