A/N: A bit of everything here: steamy sex, humor, fluff & angst…
Thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter! And for those who follow this story here and on Tumblr, thanks for the support too XD
These big chapters kill me but I couldn't help it, I love writing about these two! And being this big, (about 30 pages long) it's taken quite some time to edit etc. Plus I think I'm getting the flu. Anyway, save this for when you have time to sit back and read :)
Warning: I realized that I write my best lemons when I was not intending to do one. This chapter has two... And they are even more detailed than the others I've written in the past. Must be the heat (it's 91F right now)...so this chapter is Rated MM for graphic depictions of sexxxxxx... *Fanning* is it really hot today, or is it just me? You have been warned.
If I remember correctly, it was xXIvana BraginskiXx who, back in chapter ten had asked me to show the smut scene of them when they'd gone to the shower. Well now here you have it, you all get to see what they do in there. Oh my...
Chapter Summary: The day of Hisoka's meeting with Illumi arrives and Gon, having realized how he feels about Hisoka, continues to try to avoid being hurt by keeping these feelings a secret from him. But Hisoka senses that Gon is hiding something and employs his own methods of finding out. Did he go too far? Will he lose Gon because of this?
Disclaimer: I...do not own this. Only the plot.
Reference is made to episodes 30 & 31 of 1999 Hunter x Hunter where Illumi tried to kill Gon twice. Once in (supposed) jest to demotivate Killua and the second time seriously.
Chapter Eighteen: Pleasure and Pain
NB.: Day 10...
Gon stretched out his body, feeling well-rested and relaxed. He burrowed himself deeper into the thick, warm duvet and cracked open one eye.
Hmmm?
It was strange; from the way the sunlight filtered through the cracks in the heavy drapes with an intensity disparate to dawn, he could tell that it was at least late morning.
Hisoka – for once – did not wake him up and with the absence of alarm clocks sounding off or heavy drapes being pulled aside rudely to let the harsh sunlight pour in on his face, Gon had been able to sleep a little longer.
"Mm..."
He yawned and hugged the plump, quilted pillow in his arms tighter, feeling incredibly happy for the extra shut-eye.
Yes, it was strange indeed, as the last he had seen of Hisoka – and the last thing he remembered – was when he had fallen asleep in his arms as they'd lain on the couch the night before.
Hisoka must have carried me here last night.
Gon buried his face into the soft cotton pillow, blushing at the thought.
Suddenly, there was movement to his right and Gon tensed up immediately but then relaxed when he realized that Hisoka was still in the bed with him.
Reclining against the textured grey and blue pillows, Hisoka turned to look down at the messy, spiky hair next to him that represented Gon and smiled. Reaching into the thick bundle of the paisley-patterned, pewter grey duvet encasing the young man, he groped around until he found him.
Gon felt himself being pulled closer as an arm came to drape lazily over his waist.
"Awake yet Mr. Late Sleeper?"
Rolling over and opening heavy eyelids to look up at Hisoka, Gon smiled at the familiar nickname. Pausing momentarily, he realized that this was the first time that Hisoka had stayed in bed long enough for him to see his morning face.
Gon's smile became a mischievous grin as he took in Hisoka's appearance, from the smooth, slightly flushed pale skin to the hair tousled from sleep.
His hands itched with the desire to run them through that messy hair and he did just that, reaching up and pushing Hisoka's hair back from his face. "Your hair's getting a bit long," he mused absently, enjoying the feel of the soft, silky strands under his palm.
Hisoka did not protest to his caress but simply returned his smile. "Do you like my hair like this?" he asked and Gon, without thinking responded, "I like everything about yo—"
Putting a hand over his mouth to stop himself, Gon turned to scoot away from Hisoka.
Oh shit...I can't believe I almost—
Before Gon could retreat completely, Hisoka grabbed the hand that had been playing in his hair and pulled him back. He examined the bright blush on his face and asked, "Gon…what did you say? ~"
Was he going to say that he likes everything about me? ~
Hisoka did not know why, but the thought of Gon admitting this made him happy.
Gon could not look away from the intense gaze currently focused on him, but he also could not tell Hisoka what he was feeling.
He was not ready.
"I…uh…" He swallowed hard, examining the expectant look on Hisoka's face.
Why is Hisoka watching me like that?
I'm sure he just wants to laugh as soon as I tell him.
I can't let him know.
"I was going to say that I like everything about…your hair."
Gon looked away as soon as the words tumbled from his lips, now embarrassed by his lie.
Why does lying to him make me feel so foolish?
Hisoka frowned, releasing his arm; he did not want to admit it, but he was disappointed.
Wanting to change the subject and alleviate the awkward silence that had descended upon them, Gon asked suddenly, "So…you let me sleep late?"
Hisoka regarded him for a moment before replying, "There was no reason to wake you up. You had gotten very little sleep the night before so I decided to just allow you to sleep in~"
Gon couldn't help but be touched by the fact that underneath Hisoka's words he could feel the gravity of his feelings for him through the interest in his well-being.
Hisoka...
Once again, as their eyes met and his heartbeats became more and more erratic, Gon was almost overcome by the desire to tell Hisoka how much he liked him but he suppressed it, asking instead, "So...you've got nothing pressing to do today?"
Hisoka thought for a moment. I don't think my meeting with Illumi qualifies as something 'pressing'…
He smiled, "No... and if you like, I can take you out for breakfast – you must be hungry~"
"I'm not hungry Hisoka but there is something I want to do…"
Gon smiled sadly. I can't tell you how much I like you, but I can show you…
"Oh really? ~" Hisoka held his breath while his unwavering golden eyes maintained their focus on Gon's face.
Something he wants to do? ~
Gon couldn't be implying what he thought he was...right?
It would be an understatement to say that Hisoka was surprised when Gon sat up, hand moving under the paisley-patterned duvet to trace a curious path down the hard line of his abs.
Gon's observation was bold and undeterred and he maintained eye contact, continuing his slow caress all the way down to the waistband of Hisoka's silk boxers.
"You're actually wearing clothes in bed..." Gon mumbled, confused as if it was the most unusual thing in the world.
Hisoka smirked as he examined Gon's expression. Yes Gon, I'm actually wearing something~
But he was not going to let that get in the way of whatever it was that Gon was planning to do. "I can easily solve that problem you know~"
"No...don't." Gon swatted Hisoka's hand away as the man moved to remove his boxers. "I'll do it," he added in explanation when he saw the puzzled look on Hisoka's face.
Feeling the small hands grip his waistband, Hisoka watched the spiky hair disappear under the duvet as Gon slowly eased the boxers down past his hips and thighs.
When Gon reappeared again, he held them in one hand, a victorious smile on his face. Hisoka chuckled as Gon tossed his boxers off the side of the bed, smiling at the eager expression on the young man's face that betrayed his impatience to get started.
Hisoka pondered at that excited look in Gon's eyes for a while, wondering momentarily about what could have possibly gotten into his Apple-chan to make him so horny. From what he'd experienced in the recent past, he'd come to the conclusion and accepted the fact that his Gon wasn't a morning person but apparently, that was not to be the case on this particular morning.
Instead he was faced with this daring and sexually excited young man whose desire was to please him and he was at a loss for words. It was as if all the blood that normally would have assisted in his cognitive functions deserted his brain, leaving to make his cock instantly rock hard.
Maybe I should let him sleep later more often~ Hisoka thought idly, remaining still as if worried that by moving Gon might suddenly change his mind.
With rapt attention, Hisoka watched as Gon lowered his head to cover his chest with small, innocent kisses, eventually moving to take a hardened nipple between his lips.
Gon~
That tongue lapped continuously at his nipple, and without biting down, Gon proceeded to gently tease the sensitive skin until it was even harder from his ministrations.
"Mmmmm~" Hisoka moaned, enjoying the gentle but stimulating touch as Gon switched to the other nipple to pay some attention to it, slowly, deliberately taking his time.
"Oh...Gon-kun~"
Honey-coloured eyes looked up to meet his own and Gon asked, a bit uncertain, "Do you like what I'm doing Hisoka?"
Hisoka smiled down at him, his hand shifting to push away the hair that had fallen in Gon's face. "You're doing very well Gon. Continue~"
Reassured, Gon pushed aside the thick duvet completely to focus on his task once more, one hand coming up to pinch Hisoka's nipple as he continued kissing a slow path down his muscular torso. He paused before he could reach the navel though, looking down to see that the swollen head of Hisoka's erect cock was no more than an inch away.
He hesitated briefly, unsure eyes meeting Hisoka's.
Hisoka smiled encouragingly at him and Gon blushed, backing up on the bed to gain some more space to work.
Reaching forward, Gon touched Hisoka's navel, continuing to trace the path from where his kisses had ended, fingertips curiously running alongside the erection but not touching it.
"Mmmm~" Hisoka moaned, but it was a moan of frustration and slight impatience at Gon's blatant teasing and Gon looked up at him and stuck out his tongue.
"Oh? ~" He raised an eyebrow at him but Gon just went back to what he was doing, continuing with his tortuously slow, unhurried teasing.
Ok, that's fine...I'll let you have your fun for now… ~
Gon's fingertip smoothed over the clean-shaven skin at the base of Hisoka's thick erection before finally moving to grip the tumescent phallus. His hand slowly pumped the impressive, hard length – eyes focused on the smooth, unblemished yet reddened skin and the swollen, purplish head until he was rewarded with a tiny pearl of pre-cum at the tip.
He bent his head and stuck out his tongue to lap at that glistening drop and his senses were overcome by the slightly salty taste.
It was not unpleasant, just different and Gon persisted, because this was something he wanted to do for Hisoka. If this was to be a demonstration of his feelings like he had intended, then he'd put everything he had into doing it.
Gon's tongue circled the swollen, oversensitive head a few times, before moving to dip into the slit at the top. He felt the smooth, subtle jerking of Hisoka's hips, heard the sudden intake of breath and he repeated the action, this time wiggling his tongue in the opening.
Hisoka hissed sharply through clenched teeth and Gon smiled, knowing that he'd caught him off-guard. He snorted in a poor effort to control his laughter and when he looked up at Hisoka's face once more, he saw the man frowning at him.
Hisoka's hooded eyes were drawn from the hazel eyes brazenly holding his stare to the pink tongue extending to circle the head of his erect cock once more.
The wet tongue slowly continued to make its circles; occasionally swiping back and forth to take in the pre-cum that now flowed freely from the small opening.
He moaned, his arousal mounting as his eyes remained focused on Gon's wet tongue, at the saliva mixing with his pre-cum, dribbling down to lubricate the fingers that were slowly...steadily pumping the rest of his length.
And Hisoka found it hard to look away from what was happening before him.
Gon's lips were wet and parted, heavy breaths tickling his skin as he panted with the effort to keep his mouth open like that; there was saliva everywhere; he was being messy...but Hisoka thought that it was all beautiful.
At that moment, Gon stopped licking him to open his mouth wide, lowering his head as he tried to take the entire cock inside of his mouth. Hisoka heard him choke as the tip brushed the back of his throat before his head lifted again, dragging his tongue along the underside of his phallus on the way up.
Hisoka moaned again, feeling the tongue flick across his blunt tip as Gon lowered his head again, lips closing around the base as he managed to take almost the entire length inside of his mouth this time.
Hisoka bit his lip as Gon sucked, his hand moving to grab a fistful of the highlighted hair. At the same time he bent his legs on either side of Gon's head and lifting his hips (while maintaining his grip on Gon's hair) he pushed up even further inside of that hot, wet mouth until those lips brushed his pelvis. Gon gagged a bit, wide eyes darting to look up at Hisoka.
"Don't worry...you can handle it... ~" he reassured him, his voice deep with desire. Seeing his entire length disappear inside of Gon's mouth made Hisoka want to start fucking that mouth on his own terms. And he did just that.
He didn't allow Gon to come up again, but held him there, his hips doing all the movements as he thrusted rhythmically, pushing his cock deep inside Gon's hot mouth.
"Relax...your...throat ~" he told him as he observed Gon's eyes watering.
"Yes...yes that's it... ~" Gon heard the voice as if it were far away, focusing instead on keeping his jaw slack throughout the continuous thrusts.
Hisoka...
His nostrils flared with the effort to breathe and he heard Hisoka moan again, pushing his head down one last time as his body stilled.
"Yes...Gon...this is all...for you~"
Gon's mouth was soon flooded with the warm cum and he managed to swallow all of it, especially since the cock was so far back in his throat.
Hisoka released his hair and Gon pulled back immediately, gasping for air. He looked up at Hisoka and taking in the pleased, sated look on his face he smiled, knowing that he had done well.
Hisoka's fingertips combed through Gon's messy hair and as he returned to his side, he shifted, moving to pin Gon's smaller body beneath him.
Gon, pressed into the disheveled sheets, felt overwhelmed by Hisoka's dominating presence and by the way the erotic hunger burning in the man's eyes made him feel conscious of his own desire.
"You keep getting better at this~" Hisoka whispered seductively, smoothing the side of his face gently and observing the blush on Gon's face. "If this is how you react to me sleeping in late with you, maybe we should sleep in late more often~" He laughed and Gon blushed even harder, pleased that Hisoka liked what he'd done for him.
"Now, let me return the favor...~"
One of his supporting hands moved to trace the length of Gon's body over his vest, all the way to his boxers.
"You're going to really like this~"
Gon gasped; the way Hisoka touched him was always so intense that it felt as if he was never wearing clothes whenever those hands teased him.
His body trembled in anticipation as the hand reached his hips, teasing him by doing wispy figure eights along his bare thigh before coming back up to cup his erection.
"N-no..." Gon stuttered, even as his hips involuntarily jerked, pushing his straining hardness further into Hisoka's palm.
"Hmmmm? ~"
"No Hisoka, we can't...mmmmm..." He brought a hand to cover his mouth in an effort to silence the moans that were coaxed out of him as Hisoka continued to skillfully stroke his hardening phallus. His eyes closed.
Hisoka bent to kiss his cheek and his eyes opened slowly, meeting the darkened, golden irises above him. "Why can't we,"—Hisoka kissed his cheek again—"do this now? I'm merely returning the favor. Your technique has improved... you know I always reward good behavior~"
"Mmmm..." Gon's control was slipping – the voice near his ear was sultry, hypnotic and lilting... eroding his reservations.
"Hisoka no..."
Gon's hips bucked as Hisoka's hand moved from teasing him through his boxers to pull down the cotton barrier and grip his erection. "I...I wanted to..."—he took a deep breath as another tremor wracked his body—"I wanted to do that for you...so you don't need to return the favor..."
Mito-san always said that love was giving and it never expects anything in return...
Hisoka grinned as he shifted again, this time to sit up. His hand did not move from Gon's hardness and he studied him momentarily.
Gon was trying his best to keep his moans contained even as his body twisted from the pleasure.
"Do you think I'd let you go down on me without wanting to do the same for you? ~" His thumb pressed against the tip, flicking across the slit and Gon whimpered into the hand covering his mouth.
Hisoka smirked at Gon's poorly disguised efforts to hide his enjoyment. "There is no need to hide what you feel from me~" He pulled Gon's hand away from his mouth and bent to kiss the exposed lips, smiling as Gon moaned, opening up to deepen the kiss.
Releasing his phallus and lifting off of him, Hisoka spoke, "Let's go~"
"Where are we going Hisoka?" Gon asked, his voice slightly breathless.
"To the shower of course. You prepared the appetizer, and now it's time for me to treat you to the full course~"
XXX
The only thing discernible above the rushing, steady spray of the water was the sound of Gon's breathy moans.
Hisoka loved that sound and he fought the overwhelming desire to thrust inside of Gon right at that moment. The growl that escaped his lips at that denial was dangerously low, frustrated and demanding as his hips, instead of moving to possess Gon, moved to grind his aching cock against Gon's wet body.
This only caused Gon to moan even louder in response to the heated flesh rubbing against him. Looking down between their bodies, he reached up to grasp the steely cock, pumping it slowly but Hisoka grabbed his hand, pulling it away.
"No, not yet~"
Hisoka bent to kiss his cheek, tongue darting out to lick the droplets of water off the smooth, tanned skin. "I want to enjoy you some more~"
"Enjoy?" Gon moaned as he felt Hisoka's fingertips trail down his back. "Ah, Hisoka no...don't tease me... I don't think I could last..."
He felt so hot...so in need – as if he'd die right now, consumed by the fire that burned perpetually inside of him for this man.
"Hisoka...please...I can't..."
"You'll last. You'll last until this is all over~" Hisoka replied with bold confidence, pushing his erection once more against him. "Do you feel that? ~"
"Y-yes...I do..."
"This is how much I want you right now. It's been so long~"
"B-but we..." Gon could hardly finish his sentence as he felt Hisoka grab his butt. "Ah!"
"Yes Gon, I'm listening~"
"We had sex yesterday...morning..."
"Exactly. That's why...I'm like this~"
"Mmmm...don't you see how long ago that was? ~"
Graceful fingers slipped between Gon's butt crack. "Can you imagine the pain I feel from being denied this, for twenty-four hours?" Fingertips brushed against the puckered rose of Gon's entrance and Hisoka smiled as the young man whimpered at the light touch.
"Ah!" Gon's arms tightened around Hisoka's torso as the teasing fingertips became more insistent until one pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
"Mmmm~" Hisoka's moan reverberated against his ear as the finger in Gon's ass slowly withdrew. "You're already this tight again...~" He chuckled, repeating the movement of pushing his finger in and out. "Seems like I'm going to have to stretch you out again my Apple-chan... ~" He removed his finger completely to hold Gon's waist, picking him up easily.
"W-what are you doing?" Gon gasped, looking down at the strong hands holding his waist and bringing his own hands up to grasp Hisoka's shoulders.
Hisoka looked into Gon's heavy-lidded eyes, now level with his own as he placed him on top of the sturdy Redwood shower bench. "I'm giving you a height advantage, so I could focus on other things~"
"What other—" The fingertips were brushing at his entrance again and they did not linger this time.
"This position...makes it easier to properly prepare your ass,"—Hisoka grinned mischievously— "for what's to come~"
"Urrr...mmmm..." Gon moaned as two fingers were now being pushed up inside of him. He gasped for air and trembled as those fingers curled, rubbing against his prostate repeatedly.
Oh god...
"Please, Hisoka..." he pleaded, feeling his own cock getting even harder from the stimulation.
Hisoka loved the way Gon's body shuddered in his arms, face nestled in the crook of his neck, cheek pressed there and hot breath skimming over his skin. He loved everything about Gon. And he wanted to see his eyes, to see if he was affecting Gon as much as he was being affected by him.
"Gon~"
At the sound of his name, Gon lifted his head, eyes slowly opening to look at Hisoka.
Hisoka's other hand reached up to push aside a wet section of green-tinted hair that had fallen forward to obscure Gon's face. He looked deeply into those large honey-colored irises and reached up to kiss his forehead.
Tilting Gon's chin up, he met his lips, tongue darting past as Gon opened his mouth willingly, eagerly meeting Hisoka's tongue with his own. Their kiss was hot, deep, wet and needy; Gon's response driven and enhanced by the fingers incessantly pushing in and out of him.
"Mmmmm..." Gon moaned into the kiss and Hisoka's hand left his chin to smooth down his back, palm pressing against it to push him closer. The action caused his cock to brush against Hisoka's hard abs and the movement, combined with the fingers buried in his ass, made him whimper against Hisoka's mouth.
Hisoka pulled away from him and Gon's head swam, dizzy from the intensity of his arousal as the man bent to take one of his nipples into his mouth.
A deliciously warm sensation coursed through him and Gon practically purred, hands moving up to rake through Hisoka's wet hair while the man studiously focused on nibbling the soft, peaked flesh of his nipple.
"Oh, Hisoka..." Gon's knees almost buckled and his hands fisted in the wet, crimson hair, fingers tightly gripping the wavy strands.
Just hearing that needy cry was his undoing and Hisoka's lips stilled on the sensitive flesh. He moved to kiss the other nipple before straightening up completely. "Gon~"
When Gon met his eyes this time, he was almost startled by the intensity of the passion that burned in those golden irises for him. He blushed brightly, a reaction that Hisoka always loved to see. Withdrawing his fingers from inside him and gripping his hips, Hisoka lifted him up off the shower bench without warning.
"—!" Gon reacted quickly, wrapping his legs around Hisoka's waist and holding onto his shoulders even tighter in order to maintain his balance and Hisoka chuckled.
Gon glowered at him and Hisoka smiled up at him sheepishly, shifting to support him with one hand while he held his own erection with the other.
Momentarily too distracted in glaring at Hisoka, he did not notice what the other was doing until he felt the head of the erect cock pushing past his entrance. Gon gasped in surprise, his features arrested by pain, then pleasure as Hisoka continued to enter him slowly.
"Still so tight huh? ~" Hisoka breathed out as he withdrew, only to push up even harder, burying his entire length inside of Gon's ass this time.
"Ahhhh!" Gon fell forward, locking his arms behind Hisoka's neck, his face buried in his hair.
Hisoka stilled inside of him. "Does it hurt...a lot? ~"
"No...continue...please," Gon gasped desperately, the pain causing his arousal to mount even higher.
Hisoka gripped Gon's hips harder, his fingertips bruising Gon's soft skin as he steadily thrust in and out of him, the tightness of the walls embracing his engorged cock harder than Gon's arms were currently squeezing his shoulders.
And he loved it.
"Yes..." Gon mewled as he felt the thick cock thrust into him again. He bit his bottom lip and Hisoka paused to kiss him possessively on the mouth, taking that reddened bottom lip into his own mouth and sucking on it, bruising the tender skin even more.
Gon moaned as Hisoka pulled his hips flush against his own, grinding his hips in a circular motion so that the cock buried deep within him made the same movement. Gon gasped as the tingling pleasure became an electric shock that radiated from his core right up to the surface of his skin.
Hisoka looked down at his tanned skin, peppered with goose bumps and droplets of water and he smiled, licking from his shoulder, right up to his neck. He licked the skin there for a moment, proceeding to bite and suckle it, bruising the tender skin right where the neck met the shoulder.
He pulled back to admire his work, grinning at the bright red bruise that had formed to join the others that had not quite healed yet.
Gon squirmed in his arms as if getting impatient and Hisoka smiled, pulling his cock almost all the way out before thrusting forcefully back inside of his ass.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Is that what you want? ~"
"Urrr..."
He continued to push up inside of him.
"Gon...is that exactly what you wanted? ~"
Gon moaned.
Hisoka pushed his cock right up to the hilt, pressing Gon's back against the bathroom wall. "Say it~" he commanded. "I want to hear you say how much you want my cock in your ass fucking you like this. I want to hear you talk dirty~"
"I…I can't…"
"Do it~" Hisoka pulled out slowly, only to thrust harder and all the way in.
"Ah, ah y-yes Hisoka!"
"What am I doing to you?"
"Y-you're driving me c-crazy!"
Hisoka continued his hard pace, Gon's breathy voice turning him on but he wanted more, he wanted him to lose control completely. "Not…good enough… talk dirtier~"
"Ohhh..." There was a mild tremor coursing through him and Gon gasped, "You're fucking me good!"
"Only...good? ~" came the seductive, breathless voice next to Gon's ear.
"G-great!" Gon gasped again as the water hitting his nipples added to the coiled up tension in his body. "Oooh…Hisoka…"
"Yes? ~" Hisoka grinned. "What...am I doing...to your ass? ~"
"You're fucking...stretching it!"
Smiling, he asked, "And...how does it feel? ~"
"Good! So...f-fucking good…"—Gon bit his lip, overwhelmed by the rapturous thrill—"…oh gods help me…"
"No one…" Hisoka started, "…can save you…from this pleasure… ~"
"Hahhh…I..." Gon whimpered, his reply incoherent.
Wet, but on fire, he was sure that he really did not want to be saved after all.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
With each thrust, the smooth, honed surface of the Quartzite stone tiles rubbed against his back, adding to the sensory experience.
"Mn..." Gon moaned, feeling his orgasm close. Too close. His hands gripped Hisoka's broad shoulders tighter and not wanting to cum yet, he tried to distract himself, looking up at the ceiling to focus on the sharp angles of the large steel shower head.
Oh...
Unfortunately, that did nothing to help as the sight only made him more aware of the fact that the shower's spray was partially thrumming his hard nipple.
Oooh...
"Mmmmm..." Gon moaned again, squirming within Hisoka's tight grip.
This is too good...
Gon was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood and Hisoka bent to kiss him, tasting the blood and feeling his own orgasm close as he repeatedly sheathed his throbbing cock inside of Gon's heated core.
"Yes Gon, don't…fight it~"
"Uh…mmmmm…!" Gon's short nails dug into Hisoka's wet, strong back as if trying to pull him closer than he already was.
Drunkened by lust, all Gon was conscious of was the sound of Hisoka's guttural moans in his ear – those grunts deep and demanding as he came inside of him, triggering his own orgasm. Gon's body convulsed violently as his orgasmic rapture caught him by surprise and he threw back his head, eyes rolling backwards as a choked cry escaped his lips.
"Hisoka..." he sobbed as his seed spilled between them, his tense muscles going lax.
Hisoka breathed heavily, holding Gon's trembling body close as he came down from his own high. He huffed against the skin of Gon's wet neck, tongue coming out to lick at the water droplets before his lips tenderly kissed the skin. "Oh Gon… ~"
"Mmmmm...?" Gon's eyes were closed, his forehead resting against Hisoka's chest.
"How do you feel? ~"
"Happy…" Gon replied, his arms tightening around Hisoka's torso. "And how do you feel Hisoka?" he whispered.
"Good," Hisoka breathed out, stroking his fingers down Gon's back. "Very good~"
XXX
"But I'll get it all wet," Gon complained as he looked between Hisoka and the leather bench.
"Just sit~" Hisoka replied, his back already to him as he reached into the tall linen cabinet next to the shower enclosure.
Gon sat on the upholstered leather bench next to the Jacuzzi, watching Hisoka as he approached him with one of the ribbed cotton bath towels in hand.
He reached out to take it from him but Hisoka shooed him away, moving instead to drape it around his shoulders.
The atmosphere in their master bathroom was buoyant and cozy, illuminated by the soft light of the beaded drop crystal chandelier above; and as Hisoka proceeded to dry him off, Gon could feel the budding connection between them building to the point that it was unbreakable. And instead of reassuring him, it scared Gon, because although he could feel them getting closer, he couldn't shake the feeling that what he was to do today in following Hisoka was like betraying the unspoken trust that had been built between them.
"Are you okay? ~" came the voice close to his ear and Gon almost sobbed at the level of concern that he could discern from it. He nodded, biting his bruised lip nervously and happy that his face was turned away from Hisoka – he did not want him to see his expression right now.
But as Hisoka continued to dry him off, now gently rubbing his hair with the towel, Gon's expression changed to one of bewilderment, his confusion growing with each stroke of the soft, thick cotton towel across his damp skin.
When was it that Hisoka started to seemingly handle him with care and speak to him so gently? When was it that even the gentlest touches burned just as much as the intense, passion-driven ones? When punishment felt pleasurable and fear disappeared, only to be replaced with trust – the trembling from fear and excitement converted to tremors of ecstasy and expectation?
Had it always been there but he just hadn't noticed?
This did not make Gon feel happier, but scared him, as his thoughts were now wrapped up in the mysterious nature of what Killua wanted him to find out that day.
What is it that Killua wants me to see?
Is it really as serious as he thinks it is?
What would I do then if it is?
Gon's expression became distant and sad as he deliberated over that last question.
What would I do?
I'll crumble, of course...
He sighed.
That's why I must never let Hisoka know how I feel...
Hisoka finished by wrapping him in the towel, turning his body to face him and as his golden gaze captured Gon's, he asked again, "Are you sure you're okay Gon? ~"
Gon tried to hide the worry from his face, closing his eyes and smiling up at Hisoka before the man could read what was in his eyes. He buried his face in Hisoka's chest and wrapped his arms around his torso. "I'm okay Hisoka..."
Hisoka brought his arms up to encircle him, returning Gon's embrace, as his face lowered to nuzzle his neck. "You wouldn't be lying to me now would you? ~"
"Of course I'm not..." Gon lied, his voice muffled as he snuggled his face deeper into the plush, ribbed cotton material of the magician's bathrobe.
He fought the urge to cry, realizing that he really hated lying to Hisoka. All he wanted to say was what was on his mind... to look up and tell him, 'Actually...I'm scared that I might be falling in love with you...' but Gon did not say what was on his mind. He remained silent.
Thankfully, Hisoka just held him, not bothering to question him further.
XXX
NB: Midday...
Hm? ~
As Hisoka walked into their little dining area, he eyed Gon sitting at the table trying to build a card tower.
His smile widened and he stealthily inched close enough to him to extend one finger.
With just a little more— ~
"Don't you dare," Gon warned, without even turning around.
"What? ~" Hisoka asked – a picture of innocence if there ever were one.
"I know what you were going to do."
"Really? ~"
"Yes; each and every time I try to build a card tower, you always sneak by and knock it down."
"And why would I do that? ~"
"Because you're an evil magician."
"An evil magician hm? ~" Hisoka asked, stepping closer to Gon and bending to whisper in his ear, "You're lucky I don't have much time, otherwise I would have shown you just how bad I could be…~"
"I-I'm pretty much aware of that already…"
"Are you sure? You do have a tendency to forget these things quite easily. Maybe I am too easy on you." Hisoka grinned playfully. "But if we do it now it would have to be quick though… ~"
The last part of Hisoka's sentence sounded as if he was thinking aloud, wondering if he really had the time to have sex with him and Gon swallowed hard, shivering visibly at the dark promise in those words. Oh no. If he doesn't have much time...and wants to make it quick…that could only mean a quickie right? He took a deep breath.
"Wh-where are you going?" He asked, hoping to steer the subject in a different direction.
The last thing Gon wanted was a quickie on top of his incomplete card tower.
It would be ruined…and this is the first time I've ever gotten it this high...
"I'm off to meet Illumi," Hisoka replied. "He wants to meet me since he's also in town~"
"Oh yeah he is; Killua told me yesterday," Gon said turning from his cards to look in Hisoka's direction. Seeing that Hisoka was busy lacing up his boots, he took the opportunity to examine him.
Hm?
He's wearing one of his new outfits...just for today, Gon observed, frowning slightly as he allowed his eyes to roam slowly over Hisoka's body, from the vintage lace-up leather boots and dark blue slim jeans to the grey partial button-up sweater with red checkered shirt underneath.
Oh.
Gon's cheeks tinted to a slight pink shade.
Damn...
So handsome...
He took a deep breath.
"What time would you be back?"
Hisoka looked up as he finished tying the knot on his ankle boots. "Not sure~"
Gon pretended to be busy with his card tower again.
So he's going to be out late with Illumi...
"Oh..."
"If anything," Hisoka started. "We can go out for dinner when I get back."
"Yeah."
"And I won't be out too late~"
"That's good..." Gon mumbled.
"Great, well I'll see you later~" And with that, Hisoka was out the door.
As soon as the door closed, Gon acted quickly, running back to the bedroom to get ready to leave as well.
Suddenly feeling as if his intentions were a bit distrustful, Gon convinced himself that he was doing this only because Killua had insisted.
I just want to get it done and over with.
But why do I feel so unsure about Hisoka meeting up with Illumi?
Gon huffed when his inability to comprehend his feelings started to frustrate him. If I prove Killua wrong, everything will be okay.
I'm sure it will be and I wouldn't have to worry about anything again and maybe Killua would accept Hisoka...
But will it be that easy?
Incredibly troubled by all the doubt that his best friend had raised, Gon knew that proving him wrong would help to ease the confusion in his heart, but he still felt terribly worried.
Gon steadied himself with a deep breath. Okay Killua...I'm going to do this: I'm going to follow Hisoka.
Luckily, he didn't need to follow closely as Killua had told him the name and location of the bar where his aniki usually met clients.
There's a big chance that Killua's brother would be meeting Hisoka there too.
Gon fiddled uncertainly with the edges of the slip of paper Killua had given him the day before.
Having the address and not having to follow closely would also mean eliminating the chances of getting discovered by the pair.
I can't let Hisoka see me.
Gon sighed.
Do I really want to do this?
His mind was in turmoil as he stood in front of the door leading out of the condo. Thankfully, the more he pondered on what he had to do was the more he became sure that this was what he had to do.
I can't believe that I'm really going to go through with this, but it's something I have to do if I want to have a future with Hisoka...
XXX
N.B. At The Bar...
Hisoka did not have to wait long. Rather, Illumi was already there when he arrived.
As usual, it was easy for him to tell when the other was around as he could feel his familiar presence as soon as he entered the bar. And by the time Illumi emerged from the corner to his left, Hisoka had already found a seat at the far end of the bar.
"Hm?" He looked up to smirk at him, taking in his appearance as he came closer. It had been quite a while since Hisoka had last seen him but nothing had changed; except that Illumi was not dressed in his usual clothes – but then again he most likely was not working at the moment. Illumi always dressed casually when he was not on a job.
"You got here early." Illumi said by way of 'hello' as he walked right up to where Hisoka sat, sauntering with the grace expected of someone from his lineage.
"Yeah." Hisoka gestured in the direction of a mousy-looking waitress. "I've already ordered drinks~"
Just then, the waitress came over, carefully placing their drinks on the table. Without sparing a backward glance, she quickly left.
Looking down at the expensive drinks that had been placed before them, Illumi muttered, "You've got the same expensive tastes as always I see."
"Mmm that's just me I guess~" Hisoka replied in his lilting voice. "I always choose the best~"
Illumi didn't bother to respond but simply nodded as he draped his light coat on the backrest of the high-stool, revealing his emerald green vest with chartreuse highlights. "So what brings you to York Shin?" he asked, sitting down and taking a sip of the Aviation Cocktail in front of him.
Getting straight to the point, I see~ Hisoka thought, looking up from the deep purple hue of the Platinum Passion cocktail he had ordered for himself.
"Nothing much, just a job…how about you? ~"
"Same here…" Illumi eyed Hisoka for a brief moment before speaking. "I heard that you have an interesting travelling companion."
Ah yes, Killua must have told him. Hisoka pondered for a moment, smirking. Killua seems to be telling people a lot of things.
"Yeah I do and…? ~"
"Well I know you to be one who normally prefers to travel alone."
"Is that so? ~"
"Well, for as long as I've known you, you always have."
"Well, preferences change I guess~"
"Hmmm…"
"What are you getting at? ~"
"You're not playing with him are you?" Illumi looked at him with those blank eyes and Hisoka met that stare head on.
"What are you on about? ~" Hisoka asked, feigning innocence. "I do play with Gon...sometimes~"
Illumi frowned at the implied meaning in Hisoka's words. "You know what I'm talking about."
"I do? ~"
"Yes."
"Why do you care? ~"
"I don't."
"Of course you don't," Hisoka agreed, momentarily dropping his playful tone. "How could you care when you were the one who tried to kill him twice during the Hunters' Exam?"
The air between them got chilly but Illumi dismissed it. "Tch…"—he looked away—"Gon is Killua's friend," he said as if that sentence would serve to explain everything about his behavior sufficiently.
"You've never cared before~"
"Well it matters now."
"Weren't you the one who used to go on and on about keeping all friends away from Killua? ~"
"And weren't you the one who used to go on and on about solitude and independence?" Illumi countered.
"Ah, you've got me~" Hisoka admitted with a cunning smile. "But Gon has always been someone I wanted to claim one day. You, on the other hand has always been adamant about preventing Killua from making friends."
"Well, things have changed," Illumi explained. "Friendship...seems to make Killua happy. And he would be most upset if something were to happen to Gon."
"What exactly is going on between you and Killua? ~" Hisoka asked, unnaturally perceptive as always.
"There's nothing 'going on' between us."
"Ooooooh your tone seems to imply that there is something going on. Are you guilty of something?"
"No..."
"Are you sure? ~"
"Of course I am sure, I am his brother."
"Well you were always a little too attached to your brother…~"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing…~"
"What?"
"Hmmm…~"
"Stop it."
"Stop what? ~"
"…"
"Hey now, don't get angry, you're looking as if you want to kill me~" Hisoka hesitated a moment. "Wait...I take that back,"—his wide grin betrayed his excitement—"on the contrary, please do get angry~"
"You're such a bastard."
Hisoka turned toward the door and furrowed his brows in concentration. Illumi watched him, now suddenly on alert too. "Is someone you know out there Hisoka?"
Ah, so he's followed me here.
Hisoka's look of surprise evaporated as he smiled.
I'll use this situation to my advantage~
"Hisoka?"
"Hmmm? ~" Hisoka turned back to Illumi who was still looking at him. "No... it's no one. Now what were you saying? ~"
"I was saying that you are a bastard."
Hisoka scoffed. "That I already know, but aren't you the one changing the subject? ~"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are~"
"…"
"Admit it"—Hisoka leaned in closer—"you're jealous of Gon…~"
When Hisoka got no answer, he smirked, continuing, "I can hardly believe that the Ice Princess is actually showing emotion... ~"
Illumi frowned at the familiar nickname. "I told you not to call me that."
"Why not? That name suits you perfectly. You've hardly ever shown any emotion in all the years we've known each other and it takes a lot of strategy to get a rise out of you. Even when we were fu—"
"Ok Hisoka, I get the point," Illumi interrupted. "I am an assassin after all; I have to be like this. My question is why would you even think that I'd be jealous of a fifteen year old brat with poor fashion sense?" he asked disbelievingly, crossing one long, slim leg over the other. Hisoka's eyes followed the movement, from the chic leather boots to the slim jeans.
"It's not about fashion or physical appearances~" Hisoka said, voice dropping to a whisper. "It's about the mere fact that Gon has what you don't~"
"And what would that be?"
"Me~" Hisoka replied confidently.
"Pffft…" The sound sounded so strange coming from Illumi. It was as if he'd almost laughed – if he ever were to do so so easily.
Illumi stared at Hisoka as if the man had suddenly grown two heads. "Jealous?" he asked, trying not to laugh while testing the word on his tongue.
A slight frown settled on his lips as if the word had an unpleasant taste. "What we had had ended a long time ago. There is no jealousy here I assure you…" Illumi's sentence trailed off as Hisoka's face was a lot closer than it had been a while ago, effectively invading his personal space even more than before.
He sighed. What is he up to now?
"What is your problem?" Illumi asked pointedly and Hisoka responded by closing the remaining distance, his lips pausing briefly near their target before taking Illumi's in an impromptu kiss.
Hisoka smirked against Illumi's lips, surprised that Illumi had allowed him to steal a kiss and relishing the mild floral notes left behind by the expensive cocktail Illumi had been drinking.
No...
What's going on?
Gon couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had followed Hisoka because Killua's words had kept nagging at him but he did not expect to stumble upon the scene he was currently unable to look away from.
The last thing he had expected to see was Hisoka and Illumi frenching in public.
Why are they doing that?
Why would Hisoka kiss Illumi?
He did not understand, nothing made sense anymore and it hurt to stand there, looking at Hisoka kissing someone else. Gon forced himself to turn away, his hands clenching involuntarily at his sides.
I need to get out of this place as soon as possible, he thought, finally moving to quickly press his back against the wall adjacent to the doorway.
No. I can't stay here.
I've got to leave...
I need to get as far away as possible, from this place...
And from Hisoka.
XXX
Gon lay sprawled out haphazardly on the large bed. How much time had passed since he'd returned? He had no idea; nor did he care.
Intending to run as far away as possible from Hisoka, his lies and everything that reminded him of the man, Gon had run at full speed from the bar but in the end, he had run all the way back to the Condo and the memories he shared with Hisoka.
Overcome by a pervading sense of doom, he felt as if there was no other choice but to exist within some kind of infinite loop reliving what he'd just seen repeatedly in an attempt to convince himself that it had just happened.
In an attempt to remove the denial.
He stared unseeingly up at the tiles on the ceiling, not daring to close his eyes, because whenever he did, he saw them...over and over. He saw them kissing, eyes closed, blind to the world around them, lost in their own pleasure.
Gon felt disgusted, like such a fool. Killua was right – I am naïve.
And as he lay there, the shocked haze around his mind began to lift and like the pieces of a puzzle finally coming together, it all became clear – the realization hitting him full on.
His fists clenched tightly. I'm not just a fool, I am the biggest one there is. Why didn't I realize it before? It was so obvious.
He remembered how Hisoka had told him in the forest that first day that his plan was to take his innocence one day and that it would be only when he'd given it up himself.
Gon slapped his forehead, ignoring the stinging sensation as he realized how perfectly he'd played into Hisoka's plans all along.
I gave Hisoka my innocence just as he had expected.
And I even begged to be taken…
Just as Hisoka wanted me to.
"Damn it…"
Still, Gon was finding it hard to believe how Hisoka's expressions, and the way that he acted around him could be a ploy. Didn't the waitress yesterday tell him how much she could see that Hisoka liked him? And that morning, the way Hisoka had held, kissed and touched him...
Just then, Killua's voice came into his head, "Oh come on Gon, the man had said so himself – he's '…a whimsical liar', are you going to believe in that?!"
Gon felt a pain in his chest.
The recollection of how he'd once thought that he would not be surprised if Hisoka was doing all of this in order to achieve some goal came to him as well and he frowned deeper, knowing that they had gone too far for him to be simply surprised.
Now, after learning to trust Hisoka and feeling comfortable with him more and more each day...after allowing him to take all and more from his body... and his heart, Gon felt strange.
What do I do now?
Have all the things we shared...and experienced together...been just a game to Hisoka? That while I was struggling to avoid telling him how I felt, in order not to be hurt, he was leading me there anyway?
How will Hisoka explain this?
Will he lie and tell me that this kiss was nothing...that it—
Gon sneered, his fists still clenched so tightly that his bruised palms were starting to bleed. There's no way that kiss between them at the bar was nothing.
Hisoka may have been Gon's first and he might have been terribly inexperienced in relationships and sex when he first met Hisoka, but Gon was not stupid. He had been on enough dates back on Whale Island to know that people never kissed that deeply when greeting each other or on a whim.
And it was long after they had greeted each other anyway.
That kiss between Hisoka and Illumi spoke of something much deeper going on beneath the surface.
Are they dating?
What is their relationship?
Maybe all he had been was a replacement for Illumi until they got back together and now that they had, Hisoka would discard him like an overused, broken doll.
Gon felt sick, he felt used and for some strange reason, there was a tightness in his chest that hurt as if he'd been hit really, really hard there.
Despite the emptiness, why do I feel that so acutely?
Putting a palm on his chest as if to make sure that he wasn't physically hurt, Gon rubbed at his eyes only to pull away to look down at the moisture on his hand with huge, disbelieving eyes as if surprised to find his face wet.
I can't take this anymore.
Had it been fun for Hisoka to play with his feelings and watch cruelly while he danced to his tune? Was it all an illusion? Was this really the end?
He had felt lucky to have found a friend and something much more in someone who once was his enemy, to be so happy in arms that held him lovingly, and to see now that it was all a lie was tearing into him from the inside.
This is too much.
Gon turned over and buried his face into the pillow but that only made things worse because when he did, he could only smell the smooth, clean scent of Hisoka's favorite shampoo that he had come to associate with him. It made Gon remember what he'd done that morning – how he had shown the man his love when he couldn't tell him.
Unable to fight it anymore, Gon gripped the pillow tightly, sobbing quietly into the soft material.
Gon couldn't think of possibly facing Hisoka again. It was too embarrassing. Too painful. If he wanted to be with Illumi—ahh there it was…that pain again—he could go right ahead. But he wasn't sticking around to wish the happy couple well or to be thrown out like yesterday's stale bread. He had to get out of there.
Out of that condo and maybe head back to Whale Island in a couple of days.
He did not know where he'd go, but anywhere was better than where he was at the moment.
Looking around frantically, Gon noticed that it was getting late. Through the crisp glass panels of the sliding doors he could see the darkness starting to encroach upon the city.
Hisoka might be back soon.
Shit. Gon jumped off the bed.
Good thing he did not have much to pack – he was definitely not taking all of the clothes and shoes Hisoka had bought him – the less memories he would have of him, the easier it would be to forget.
I'll go just as I'd come.
He turned toward the bathroom. I can be out of here in less than fifteen minutes if I take a quick shower.
Gon briefly considered skipping the shower but decided against doing so as his eyes were probably a puffy mess from crying and he needed to get cleaned up. Just washing his face wouldn't be enough – he needed to feel the spray of the water beating down on his skin to help him forget. And it definitely won't do him good if people saw his tear-streaked face and kept stopping him on the street to ask what the problem was.
XXX
It was tough taking that shower (especially after what had happened behind those sliding doors just that morning), but it was necessary.
Now, dressed in his boxers and vest, Gon stood morosely in front of the vanity. The rare, expensive mirror reflected his weary face with perfect clarity, and he eyed the frown there, putting an index finger at either corner of his mouth, to forcibly stretch it into a smile.
That's better... he thought, but as soon as he removed his fingers, his lips fell back into a frown.
I'll work on that later.
As he continued to appraise his reflection, his eyes caught the redness at the base of his neck.
A hickey?
And it wasn't the only one. There were at least three others that looked as if they were starting to fade, which made Gon feel profoundly grateful that he healed quickly, since the marks would be gone by morning.
Unfortunately, only the fading love bites were low enough to be hidden by a T-shirt. The dark red – most obvious – one at the base of his neck was still healing and was situated in a place that presented a challenge to hide.
Must have been from this morning...
Gon's curiosity morphed into anger as he continued to stare at Hisoka's stamp of ownership.
In a blind fury he punched the mirror hard but the mirror did not break and he retracted his hand to press his palm flat against the cool glass. His eyes roamed absently over his reddened knuckles but he didn't really think about them because they didn't hurt.
Or maybe the pain was there but he just wasn't aware of the it above the dull pain in his chest.
Pulling open the top drawer, Gon searched around frantically, not caring that he was making a mess of what Hisoka had carefully organized just recently.
Finally putting his hands on what he had been searching for, Gon carefully peeled the large square bandage off its paper backing and slapped it on the offensive hickey.
What a relief, he thought now that it was hidden from his view.
"Okay... Where do I go now?" he whispered, realizing that it was getting much later and that he really had to get out.
I don't want Hisoka to return and catch me trying to leave.
But I need to find somewhere to stay the night.
Pulling out his cell phone to check the time, Gon had an idea.
"Killua..." he whispered, feeling the tears well up in his eyes again. As he walked to the foyer to collect his boots, he quickly dialed the familiar number, anticipation building in his heart at the first ring.
Killua would definitely help me, he thought happily as the phone continued to ring.
"Ne Kill—!" Gon started desperately but stopped when he realized that he was talking to his friend's voice-mail.
What?
Walking back to the bathroom, he hung up and dialed a second time but got the voice-mail again.
[[Hey man you know who you called so...just leave a message...a number, whatever or just hang up...suit yourself – I could care less. Maybe I'll call you back. Maybe not. BEEP]]
Gon dialed a third time but Killua still didn't pick up.
"Where the heck is he?"
Shoving the phone back into his pocket and taking his boots with him to the bathroom, Gon huffed.
Whatever. I'll just leave now and call again when I'm on the main road so he could pick me up.
"But first I have to get dressed..."
Gon pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and the boots he'd brought in then grabbed the first T-shirt that was sitting in the hamper waiting to be folded.
He didn't really look at it, but just pulled it on. It wasn't until he turned to face the mirror again that he realized what he was wearing.
Fuck...
It was the rib-knit moss green graphic tee that Hisoka had bought for him on their fifth day together when he'd taken him shopping to get new clothes. It had a large print of an apple on the front with two bites taken out of it – one on either side with the words PRECIOUS FRUIT. DON'T EAT ME in bold print right under the apple.
Tears welled up in his eyes again as he fingered the banded crew neck, remembering that this was Hisoka's favorite T-shirt out of all the ones that he had bought for him.
"He loves to see me in this..."
Gon's smile was ghostly.
And he's always calling me his Apple-chan...
But as Gon continued to look at the half-eaten apple, his smile was now bitter as he thought of all the times Hisoka had already taken a 'bite' out of him.
If I was this apple, I'd already be down to the core.
Maybe that's why Hisoka no longer wants me...he's used me enough.
His sadness turned to anger and he ripped off the slim-fit tee, balling it up angrily and throwing it on the ground.
"Fucking bastard!" Gon shouted as he stomped on it repeatedly with his boots.
Hisoka hated it whenever he'd forgotten and wore his boots indoors and that made the whole experience of what he was doing 100x better.
Gon probably raged on the garment for a good five minutes before he proceeded to kick the balled up, trampled mess as hard as he could and it skittered past the Jacuzzi to the far end of the master bathroom.
He smirked, feeling much more relaxed.
Reaching into the hamper again, his eyes widened when he lifted his hand to see that he was holding a pair of Hisoka's white silk boxers. He stared at it blankly for a moment, absently noting that it was the white to the black the man had been wearing the night before while he was lounging on the sofa. Gon's eyes scanned the suit symbols briefly before he actually understood what he was holding.
"What the hell?!" He threw it against the grey wall next to the mirror in front of him and it slid down to settle against the baseboard molding on the floor in a defeated heap.
Growling, Gon grasped the edges of the hamper this time, looking in to ensure that he did not grab any more undesirables.
He chose a charcoal grey graphic print open neck tank, straightening to pull the knit cotton material quickly over his vest. Turning triumphantly, he marched out of the bathroom and quickly past the bedroom, ensuring to not look back at their bed.
It's a good thing I took that shower.
Gon felt a whole lot better, especially if he didn't think about the reason why he was leaving. He just needed to get out of that place.
Get out, meet up with Killua and crash with him for a few days or so. After that he'd think of something. The important thing was that he had to get to some place where Hisoka couldn't find him eventually; maybe back to Whale Island.
Just thinking of his home made his heart clench painfully and he longed to see Aunt Mito and granny again. Gon could hardly believe that that was the island he had been desperately attempting to leave a few months ago when Aunt Mito had him on lockdown.
Now he couldn't wait to get back there and back into her arms.
His eyes welled up with tears as he thought of his aunt standing on their doorstep, arms open wide in greeting but he fought the tears – he'd have a lot of time to cry when he was back home. Thank goodness Aunt Mito never questioned him unless he was ready to talk and that's what he needed right now, to just cry, surrounded by her loving arms.
Maybe I'll talk to her about what happened...or not.
The last thing Gon wanted his aunt to know was that after she had trusted him to take care of himself he'd gone and gotten himself taken advantage of.
Getting hurt was all a part of life but Gon just knew that she would not listen to that reasoning and would probably never let him out of her sight again.
That might be for the best anyway...
Picking up his satchel, he paused briefly in the foyer, looking back at the 'home' he'd shared with his unlikely travelling companion for a short time. A tear slid down his cheek and he angrily wiped it away, but it was quickly followed by another two in rapid succession. Gon grunted angrily; he will not start crying again.
I'm okay…I'm okay—another tear slid down his cheek—I'm not okay…
Sniffling, his hand paused on the door knob, which was surprisingly cold in his grip.
Why am I hesitating?
I have to hurry so that I could meet up with Killua.
Gathering his resolve, Gon pulled open the door as if he was once again faced with the insurmountable task of two years prior where he had to push open the Testing Gates to get to Killua.
But unlike back then, he felt no satisfaction in overcoming the obstacle. Instead he paused mid step, frozen where he stood, because standing before him, hand poised as if about to grasp the doorknob was Hisoka.
Fuck…
2nd Re-edit Note 20/04/16: Re-editing this took almost three days of work. It was a pain, but I'm satisfied now...I reworked a lot of stuff and now it reads better.
A/N: (Yes! I finished it! That was intense...)
1) Yum Hisoka has good taste in drinks... I just love the interaction between him and Illumi.
2) Oh Gon you poor baby, you went from having the best sex to worrying about your card tower getting destroyed by an unplanned 'quickie'...to this. What a day. You have some awful timing…
P.S.: as for 'where the heck is [Killua]', most likely Illumi had just gotten back home and Killua was hiding with his phone in silent mode lol.
3) I laughed so much at Killua's voice-mail. He's such a tough cutie. I'm sure he was tempted to add "And if you're aniki, don't leave any messages...as a matter of fact, don't call again..." LOL
4) And look at Illumi that stinker pretending not to have a thing for Killua while accusing Hisoka of being with Gon. Hisoka's on to you!
Things just keep heating up. What's happening here? Is this part of Hisoka's plan or did Gon really just get replaced as he thinks he has? I hope you liked the chapter as much as I did. Please drop me a review and share your thoughts *hugs*
IMPORTANT NOTE: Ok so my dreaded classes resume from this evening and unfortunately I'll have to go on a mini hiatus of about 3-4 weeks. I may not have time to devote hours per day writing since classes are 4-week intense modules. This is my last class then there's a two month Practicum after and I can't wait for it to be all over. I'm really sorry to be leaving the story at this cliffhanger, I had been posting chapters really fast hoping to not end up at a cliffhanger but still did =.= I guess every chapter is a cliffhanger lol. But I promise I am not gone and this is not the end, I've already written most of the next chapter so I might still update sooner than expected, but I just wanted to let you guys know just in case you wonder what is up with my updates. And I swear, it really is classes and not Dragon Quest like Togashi-san is rumored to be playing lol...