A/N: IMPORTANT PLEASE READ! This story is a sort of sequel to my first fanfic, ONCE FORGOTTEN. If you plan on reading that story then I don't recommend you proceed with this one until you do because there are spoilers ahead. If not, then welcome! I had a few people reach out and show interest in this story so I decided to write it and see what kind of reaction I got for it. It's going to be very different from the first, more angst and violence. There will be smut but not as much. I wanted to try my hand at first person writing so the entirety of it will take place in Hisoka's point of view.
That is all.
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They say our eyes are the windows to our souls. There isn't a lot of truth to most things 'they' say but I believe this one to be true. Behind those captivating hazel eyes rested the lively soul of something so innocent and pure, I felt compelled to taint it. So determined and focused, I NEEDED to break it. So refreshingly honest and frustratingly stubborn, I couldn't help but LOVE it. All these things and more are what made Gon Freecss, my little fruit, who he was. As I hovered just above his sweat soaked body, I made sure to lock my eyes with his as I slowly joined us together as one. My lips formed a pleased smile as I watched his doe eyes widen and his muscles twitch while I slid my cock inside his tight warmth. His perfect ass, always so greedy, stretched as it accommodated to my size and sucked me in until I was fully sheathed inside him.
His breathing became labored, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as it matched my own accelerated pants. He squirmed beneath me and gyrated his hips, silently begging me to move. I had every intention of giving him what he needed, but first I wished for nothing else but to bask in this moment. This intimate moment I've grown to love where time stands still and nothing else matters, but the unspoken feelings interwoven between us.
Slowly, I rotated my hips back until my entire length except for the head was kissed by cool night air. Quickly, I thrusted my hips forward until I was buried back inside where I belong. Gon's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he gasped softly as I continued to repeat the action. I took hold of his hands in both of mine and pressed them into the mattress on either side of his head. Our fingers laced together as I leaned in to claim his mouth, muffling the steady stream of whimpers and moans escaping from those pouty lips.
I enjoyed the familiarity of the sweet taste I found as I explored the inside of his mouth. I felt his tongue press eagerly against my own, challenging me for dominance. I groaned as I deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing together in sweet harmony. I was in complete bliss, having everything I wanted in that moment. Still, there was something I couldn't put a finger on, something hidden in the recesses of my mind demanding I move quicker, that my passion wasn't enough. The feeling confused me, but I heeded the warning anyway, snapping my hips forward with incredible speed and strength.
Screams of ecstasy filled my mouth and my pride when my cock hit his prostate head on. I knew he was getting close and I wanted to see his emotions displayed across his face when he climaxed. I pulled away, tugging gently on his bottom lip before letting go so I could watch him come undone. He moaned loudly and bit his bottom lip, his brows furrowed cutely while tremors visibly washed over him. Our hands were still clasped tightly together, an emotional connection bonding us in a way words never could. I felt his hands tighten within my own at the same time his walls began to shutter around my cock. Feeling him contract around me like that was more then enough to bring me to the edge with him.
"That's right. Come for me baby." It was a strangled whisper; I was so high off our mutual pleasure I could barely speak.
"H-Hisoka." his chest heaved, and his bottom lip trembled. Heat pooled in my center, all of my senses suddenly zeroing in on every pleasurable sensation coming from our connection. Knowing we were about to come together, I deepened every thrust, relishing in the feeling of sinking balls deep into him. A shudder coursed through me and-
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I woke up startled, my mind wrapped in a hazy fog. I reached out to the other side of my bed, looking for that familiar ball of warmth so I could bring it in close. My wandering touch was met with cold sheets instead, no trace of another body anywhere. Panicked, I sat up quickly and searched the empty darkness of my bedroom. I was alone. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, my ears filled with a hollow ringing and each shuddering breath escaped me almost painfully. It only took a moment, one of the longest moments of my life, before reality came crashing back down onto me.
Delirious laughter pierced through the air, it sounded more like a dying animal then it did me. I sighed as I stared unseeingly at the empty sheets next to me. It had been three months, and still almost every night I dreamt of him. The dreams were so vivid, I could practically still feel him pressed against me, wholly lost in our passion. The first time it happened I was such an emotional mess afterwards that I almost went to the place I buried him just to make sure he really was still gone.
Everything ached inside me as I sat on my bed, only half a night's sleep under my belt. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, not after that. Another sigh, and I swung my legs over my side of the bed before heading to my closet. I bristled as I searched through my clothing before deciding it didn't really matter what I wore. I grabbed the next outfit my fingers touched, changing quickly so I could do something more productive.
As I entered the living room, I drew my hand up and felt along the wall until I found the smooth plastic of the light switch. Spots danced in front of my eyes when the lights flicked on causing me to blink reflexively. I walked over to the small, leather couch positioned in front of the flat screen TV in the living area and sat down. While suppressing a yawn, I leaned over the coffee table so I could grab my laptop and continue my research.
Over the past few months, I successfully managed to locate and eradicate well over half of Righteous Destiny's followers. After Go- after his death I dedicated myself to finding and killing every last one of those pathetic insects but like all things in life, the task proved to be more difficult then I anticipated. Most of the acolytes I was able to get ahold of were lower ranked foot soldiers. They were like cockroaches; you kill a bunch of them just to find twice as many coming out of the woodwork to take their places.
Iori has been an incredibly helpful part of my search, though I'll never admit that to him. He had to dissociate himself from their ranks and go into hiding after the rescue operation which led most of his information to be obsolete. Regardless, he had more to offer me then anyone else, so I continued my search under his advisement.
Just last week I made my first major kill. I was about ready to give up on Iori until his information had led me to the doorstep of one of their leaders. It was another underground operation, heavily embedded in a weapons trafficking ring. Her underlings were heavily armed, but I easily outclassed them in every way. I disposed of the twenty or so of them, leaving the wretch in charge for last. I could practically taste her fear as I slowly approached her, my boots splashing along the pools of blood collecting across the dirt floor. The room was painted in red, the smell of death lingered delightfully in the air. Her nen ability was nothing special. She could release calming pheromones into the air, subduing most opponents and even putting her weaker combatants to sleep.
Unfortunately for her, I was not an ordinary opponent. If anything, her ability made me feel more at peace with my decision to kill her. Her ruby eyes widened in alarm the moment she realized I could not be subdued. Useless words dropped pitifully from her lips, begging me to spare her. She even offered information on where I could find other cult leaders if I would only spare her life.
I laughed coldly at her pleas, mildly amused that she thought there was a chance in hell she could make a trade with me. "You will tell me everything you know regarding the whereabouts and locations of the hierarchy." Her mumbling ceased at my words and a glimmer of hope flashed across her features. She really thought she was going to make it through this alive. How quant. "In exchange, I'll make your death as quick as possible."
All hope left her as quickly as it had come, replaced by her pathetic attempt to barter with me again. "That… That's not what I'm offering. I will only give you information if you promise to- Ahh!" I rolled my eyes at her shrieks of pain that followed immediately after I pierced her right shoulder with a card.
"If that's all it takes to make you scream, then I'm afraid you are in for a long night." I made a show of aiming a second card at her other shoulder.
Using her uninjured side, she put her arm protectively across her body. "N- no! Please… just please don't hurt me!" Tears fell from her eyes as she pleaded with me. "I'll do anything."
This was too much. I threw my head back and roared with laughter, the sound echoing throughout the underground cavern. The idea that she had any say in her own fate was preposterous. Trash like her didn't get to make bargains with someone superior in every way such as myself. To make a point, I pierced her with my second card anyway, hoping her standing in this situation would become more apparent to her. She screamed and clutched at her other shoulder as her blood seeped from between her fingers.
Finally, that look I had been waiting for, the look of understanding and defeat washed over her and she whimpered quietly as she waited for my next move. "Now that we understand each other" I began, "You can tell me everything you know about where I can find the other members, including any helpful details of their abilities."
Taking a seat across from her, I crossed my legs and waited expectantly. I watched as the trails of blood soaked through her white and purple floral blouse. It wasn't as bad as it looked, and if she didn't satisfy me, I'd be sure to introduce her to exactly how bad it could get.
In the end, she told me everything she knew. She told me about how the cult was split into six parts: crisis management, security and discipline, recruiting, weapons trafficking, drug trafficking, and the circle of elders. Each section worked mostly independently of the others, and only shared information as necessary. The only section that truly knew everything was the circle of elders. I already knew this much from what Iori had told me, but I let her explain it anyway in case Iori had missed something. Eventually, we got to the good part, where she told me she worked closely with drug trafficking because their work often overlapped, and she knew where their next operation would be located.
After I was satisfied she had told me everything she knew, I kept to my end of the agreement. I offered her a swift death, removing her head so quickly she hadn't realized anything had happened until it was too late. I stared into her lifeless eyes, unable to quell the shudder that racked through me from the sight. Death doesn't faze me, but that glossed over dead look that I used to love now just reminds me of him. Of the empty way his eyes looked at me. Some things were best left forgotten.