Mask of Innocence

Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply. Hunter X Hunter is a manga made by the great Yoshiro Togashi. No money is made in the creation of this fanfic.
Warnings: The usual YAOI warning ^_^ And Hisoka's hentai-ness warning too XP Hehe, I love this guy! ^.^
Notes: Okay! I came up with the plot already! *heaves very heavy sigh* I knew I won't be able to take writing a plotless lime ^_^' Thank you to those who are reading this, feedbacks are greatly appreciated! =^.^=
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Chapter 2 - To Smile Behind The Lies

"Leorio?"

It was a familiar voice he painfully knew, and he had it etched and memorized in every corner of his mind that sometimes he swore he could hear him calling his name over and over. In his dreams, he could gaze in those lovely eyes of radiant blue, to let himself drown in their intensity as they looked back at him with an irrefutable sparkle. In dreams, he could touch that smooth, creamy skin, to bask in its heavenly feel as it lay in contact with his body. In dreams, he could smoothen those soft strands of bright blonde hair, to brush it away from masking those magnificent eyes so they can look back at him with a smile glowing from that beautiful, feminine face.

"Hey, Leorio."

But it was tragic to say that all those things can only happen in his wildest fantasies, for whenever he would try to show at least a glimpse of what he felt to the younger boy, the other would always back away. All those small gestures Kurapika would show him all lead to one simple thing: rejection.

Leorio was never the type who would be so patient, and it didn't come out as a surprise when he finally decided to at least show Kurapika what he truly felt, more boldly than he would normally dare to. There were those tiny little moves he would pull, like reaching out to at least be able to hold his hand, the casual comments about how he looks, the almost impossible favors he'd do just to make the other boy smile. All of these were done with nothing but pure longing, and love, and a pledge of eternal slavery if only Kurapika would allow him.

But he never did. Every time Leorio would go near him to do something as simple as a mere touch, Kurapika would step away and would put himself in a position wherein the other man wouldn't be able to touch him. He couldn't be so naive as to not know what those things that Leorio do mean, but the other man supposed it was because Kurapika was uncomfortable around those kinds of things.

And so he decided to stay away, to just deify his proclaimed god that had been Kurapika from afar. He would do as he did before, without the silly, childish moves to get closer anymore. He would just stay there beside him, to at least get a glimpse of the young boy's presence, to just be able to know that he was all right.

That was how he devoted himself to him. And that was how he still was then.

"Leorio," this time, Kurapika finally looked over his shoulder to face Leorio, one eyebrow raised in question as he looked at his companion. "Hey, are you there?"

Leorio had to shake his head to wake himself up, and to stop his endless self-rants and just will himself to look at the young Kuruta. "Uh, yeah? What is it?" he asked, his own eyebrows rising innocently as he looked at him.

Kurapika frowned. "I've been calling for you but you don't seem to respond. Are you all right?" he asked, a concerned look crossing his angelic face as he fully turned to face him.

No. I'm right here watching your every move, ready to kiss the ground you walk on, but you go around as if you don't see anything and you ask me if I'm all right?!

But Leorio only nodded instead. "Of course I'm all right, why wouldn't I be?"

He wondered if Kurapika noticed the lie in that statement. He wondered if the younger boy could sense the hesitation in his voice, wondered if he could feel the pain in every word.

Kurapika nodded and all hopes seem to tumble down in front of the doctor yet again. "If you say so," came the polite reply, and he turned ahead once again, turning his back to Leorio and continued to look into the store window.

Leorio watched with a sigh as Kurapika started to admire the latest computer models, reading aloud the advantages a Hunter can get if ever he would decide to purchase one. Of course, Leorio knew that Kurapika would never buy such things, he was always the practical one who would be happy enough to just have something that would be of definite use to him. But he did not at all hesitate to admire those that deserved admiring, that was for sure.

After Kurapika finished looking around, he nodded to Leorio for them to continue on. Leorio would keep on stealing glances of the blue-eyed boy beside him from time to time, repeatedly asking himself if Kurapika was really that insensitive or was doing a good job hiding his reactions to Leorio's feelings. For whatever reason, it disappointed Leorio to no end, and wondered if self-pity really was pathetic if one would be given the same situation like his.

He didn't want to push Kurapika to anything he doesn't want to. But what could be so wrong about asking him to at least let him show him how much he truly cared?

* * * * *

Hisoka glanced at his companion for what seemed to be the hundredth time, but the young assassin still looked the same. Cold. Emotionless. Very much different from what he would be whenever he was under the spell conjured up by the magician every time they were alone.

He smirked, running his tongue slowly on his lips, probing his well-trained senses to catch the sweet taste of the assassin on them. He found it of course, the taste oh so maddeningly sweet and addicting that he would've whimpered if only he didn't catch himself. The memory of just a single kiss caused too much of a pleasure to him that his eyes drifted closed, his mind already drunk from the sheer thought of it.

He decided that he wanted to play around with his little lover for a while, to make him want him as much as he wanted him. A small smile graced the magician's lips as he watched Illumi from behind, his eyes roaming appreciatively on that graceful body before he made his move.

The weather was somehow colder than usual, and Hisoka made this as a reason to stay closer to his young lover. Long, slender fingers moved from the confines of leather gloves to lock themselves on the thick-clothed arm of Illumi, clutching it to a well-muscled chest beneath layers of clothing. The magician could feel his lover tensing at such a small move, and it all the more intensified how he felt towards the usually blank-eyed Zoldick. Didn't Illumi know that every time he moves away, it only made Hisoka want him more?

Apparently not, the magician supposed. He watched Illumi glare at him through ink-black eyes, the arm struggling away despite the tight hold he had locked around it. But Hisoka seem to be stronger, and won their little tug-of-war, earning himself a compliant young man's arm to hold onto while waiting for the light across the street to turn green. He didn't really like waiting, and he would've gladly crossed with no care at all for any other pedestrian or motorist, but having Illumi around made him a thousand-folds more patient and content with everything else.

All he wanted was his lover, and his lover alone.

The sidewalk was getting crowded, shoulders bumping against shoulders, faces of people scowling and wincing here and there. It wouldn't really matter what they did, nobody would seem to care. And thus thought of, Hisoka's smile grew as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose under his companion's ear, sucking on the soft earlobe before moving behind it to lick the sweet skin, loving the smell of Illumi's skin and hair all together.

He felt the younger man shiver beneath his ministrations, but he knew it in himself that stopping was the last thing Illumi wanted him to do. Hisoka could hear Illumi's low hissing as the assassin gritted his teeth, fighting back the urge to groan back and lean towards the magician's embrace.

It wasn't difficult to read the younger male's actions, because even if his eyes still kept their cold distance, Hisoka could see the small fire growing somewhere deep inside the ebony darkness, a place most people won't be able to see. He had come to know how Illumi hid himself, and how he still lived up to his family's name, and somehow broke through such barriers to see more inside the young Zoldick.

Feeling Illumi's restraint, Hisoka insisted in at least eliciting even just a small response. One hand let go of the other, only to crawl up to Illumi's arm and shoulders, down his chest and under the coat, exploring the well-toned muscles through the thin shirt. Skillful fingers played around the already sensitive skin, even through the clothing, inching lower and lower every time the assassin whimpered.

But everything came to an end when Illumi pulled away, his feet moving forward at the first glimpse of the green light. He left Hisoka amongst the crowd, staring at his retreating back, and he moved around the gaps between other people to get to the other end as fast as he could without a second's glance back.

But Hisoka didn't mind. He smirked as he watched Illumi's walk away, marveling the grace the boy still had despite the uneasiness he must be feeling by then. He may be cold and an expert assassin, but nevertheless, he's still human. And Hisoka wants him, ever since the beginning.

And the assassin wants him back.

And that's all the assurance he'll ever need to know to be able to break through the other boy's lies.

End of chapter 2

A/N:
*blinks* Does this thing make any sense at all?! o.O Sorry for making it a bit pointless on the first two chapters, the story will come in probably in the third chapter. Thank you for reading! ^^