A million stars shined over her skin as she fought the last man standing. Little gemstones shaped like teardrops covered her collarbone; little beads of sweat all over her skin. They all glistened according to the movements of her body: breasts moving up and down forcefully inside the tight dress, legs holding their ground, bloody hands preparing her mortal threads to attack.
Hisoka was mesmerized by Machi, as he always was. Ever since he felt her delicious aura and the exquisite touch of her thin lines against his skin. Ever since he tasted them with his tongue. He couldn't help but crave the taste of her; as bitter as she treated him, as sweet as her stare was sometimes when she thought he wasn't looking, as hot and cold as her demeanour. The thought of devouring her whole made him obsessed.
He would walk straight to her opponent, slit his throat open with one hit and take her by the waist without hesitating. And kiss her. Lips, mouth, tongue joining together in a feverish dance. Lick her sweat and drink her saliva, giving her his blood smudged on his face as exchange. Cut her with his teeth so their blood could mingle and they could live inside each other, running through their veins to their hearts.
Forever, in that moment.
Because Hisoka's obsessions never outlived his accomplishments. It wouldn't be different this time. He needed just a taste, a single night relishing those violent feelings that emanated from her body. Under her skies, he could count all of her stars until she became a peaceful, cool morning of nothing but a boring blue hue. And it would be done.
He would be free to focus solely on his main goal, as he should.
It all seemed like the perfect plan in his reveries. But he didn't walk to her, didn't kill her opponent, didn't kiss her without hesitation. He stood there watching instead. How skillfully she dominated the fight, light and fatal like a true spider.
He knew that the man couldn't feel a thing when her dainty threads enveloped him. He only noticed them when his vital points were constricted by her nen. Everything that kept him alive slipped away against his will but under her control. Machi had him dying squirming and moaning in pain and despair, without showing any emotion. Why would she? Killing was just routine.
But for as much as she held her victims coldly and impassively, Hisoka knew there was a fervor inside that moved her. Her passion, underneath all of her reasoning, was so enticing.
This is why he liked screwing up his missions with her. So that when the last body dropped lifeless on the floor, she would come to him filled with rage. Bloodlust pouring from every inch of her body along with sweat. A great spice to add to her salty, bittersweet flavor, he imagined.
"Are you out of your mind?" She stepped over a body, her burning eyes getting closer to his eye level. "We weren't supposed to kill anyone, you idiot! How will we get rid of all these bodies without Shizuku?"
"Does it even matter?" He studied her anger while feigning calmness. Inside he was a fountain of torturous, unstoppable lust. "We've got the prize, you're a ghost to this world and I don't care about cops finding my fingerprints. I just wanted us to have some fun together."
He smiled. She crossed her arms and huffed. The stars on her collarbone shined brightly with the movement of her chest. He could tell she would fight him right there with all her strength if she could. But Chrollo didn't allow internal fights.
Hisoka wondered how many desires like that were piled up inside of her. Stillborn sparkles that could never turn to fire, but never ceased to exist either. To light them up would be a pleasure he couldn't even begin to describe.
"Your idea of fun is as twisted as you are," she rolled her eyes and turned her back on him. Unfortunately, she was trying to ease her appetizing bloodlust. Machi walked away slowly, unconcerned, immune to his ever-present ominous aura.
A drop of sweat rolled down between her shoulder blades, dying on the back neckline of her dress. She didn't seem to feel it, but he did. He rested his hands on his hips and followed her, mimicking her indifferent pace. They were now walking through the bodies, around twenty men and women in gala clothing, like they were. Nothing changed in the world with their deaths. Nothing for Hisoka or Machi, at least. Life would be the same if they were alive as well. But he had more reasons to start a killing spree than being a good, obedient boy.
"Thought us spiders could take what we want, no matter how twisted our ways," he maliciously said, getting no reaction from her. "Why don't you do the same?"
"Who told you I don't?" Machi stopped in her tracks and turned to glare at him. Behind her, a huge and fancy glass waterfall under golden lights.
She looked stunning framed by that ethereal background.
"I know you don't," he touched her hair, gently slipping some strands behind her ear. She didn't flinch, as she could. She didn't move. She only batted her eyelashes and moved her eyes to the direction of his hand. "Lying is natural to transmuters like us… but lying to yourself is no good. I wonder why you hide so many things from yourself…"
When he pulled back his hand, there was a huge diamond between his fingers.
Something colored her face violently. The corner of his lips curled up slightly. He knew what made her heart race and her blood rush.
The sparkles.
"Shut up," she snatched the diamond from his hand, fingers clashing against his without a care. "This is not a toy."
Blood smudged the surface of the precious gem now in her possession, stealing its light. The same fresh hot blood marking his fingers after her touch. Hisoka had noticed how her hands were painted in red, but he thought it was from her opponents.
He didn't think twice before taking both her hands on his under her protest. She tried to escape his grip, but he had to analyze her palms carefully, although she was still holding the diamond in one of them.
"You're hurt," he concluded in a serious murmur, peering every cut crossing her skin in vivid lines.
"It's nothing," she breathed annoyed, trying to pull her wrists back once again. "Hisoka, why do you think I usually wear gloves in missions?"
Machi rolled her eyes. He knew she didn't want him to be worried about her, but he wasn't sure what he was feeling was worry. She got hurt because she was unprepared for his whims but she was a strong woman, these were nothing but scratches, and even if they were something worse, why should he care? It was somewhat unpleasant to watch her blood dripping, however. He felt it was such a waste.
So he tasted it.
Bringing her hands to his mouth and lightly sucking the open cuts was a natural movement for him. But her eyes expressed at least three different feelings in less than a second. Shock. Rage. Something that brightened up her face in a more violent shade of red and veiled her eyes like water veiled the glass behind her. It looked an awful lot like lust. And he knew lust better than anybody else. His tongue flickered back and forth with zest right in the center of her free palm.
Her lust. How delightful.
The myriad of emotions that took her face like he had never seen before delayed her body response. A deep, loud breath. A harder pull of her wrists, turning her skin whiter beneath his fingers. A frustrated whimper.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was full of fire, like her eyes. Like herself.
He couldn't help but put her thumb inside his mouth, feeling her applying some pressure on his tongue, her nail slightly scratching him. He moaned before sliding the short length of her digit through his closed lips until it was completely free with a pop.
"Don't you know saliva has healing properties?" Hisoka smiled sweetly, caressing her wrists with his thumbs.
"I don't want your saliva for this!" She looked away pouting, but when he pulled her closer, forcing her to take a step towards him, her eyes hit his with such an honest impact his smile faltered for a moment.
He knew he could kiss her right now. Machi was so close he could breathe the air out of her lungs, her smell impregnating it felt amazing. But not just yet.
So his proud smile regained its strength right away.
"Oh? Do you want my saliva for what then?" He murmured, and watched goosebumps rise on her arms.
"Hisoka, don't," her voice was low, as well as her eyelids. She glared at him through slits, chin high, so ready to be bitten.
"Why not?" He pulled her hands closer to his lips one more time. "I want you, and I know you want me too..." his tongue licked the side of her right hand, "we can just take each other right now..."
Then his lips parted, to close around the diamond in her hand. He took it from her while the metallic taste of her blood flooded his mouth again as the surface of the stone became cleaner.
Her eyes followed his every move, languid as they were in that reddish frame that was her beautiful face. And without hesitation, much to his own surprise, her lips smashed against his, softer than he ever thought they could be, heavenly as ambrosia. Food for the gods, blessed in stars. Hisoka let go of her hands to hold her closer by her tiny waist, fingers touching the sweat right above her back neckline, but she didn't let them burn. The stars, the sparkles, or themselves. She simply sucked the diamond out of his mouth and broke the kiss to give it back to her hand.
"This is not a toy," she emphasized again, a very slight, almost imperceptible smug smile playing in her lips kissed by their blood mingled together.
He gave her a whole second while staring at her in awe, on which she could have run. Maybe she should have run. But she didn't. The sweat on her skin, the gemstones around her neck, the diamond in her palm, the water falling ceaselessly behind her. Little pieces of a fiery sky inviting him to its paradise.
Could he deny it?
He knew the answer. The answer was never.
Lips clashed violently, tongue slipping so naturally inside her pretty little mouth he wondered if this moment was written in his own stars since the day he was born. They danced together magnificently, the longing to discover what mysteries were hidden inside these two guided them in the same rhythm. The same thirst. The same need for each other's taste. His voice vibrated deeply in their kiss and he tightened their embrace so she could no longer part. It was too late. He would kiss her for as long as he wanted.
And there was no limit to that. He wanted her without an end.
Soon he felt Machi failing in keeping her hands to herself. She needed to grab his face, to bury her fingers in his hair, to hold on to him like a lifeboat to someone who's drowning. And by doing this, she let the diamond fall between them.
The sudden, subtle sound rang a dreadful realization in his mind, however.
This… she is not a toy.
The stars that shined for him on her, so precious, dainty, alluring, were also infinite. Uncountable. Maybe, just maybe, Machi would never be a boring blue morning, but always a paradise of blazing emotions, holding him as strongly as her legs when they wrapped his waist without warning. Each and every single one of her sparkles, he had to find and light them all. And it was a mission for more than one night. So much more than just a few hours.
He was so lost in her.
And still, he followed willingly to his perdition.
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