Re-edit:Chapters 20 -26 were chapters 20 - 23 now cut in half to make them easier to read.

A/N: Hi again guys! It's update time! *Silly dancing*

And this chapter has fluffy, domestic HisoGon! *Heavy breathing* (lol)

I love it because there are so many things I like in here and I hope you guys enjoy it XD

Oh and before I forget, I had done an extension of sorts to Chapter 19 so you might want to check that out under my other stories (the title is Wanting to Meet You x See You Again).

I thank you all for your reviews, follows and favs. The support is greatly appreciated. It was great to read what you thought of the last chapter! I tried to reply to all. For the guest reviews, I'll reply here:

Flora: *laughing* Omg "Make way for Laundry Day"...Gon probably NEVER wants to hear that phrase again lol. And your mention of "gay bar music" made me think of the song named "Gay Bar" oh dear me.

Nagito: I'm happy you didn't die from a nosebleed. But I warn you now, prepare yourself for this chapter (I will say no more!) XD And thanks for reading, I'll do my best to keep writing!

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Chapter Summary: Gon is upset that Hisoka seems to be having second thoughts about his involvement in their mission...

References: Hunter x Hunter 2011 episode 28 where Gon remembers how Hisoka told him how you can (-stalk-) learn where someone is.

Disclaimers:

Plot mine! Characters not!

Finally: Haha... I just love their dynamics. These two even argue like an old married couple – that fights. While editing this I was like, *It's too early in the morning for this y'all* lol…

A moment of silence for the 320 000 Jenny antique Table Lamp that lost its life in the last chapter and for which no one cares ( still don't) RIP, we hardly knew thee...

Now come, let's get started!

Chapter Twenty: A Beautiful Morning Together

NB: Day 11

"Ummm..." Gon moaned groggily, roused awake when the man below him stirred. He drowsily rubbed at his eyes and groaned, opening heavy eyelids to see Hisoka looking down at him.

"Ohayou~"

"Ohayou," Gon replied, returning his smile with a beatific one of his own.

"How did you sleep? ~"

Gon sat up in bed and stretched his arms wide, yawning. "Mmmmhmm…"

Hisoka stroked the messy hair away from his face, smiling wider at the cute sound he'd made. "That's good… ~"

Gon nodded, turning away from him momentarily.

"Huh?" His attention was drawn to the condition of their bedroom.

Something's different...it's a bit...neater?

He looked around.

Ah yes, that's what it is!

Last night the place looked as if a mini tornado had passed through. The reason being that the evening before, during their argument, Hisoka definitely hadn't been gentle in stripping him of his clothes. If he remembered correctly, his shorts, vest and armhole tank was over by the sliding doors along with Hisoka's torn clothes, pants and belt.

He had managed to keep his boots on longer than the rest though, but eventually, that too was pulled off and thrown in the corner, unfortunately knocking over the svelte antique ceramic and brass table lamp.

Gon blushed as he remembered how hasty Hisoka had been, preoccupied solely with removing the bothersome barrier between those hands and his body and not caring about the mess that was made in the process. But today, it was as if the events of yesterday had never occurred. The clothing that had been scattered haphazardly over the floor was all gone and the heavy drapes were drawn, lending a serene quality to the atmosphere in their bedroom.

Even the broken glass from the lamp was not there any more.

Hisoka must have cleaned up after I fell asleep.

A small smile graced his lips as he turned back toward the man lying next to him. "Hisoka did y—"

He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence.

"Ouch, Hisoka…ow…ow…ow...y—...s-stop it!" Gon laughed, batting away the hands that were pinching his cheeks. Having succeeded, he scooted a bit further away from the man, still grinning and giving him a playful glare.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? I did try to resist~" Hisoka said, easily blocking the small pillow thrown at him.

"Yeah right…" Gon eyed him warily. He knew that face. Whenever the man looked a little too innocent, it usually meant that he was up to something.

"Now come here~" Hisoka reached for him, pulling his body close and absently stroking along his bare arm, moving to interlace their fingers. He nuzzled his neck and Gon giggled.

"A—ah haha Hi-Hisoka, that tickles!"

"It does? ~" Hisoka asked, pretending to be unaware.

"Yes!" Gon turned to face him, holding one hand up to his neck. Hisoka was giving him that same lazy grin that always made his heart beat faster. Smiling, he gently squeezed the hand holding his. "Got anything planned for today?"

Hisoka shook his head. "No…not really~"

"Well, when are we going to start doing the reconnaissance for your job? We've been here for almost two weeks, isn't it time yet?" Gon's hopeful look started to dissipate when he saw Hisoka's almost indiscernible hesitation and he held his breath, already knowing that the man's response would not be to his liking.

"Hmmm, I've been thinking about that..." Hisoka looked away from him. "And I've decided that maybe you're not ready~"

"Wh—" The smile on Gon's face faltered, his good mood evaporating. "What…but…"

"Have you forgotten that you can no longer use your Nen? Things can get pretty dangerous."

"Have you forgotten that you made a promise to take me with you – even after knowing that I could not use my Nen?" Gon countered.

Hisoka stared at him for a moment before responding. "Yes, but I've changed my mind."

Gon did not like the finality in his tone. "Why do you lie so much? We talked about this and you promised..."

"I did not lie…at the time."

Really starting to get upset now, Gon pulled his hand away from Hisoka's. He angrily pushed aside the sheets, climbing atop the duvet on all fours to glare down at him. "Well hold up to your promise!"

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to get hurt."

"So what? You're going to do this on your own?"

"Maybe~"

"Damn it Hisoka, I'm not a child!"

"I know that~" Hisoka smirked at the way Gon seemed to puff out his chest a little more as if to exaggerate the fact that he'd grown. He bit his bottom lip, resisting the urge to laugh.

Luckily, Gon was too upset with him to notice his mirth. "If you are aware that I am no longer a child, then stop shielding me!"

"It's not that—"

"Whatever…" Gon cut in moodily, not wanting to hear anything else Hisoka had to say.

He moved to get off the bed but Hisoka grabbed the waistband of his boxers and he fell backwards.

"Ouch! Leave me alone!" Gon shouted, quickly dodging Hisoka's attempt to tackle him and slapping away the hand he'd just been happily holding a few minutes ago.

Hisoka pulled him back down on the bed and rolled him over. "I'll never leave you alone," he said, his voice determined as he held both his wrists. "Stop fighting me."

"Arrrgh!" Gon tried to free the wrists Hisoka had trapped above his head and they wrestled for a bit, rolling around on the bed and messing up the sheets as they fought for dominance.

But there was no way that Gon could win against Hisoka's strength and knowing this, he directed keen, livid eyes to search attentively for that one opening that would allow him to escape.

"Yes!" he shouted desperately as he scrambled across the sheets toward the edge of the bed. Being smaller had worked to his advantage and Gon had ducked out from underneath Hisoka as soon as the opportunity he'd been waiting for arrived.

He quickly slipped off the bed and as his feet touched the cold granite, Hisoka managed to capture his wrist but he pulled away, sending him a scathing glare before walking off toward the bathroom.

"Gon."

At that tone, Gon paused mid-stride and turned his head slightly to look back at Hisoka who was now lying on his front and looking directly at him.

"What do you..." Gon's sentence trailed off as his eyes took in the sight before him. It was very distracting. The silk bedsheets wrapped Hisoka's body a little too closely, hugging him from the waist down in the most inappropriate way, defining those slim hips. If that wasn't bad enough, coupled with his striking good looks and crimson hair disheveled from their little fight, Hisoka's charm was irresistible.

And those eyes, the blatant confidence in them told Gon that he'd simply allowed him to win this round. And Gon knew that he was right. Had Hisoka used his real strength or even his Nen, he'd still be on that bed right now.

And naked.

His heart beat faster.

Bastard, Gon thought, angry that despite what had just happened, he still found Hisoka attractive.

Hisoka propped his chin up on the back of his hand, golden eyes following Gon as the young man started to walk off again. He did not try to stop him.

"Not sticking around? ~"

"..." Gon did not ask 'for what' because he knew exactly what it was that Hisoka wanted from him. It was always like this whenever the man got excited - especially after they fought.

He frowned. But not today.

"Well? ~" Hisoka prompted, his alluring voice a seductive lilt. "Won't you come back to bed? ~"

"No!" Gon replied fervently, keeping his gaze straight ahead and chin tilted upward at a stubborn angle.

If you want sex so badly, do it by yourself.

"Where are you going? ~"

"To wash up," Gon replied curtly, disappearing into their bathroom without another backwards glance.

Ah Gon~ Hisoka smirked as he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.

Ever since he'd started travelling with Gon, each day had been no less than interesting. And he could see that today would be no disappointment either.

The smirk on his face widened.

With Gon around I'll never have to worry about boring days again~

XXX

"Ouch!"

Gon stood in front of the mirror brushing his hair – or at least trying to. He'd been standing there for a long time and doing his best to ease the knots out but his hair was a mass of tangles.

"Ah damn it!" he muttered, gritting his teeth as he pulled through another knot.

In the time since Gon had left the bedroom, he was able to finish showering and brushing his teeth and still Hisoka was nowhere to be seen. Gon had expected the man to come after him when he'd walked off (like he usually did) but since that did not happen, Gon was beginning to wonder if Hisoka was angry with him.

"Maybe I went too far…" he whispered to himself, abandoning the last knot he deemed unsalvageable and moving to another.

That too proved difficult.

"Ouch...fu—…"

He winced when his attempt to untangle it pulled on his already tender scalp. "I really hate combing my hair."

I…think, maybe it's time I cut it, he thought, lowering the brush.

A crew cut would be nice...

At that moment, Gon saw Hisoka walk in and his heart skipped a beat. He was excited to see him but stubbornly turned his face away from the reflection, pretending to still be upset with him.

Hisoka, eyeing that stubborn pout, came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Feeling Gon stiffen in his arms, he leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

Gon's blush was hot as it spread across his face and Hisoka laughed softly, releasing him to take the brush out of his hand.

Gon resisted a bit but then gave up, curious as to what Hisoka was about to do.

"Mmm?" Hisoka enunciated, pondering at the mass of hair trapped in the brush. He looked back at the messy mop of hair below him.

"Having difficulties Gon? ~"

"…"

Putting down the brush on the vanity, Hisoka reached for a jar at the far corner. "You need to take better care of your hair… ~" he said, opening the jar and handing it to Gon. "Hold that for me~"

Gon scrunched up his face as Hisoka proceeded to part his hair. He watched attentively as the man took a sizable amount from the jar and placed it on the back of his own hand, quickly parting and rubbing a little at a time into the sections he'd made as he went along.

As Gon continued to watch him work, his confusion grew. What kind of stuff did this jar contain that enabled Hisoka's fingers to move through his hair as if they were parting softened butter? He twisted and turned the jar, scrutinizing it for some kind of clue but there was no label on it.

"What's this?" Gon asked, lifting the jar a little higher but Hisoka did not even look at him. So focused on his task was he that Gon was not sure if his question would be answered.

"Hmm? It's a detangler…~" Hisoka replied vaguely, now preoccupied with picking carefully through the next set of knots he'd encountered. His hands paused. "Gon…~" Hisoka stopped momentarily to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"Yes, Hisoka?"

"Do you comb out your hair before going in the shower to wash it? ~"

"No…am I supposed to?" Gon asked, seeing an almost aghast expression descend upon Hisoka's features.

"No wonder your hair was practically matted Gon," Hisoka said, surprised. "If you don't comb out existing tangles, your hair will only get more tangled when you wash it and you'd just damage it when you try to comb it afterwards…"—he ran his fingers through the damp locks—"…especially now that it's still wet."

"Oh…"

"Didn't you know this already? I'd have thought that being raised by women would have been an advantage," Hisoka mumbled. "You should have been able to pick up a thing or two about hair care~"

"Well my hair was never a problem before because Aunt Mito usually kept it trimmed regularly. That way it hardly knotted..." Gon glanced hesitantly up at Hisoka's reflection, adding in a low voice, "...and I wasn't rolling around at night to tangle up my hair..."

Hisoka paused. "Mmm...What was that Gon? ~"

"Uh...nothing," Gon replied, avoiding his gaze.

"Really? Sounds to me like you were blaming your knots on our nightly trysts~"

"Ah..." Gon's face flushed.

"Well you are right~" Hisoka said, smirking. "All that rolling around will mess up your hair quite a bit. And since the knots are concentrated mostly to the back of your hair, I think the culprit is that one position where you're lying on your back and I lift your legs up and push my co—"

"Hisoka! I didn't ask you all of that!"

"What? I was explaining exactly how your hair got tangled~" Hisoka replied casually, continuing to pick through his hair as if he wasn't about to say something vulgar.

"But…must everything you say be so…so…uh…" Gon couldn't find the right words and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever…"

"Well, you know, I won't be going easy on you just to avoid tangling up your hair. You just have to take better care of it now~"

Gon's face was flushed but eventually he relaxed as he continued to study Hisoka in the mirror, observing his fluid movements and enjoying the tingle he felt whenever those fingers brushed his scalp. He was finding himself continuously surprised these days at how gentle Hisoka could be when he wanted to.

Just then Hisoka shifted, taking the jar from him and replacing it on the vanity. As he leaned even closer to pick up the brush, Gon felt the hard length of Hisoka's body press against his back and he inhaled sharply, feeling intensely aware of him.

Take a deep breath Gon…take a deep breath, he reminded himself, nervously fiddling with the hem of his vest.

"This feels much better, doesn't it Gon? I bet it can slip in easily now…~"

"W-what?!"

"This…" Hisoka lifted the brush, then lowered it to test a section of Gon's hair. "See? It doesn't hurt now does it? ~"

"…" Gon couldn't answer, instead flushing from head to toe.

What the hell was I thinking he meant?!

Of course he was talking about the brush!

Just then, Hisoka's smooth, bare skin rubbed his own and his hazel eyes darted to focus on the grainy pattern of the granite vanity top, desperately seeking a distraction.

"Are you okay Gon? ~" Hisoka asked, curiously looking at his face in the mirror. When Gon nodded eagerly, he went back to what he was doing before, brushing the hair back.

"This is nice isn't it? ~" he mused, feeling Gon relax considerably as he continued to brush his hair. Now that the tangles were all loosened, the brush glided smoothly through the hair and Gon sighed happily in response as he worked the brush from the dark roots right through to the tinted ends. He continued like that for a while until slowly, carefully he trained the strands into Gon's usual style.

Hisoka returned the brush to the vanity top, moving both hands to smooth Gon's hair back and then do a quick sweeping motion across his shoulders.

He smiled victoriously at his reflection.

"…" Gon studied his hair in the mirror momentarily. "Um…" he muttered, reaching up to touch it. Not only did it look better, but it felt smoother, softer. "It feels…different."

Hisoka smirked, proud of himself. "Well I do have a knack with hair… ~"

Gon frowned. "Did you comb his hair too?" he asked, verbalizing his thoughts before he could stop himself.

He saw the proud smile on Hisoka's face wilt.

Hisoka already knew who he was referring to.

Really Gon? ~

"Is it that important for you to know? ~"

"..." Gon debated with himself for a moment, unsure if he really wanted to continue this discussion.

"Yes," Hisoka replied without waiting for his response. "I combed his hair a lot~" He put a finger to his chin, a mischievous smile gracing his lips as he pondered aloud, "Maybe that's how I got this good at it…because when you do something a lot, it's said that you will get really good at that activi—"

Gon huffed, attempting to elbow him but Hisoka, despite appearing to not be paying attention, was able to easily avoid the blow. Disappointed, Gon turned around to face him.

Hisoka observed his brooding expression, guarded pose and the unblinking eyes livid with his anger. He smirked, goading him, "Are you jealous, Gon? ~"

But Gon didn't answer, only glowering up at him, his mouth set in a hard line.

"Kawaii~" Hisoka leaned forward to hug him and he blushed, stepping away and out of his reach. Instead of leaving him to sulk, Hisoka grabbed his wrist, pulling him into a hug. "You're so cute when you're angry…"—he whispered against his neck as Gon continued to fret within his grip, trying to get away—"and sometimes I can hardly resist riling you up~"

Gon went still, realizing that Hisoka had tricked him. "What?"

"You should know by now that whatever Illumi and I shared in the past is just that – the past. And I'll never regret it, everyone has one~" He turned Gon around to face him, kissing his forehead.

"Hungry? ~"

"No," Gon lied, but then his stomach growled audibly and he blushed as Hisoka chuckled, arms embracing him tighter.

"Now, now my little terrible liar…" Hisoka bent to kiss his neck and Gon inhaled harshly. "No need to be stubborn. Come, have breakfast with me~"

Gon sighed, trying to ignore the rising heat in his body. "What will we eat? There's nothing edible around here."

"Hmmm… I believe I saw some dried cereal in the pantry~"

Gon wrinkled his nose and Hisoka smiled at how cute he looked. "It's not so bad. If we add the strawberries and blueberries I bought at D' Pastry Shoppe the other day, it will not only look fancy, but taste great~" Hisoka grinned. "Hmmm…and then I can take you to that pastry shop to have anything you want when we're done here."

At the mention of the pastry shop, Gon beamed, looking up at him. "Really Hisoka?"

"Yes, I promise, I won't lie to you about that~" He paused and then added, "…although, I'm beginning to think that I'm spoiling you… ~"

Gon laughed, responding bitterly, "Spoiling me? You've only just started to make up for what you've done…"

Hisoka pondered for a moment. "…the kiss? ~"

"Nice to see that you remember."

Hisoka looked down at the mischievous smile on Gon's face. "Should I be worried? ~"

"Maybe…"

"Oh~" Hisoka's eyes widened in interest and he smirked. His little fruit knew how to hold a grudge. Very nice~

"That's okay Gon-kun…you can make me pay you back however and how many times you want but I won't mind… you're mine to spoil after all~"

Gon frowned, realizing that Hisoka had turned the tables on him without even trying. "You're not supposed to enjoy this…"

"Well I am… don't you always say that I am a masochist? ~"

"Sadist or a masochist or both I don't even know anymore. You're always flipping the script on me…" Gon grumbled.

"Mmmm you know you love my unpredictable nature~"

"Um…" Suddenly finding himself at a loss for words, Gon looked away. "Forget about it, I'm no longer in the mood to punish you…"

"What? Why? ~" Hisoka asked, dismayed. "I was actually looking forward to a little more of what you gave me yesterday… ~" He smiled, reaching up to touch the scar on his lip.

"…" Is he for real? Gon eyed him skeptically. That dreamy look on Hisoka's face did not look pretentious. "Do you want to get beat up that badly?"

"Only by you~" Hisoka drawled seductively, pushing his body up against him.

Suddenly Gon found himself trapped between the man's body and the vanity. He did not mind.

Hisoka bent to whisper in his ear. "And after you beat me up, we'll spend all day having rough sex… ~"

"Hiso—!" Gon gasped but Hisoka stole his lips in a fiery kiss. Responding eagerly, Gon's grip tightened around Hisoka's bare torso and he arched against him.

"Mmmnn~" At the evidence of Gon's desire, a guttural moan left Hisoka, rumbling from deep within his chest.

"Ah…" Gon moaned, trembling as Hisoka pulled away slightly to kiss his neck.

This is it...it's starting.

Gon was aware that very soon he'll probably be pressed up against the vanity, legs wrapped around Hisoka's naked waist to steady himself while being impaled by that thick, hard—

Wait...but what about breakfast?

"Hnnn…H—" Gon's breath hitched when he felt himself being lifted onto the vanity. Hisoka was still pressed close to him and he could feel his pounding heartbeat.

"H-hisoka…" he whispered breathlessly, trying to contain himself as Hisoka's lips and tongue traveled across the sensitive skin of his neck.

Hands were now impatiently pulling down his vest and suddenly the sound of cotton fabric ripping was heard above their moans.

A wandering palm brushed his nipple, fingers moving to squeeze the hardening nub between thumb and forefinger.

"Ah! H-Hisoka…!" He squirmed. "L-let's get something to eat…"

Hisoka stopped, straightening up to look at the face that clearly wanted to do anything but eat right at that moment.

"Hmmm?" He smirked. Gon's face was flushed and he didn't even seem quite cognizant anymore. Hisoka knew he could simply ignore him and easily proceed, taking his body however he wanted, but he didn't.

Maybe later~

He lifted Gon off of the vanity and placed him back onto the floor. After all, he did intend to start taking better care of his fruit. "Yes Gon, let's eat~"

XXX

NB: One hour later~

"It's nice out here," Gon said absently as he shifted in one of the two patio chairs on their private balcony. They were so high up that the fluffy white clouds seemed close enough to touch.

"Mmmhmm~" Hisoka responded, too busy reading York Shin's morning newspaper to notice.

Gon continued to enjoy the view though; amazed at how quickly the sun had positioned itself up high in the bright blue sky to shine ambitiously down on all of York Shin, while the wind whistled around them to cool the heat.

A perfect day for something like this, Gon thought, smiling as he looked away from the gorgeous, clear view of the city below to the redhead still partially hidden behind the newspaper.

He studied him for a moment, watching as the wind angrily whipped at the paper, fluttering its edges and tussling with his hair. But Hisoka seemed to be too preoccupied with reading to bother with the disturbance.

Gon tore his eyes away from him to look down at his breakfast again. It was from a box of instant oatmeal porridge they'd found in the pantry. Hisoka had prepared it and together they'd added the sliced strawberries. It looked quite exotic.

"You know, you were right. This does look nice."

Hisoka watched as Gon poked at his cereal before putting a spoonful of it into his mouth.

As soon as he started chewing, his eyes brightened and he grinned appreciatively. "Mmmm! This tastes almost as good as the spice porridge Granny would make for me."

"Told you it would taste good," Hisoka started. "I don't know why you doubted me. Maybe next time I'll make it for you without the instant stuff~"

"Mmmm…what else did you put in it?"

"It's a secret~"

"There has to be something more in here…" Gon pondered aloud, honing his senses. "I can taste the cinnamon…but there some other kind of spice…"

"You're close but I'm still not telling you~" Hisoka grinned mischievously.

"Hmmm that's the same thing Granny used to say whenever I asked…" Gon mumbled.

"Hmmm…Is that so? ~" Hisoka paused, eyeing the reminiscent look on Gon's face. "Well maybe you're not meant to find out...~"

"That's not funny Hisoka, I really want to know!"

"Funny? But I'm not laughing~" Hisoka said, his face serious, but Gon knew him too well to be fooled so easily.

Gon turned back to his breakfast, deciding to ignore Hisoka's mirth. He continued, "Granny...she used to always make this for me back home…"—He gestured to the handmade ceramic bowl in front of him—"…so that's actually a compliment when I say that this reminds me of her porridge." His smile was warm, nostalgic. "Not even Aunt Mito could make porridge as good as she does and Mito-san's the best cook!"

Hisoka smiled at him. "I see…well now I'm happy ~" He lowered his newspaper a bit more to examine Gon's expression. "Speaking of home, when is your birthday? ~"

Gon looked up at him, surprised. "Um..."

"Have you forgotten your birth date? ~" Hisoka teased him.

"No! I was just surprised by your question, that's all..."

"Well? ~"

Gon smiled. "It's in a month! May 5th!" he replied, suddenly excited. "I'll be sixteen!" He held up both hands.

"Uh...Gon, I'm sorry to point this out to you, but that's six fingers you're holding up... ~"

Gon looked from Hisoka's smirk to the six fingers he still had up. "I know that! You're supposed to assume the other ten... do you think I can't count?!"

Hisoka chuckled and Gon blushed hotly, realizing that he'd been tricked into getting heated again. "Whatever Hisoka...so tell me, why do you want to know? Want to have a party for me?"

"No~"

"Stop lying!" Gon pouted. "I like pizza...burgers, ice cream, soda, milkshakes, any kind of pie and birthday cake of course. There has to be birthday cake for a birthday party!"

"Junk food..." Hisoka mumbled, not sounding too happy.

"What's so bad about junk food? I would never have pinned you as a healthy eater…more like an endlessly fast-food eating type," Gon teased, sticking his tongue out at Hisoka.

Hisoka frowned. "What?!" he asked in mock offense, deciding to play along with Gon. "Fast-food? How dare you, don't you see this beautiful skin, these muscles,"—he flexed—"there is only so much that genetics can do you know~"

Gon burst out laughing. "Hisoka stop…please,"—he hid his eyes as Hisoka continued his exaggerated flexing—"I can't take this…"

"Really? ~" Hisoka reached across the small cast aluminum table to grasp his wrists, peeling away the hands hiding those large hazel eyes. He leaned in. "There is a lot that you say you can't take from me, but in the end you do…and you take it all, every bit of it~"

There was no mistaking the double entendre laced within Hisoka's smooth words and Gon's face turned scarlet. "I…"

What am I supposed to say to something like that?

"Not everything can be answered with words you know~" Hisoka whispered against his lips before taking them in a kiss.

Gon trembled as he surrendered; inhaling deeply and delighting in the intense way that Hisoka always kissed him – as if he wanted to possess all of him. And Gon was more than ready to let him, moaning in approval as he met the invading tongue boldly in a passionate duel.

Hisoka's caffeinated kiss invaded his senses, and just as he felt himself spiraling downwards, the man pulled back to nibble on his bottom lip before firmly kissing his lips one last time. Gon mewled, already feeling boneless from that one kiss and his lips pursed instinctively for another.

Hisoka released his chin, smirking. "I just love how you're always so pliant and ready for me~" His hand reached up to brush aside a stray wisp of hair and tuck it behind reddened ears.

"I…" Gon couldn't remember if he was going to say something. He looked away. "I…need to finish eating."

"Yes you do, we have a full day ahead~"

Gon quickly shoved a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth, looking up eagerly. "Really?! What are we going to do?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full~" Hisoka scolded, folding his neglected newspaper in half. He threw it on the table at the side of his bowl. Gon leaned forward to peer down at it.

"What is it?" he asked, not really sure what Hisoka wanted him to see.

"Check it out~" Hisoka said, pointing to an announcement at the bottom of the front page.

"You mean…?" Gon studied it for a moment then looked up, a bit confused and anxious. "But this is an auction…~"

"Don't worry, it's not an auction like the one the Ryodan took control of. It's a smaller one, for elite guests only~"

"Do you want to attend this, Hisoka?"

"Yes, with you~"

"But how are we going to get in? It says here that it's being held for elite, specially invited persons only."

Hisoka scoffed. "'Elite'? Ah Gon, there's a lot you don't know about me… ~" he said, smirking when Gon frowned at him. "Don't be concerned about how we're getting in. I have my connections ~"

He took a sip of his coffee. "This auction is important for our mission. There is a possibility that our target would be there~" he replied mysteriously.

Gon's ears perked up at the mention of Hisoka's 'mission' and he asked hopefully, his tone betraying his excitement, "But…Hisoka, you said that you did not want me to go with you to do reconnaissance…"

"Yes I did say that ~"

"So...what's changed?"

"I figured that a bit of reconnaissance at an auction shouldn't be dangerous~"

"Why do you have to be fickle?"

"It's in my nature~" Hisoka replied grinning, easily dodging the blueberry Gon threw at him.

"When you're not being a compulsive liar, you're being fickle. What am I to do with you?"

"You can do anything you want with me... ~" Hisoka said flirtatiously.

Gon frowned, ignoring the little flip his heart did at the wink directed at him. "I'm serious!"

"So am I," Hisoka said, grinning widely. "Hey!"—he dodged another violet-colored missile—"Stop wasting your breakfast and eat~"

Gon stuck out his tongue at him before shoveling a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. He tried his best to keep glowering while he ate but failed when Hisoka aimed one of his trademark sexy smirks at him this time. He blushed and looked away.

Everything was comfortably silent between them once more until Gon looked up from his breakfast again. "Um…Hisoka?"

"Yes Gon~" Hisoka turned away from where he was looking out at the view to give him his full attention.

"How are you certain that this person will be at this auction?"

"I have my ways of finding things out~" Hisoka responded, giving him a sly grin.

"Eh?" Gon was puzzled but then remembered what Hisoka had said to him and Killua back at the Heaven's Arena when he was blocking them from registering for a fight on the 200th floor. "Your Hunter's License!"

"Mmmhmm~" Hisoka affirmed, his eyes mere slits. "Good to see you remembered my little lesson." But then he paused, getting serious. "Remember one more thing though," he started, putting up a slim digit and pointing it straight at Gon. "I may have changed my mind about not involving you in this mission but I am serious about one thing. You are unable to use your Nen and things could get dangerous. I do not want you to get hurt. And should anything develop while we do our reconnaissance, I will not hesitate to pull you out of this."

"..." Gon held his breath as the man continued to direct that intense gaze at him.

"This situation can and may become very dangerous, very fast."

"I'm used to dangerous situations," Gon stubbornly insisted.

"There will be no discussions on this issue. I've already decided," Hisoka said flatly. "Are we clear on this Gon?"

"Yeah..." Gon replied, nodding reluctantly and going back to finish his cereal.

Hisoka leaned back in his chair and brought his mug to his lips again, sipping his coffee but then pausing when the undesirably cool beverage met his tongue. "My coffee has gone cold~" he commented absently, getting up. "Are you done there? ~"

"Yeah, I am." Gon stood up and helped him carry their wares back to the kitchen.

As he packed all the dishes into the sink, Gon came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Ummm?" Hisoka looked down at the young man hugging him. "What's the matter Gon, are you okay?"

"Yeah..." Gon pressed his face against his back, smiling. It was inexplicable, but there were times like these when he needed hugs like the ones Aunt Mito used to always give him. Especially after a disagreement.

Hisoka shifted, turning in his embrace and Gon felt those familiar arms encircle him. At first he was surprised, because he hadn't expected him to return the hug but then he relaxed, rubbing his face into the fluffy material of his robe.

It was like Hisoka knew exactly what he needed without him having to say it. Or maybe he needed the same thing too.

After a while, Hisoka's hands came to rest on his shoulders and when Gon looked up, he kissed his forehead.

"Now hurry up and go get dressed~"

"Why? Are we leaving soon?"

"Yes so we need to get ready~" Hisoka said, returning his attention to the dishes. "Thanks to a perpetually late sleeper, it's already ten o' clock." He turned to touch Gon's nose with a sudsy finger.

"Ah, no don't do that!" Gon protested, rubbing at his nose.

"Well, hurry up then~" Hisoka attempted to grab him again but Gon ran a good distance away from him, to where he could not be touched with those soapy hands.

He peeked around the corner to see if Hisoka was where he'd left him. "Are we going somewhere other than the pastry shop today?"

"Yeah..." Hisoka responded, without turning around. "And if I'm done washing up and you're not done getting dressed, you'll see what would happen to you... ~"

"Ah!" Gon squeaked, realizing that Hisoka had already almost finished with the dishes. "I'm going, I'm going!" he shouted, running off.

It's a good thing my natural speed is independent of my Nen...I could be fully dressed in no more than one minute.

Gon paused in the doorway, seeing only Hisoka's clothes on the bed. "Oh no, I did not take out anything to wear..." he complained, hazel eyes darting to the large nine-drawer mahogany dresser in the corner. "Jeans!" He headed straight for it, retrieving the pair he wanted as well as a sleeveless denim jacket.

Ah...but I wonder what my punishment would be if I don't finish in time...?

[[SLAM]]

"Oh ouch damn it..."

The ottoman in front of the dresser toppled over.

Where the hell did that come from?!

Gon had been so distracted by his thoughts that he had almost tripped while trying to get one foot into his jeans shorts.

I need to focus.

"I'm coming... ~"

Gon's eyes widened. Hisoka's voice was very close.

Grabbing the jacket that had fallen on the floor, he looked down at his vest and ran toward the bathroom.

My t-shirt! It's still in the basket!

"I really need to pack these clothes away..." he grumbled, grabbing the first t-shirt he put his hands on.

He quickly pulled on the graphic tee along with the jacket and dashed out into the bedroom just as Hisoka appeared in the doorway.

"Hmm?" Hisoka raised an eyebrow, assessing his outfit. "I see that you actually managed to complete your task. Well done~"

"Y-yes," Gon panted, watching the man drop his robe and quickly don the black casual pants and short-sleeved patterned shirt that was lying on the bed.

As expected, his speed was unnatural. Gon blinked as Hisoka turned toward him, fully dressed.

And here I am still panting...

"Is something wrong? ~" Hisoka asked, seeing his frown.

Gon shook his head quickly. "N-no..."

"Then let's go Gon-kun~"

Re-edit Note: I've cut this chapter cuz it was way too darn long at 55 pages (wth was I thinking). I think when I first wrote it it took weeks to complete the writing and editing. Now I see that I should have cut it because there is too much information to absorb in one chapter and that takes away from the importance of the other details since I see that the readers were given too many hints to absorb at once like the auction, Hisoka not wanting Gon to be reckless etc. Plus reading long chapters can be a pain so I don't want people to not read cuz it's too long T_T

So this re-editing have cut the existing super long chapters to make them shorter and easier to read. I have no idea why they had been progressively growing in length *dies*

Next Chapter Preview: Shopping for the auction!

A/N: Awwwwwww damn it... what am I doing to myself with these feels...

So in other news:

They're so cute!

They're insatiable

They're going to an auction!

Gotta love how Hisoka got rejected in the first part haha

Just look at these losers being all fluffy and domestic.

Hisoka always teases him for waking up late but duh Hisoka that's what happens when you keep someone up all night lol