I just wanted to thank everyone that reviewed last chapter! It makes me so happy when I get to see what you guys are liking, whether you're still around, etc.
GirlMachinist: I'm so happy that you liked it. I kind of really enjoyed it too. It felt like the right turning point. And sorry but there's definitely more sexual tension in this chapter. But a good pay off next chapter - I swear!
StarklyRamie: I feel like it's gonna be just as hot this chapter too lol
UzuRunner: That's definitely the image I had when I was thinking about Hisoka's motives in the beginning as well too. So excited to be kind of moving on to this new phase.
Chapter 46
It would be a bad idea to go to Glam Gas. Minoru watched as I hauled another weight onto my bar. Heaven's Arena wanted their contestants to be more and more imposing the higher they got in the tower so they gave us rather luxurious gyms - all wide windows to make up the walls and areas sectioned carefully off for each of the different types of fighters to come in. The squat racks and weight benches were all a pristine black with barely any wear to be seen on the firm leather and steel.
Yes. Glam Gas would be a horrible detour in our new plans… but… I smirked, slapping on another 20 pounds before I clipped them into place. But so much fun.
Minoru's bottom lips pouted out, revealing a flash of his short lower row of teeth. A horrible idea for very little payoff.
I hid a pout of my own as I slid down into a squat, gripping the bar testingly in my palms before tightening up. Chalk was waiting just beside my racking area, but I had never particularly liked how it made my nose twitch in agitation and my throat feels dry. The callouses starting to harden my palms would protect me enough anyway.
You're right, I conceded after I finished with my set, rubbing at the aching tendons in my hands. Of course, you're right.
Minoru eyed me skeptically, shuddering a bit as a robustly built woman moved through him to the cardio area. Never can get used to that. His eyes narrowed as I combed back my sweaty mass of silver hair. Or this. You're being so… This - our dynamic right now - is new. I'm confused on… how long it will last.
The sentiment wasn't lost on me.
He was wondering when all that hatred bubbling inside of me would turn back to him, when I would finally bite into him and tear out a bit more of his compassion for me. I took off the weights, hauling them back to the stacks that they had come from. Maybe someday I would. Maybe someday, he would be the one to finally tear into me. I grinned, a morbid sense of self-loathing, just this side of self-destruction tingling along my insides.
When I caught my reflection back in the wide windows, that grin didn't look so much like a smile and more like a sad twist of my lips. Did I always look like that when I thought I was smirking?
I've disrespected you, I murmured through our bond, slowly and methodically taking apart my gear and putting it back where it belonged, grabbing wipes to disinfect it. I've diminished you and blamed you. It was easy to cast you as the villain in the beginning - when everything was going to shit so quickly. I swallowed down the swell of emotions at the memory of what used to be. I didn't look at Minoru as I rubbed down my hands. I'm sorry, Minoru. I won't treat you like that again.
I finally met his stunned gaze once more. The truth was that there was only so long that you could stick your head in the sand. Minoru was a gift - a gift given to me in the vilest way but one that I refused to take for granted any longer. I drifted closer to him, our bond blazing warmly, shivering through me. He and I were permanent. Whatever came Minoru and I would always be with each other - until the bitter, brutal end that I was sure would eventually come for me.
He slowly rose to his full height, towering over me in the suddenly small room. That silky, midnight blue ruffled slightly with the breeze created by the fan nearby, shivering around the deep, pulsing scarlet of his markings.
His eyes were hard, dark pebbles as he stared down his long maw at me, a silent determination hardening his face. I'm at your service, Mori Amori.
I could feel the sadness twisting my lips now. If only he had been given to someone better than me. I bowed my head slightly. And I'm at yours, Minoru Amori.
The trek back from the gym was a winding one filled with empty hallways. The truth was that the 200th floor didn't care all that much that they had nice rooms, nice amenities to waste their growing fortune on. Because once you reached this floor and above, you didn't get paid anymore. Now you fought for the fame, the glory. Both didn't allow you shopping sprees on the weekend. The kind of free time this place allowed you with the added boost of the ego trips that came in the higher levels was a dangerous cocktail. It made for quiet nights with dangerous sharks fleeing their tanks and only surfacing in the ring.
It had been another night of training, another night of barely learning anything from Minoru's new gifts before crawling back to my room in defeat. Generally, another night of being fucking pissed.
"You'll be fighting for honor here." My eyes slid to the main entrance, Minoru's ear twitching as we neared the main entrance to the 200th floor. The tired face of the primary greeter here tipped a bit to the side, paling as I drew closer.
I had been getting that reaction more and more lately. My smaller frame was starting to be more of a detriment than an asset. Like people could suddenly sense the creeping, bulky presence just over my shoulder, following silently in my wake. It was making fighting a bit more annoying. Wary opponents didn't make the same mistakes. They were getting harder to exploit.
"M-miss Amori." The greeter's messy purple hair were stuffed down by the tacky arena hat, her eyes widening in the way that a nervous animal would as it debated running or staying. I gritted my teeth against the annoying development, the markings on Minoru burning a bit brighter with my ire.
I could feel my nen responding to my darkening mood, snarling up like a wave ready to crash down on anyone nearby. I hadn't fought in a few weeks, hadn't seen Hisoka either. I could feel the pressure, the aggression pressing against my insides like fire, slowly getting more and more out of control the longer I kept it untended.
"Don't stop the welcome party on my…" I stopped, finally reaching the mouth of the hallway, and stopped as I finally realized who was being introduced to the floor. I blinked, unsure for a moment, taking in the two boys. I had known that Gon and Killua were here but… I had severely underestimated how long it would take them to advance.
Gon looked exactly as I remembered him, his hair a spikey green mass over a wide, open face that gave away every single little expression. He still wore that green bean outfit, high boots with a sturdy fishing pole strapped onto his backpack. Killua's face was a bit more guarded… but not by much. The unhappy lines of his pale face beneath the messy mass of his silver hair tensed as I froze. It felt like years that I had seen them - not from a distance, not from the safety of the stands but so close that I could finally think of them as more than little toys punching at blobs in the arena.
But no one could mistake the paling in both of their faces as they took me in, each taking a guarded step back as if instinct was telling them to get away. I watched them curiously, taking in the sweat that started to collect at their brows and wondering what they saw. Because I knew what I saw, Minoru's hulking form pressing to my back like a silent comforting wall. I saw fear. Fear in the way they swallowed around nothing. Fear in the way they hunched down a bit farther into themselves. Fear.
But just like that Gon was blinking, shaking off that gut instinct and forcing it down and I watched that too, marveling at the sheer willpower that action must have taken when he was so terrified only moments before. His face clouded over for a moment before he was grinning, taking a step forward in sudden excitement.
"Mori!" I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my own lips. I couldn't remember the last time someone had said my name with such joy. Gon's eyes darted around. "Where's Minoru?"
Minoru's soft huff of amusement ruffled the hair at my nape and I caught the way that Killua jumped with the unexplained movement. I smiled. "Around." I didn't move from my place at the mouth, something holding me back from stepping over that threshold to go to them. Not for the first time, I calculated their ages. So young. Too young? I wasn't really the one to debate that particular point. But how much did they know? I watched them closely, switching over so I could see their nen. Nothing. Were they hiding it? I blinked, redirecting my nen. "What about your friends? The one with the briefcase and the other sad one."
"Around," Gon mimicked me, his smile playful before it slipped away. His eyes went to Killua, something silent passing between them. For his part, the silver-haired boy was still looking at me like he was five seconds away from pushing me away from Gon and sprinting to safety. I couldn't help the feral smirk that I gave him, enjoying the startled look that simmered into open distaste. Gon's eyes flicked back to me, another silent debate waging inside him before he blundered forward. "Your brothers - Ichihiro - I heard that he was here…"
My insides went ice cold. It was an effort to keep my face neutral. It was strange hearing Ichihiro's name spoken so plainly. At some point, it had become a chant, a promise inside of me - something that shouldn't be spoken carelessly. And now… now it just felt like a curse.
I thought carefully over my answer, my features neutral. People had seen me running after him. I hadn't hid it at all and even though Hisoka had somehow cleaned up my mess and there had been no one sniffing around, I wondered how long that would last. I felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and I was beyond worried about how loud the echo would be.
My lips felt stiff, unnatural as I forced them up, eyes closing as I gave them a thin smile. "We met."
I could feel the chill at my words, the way that Killua instinctively moved closer to Gon, pressing a bit in front of him like I was about to sprint down the hallway and tear off both of their heads.
You're scaring them, Minoru observed, his words only a tad scornful as he watched them.
I don't think I'm the only one, I deliberated, tipping my head to the side. Could you go watch my next opponent, Minoru? I want to… talk to them.
His ears swiveled this way and that before he nodded, taking the long way to the arena as he slouched forward, sending the arena greeter skittering to the side in mute terror even though she looked like she was confused by her own actions. I was more interested in the boys in the hallway, though. More interested in the way that they lurched to the side, glancing around, hunching in on themselves as if they could feel the mass of Minoru moving past them, his maw cocking toward them as he kept a diligent eye on the pair.
Blind little ducks looking for the predator, he murmured, obnoxiously taking the elevator so that it dinged ominously, sliding open in a way that made all of the non-nen users in the hallway jump, jerking toward the ghostly occurrence. I rolled my eyes, watching as he slid into the empty space and rolled onto his haunches lazily. They don't belong here, Mori. You should let me scare them off before they get into a ring that will take one of their body parts.
I didn't reply, shifting my gaze back to the pale looking boys still staring at the closing elevator door. He had a point. I didn't particularly like the idea of Gon or Killua bleeding out on a concrete slab. Especially since I owed them for what they had done for Minoru in the hunter exams.
This could be my repayment.
"Mori darling~" The voice was a soft familiar purr, the body it belonged to appearing only a fraction of a second later at my back. Hisoka grinned down at me, his body hunching down so that he leaned a bit over my shoulder. His smile was filled with feral delight, his eyes dipping low as they took me in. "You're ruining my fun."
I blinked up at him, our last meeting flashing through my mind. Him on his knees. His hair curled around my fingers. A small, kindling flame flickered to life in my gut. I wondered how I could get him back on his knees today… My words were soft as I tipped my head back and to the side so that I could speak to him. "You have so many ways of entertaining yourself, Hisoka. Get creative."
That light in his honeycomb eyes flared, his teeth looking a bit sharper as I felt the hard press of his body against my back. "Oh, pet. I don't think you want to see that tonight~" His eyes lingered on me a moment longer, dipping down to my lips, a card flashing in through his fingers before he flicked his wrist and it was embedded into the floor just in front of Gon and Killua. Slowly, that gaze shifted from me to them.
If they had looked scared when I had appeared, they looked absolutely terrified now. Killua's calm demeanor had all but crumbled, sweat beading at his hairline as he gritted out a strained breath. Beside him, Gon looked just an anxious, taking in the way that Hisoka loomed over me like a lighthouse witnessing the demise of a ship approaching it's harbors.
"H-Hisoka," Killua stuttered out like he had to say it once to make sure that the scarlet-haired man behind me wasn't an illusion. "What are you doing here?"
I felt the low rumble of amusement travel along my spine, Hisoka's hip swaying to the side as he dragged a languid hand through his hair. His eyes darted to me, catching my open stare at the way that the muscles in his arm flexed and tensed with the simple movement. His smirk was a lazy, smug thing.
"It isn't that strange, is it?" he murmured, turning his attention back to Gon and Killua. "I love to fight and this is a temple devoted to the craft." His gaze slid to me, that smile kicking up with open heat. "Plus Mori's still here. Another one of my devotions."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He liked the way I fought. He liked the way I learned. He liked watching me crumble and rebuild.
And maybe I liked the way that he watched.
His head tipped to the side, his smile stilling into feral concentration as he eyed them. "The real question is, why are you here?" Killua went ramrod still, huffing out an uncertain breath as his eyes darted between the two of us. I had just planned on scaring them off. I dragged a hand through the sweaty clumps of my hair, the strands chilled in the air-conditioned hallway. "Just kidding~"
He wasn't. He slunk a bit closer, slipping around me so that he could fully encompass the mouth of the hallways entrance. Gon's eyes darted to me helplessly and for a moment I wavered between compassion and reason. The simple truth was that they weren't prepared for the 200th floor. Contestants here knew how to use nen, and the ones unfortunate enough to get here and not… well, the seniors of this floor used them like cattle to slaughter.
"This meeting is no mere coincidence. I've been waiting for you." His eyes slid back to me. "Even Mori here has been paying attention to your fights." Ah. I shouldn't have been surprised that he was watching me even outside the ring. I tipped a brow upward. "Remember how you ordered your tickets for the airship over the internet? With only a little effort on my part, I was able to find out exactly when you would arrive. Well, in any case, I knew you would come here eventually. And so… as your senior… I have a little bit of warning for both of you."
I rocked back on my heels, vaguely impressed. Would actually warn them about the dangers of the 200th floor? That seemed…nice. My eyes took in the guarded way that both of the boys were staring at him. And me.
His voice dipped lower, head tilting to the side as he watched them. "You're still not ready to set foot on this floor." My nerves spiked, interest sharpening as he drew his hand up. "Not by a long shot."
His hand barely fluttered, wrist flicking. Anyone else would have seen it as a benign gesture, a mocking warning followed by a mocking gesture. As if Hisoka was flicking away crumbs from his table. What they wouldn't have been able to see was the burst of pure nen that hit both Gon and Killua at the same time, the rush of aura so massive that it blew past the bewildered greeter and slammed into the boys with enough momentum to send them back a step. The silly arena hat fluttered to the ground, forgotten as she took in the exchange in mounting confusion.
"When you will be depends on your efforts." Hisoka's eyes twinkled back at me, his smile teasing as if he wanted me to remember the lengths I had gone to to get where I was. "Isn't that right, pet?"
I didn't answer him, tipping to the side so that I could see where both Gon and Killua were panting, looking frustrated as they tried and failed to understand the pressure that was currently pushing them both back another step.
"M-Mori," Gon whispered out, finally able to draw in a breath as Hisoka turned. It was a gesture that only I could really appreciate. They were so beneath his notice that he didn't even care if they had a shot at his back. He had done that to me too many times to count.
"Hisoka's right, green bean," I murmured, not entirely thrilled at the betrayal that flashed along the green-haired boy's face and the utter rage that twisted Killua's. I didn't relish agreeing with Hisoka although the smug little smile on his face made me think that he did. I eyed them, sudden sadness gripping me as I remembered how they had let Minoru simply walk past them. If we had wanted to, he could have torn off both of their heads within a moment. I shook my head. "You don't even know what your dealing with here."
Hisoka gave me a smooth, silky smile, like he was infinitely pleased with me, his hand reaching out to comb through my hair in a coddling gesture. He grinned down at me, releasing me with one final tug at the strands. He moved smoothly to the wall.
"For now, leave this floor," he called over his shoulder. He sighed as his lanky form folded gracefully to the floor, his eyes catlike as they kept track of the two boys. "It's far too early."
The air around Killua sizzled with indignation, his voice whipping out as that rage finally boiled over. "What?!" He demanded. "That's stupid! We just got up here!"
Killua didn't move more than half a step before I felt the bloodlust seep across my heels, licking at my nape. It curled around me, familiar in a way that only a passing comfort could be - that person you see on the bus every day, the stranger you see on your walks at the same time in the evening. I had met and played with Hisoka's nen many times but I had to say that this version was absolutely delightful.
It seeped, rolling through the hallway with a thickness that reminded me of swamp fog. It nearly bowled me over, the soft smirk on Hisoka's lips all for me as he leaned a head against one raised knee, a hand extended in silent command. His eyes shimmered, gold melting.
"I won't let you pass," he whispered, and his word was gentle as the thinnest blade going between a person's ribs. His lips tilted higher, his eyes sharpening as he sent another burst across the hall at them. "But it's not like you could anyway."
Both strained, I could hear their individual grunts as they tried and failed to force themselves farther down the hall, their bodies quivering under the strain. I watched in rapt silence. Gon… he was fighting his way forward. That was something I hadn't even been able to do. At my back, I could feel Hisoka follow my eyes to the boy, watching as he took one unsteady step after another while Killua was barely able to grit through the pain of having such immense force slammed into them.
All around him, I could see the whisps of his nen as they tried and failed to fight back, fight any way they could. He was giving up so much without even realizing.
"Don't be reckless!" Everything stopped. Even Hisoka, his nen slipping back as he glanced up with a suddenly guarded expression. A rumpled man, his ebony hair messy and tangled, glasses glinting in the hallway lights so that I could barely make out the hazel of them, slid around the corner. If I had seen him anywhere else, I might have dismissed him. In fact, I think I had on multiple occasions. In Heaven's Arena, there were many drifters that roamed around and this man looked very much like the rest, his clothes a wrinkled, disheveled mess.
"Wing!" Gon gasped, and I couldn't help but wonder how he had slipped into the hallway so silently - how I had barely known he was there until he was around the corner. Huh. That was interesting.
Wing's cool gaze slid from Hisoka to me and then finally back to the Killua and Gon.
"What he's saying is true. You have no defense against his nen." He knew about nen. Once more, his eyes slid to me. "Or hers."
"Nen?" Gon bit out. His gaze jumped to me. "You have nen?"
I shrugged, unsure how much to give away. From the slim chuckle that Hisoka let loose, he knew how cagey I was feeling too. Giving away what category you were in was the biggest mistake you could make in a fight. It was just as much of a game to keep yourself hidden as it was to use your abilities. The first step to that long, steep slope was people suspecting that you had nen.
"As it stands," WIng continued. "You're both naked in a blizzard, both of you wondering why it's so cold."
"What an odd comparison," Hisoka murmured, looking absolutely delighted by the new addition.
"If you continue to strain your bodies," Wing murmured, "You may die."
That particular realization didn't seem to sit well with either of them.
Killua jabbed a stubborn thumb at Hisoka, lounging like a cat watching a bird that it wanted to toy with. "So, this is nen? He can stop us from moving forward through willpower? You liar!"
For some reason, the declaration ticked me off. We had gone through a tower of prisoners in a competition designed for death. We had been a breath away from slaughtering each other - some of us even had. I knew the things that the Hunter's exam had shown them. For me, it had seemed like an easy jump. Made even easier by Minoru. Whether he believed Wing or not was irrelevant at this point. What did matter is if they wasted away their life force trying to get to the end of a fucking hall.
"Do you not believe him?" Killua's head whipped around, his eyes widening at whatever he saw on my face. I slipped a hand forward, feeling my nen wither at the call for action. "If you can put a foot in front of the other more than three times, I'll let you pass. Hisoka won't even say a word."
Hisoka's low, dry chuckle flitted down my spine. "You're growing bold, pet."
"You told me once that you liked that."
"I also like to change my mind," he shot back smoothly and I laughed.
I felt my nen slither from the tight little ball I kept inside of me, Minoru's attention snapping to me 50 floors down. Like calling to like, fueling each other like two gears moving faster and faster. I felt it grow noxious as I thought about my brothers, and my mother. I felt it bubble, stewing like a stew left too long, growing chunky and spoiled. Hisoka gave a low, delighted whisper.
Hate was something that I had grown used to. It was a good mix with bloodlust.
Wing's eyes widened slightly, every muscle in his lean frame tightening as he focused all of his attention on me. I had barely even let it seep out, shivering as it pooled at my feet. Where Hisoka's aura was a fog, choking, mine was the swamp beneath it. It swallowed everything, eating at people's feet like quicksand waiting to gobble them up. I let it creep a little bit closer, watching as Gon and Killua went the shade of ash. They took a step back, lips quivering.
"Now, that's not the way to play the game," I sang softly. "You need to move forward."
Hisoka's burst of laughter tickled at my nape. "Oh, how cruel."
"Miss Amori!" I stilled, all forward movement stopping at Wing's sharp tone, edged in a very thin lining of panic. My eyes slid to him, watching as he took a breath. "I suggest we withdraw."
I drew back my nen, watching as Killua took a sharp breath that I didn't realize he was withholding himself. His eyes danced to me, confusion lighting them for a moment. Gon looked just as bewildered.
"I can teach you the truth about nen," he offered, spreading his hands wide. "For the time being-" His eyes flicked between Hisoka and me once more. "I think we should withdraw."
Withdraw wasn't a word that Gon or Killua seemed particularly familiar with. In fact, it looked like it physically repulsed them. Even sweaty, shivering from two nen attacks - I mulled it over. One and a half - they still wanted to struggle forward. Finally, blinking back the impulse to try again, Gon turned to the greeter, who I had almost completely forgotten was there. She looked thoroughly dazed by the whole series of events.
"Uh, 'scuse me…." Gon started, and she blinked a few times to clear whatever fog she was in.
"Oh, yes?" Her gaze sharpened, focusing on him.
"If we don't register for a fight today, how would that affect us?"
Her smile was filled with polite sympathy. "Well, you would have to start all over again from the first floor. Killua, however, he's been here before and refused to register. So, if he fails to do so again, his commitment will be called into question, and he will be banned from participating."
Killua let out a slow, angry breath, his eyes flashing vengefully over at me. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a bit hesitant at the look. I knew who was a part of his family. Gon's eyes slid to me once more, his expression one of extreme pleading.
"Mori-" he started and I knew the beginning of a good guilt trip from my own brothers.
I shook my head before he could even begin. "You're not ready for this floor, Gon."
Killua's teeth bared. "What are you? Hall monitors?"
I didn't bother with a response.
Huffing, Killua whirled back to Wing. "Mr. Wing… if we withdraw, will we be able to make it back here by midnight?"
Midnight? That was…daring. I saw Hisoka smile from my peripheral.
"That all depends on you," Wing said diplomatically and I could see the words grate along each of them. They had done a lot when the way forward got narrow. But fully understanding nen enough to be able to shield against Hisoka…
My eyes slid to the clock on the wall. Four hours…
"We'll be back," Gon promised. He gave me a small little smile that I was sure I didn't deserve. "Bye, Mori."
Killua gave me the most hateful look that I had ever received, huffing away.
They disappeared swiftly around the corner, the elevator giving a soft ding behind them. The purple-haired greeter was swift to follow. Silence gripped the space, my position standing just in front of Hisoka feeling suddenly… strange. I turned, watching as his head rolled back, resting against the wall behind him, his smile playful.
"You know what I like the best about you, pet?" he drawled out, his eyes going soft and dreamy as he stared at me through his lashes. I didn't say anything, unwilling to give him an inch when I knew so well how good he was at taking a mile. My eyes narrowed as his smile grew slowly, heatedly. "Even now, even after everything, your brutality still catches me by surprise."
I couldn't help the flinch that shot through my body, his words sinking their claws into me with the ferocity and precision of a bird catching a mouse in the grass. His eyes lit lazily as he watch my body tense, my face shuttering.
My next words were said out of pure instinct, flying from my lips hard and unforgiving. Anything to wipe that smile off his face.
"Sometimes I wonder what I like about you," I snapped, unable to keep my tone flat. His eyes blazed a piercing golden at the sharpness, body tensing, muscles locking as if he was trying and failing to keep himself where he was. "Then I remember that I don't like anything."
His laugh was anything but humorous, dark, and grating on every one of my nerves. His gaze tracked me, eating me up. "Don't lie, Mori. We both know you liked how my fingers felt in your pussy."
I drew in a sharp, harsh breath, his words clanging through me like metal dropping into a tin bucket. It was jarring to hear it so… plainly. But also - My body burned, tensing as if one touch would push me over into something more… more.
"And I think," he continued softly, his voice turning to pure gravel. "You'd like how the rest of me feels too."
Unwanted images flooded my mind, my body heating until I wasn't sure if I was hot or cold anymore. His body pressing mine to a wall. His lips on mine. His teeth biting into me. Him on his knees. His hair in my hands. I couldn't help the shiver that coursed up my spine, my whole body aching. I wanted him.
"What game are you playing?" I hated the way the words rasped out of me, the syllables so unsure.
He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his eyes tracking me in a way that made me feel trapped, cornered, hunted. My breath felt harsh even to my own ears as he moved closer, his eyes dragging along every inch of me before meeting my eyes again.
"Do you need this to be a game?" he asked, his question so soft that I blinked, jerking, unsure if I had heard him correctly.
"What?" It whipped from me, bursting from my lips as I tilted my head back so that I could keep his eyes as he drew closer, his head tipping down so that we were only a breath away and suddenly all I could see were those burning golden eyes.
"Do you need this to be a game?" I could feel the ghost of his lips against mine, his words vibrating across my tongue as I drew in another unsteady breath. "Do you need this to be something competitive where there's a winner and a loser?"
I didn't know how to respond. I could feel his chest starting to drag along my own, my hand hovering of their own mind over his forearm, wanting to feel his skin beneath mine but so, so unsure.
"I can make it even better," he breathed and I gasped as he tipped to the side, his breath hot on the shell of my ear as he slid one arm around my waist and dragged me closer, my body molding to his in a second. "You can decide what the rules are. Who's in control." His voice dipped to a low, sinful rasp. "Who's not."
His head tilts even further, his breath ruffling the baby hairs at my ears. I want him to close the distance. My whole body hums with the urge to turn my head and feel his lips on mine again.
"That sounds…" I swallow, trying to keep ahold of what little control I have left. "Dangerous."
"It's a game, sweetheart," he purrs in my ear and I gulp down a gasp as his arm tightens on my waist, dragging me forward so suddenly that I instinctively reach out to dig my fingers into his forearms for purchase. "Games have rules to keep its players safe."
My head spins. "And you don't want to be the one to make those rules."
He had said it before, but - His head tilts back just enough that I can see the glint of his eyes, his face all sharp lines. He has this expression - feral intent, narrowed focus. As if his focus is only narrowed down to this one exchange. His head tips to the side, eyes keeping mine. "I can be. I can be the one to tell you when to get on your knees. When to beg for me. When to cum." His lips drag along mine, barely there, barely a touch. And I'm having a hard time breathing - hard time thinking through the fog of the images that he's conjured. His next words rasp along my tongue, those golden eyes drilling into me. "Or… you can be the one telling me your rules."
My insides burn up, flames incasing my organs. My whole body vibrates with the suggestion. I want that. I want that - maybe not forever, maybe not even past tonight. But right now, I want control. I want to see him on his knees again. My whole body aches with the need. My nipples feel like painful points, each scrape of the material of my shirt and bra an irritation. I can't help pressing my thighs together to try and lessen the ache.
And from the knowing smile that tipped Hisoka's lips, he can feel that too. His lids go heavy, a low rumble of approval vibrating through him as he watches me. "I can do both, Mori. Tell me which one you need from me for tonight."
It's barely a conscious decision, the words already on the tip of my tongue before he's speaking.
"I want to be in control."
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