Hisoka pulled his head back but Chrollo's grip never budged. It had been over a minute without air and his vision was starting to blur. He could barely make out those dark piercing eyes. Chrollo's smile held so much malice in it.
Turning red Hisoka struggled against the strings binding. He knew he couldn't break them but maybe he could shake Chrollo off him.
"I'm disappointed Chrollo. I thought he put up a better fight." Machi said.
Hisoka had forgotten about the other Troup members.
"Let's chop him up. Uvogin and Pakunoda must be avenged." By the time Feiten finished speaking in his usual slow way, Hisoka turned purple.
Chrollo hadn't moved his attention from Hisoka; the way the other was gasping for breath, how his skin changed shades to a pretty violet and sweat rolled down his cheeks. It was all sickly satisfying to watch. He squeezed harder wanting more than just the visual show. He wanted to hear the traitor wheeze and moan in pain.
He was so concentrated on the sight he didn't notice when several playing cards cut Machi's threads. He did feel when Hisoka punched him straight in the jaw. Luckily the clown hadn't use Ren so the direct blow didn't kill him. It just dropped him on the floor.
Before anyone could react a smoke bomb was thrown at the group. By the time Chrollo recovered from the hit, the fumes were cleared and Hisoka was gone. Nobunaga and Phinks helped him up.
"How did he get away?"
It was that brat from before. I think his name was Gon." Phinks growled.
"I try kill clown" Feiten had his sword out and was fuming. He was so angry he couldn't form correct sentences. "But lightening snatch him" he kicked a nearby trash can. "Second more and he dead"
Chrollo rubbed his face, his cheek was already swelling. He was so focused on Hisoka he had forgotten to use his Ten. It was an incredibly embarrassing mistake. The worst part was he did it in front of his Spiders. Rage, wasn't strong enough to describe the anger he felt. Hisoka had played him again.
The glitter of one of Hisoka's playing cards caught his eyes. The razor card was embedded in the wall. The clown always took those with him thanks to his nen ability. He could use his Bungee gum technique to instantly gather them up after a fight.
Pulling the card out he examined it. The nen surrounding it wasn't Hisoka's. It was just as wild as Hisoka's but it was lighter and more natural. It also lacked the sense of danger that always accompanied the redheads nen. It reminded him of hiking in the mountains and feeling the fresh summer breeze wash over him. Hisoka's nen always gave off a sticky sensation that made most people shiver. On a good day it felt like an endless restlessness, like the roar of a crowd or an active volcano.
Something was off about this whole situation. Hisoka wasn't acting like himself. Chrollo had stared deep into those golden eyes. They were not filled with their usual mischief. Not once did Hisoka display an amused smirk or crooked grin. Despite his big talk he reeked of fear. The feeling was so strong even his nen was quivering
He liked seeing it. He liked it so much he didn't even realize that it was the first time he had seen Hisoka terrified. Fear and Hisoka were two things Chrollo thought were incompatible. The clown despite being an endless source of annoyance was admittedly very tough. He hardly showed signs of discomfort when experiencing extreme pain. Machi told him the man didn't even flinch when his limbs were cut off during one of his arena matches.
Now Chrollo could see how well Hisoka wore fear. Those honey eyes had opened wide, pupils dilating. Chrollo could see his reflection in those shaking orbs. Hisoka's lips looked so soft as they trembled and opened wide trying in vain to get just a breath of air. He was so helpless, so scared as Chrollo was slowly squeezing the life out of him.
Chrollo tried to remember how that slender neck felt. It happen so fast he hardly enjoyed it. He would love to do it again but in a more private environment. He could draw it out too. The feeling of that warm flesh between his fingers. He imagines dragging his nails down the porcelain skin, leaving bloody trails. He would press down hard on Hisoka's throat. This time he'd use both hands. The clown would whimper and squirm again, just like he did this time.
Just before Hisoka lost consciousness he would loosen his grip and let him breathe before pressing down again. Hisoka hands, robbed of nen, would uselessly pull at his own. They would be warm but not as warm as his neck. Chrollo would repeat the process for hours watching as tears pooled in the edge of those now puffy eyes and overflow down his cheeks. This part was a little harder to imagine since he had never seen Hisoka cry.
When he was satisfied he would let go and watch Hisoka crumble to the ground. The man would gasp for breath, his chest rapidly moving up and down. To exhausted to move he would look up at Chrollo with those beautiful fear-filled eyes.
Maybe than Hisoka would call him Danchou-chan again. He wouldn't mind then, especially if it was followed by pleas and begs. He would admire his work. Especially the purple and black marks he left on that once flawless neck. The color would look lovely on Hisoka's pale skin. He wondered if the clown already had bruises on his throat. Chrollo licked his lips. He wanted to see them. They must look beautiful.
"Chrollo?" Machi's voice snapped his back to reality. "Are you alright?".
He couldn't believe what he was thinking. How in the hell did he even think any part of Hisoka could be beautiful. How long had he been in that daydream? All his subordinates were looking at him weirdly. It wasn't till Machi's eye's slid down then quickly darted away that he understood the true horror of the situation. He was pitching a tent and a big one at that.
Quickly he covered himself with his jacket. It disgusted him that he had gotten turned on by the thought of Hisoka. Even if it was a fantasy about making him suffer.
"Is the boss a masochist?" Shizuku asked.
"Shhh" Shalnark warned.
Chrollo turned away from them to hide his blush. They thought he had got turned on from Hisoka punching him. This was much worst than the real reason, but he wasn't about to tell them that either.
"Not judging but just saying if he is, he and Feiten could work something out."
Its official, worst day ever. Chrollo would make sure Hisoka paid for this humiliation. Two times already the clown had made a fool of him today. He would make him scream and beg and... Chrollo's pants started to feel even tighter.
Pulling out his book he turned to a specific page. His nen surrounded the card. As if a gentle breeze was caring it, the card floated and twirled in the air.
"Come on, it is a tracking ability. The card will return to its owner."
"Murder clown" Feiten mumbled.
"Keep your guard up. Something was off with Hisoka" Machi warned.
