Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply. Hunter X Hunter is a manga
made by the great Yoshiro Togashi who had been my eternal mentor ever since the
creation of YYH (yes, from all the brilliant manga authors out there,
Togashi-sama will always be the #1 in my list *nod nod*). No money is made in
the creation of this fanfic.
Warnings: Various lime scattered here and there, and a tad bit of mild lemon
(I swore I'll never write another lemon again XP). Most definitely YAOI.
Hey, look. Hisoka. Leorio. With two definitely gorgeous bishounen at their
sides. What can anybody expect ^_~
Notes: I've decided that I'm not getting enough of these two wonderful
pairings, so I decided to create my own fanfic. Please bear with me though, this
is my first HxH fic ^_^' And my very first time to admit that a fic with lemon
in it is mine o.O Whoo, as they say, there's always a first time for everything.
I'm under-aged though, but don't tell *wide grin*. Comments, suggestions and all
sort of violent reactions are welcome. - kurapikasama@yahoo.com
Chapter 1 - Denial
He couldn't believe this.
He most definitely could NOT believe this.
Here he was, lying in a soft bed with silken sheets that all the more turned him on despite the fact that he couldn't believe what was happening. The bed covers were tangled all over him, wrapping their smoothness against his already sensitive skin. The sleekness of the fabrics did not help his current predicament and just elicited various moans of both pleasure and confusion from the submissive young assassin.
Without him knowing it, another low, blissful moan erupted from his throat, much to his dismay. His mind was pounding against his head over and over for the umpteenth time, telling him that this was wrong, that this was not supposed to happen. And not to mention the hell of a beating he's going to get once his family finds out. Not that he had ever been scared of those, but he wouldn't want to waste his time and energy trying to put up with all those whips and things his father would lay on him if ever something happened that was his doing.
But all these thoughts were set aside when he felt heated lips cover the base of his throat, the very same lips that had kissed and sucked against his ear and the skin underneath just a minute ago. His eyes closed shut, his mouth opening in a shape that definitely conveyed pleasure, but he still felt uneasy.
He didn't think anybody would believe it if ever they were told though. Illumi Zoldick, the infamous cold, emotionless assassin from the legendary family of the Zoldicks, easily under the control of a certain magician's charm and beauty, not to mention those powerful hands that expertly wandered around his almost lithe body, with his consent.
Illumi cursed inwardly at that admission. He was with somebody. A MAN for that matter. And of all people, Hisoka. He gritted his teeth at the thought, his eyes glazed and confused when he opened them. All these time, he had tried to wake up from this nightmare, not that it was entirely that. He wouldn't admit it, but both his body and his voice had been betraying him ever since they started.
He couldn't remember how he got there really. All he could remember was the playful expression Hisoka had when they first met once again after a long time. The handsome magician was wearing normal clothing for once. He thought that it could be because of the fact that they were in the city, he guessed the man didn't want too much attention for some reason, not that Hisoka was the kind who'd mind attention at all.
Their meeting seemed a coincidence well enough. He had gazed appreciatively on the familiar form of the red-haired man before the other finally knew he was there.
The magician had his hair down, its flaming red hue set down soft and naturally, framing his pale face beautifully. The trademark face paint was all gone, which only made him more beautiful to look at. Not that the face paint was bad either, he knew from the first time he saw Hisoka that no matter what he wore, he still looked good.
He wore a long black coat that clung to his shoulders and slim waist before falling in a beautiful half arch underneath him. It was cold, which may explain the coat, but he swore that the coat looked too beautiful for the redhead that it could even look good on him despite hot weather and not at all ridiculous.
A thin white shirt and a pair of plain black pants that clung suggestively on those long legs were what lay underneath that coat, which he later found out after he heard the bolt of a door's lock and the closing hush of dark curtains. Why he even came with Hisoka in his hotel room was beyond him, and his memory. All he could remember was that by the time he had turned back to see what was going on, he had been trapped between the coldness of the room wall and the heat of a well-muscled body and soft lips pressed hard against his own.
His first thought was to shove Hisoka away, or to use violence if the damned guy was too strong, which he definitely was. But the next thing he knew, his own hands started to rest lightly on the other man's chest, only to creep up all the way around his neck. And soon after, he found his own hands betraying him as he started pulling on the magician himself, lips and tongues meeting up in the deep oblivion that was their own hunger and passion. He was drowning in this sea of bliss, drunk with every time that he would feel Hisoka's lips sucking on his, dizzy against the sweetness that he never thought the magician could ever own.
He was losing his mind. And by the time his mind decided to at least kick in and let him realize what was happening, he was on a soft bed, crushed underneath the weight of a man that rained hundreds of wild kisses on him.
He didn't know where this sudden hunger for the mysterious magician came from. Not to mention that he had kept wondering why. He was a member of the Zoldick family, trained to resist any sort of physical pain or need, a person void of any emotion and desire for anything. He doesn't care about anything or anybody unless the family name and fortune comes to mind.
But this definitely had nothing to do with family, or money whatsoever. This was pure longing and a physical drive that he would oftentimes curse every time his thought would shift to the red-haired man during his training.
And with those thoughts in mind, all the questions left unanswered, he gritted his teeth beneath the kisses that Hisoka planted on him, marking his momentary possession and dominance over the young man. Illumi bit his lower lip to suppress another upcoming moan, but failed heavily when he felt Hisoka rubbing himself against him, an unfamiliar but not at all unknown hardness against his groin. His body arched in pleasure at that wild sensation, an uncontrolled groan escaping him. He turned his face to one side to bury all his heated moaning to the softness of the pillow as he tried to catch his breath.
He heard a faint laughter. "What's wrong? Can't take it?" asked a playful voice, which he all knew and detested, yet loved to hear at the same time. Hisoka leaned down against him and brushed a light kiss on the whiteness of his neck, his tongue coming up to brush its tip lightly against the part he had just kissed. "Want me to stop? I can always stop if you just ask me to."
Illumi didn't miss the challenge in that teasing voice, and it only caused him to grit his teeth. He could've easily said a cold "yes", which in normal terms would've been an easy thing to do. But after all those kisses, touches, teases...no, this was not a normal situation. He was human; with the heart and mind of a skilled assassin, but human nonetheless. He never had such kind of pleasure when he was young, as young as Killua or Miruki, and wasn't at all aware that such a thing could've existed since he had been trained to be void of any physical feeling, may it be pain or this.
"Damn you," was all the young Zoldick could say, his hands clenching on the bed covers as Hisoka bent down to suck on the skin of his left shoulder. He felt the other's hand close in on his, coiling his long fingers into his own.
But he did not make a move to take his hand away.
Another shrill laugh. "What's that? Did you say something?" he asked, his voice teasing him even more at his own show of compliance. A grin was fixed on Hisoka's face when he finally bent down to let his lips travel down the pale boy's neck, down to his chest. He planted various kisses there as well, all the while trying to ignore the throbbing wanton need that he felt between his legs. The expression this young, and usually expressionless, Zoldick had was priceless, and he was willing to suppress his own desires until Illumi would finally submit to him with his whole will.
As for Illumi, he knew he'd be falling down the edge of sanity sooner or later. But still, he tried to hold back all the feelings that Hisoka would expertly elicit from him, wanting to keep his line of thought and pride with his own power and body. But much as he tried to deny it, he knew he'll only drive himself mad if he continued to push him away. If he lost the feel of that body against his, he knew he'd only go insane and yearn for it more and more.
He didn't want to admit it, but he knew. He knew he wanted it.
He knew he wanted Hisoka.
End of chapter 1
A/N:
Wow...this lime part went longer than I thought @.@ I was more on
planning to put Kurapika and Leorio in the first chapter already. But goodness,
to try and shove Illumi the fact that he wanted Hisoka was a hard thing to do
o.O Anyway, thank you for those who had the time to read ^_^ This is an attempt
on a HxH fanfic, whether or not I'm continuing it depends on the feedback I'll
be getting, so...er, there ^_^'