Chapter 7 - Kiss and Tell
Hisoka could not stop himself from simply staring at Gon. Zushi still sat beside him, completely flushed, desperately fumbling with Hisoka's hand, removing it from his private parts underneath the towel. I have no idea why Gon is here and I have no idea why he barged into this room. I am completely and utterly surprised! It's such a rare feeling! I love it! I love it! Gon! Only you could do this for me, only you! Hisoka thought, the excitement in his mind spreading in real effect across his face. He realized now that he was grinning enormously, his eyes peering through red bangs, tongue flickering across his soft, cherry lips. Hisoka could feel a stirring between his legs and realized he was becoming immensely aroused by the whole situation. Gon's head was shifting between staring at him and staring at Zushi, and then staring at where Hisoka's hand had just been; that cute and innocent face absorbing the reality of what he was seeing.
"Ah! I remember now, you two know each other don't you?" Hisoka said with delight, "I'm so glad I could be here for this happy reunion!"
"Hisoka! Zushi! What..what is going on here?" Gon stammered.
"G-Gon," Zushi said awkwardly, "Hisoka and I were just…" but before he could finish the sentence Hisoka had already decided to complete it himself.
"We just finished fucking, can't you tell, Gon?" Hisoka's eyes narrowed slightly and his grin grew even wider as he flicked some crimson bangs out of the way of his face, "and Zushi was just leaving, weren't you, Zushi?" The expression on Gon's face was almost too much for Hisoka to handle. His eyebrows had drawn up to the ceiling of his forehead, his mouth was hanging open and Hisoka could see Gon's slick tongue vibrating slightly behind cute, straight white teeth. He immediately imagined being inside that mouth, Gon's soft young lips wrapped around his throbbing arousal.
Gon had aged nicely since Hisoka had last seen him, his body was more mature, more thick with muscle and Gon's new height only increased his sexual appeal; those raven black spikes of hair further adding to the effect.
Zushi shot up like a frightened rabbit, clearly driven beyond any level of embarrassment he had ever experienced, barely able to keep the towel around his waist as he frantically searched with desperate eyes for a way out of this without having to say anything to Gon.
Gon seemed to compose himself somewhat, a look of concern had now taken over for the prior shock on his face. "Zushi, are you ok?" Gon asked slowly, not taking his eyes off Hisoka completely.
Hisoka stayed silent, the exchange between Zushi and Gon was too delicious to interrupt. He just sat still, unashamed of his exposed body, arousal in full force facing Gon.
Zushi looked at Hisoka and then back to Gon and said, "y-yeah, I'm ok, Hisoka and I were just, well, I guess you have figured that part out by now."
Realizing Zushi was truly ok, Gon shifted his stance wide and pointed a finger at Zushi in a chastising manner, "Zushi! Do you know anything about Hisoka! He's dangerous! Perverted! You can't trust him! You really need to be careful with who you choose to do these things with! You can't just go around sleeping with just anyone, you know? What would Wing-San think of this! Have you told him? How long have you and Hisoka been dating?" Gon was shouting wide mouthed like a mother scolding a child.
Hisoka was trying to contain himself but he simply couldn't, this was just too rich. He threw himself back onto the bed, arms flayed out, feet kicking uncontrollably over the edge as he laughed and giggled hysterically. "D-Dating!" Hisoka was tortured with laughter, he could barely breath. I could just die right now, Hisoka thought, the hilarity of Gon's simple-mindedness was too much for him to take. "Gon," Hisoka was trying to speak in-between ragged breaths interrupted by more giggles, "Gon, you may have matured a bit but oh my you are still so naive! What makes you think we would have to be dating to fuck? I was just having a little fun with Zushi, nothing more," Hisoka managed to eek out between laughter.
Gon's face had turned as red now as Zushi's. "Well, I should probably go… Zushi, and leave you two alone then. I have something I'm here to do anyway and I just sensed you were here Zushi, so I.." Gon's voice trailed off at the end.
Hisoka's knees drew over his chest and he hopped up off the bed in one swift movement, landing on his feet, completely straight, his muscular body tense including his arousal which was bouncing shamelessly toward Gon. "I think you should stay," Hisoka said, "Zushi, go, now!" Hisoka glared sideways at Zushi who had seen this look in Hisoka's eyes before. Zushi took one quick glance at Gon, a glance that said 'I want to stay, I want to see you but, I can't' and with that he held the towel around his waist and ran out of the room past Gon.
Gon tried to reach for Zushi as he retreated but his hands were stuck at his sides, unable to move. Hisoka could see Gon strain against the pressure of the Bungee Gum that he had deftly attached while rolling around on the bed laughing. Hisoka had taken advantage of Gon while he was completely shocked at the reality of Hisoka casually having had sex with the young Zushi. Gon hadn't thought to use Gyo, it was a mistake. One that would not have happened if Gon hadn't been so blissfully ignorant of the ways of the world. Hisoka didn't make these types of mistakes, though. Every move he made was calculated, planned and held a purpose toward some greater design.
Hisoka held his hands out to the sides of his hips, palms facing Gon and in a swift movement brought them upwards, hands bending inward at the wrists, fingers curled slightly. The tension of the Bungee Gum yanked Gon forward into the air hard and he landed with a thud against Hisoka's chest. Hisoka wrapped his arms around Gon, squeezing tight, feeling the boys warm body press up against his own naked flesh. The material of Gon's shorts brushed up against Hisoka's groin causing him to thrust his pelvis forward with pleasure as he held Gon in the bear hug.
"Oh, Gon! I've waited so long for this!" With those words Hisoka quickly spun around planting Gon onto the bed and sat on top of him, straddling him in the same way he had done to Zushi, just moments ago. Gon struggled desperately but was without the use of his hands as Hisoka had manipulated the Bungee Gum to wrap around the posts of the bed, stretching Gon's arms out and over his head.
"Get off of me, Hisoka!" Gon screamed, kicking and bucking like a wild animal.
Hisoka slid down the bed, grabbing Gon's flailing legs with his strong hands, letting his finger nails dig into Gon's flesh just a little bit as he used his Bungee Gum to secure them as well. He tied each leg to a separate post, just as he had done with Gon's hands. Gon was now tied down and splayed out like a starfish. He kicked and yanked and writhed but could not break free. Hisoka knew Gon must be confused, wondering why he couldn't break the bed posts by yanking as hard as he could on the Bungee Gum. But of course Hisoka had thought of this too and had reinforced the bed frame and posts with his Bungee Gum, the sticky incarnation of Nen flexing and absorbing Gon's futile efforts.
"There's no use in struggling, Gon, you won't break my Bungee Gum," Hisoka said. Gon looked up at him in horror, eyes wide, trembling with the realization that he was stuck here.
Hisoka brought himself back over Gon, kneeling in-between Gon's legs spread out beneath him He let the warmth of Gon's inner thighs migrate up and through his own bare legs as he stared down at him. Gon was so precious. His teeth were clenched together, grinding, little growls coming out of the boys mouth. His eyes were burning that amber glow Hisoka had become obsessed with so long ago. There was a fresh sheen of sweat on Gon's smooth tanned skin, Hisoka could smell it. It was so Gon; natural, a little salty, but still young and sweet. Hisoka began to salivate as he ran a hand up the front of Gon's shirt, feeling the smooth muscular abdomen underneath. His hand glided effortlessly across the front of Gon's torso, lubricated by the boys sweat. He pulled his hand away and licked his fingers, leaving Gon's shirt pushed up, exposing his slender waist and scrumptious looking navel. The taste of liquid Gon ignited Hisoka's desires, his unique aura began to beam out, a kaleidoscope of colour filling the room.
"Gon, those eyes, that look, your spirit, your flavour, you are worthy! You are worthy of being broken by me." Hisoka's blood lust was raging within him completely now. The blood lust was something unique to him and him alone, Hisoka knew. It was the desire to love, to fuck, to kill, altogether. To absorb someone completely, their whole being becoming his to consume. This feeling was reserved for only the most special of people and Gon was very special indeed. Gon was the most desirable thing Hisoka had ever encountered. He had let the fruit ripen long enough, it was time to pluck it.
Hisoka could see that Gon was paralyzed. He saw him try to mutter something through gritted teeth but seemed unable to, likely consumed by his own rage and frustration. Maybe it's pleasure that causes him to hold his tongue, he just doesn't want to admit it yet, Hisoka thought comically.
Hisoka plunged his head down into Gon's belly, sniffing at the boys navel, and then further down to the waist of his shorts. Hisoka looked up at Gon with a smile and brought his fingers to the clasp of the boys adorable little green shorts. He started to unbutton them, taking pleasure in every moment of discovery, tracing lines across Gon's waist, slowly tugging at the flaps of the shorts as they became unzipped and exposed Gon's underclothes. Hisoka had slid Gon's shorts about halfway down his rear-end and was looking straight into Gon's crotch, mesmerized by the feast before him. Gon was wearing a pair of fitted white cotton briefs, so innocent looking. The cotton was somewhat damp with sweat, causing it to cling in all the right places. The soft white material gathered around a very proportionate and attractive part of Gon's crotch. Hisoka traced his finger along the smooth ridge in the cotton, from where it left Gon's body beneath his underwear and ended in a round point between his legs, just slightly to the left.
"Oh Gon, I've waited so long for this…" Hisoka whined with self-indulgence. He moved his head down further, kissing at the waistband of Gon's underwear. His tongue followed the lines of Gon's obliques which lead down and under the elastic waistband, seductively pulling Hisoka's mouth lower. He kissed and nipped gently at the cotton briefs, gently coming into contact with Gon's privates. He could smell and feel that Gon was sexually mature enough for this. There was another fluid of Gon's that Hisoka wanted to taste, after all.
Hisoka raised himself up on his knees again, staring into a horrified Gon. It was like he could see right into Gon's soul. All of Gon's emotions were laid out before him in plain sight, as if scattered out in burning impressions in the air. It was rapture. Hisoka glanced sideways and noticed that it was now storming violently outside, rain was spattering heavily against the windows in the room. A fitting mood, natures timing is impeccable, Hisoka thought.
"Hisoka…please…" a whisper from Gon, so faint.
Hisoka turned his head again to look down at Gon, not quite sure if he had actually said something.
"Hisoka…" Gon whispered again.
Hisoka could see now that he was choking quietly on his own tears, a flood coming from those big amber eyes, like two glistening pendants. The writhing beneath him had stopped, Gon was now limp and appeared completely defeated.
"Hisoka, if you don't let me go now, I'll never… I'll never be able to see Killua again," Gon said, quietly, the pain in his voice dreadfully honest. "That's why I'm here, I'm supposed to meet Killua, just about an hour from here, but if you kill me now, I'll never get the chance. There's so much I still need to talk to him about, I can't die yet, not without seeing him first. I only came in here because I could sense Zushi, I just wanted to see how he was…I didn't mean to interrupt, I couldn't sense you. I promise, if you let me go to see Killua, I'll come back after and let you do whatever you want to me."
Hisoka had never seen Gon like this. He hated it, Gon was weak, defeated, completely deflated. Gon was already broken. Hisoka's blood lust began to fade, slowly being replaced with a feeling that Hisoka had never felt before in his life, this reminds me of when I was a child, when I couldn't…, Hisoka pushed the memory from his mind, not wishing to tread in that direction. But even without the memory, the feeling had grown inside him already, it was too late. Hisoka put his hands over his face, moaning, and then looked up to the ceiling and let out a frustrated scream that reverberated and tore at the walls. All the feelings that Hisoka had isolated, sadness, pain, anguish, empathy and even love came flooding in. His aura faltered, the psychedelic colours fizzling away into the air like flames doused with water.
"This is what it means, to care…" Hisoka said out loud, unable to control himself. "You want to see Killua that badly, Gon. You would come back to this, to me, let me do these things to you, just so you could see him one more time…"
Gon stared up at him, eyes bewildered at the transformation that was happening before him. Before he could stop himself, Hisoka was leaning forward and planted a kiss on Gon's cheek. It wasn't a predatory kiss, it wasn't the type of kiss meant to bring about sexual pleasure, that was gone now. It was the type of kiss you might give your little brother, before saying goodbye to him as he wandered out into the world to face it alone for the first time. Hisoka got back on his knees and began to do up Gon's shorts. He gently pulled Gon's shirt back down, respectfully making sure he didn't brush his hands against Gon's skin in any way. He got off the bed and stood beside it, looking down at Gon, for the first time he was no longer aroused.
"Get out of here Gon, and don't come back," Hisoka said flatly. Immediately after he had said the words he looked away from Gon and snapped his fingers, the Bungee Gum that bound Gon to the bed dissipated. I can't do this anymore, Hisoka thought, this time, it's not right. It's just not right with Gon. I feel for him…differently. I don't know what it is, it's not love, I do not think I am capable of that, am I?
As Hisoka struggled with his thoughts, looking away from Gon, he had missed the movement occurring before him. All of a sudden he felt a warm sensation around his lower body. He turned his head quickly in response, unsure at what was happening and for the first time in what seemed like eternity, Hisoka was without the ability to react or think.
Time froze for Hisoka. The earth stopped spinning, his thoughts were no longer churning, his instincts were completely shut down. Hisoka vaguely realized that Gon had wrapped his arms around Hisoka in a hug, his head was pressed against Hisoka's stomach, turned sideways, tears still streaming lightly from his eyes. "Thank you, Hisoka" he said, earnestly.
Hisoka could feel the boys black spiky hair tickling the skin on his chest. As if driven by a force beyond his control, Hisoka wrapped his arms around Gon gently in return. From some place outside his own body he watched himself whisper, "I'm sorry, Gon."
After a moment, as they remained in that embrace, time began to move forward again. Hisoka regained control and managed to remove himself from Gon's arms. "Go now, Gon, before I change my mind. Killua will be waiting for you," Hisoka said, somewhat disgusted by the sound of affection in his own voice. When had there ever been affection in his tone? He looked down at Gon one last time and saw him nod confirming that he understood the hasty instruction. Then, Gon turned and ran out of the room, leaving Hisoka bewildered and confused.
Before Hisoka could even begin to process everything that had just happened, he was hit by another sensation. This one not of his own doing. He detected a strong and distinctive aura within his field of En. He had never let his En drop but throughout his bloodlust and the distraction of these strange and new feelings for Gon he had simply not been paying attention. But there was no mistaking it, Illumi, Hisoka thought, what are you doing here.
And then it dawned on him. Killua! Illumi you are here to stop Killua from seeing Gon! Hisoka felt compelled, the strange emotions boiling up inside of him again. It was then that he realized where the storm outside was coming from. This wasn't natures doing, it was a fierce battle between two powerful Nen users fighting all out, to the death, using every ounce of energy their spirit could muster. Hisoka could never mistake that sensation, he lived for it.
Again, as if seeing himself act from a place outside his own body, Hisoka watched as he jumped out the window, shards of glass exploding outward into the sky, his willpower useless against whatever force was driving him toward the two monstrous auras, locked in battle.