Chapter 5 - Perversions

Hisoka looked down at the boy sprawled out before him while he knelt on the edge of the bed. He smiled and realized that it had been a good choice to keep a second room in the Heaven's Arena tower after-all. The 200's were too full of other Nen users, always interrupting, sticking their noses where they didn't belong. Hisoka could deal with anyone in this tower easily but he loathed interruptions. A second room on the 190th floor had been a good choice indeed.

"Are you pleased with me, Hisoka? You're smiling," the boy purred while sitting up half-way, legs straight out in front of him and resting on his forearms. He was a lean boy, perhaps fifteen years of age. He had short cropped chestnut brown hair with matching eyebrows that complimented his toffee coloured skin. His eyes were reminiscent of burnt umber which added a certain polish to his soft appearance. The boys lips were relatively straight and blended in nicely with the warm skin tone, barely different in coloration at all, perhaps closer to a pinkish taupe than toffee but no less sweet. His nose sloped gently, unobtrusive and cute. The boys teeth peeked out from his sultry smirk, shimmering straight and white with a slick overlay of saliva that Hisoka knew was partly his own. His jaw was short, defined and had an athletic look. Hisoka's eyes began to drift and he thought, this boy has an exceptional neck. Every time the boy tilted his head to look one way or the other there were these veins that popped up in straight ridges full of youthful vitality. It was something Hisoka looked for in a target, a small fetish you could say.

Hisoka let his eyes fall over the boys perfectly contoured collar bone and out to his lean shoulders that were pinched back and flexed, all the while taking pleasure in each section, like staring at a marvellous statue. He let his vision wander down across a completely glabrous torso. The boys chest was still almost entirely flat, only showing the slightest hint of pectoral development that would come in later years nearing adulthood. His abdomen made Hisoka salivate as here there was more muscular development on the boy than anywhere else. He had six cleanly sectioned abs crunching half way like an accordion on account of the way the boy had himself propped up, pinching tiny folds of his taught skin in-between the symmetrical pathways that framed his stomach. A tight inward navel peaked the scrumptious mid-section like a cherry topping a cake, and one I've already plucked, Hisoka thought satisfactorily.

Hisoka's eyes traced the long lines of strong obliques which lead his sights down inevitably to the boys groin causing just the slightest warmth to appear on tanned cheeks. Hisoka didn't linger too long, as beautiful as it was, he let his gaze explore out across the boys legs which also maintained the similar stages of development prevalent with the rest of his body; the only difference being a light dusting of blonde hair that ran from the base of his ankles and up to just above the knee, stopping at the onset of his inner thighs.

Hisoka repositioned himself on the bed so that his knees were to either side of the boys hips. He straddled the boy, using his thighs to squeeze and hold him in place, their groins now in unabashed contact. Hisoka took a deep breath, relishing in the pleasure that came from bare and warm skin on skin contact. If Hisoka hadn't been so tired he might have asked the boy to hit him again, hard, right then and there. But instead he placed his hands on the boys shoulders and pressed him gently back down into the luxurious bedding while planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. Hisoka's red locks were a tangled mess and they hung down like crimson curtains to either side of his face and past that of the boys, providing a solitary moment between them as they gazed steamily into each others eyes.

"Oh yes, Zushi," Hisoka said, sweetly. "It was about time you had a teacher other other than Wing-San, someone a little more….hands on," Hisoka's lips parted slightly into a sly grin as he shifted down slightly. He let his hands slide gently from their position on Zushi's shoulders drawing abstract patterns across Zushi's chest which yielded a few tickled yelps. He let his hands settle at Zushi's waste all the while delicately leaning in to kiss and suck delicately at his neck. Hisoka felt Zushi writhe and moan with pleasure beneath him, he could feel the boys hip bones through the soft tan skin under his hands as he bucked and searched for release, but only half heartedly.

Hisoka recalled the first time he had taken interest in Zushi. It had been after he had run out of things to do while waiting for Chrollo Lucifer to get himself fixed up for a fight. It was so hard to get a good fight these days and Chrollo would have been such a delicious opponent. But Hisoka had been getting bored and for a little entertainment decided to return to Heaven's Arena in the hopes that he might discover someone who could pose a challenge. It was here that he discovered a new young opponent making his way through the rounds of the 200's, Zushi. Hisoka recalled how Zushi, upon seeing him, had immediately challenged him to a fight. Hisoka of course teased him for a while before allowing him the privilege but eventually the boy had proven himself and Hisoka gave him a chance. It was a swift fight, somewhat disappointing. Nowhere near as pleasurable as the fight with Gon had been. But nevertheless, the boy showed a certain tenacity that Hisoka had always been attracted to. He had resolved that at the very least Zushi would make an entertaining bed partner for the next little while. He was surprised to find how easily it had been to seduce the boy. Zushi had already been fantasizing about confrontations with Hisoka turning into spontaneous sexual encounters. It was a fantasy that Hisoka had no reservations about bringing into reality. But his boredom was returning with a vengeance now, Zushi, although still pleasant was yesterdays dessert.

Hisoka raised himself back up, looking down at Zushi again. The boys cheeks were flushed with lust. He never wants to stop, this one. We've been playing all day and still he hasn't had his fill. I wonder if stamina in this area is a large part of Wing-San's Shingen-Ryu, Hisoka thought chuckling to himself. "I think that will be all today, Zushi," Hisoka said planting the tip of one index finger on Zushi's button of a nose. "I think you've had enough training for now, my pet," Hisoka chimed.

Zushi came out of his heated trance at this, "Hisoka! Why!? It's only 6:30 and it's Saturday! We can have the whole night together, it will be romantic!" Zushi begged.

"Zushi," Hisoka began, the name rolling off his tongue differently this time, it demanded reverence "did you forget your place?"

Zushi let his head fall to the side, saddened, "no…sorry, Hisoka"

Hisoka moved up and off of Zushi, bringing himself to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached down and grabbed a towel up off the floor. "Good," Hisoka said. "Now wrap yourself in this and go back to your room. I'll let you know if I want you for anything later."

Zushi moved in beside Hisoka and wrapped himself up in the towel, still sitting on the bed. He looked longingly at Hisoka, "can I have one more before I go….please?" Zushi begged.

Hisoka turned his head to look at Zushi, he was like a puppy and just like a puppy he needed a lot of taking care of. Hisoka was not the caring type though and was about to lay a hard hand across Zushi's face to correct his begging nature but his ambition faltered as his eyes fell to Zushi's neck. With his head turned sideways one of those beautiful veins was out for a show. Zushi's life force pumped through that vein protruding attractively from the side of his neck, throbbing from the tension in his body. I've always been a sucker for a neck like that, Hisoka thought. He gave in and leaned over to give Zushi one last passionate kiss, taking his time and not wasting the opportunity to run a finger up and down the vein on Zushi's neck with his one hand while the other made it's way up the towel between Zushi's legs. While kissing the young Zushi, Hisoka realized how lucky the boy was. If he had more talent Hisoka might want to kill him for some real pleasure, but Zushi was after all, not the one-in-a-million type, thus not worthy of such an honourable death.

Hisoka was about to end the kiss when he sensed something within his wide cast En. Someone was coming. The quality of this users Zetsu was such that Hisoka had barely noticed their approach. Beyond that there was something extremely familiar about the aura he sensed but he couldn't quite put a finger on it, it wasn't quite recognizable yet. Zushi of course was blissfully unaware of any of these new elements to their situation and kept himself occupied with Hisoka's lips.

All of a sudden Hisoka pulled back, the look of pure shock plain across his face, his mind spinning, that aura, it's a little different but I'm positive that this aura can only be Gon's! But how….Hisoka pondered.

"What's wrong Hiso…" Zushi could barely get the words out of his mouth before a loud crash interrupted them both.

The door to the hotel room stood wide open with a completely astonished Gon Freecs standing there, wide-eyed and jaw nearly hitting the floor at the sight of Hisoka and Zushi sitting on the bed together; Hisoka still completely naked with a hand neatly lodged under the towel wrapped around Zushi's waist and between his legs.

Hisoka laughed hysterically at the sight of Gon standing there with his jaw hanging open and shouted out with an expression that could be interpreted as nothing other than pure joy. "Now this is definitely not boring!"