Author's Notes:
PAIRINGS: Leorio/Kurapika (Leopika). Hisoka/Kurapika (Hisopika). Leorio/Cheadle.
RATING: Mature. Violent content. Sexual content.
SPOILERS? Yes, until chapter 390 of the Hunter x Hunter manga by Yoshihiro Togashi. You may want to click off until you've caught up with the Succession War Arc, or have decided that you don't care. I do attempt to explain the context for the uninitiated.
Chapter 34: Games with no names
As they're walking away from Leorio, Hisoka can sense the anxiety and rage radiating in waves from Kurapika. Hisoka doesn't bring this up, and neither does he complain as his boyfriend wanders around the hallways of the third tier, seemingly without purpose or direction, until they come upon a deserted corridor.
Kurapika bends Hisoka over and fucks him against the wall. He's slow for the first minute or so, but once he knows that Hisoka can take it, he thrusts hard. Hisoka sucks in a sharp breath, and his fingers scrabble against the wall in front of him, seeking purchase but finding none.
"Can't wait anymore?" Hisoka is struggling to keep his voice level despite the beating behind him. "These doors — any of them can open, at any moment."
"Why are you complaining?" Kurapika asks him. "You like doing it in public, don't you?"
Not as much as Kurapika does, apparently. Hisoka doesn't voice this sentiment out loud. He can't. His lover's fucking him with reckless abandon now, and the slight discomfort that Hisoka is feeling edges closer and closer to outright distress.
Hisoka considers calling out the word that can end this, but just then Kurapika yanks back his fiery hair to kiss his mouth. Hisoka catches a glimpse of the scarlet glare, and the safeword snags in his throat.
Kurapika then shoves Hisoka's head back down and resumes fucking him. Rougher.
Hisoka is thinking back to the previous times when Kurapika was in this type of mood — dark and impenetrable. He seems to detect a pattern there. Kurapika is only this violent during sex when there's something that he's trying to deny, or something that he's attempting to prove to himself.
Right before his climax, Kurapika pulls out. His cum splatters all over Hisoka's back.
Hisoka tries to stand up at this point, but Kurapika keeps him down. "Hang on. I need to clean you up." Kurapika starts to wipe off Hisoka's skin with a handkerchief. "Fuck. I came a lot."
For his part, Hisoka is just glad that it's over. He even takes on his usual teasing tone. "Why didn't you do it inside me? You know I love it when you mess me up."
"No time for indulgences like that." Kurapika pulls Hisoka up and straightens up his boyfriend's disheveled clothing. "We're going on a date."
Even though he was flaccid for the entirety of Kurapika's surprise sex session, the blood rushes to Hisoka's crotch now. He hoots in excitement. "Another date already? I knew it! You've developed quite a taste for these games, haven't you?"
The next critter they manage to find is a big one. A giant, really. The insect attempts to pummel them with projectiles from its fingertips, but Hisoka and Kurapika dart away easily from his blasts.
When the insect takes a moment to deflect the flurry of cards that Hisoka hurls toward its face, Kurapika wastes no time. He flings out his right arm and binds the insect into submission using Chain Jail.
Its mouth won't submit, though. Like Number 5 before it — who kept up a steady stream of vulgarity until Hisoka pried out its guts, both literally and metaphorically — this new target has a few choice words for both Hisoka and Kurapika. Kurapika flicks his right hand, and the chains snake up, clamping over the insect's lips.
Kurapika meets the critter's stare with scarlet fire. He won't back down, won't reveal a sliver of doubt. Not even when his head begins, inevitably, to throb.
When Kurapika wakes up the next morning, he's in the employees' bedroom of the 14th Prince's quarters, naked underneath the sheets. Hisoka is lying over the sheets beside him, also fully in the nude.
When Hisoka notices that Kurapika is awake, he smiles and starts to fondle himself. "Good morning, beautiful."
Kurapika sits up. "You didn't touch me after I collapsed, did you?"
"No, but you better believe that it was difficult to hold myself back. I've been waiting the whole night for you to open those exquisite eyes." Hisoka rolls on top of Kurapika and holds him down by his wrists. "You looked so fucking delectable, sinking your fist into Franklin, again and again."
"Didn't I already warn you? You can't say any names when we're playing these games."
"No names? Can I at least call your name when I'm gushing inside you?"
Kurapika groans as Hisoka slips inside him. Looks like Hisoka wasn't kidding when he claimed to be waiting all night for this.
Hisoka grunts. "You're damn tight. I've been too lenient with you lately, letting you abuse my hole whenever you need to relieve your frustration. You better not forget who's on top here."
"Remind me, then. Show me why I should submit to you."
So Hisoka does. Keeping Kurapika in place by the waist, Hisoka drives his dick inside him with long and savage strokes.
Kurapika tries not to scream, but Hisoka keeps smashing against the same impossibly sensitive spot, scrambling him up deep inside. Unable to hold back, Kurapika throws a pillow over his own face to drown out the desperate noise clawing up his throat.
Hisoka grumbles in annoyance. "Don't. I want to see. Want to hear you come for me."
Once the pillow is ripped away, Kurapika grabs Hisoka's face and kisses him hard. He moans against Hisoka's mouth as he feels himself ejaculate. He's still leaking a bit when Hisoka thrusts his deepest yet, and the hardness breaks inside.
Hisoka sighs his lover's name, sensually, as he comes. "Mm. Always feels like I'm melting when I'm spurting inside you. You're so hot."
Hisoka pulls out his cock, but stays in his position on top of Kurapika's body, trailing drowsy kisses over Kurapika's neck.
Kurapika allows a few minutes to pass, then liberates himself from his boyfriend's weight above him. He reaches for the aspirin on the bedside drawer and washes down a handful of pills with a glass of water.
"Are you done melting yet?" Kurapika asks. "Let's go out."
"Don't tell me you want to date again? Kurapika, it's morning."
"We got lucky for the past couple of dates," Kurapika says. "Now that the critters are creeping out of their hidey-holes, it would be a waste to ruin the momentum, you know?"
"What about breakfast?"
"If you can show me a fun time, I'll get you whatever you want."
He's always wanted to see what lies underneath all that linen, Hisoka muses aloud as he unfurls the bandages from the broken body beneath him. Hisoka's eyes light up in fascination as the critter's true appearance is revealed, but just as quickly dull in boredom.
Declaring his curiosity satiated, Hisoka holds up two fingers, with the Ten of Clubs poised between them. "Any last words?" Hisoka inquires.
Predictably, the insect coughs up a swear word or two. These insects all believe they're being original when they leave the world as dirty as the day they were born, but in the end they're all the same. Hisoka presses the tip of the card against the tattooed spider. The skin breaks, and blood oozes out.
Kurapika briefly turns away from their other captive, who is securely chained, to speak to Hisoka. "You've tormented that one enough. We should move on."
"One more minute." Using the sharpened Ten of Clubs, Hisoka saws the etched spider in half, then in quarters. Of course, the dark liquid that flows from this endeavor is copious.
"Hisoka. . . ." There's a warning in Kurapika's tone.
When Hisoka glances up from his work, he sees that his partner is pinching the bridge of his nose and breathing fast. Hisoka takes this as his cue to break the neck of Number 10. He then stands up to face the next one — the woman.
Although the Three of Clubs is tucked ready behind his ear, Hisoka doesn't make any definitive moves against his next supposed victim. Hisoka merely smiles and takes his sweet time shuffling his deck. In a flash, Kurapika realizes that Hisoka is actually hesitant about dealing with her.
Just this once, then. Kurapika steps in front of Hisoka and dispatches the Judgment Chain. He doesn't think he's imagining Hisoka's sigh of relief behind him.
Kurapika has met enough of these vermin to have realized by now that they will never give up the locations of their kin. In the face of his unyielding interrogation, the price for such fruitless and misplaced loyalty can only be a one-way ticket to hell.
The Stake of Retribution thus claims its third life. Chain Jail deactivates, and Kurapika's temples are pounding worse than ever before.
Kurapika stumbles to the corner of the ransacked cabin, sinks to the floor and holds his head between his knees, willing himself to hold on to consciousness.
A shadow looms over Kurapika. It's Hisoka, who's asking to borrow a pen. Kurapika reaches into the inner pocket of his blazer, and his chained fingers graze against a bottle. He's almost forgotten that he's taken it along for today's date.
Kurapika hands Hisoka a fountain pen. "What are you planning to write?"
"I'm leaving a love letter for Danchou. If he won't come and face us himself, we'll keep plucking out his limbs, one by one, until he can only crawl to us, legless, to beg for our forgiveness. He's been warned." With his usual flair for the dramatic, Hisoka uses Number 10's blood as ink. He inscribes the message on the Three of Clubs before placing the card in its proper position on the newest corpse.
Kurapika unscrews the cap of the bottle from his pocket, pours pills onto his palm, then tosses them back. He does this a second time, for good measure. Without water, the medicine doesn't go down easily.
Hisoka raises an eyebrow at him. "Should we drop by the pharmacy again?"
Kurapika shakes his head. "This bottle should last me a couple more days." Kurapika pushes the fountain pen away when Hisoka attempts to return it. "Keep it. Consider it an extremely advanced anniversary gift."
"Well, aren't you the sweetest."
Kurapika rises to his feet. For a second, he feels like he might be fine after all, then his knees give way like the last time. He falls backward, out like a light.
