DRAFT Unexpected x Developments DRAFT! (Story is being rewritten)

by 1angel2heart

Their first interaction was an unexpected confrontation in a foggy, damp and deadly forest. This initiated a connection that lingered between them and a spark whenever they met that neither could fully comprehend. Inexplicable, incomprehensible and unexpected. FULL summary inside. Some humor too XD. YAOI, rated M for LEMON, language. For news, find me on Twitter @/Cherrystlouis1

31. Chapter Thirty: Hisoka es pervertido PT2

A/N (Please read for additional story information):

Thanks for your support and reviews:)

Happy belated birthday UxD! Sorry this is two days later than promised, but it's even more worth it. I had to go back to re-edit some stuff and then last night at 2AM, before I could post I fell asleep. Anyhow, I hope this chapter meets you guys well. For me, I can't wait for the weekend to catch up on lost sleep! Until then, *zombie mode, activate...*

1)A note on Denny (based on my reply to Labuser05): Ohhh Denny was so bad ;p he knew that Gon and Hisoka were together as a couple so he sort of deserved his punishment. But to make that punishment oh so much more worse, he was not only embarrassed / traumatized / scarred after that experience but Hisoka made him realize that he's a bit of a voyeur hahaha (you'd notice that from the way he was reacting when he was watching). What could be more traumatizing for him than to have thought that he was so innocent, knowing with every fiber of his being that what he was seeing Hisoka and Gon doing was wrong, yet to still feel unexpectedly turned on by it? Fitting punishment?

Sigh, Hisoka is warping the minds of young men lol.

2) Lol you guys are seeing that Gon is now enjoying the repercussions of his actions that lead to Hisoka punishing him (ohoho who wouldn't ;p). It is just as he was thinking in an earlier chapter (23): he does like it (since it's like jumping into the unknown, and not knowing how creative Hisoka is going to get with his punishment feels wonderful for a thrill seeker like him), but what he hates is the injury to his pride and the humiliation (since Hisoka enjoys embarrassing him). This explains why he's usually angry with Hisoka afterwards. In the last chapter he thought that after acting up and being rebellious that Hisoka would have waited until they got home to get rough with him but boy (was and) is he in for a surprise! The whole experience was terribly humiliating for him but strangely, Gon is beginning to realize that even the embarrassment he feels is starting to become arousing…

Oh Gon =.=

3) All the requests I fulfilled in the last chapter would also be fulfilled in this one as well (i.e. public sex, Hisoka's jealousy) and one more from:

African Queen forever – who asked so long ago for me to use sex toys in the story so I guess the creative use of something (not saying what it is ;p) in the nipple play scene can count as a sex toy for now. And recently, Gon Is Still Bae asked for that too so I hope this is good until possibly more in the future *wink, wink*;

P.S.: Killua's part is going to be a bit angsty.

Chapter Summary:

Gon soon realizes that, like Laundry Days, a fancy dinner with Hisoka is anything but normal. Things begin quite normally though, but unfortunately, they take a turn for the worst when Gon receives an unexpected suitor whose intentions he's clueless about but who Hisoka does not like. What happens when Hisoka sets out to teach them both what happens when someone messes with what's his? Will Gon overcome yet another obstacle and learn more about himself or crumble under the pressure of Hisoka's requirements? And at the same time, while this is happening, will Killua be able to make sense of his reaction to what he has learned about Hisoka and Gon?

N.B.: Don't forget that in this story, since Hisoka speaks with a sing-song / teasing tone, he loses the "~" whenever he gets upset, angry or serious.

Chapter Dictionary:

Baka: fool (or if used as an adjective, "foolish")

HuntsApp messages are like this:

(Incoming message) Name: Message

'POV person (the person with the phone) replying or sending a message is in italics and encased within single quotation marks.'

Don't forget that italics outside of single quotation marks are thoughts!

Guest Reviews (Thank you everyone for taking the time to review):

Mel: Hi! Oh my you are too sweet, thank you for all your love, you've made me so happy! And doodling Hisokas while you wait is just awwww ...I hope that this chapter is just what you have been anticipating! Your review surely made me work faster because I didnt want you to be waiting too long for this update! Lol and yes, Hisoka is so darn delicious isn't he?! So sexy and Gon in this story is so darn lucky :O I'm thinking of renting this Hisoka out but fangirls who have no problems dealing with a sexy sadist with a penchant for bondage get him free of charge xD

Nagito: Ah I hope your week has turned out a bit better hun but if not, here's some yaoi to make it all better rawr xD You are most welcome, I'm happy you liked it; just send any request my way and as long as it's within my ability, I'll be happy to make your dream a reality! Lol I dont think it's bad you want him to kill Denny. The waiter was being a home wrecker eg., he saw Gon come in with Hisoka (clue is when he remembered the gym bag Gon had walked in with) and there was no way he couldn't have known they were together because Hisoka is always all over Gon in public lol. So he knew they were in a relationship and ignored that. Then he blatantly ignored Hisoka, choosing to take only Gon's orders and when Hisoka called him out on neglecting his duties he apologized only to Gon. Ha Denny is lucky that Gon is there for Hisoka to 'release' some tension on (lol), otherwise he'd be dead already. Haha and I laughed when you said what you are hoping is going to take place in the bathroom. Your guess is sooooo close to what really is about to happen! Read on ;p

Schwing: I absolutely love you too! Thank you for your positive and encouraging review! I hope that this chapter meets your expectations! I wonder if it'll make you scream like the last chapter ;D

Gon Is Still Bae: Haha yesss Hisoka loves Gon's shota legs, they're so shapely...and he can't help grabbing his butt ;D I hope you like this update :3 You will definitely see more leg action in the future!

Disclaimers:

All characters belong to Yoshihiro Togashi. I do not claim ownership of any of the characters mentioned.

Ouch! I will not be held responsible for any injuries caused by the incorrect use of office tools, whether inspired by this chapter or not.

References: Hunter x Hunter 2011 anime episode 90 - Gon isn't too good at math.

Warning: This is Part Two of the first NR sex experience for Gon and it is RATED M for erotic games, sexual tension, dirty talking, nipple play /torture, Orgasm Control, filthy fantasies, sexxxx, bondage, accidental voyeurism, non-consensual voyeurism, non-consensual exhibitionism, public display of affection (PDA), sadomasochism and a slightly abnormal appreciation for short shorts / Gon's butt.

Well don't be shy, there's no turning back now! Here we go…deeper...*intentionally trips you so that you hurtle downwards faster* into HisoGon hell!

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Chapter Thirty: NR Sex 1 Part 2: ¿Hisoka es pervertido?

N.B: Evening of Day 12 continues~

"No!" Gon shouted hastily, his voice echoing in the open space. Promptly, the entire restaurant got quiet and everyone looked directly at him.

Not again...

There were so many eyes seeking an explanation for his outburst and Gon fidgeted, wishing he could just disappear. Regrettably he couldn't and he clutched the menu tighter, frozen for a moment.

Umm… Gon smiled awkwardly at them, but as they continued to stare wordlessly, he found it difficult to mutter an apology or even meet their gazes. His blush intensified under their collective observation and before anyone could say anything, he ran off and didn't stop running until he was where the restrooms were located, far away from their judging eyes and alone at last.

XXX

So humiliating…

Quickly locking himself inside one of the stalls, Gon slumped against the wall partition, his face hot with embarrassment. He couldn't believe it. Why did that have to happen?!

Looking down his body at the noticeable bulge in his shorts that only seemed to get harder with his emotional turmoil, he wondered, Did those people see?

No, most likely they hadn't, but maybe one or a few of them had figured out what he had been doing with Hisoka.

And…

His breath hitched.

What I was coming here to do…

"Oh," Gon moaned, his voice sounding pained. Just the thought that one or all of the people had known what he had been up to made him feel so…aroused, even more than he could remember ever feeling and his erection became painful, pressing against the confines of his shorts.

Ahhh…

The resulting sensation was a mixture of pleasure, pain and an overwhelming frustration that was impossible to contain.

No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, Gon couldn't hold back anymore, and in the end he was left gritting his teeth as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He needed release.

Eager hands fumbled with his belt and soon he was gripping his erect cock, stroking it as he thought about all the people looking at him, at the way the waiter sounded shocked upon learning what he had been doing under the table, the way Hisoka's shaft felt in his mouth and how he had to swallow all that…

Wow...

His hand stroked faster, as the memory of Hisoka fucking his mouth was still vivid in his mind.

"Mmm..." The way Hisoka had held him still and violated his mouth in such a public setting made him feel so used, so aroused.

Hisoka is always so rough...

Gon squeezed his cock, gasping as he imagined that right at that moment he was masturbating while Hisoka was still fucking his mouth.

His other hand curled against the wall, nails peeling off the paint as his thoughts conjured up another image of Hisoka in the bathroom with him, hand on his back, forcing him to lean forward over the toilet and spread his legs wide while thrusting into his ass and commanding him to keep masturbating at the same time.

The thought excited him and at that point, as Gon panted with his approaching orgasm, he regretted stubbornly refusing Hisoka's offer to 'help' him.

If only he was here right now, he'd…he'd have…oh….

Gon's hand left the wall, moving to his chest to grasp one of his nipples, then the other and he moaned at the delightful pain. They were terribly sore from playing with them while sucking Hisoka off a few minutes ago but he didn't care, pain had become a high that he couldn't get enough of.

"Mmmm..." Gon pinched his erect nipple even harder and a shock of pleasure shot through his body, right to where his hand was still fervently stroking his cock. "Ohh... Hnnnrgh..."

He was so caught up in getting off that he did not realize that he had not properly bolted the lock on the stall's door and while he panted and trembled with his approaching climax, someone slipped into the stall behind him.

"Hnnnnn...ahh..." Gon moaned louder, unable to keep his voice down now that the tremor started from the curling of his toes and inched steadily up his legs.

Releasing his nipple to grip the wall again as his legs trembled even more, he fought to maintain his balance while his hand pumped his slick, hard cock. Here it comes...

"Hisokaaa...ahhh...ah!"

"Yes Gon-kun? ~"

Several things happened at that point: Gon's rapidly pounding heart lurched, his hand stilled and his entire body went rigid as if forgetting that he was about to come. Was he so caught up in fantasizing about Hisoka that he had just imagined his voice? No, his senses told him, Hisoka is—

"I'd be lying if I said that I'm sorry to have interrupted you~" came a sexy, familiar voice close behind him and Gon almost jumped out of his skin. "Why so surprised? ~" it continued, "I can't believe you actually thought that I'd remain sitting out there after seeing your cock straining for release inside these,"—a hand smacked Gon's butt—"short shorts~"

"Hisoka wait I—"

"Hush~" Hisoka breathed the command into Gon's ear, cutting off his hasty explanation and leaning close to press his erect cock against his back.

"Oh..." Gon felt that obvious bulge trapped within Hisoka's jeans and his heart started to race again in anticipation as his hand regained its rhythm. Having Hisoka there was an unexpected turn of events but it was quickly becoming just what he had been wanting.

Did he come just to see me do this?

"Mmmm..." His hand pumped faster, his nostrils flaring and suddenly the familiar feeling descended over his trembling body again. It was right there, so close, he was about to come hard and while Hisoka watched too. This only made him even more aroused. "Ah...ah...Hisoka...I'm com—"

"No you're not. Stop," came another command from behind him and Gon's hand stopped stroking, although he was practically on the verge of a powerful climax.

Utter confusion, need and frustration riddled him and Gon tried to turn around to face Hisoka but was stopped when two hands closed over his shoulders.

He gasped helplessly. "Hey you—!"

"What did I just tell you?"

Gon was panting; his brain was feverish and hazy from having his orgasm interrupted twice but he muttered, "'Hush'?"

"Yes," Hisoka replied, one hand gliding to where Gon's hand was still holding on to his cock.

Grabbing hold of his wrist, he forced him to let go of the tumescent member. "You're going to play with me now and these are the rules of our game: You will keep looking straight ahead, speak only when I tell you to,"—he pulled Gon's arm up over his head to join the other that had been holding on to the wall—"and come only because I've allowed you to."

Now that Gon's arms were out of the way, Hisoka's hands glided down over them to pause at his chest.

"Mmm...~ let's see what you're hiding under here~"

Circling the pouty areolas briefly with just the tip of his index fingers, Hisoka grabbed hold of the pebbled nipples through his thin T-shirt. "Oh, just look at that, they're even harder than before~"

"Ahhhhh..." The insistent caress made Gon squirm subtly. "Why...do I have to stay quiet and...and—aahh—!" The sudden sharp pain on both his nipples as Hisoka squeezed them startled him and Gon wasn't surprised that when he tried to move his hands he couldn't.

"What...why did you—?!"

"Don't forget the rules." Hisoka released the grip on his nipples and when he heard Gon sigh in relief, his cock pressed hard against his pants. Gon's naiveté was terribly arousing. If only his little fruit knew that there won't be any release for a while still, he wouldn't be feeling so relieved.

Hisoka smirked, his golden eyes never leaving Gon's lithe frame as his hands continued their journey, traveling slowly, hungrily downwards to delight in the feel of every rib and taut muscle that was his to touch.

"What would you have done if someone other than me had come into this stall?" Hisoka asked calmly as his hands dipped under Gon's T-shirt to glide up his bare torso. "What would you have done if someone else was touching you like this now…with you powerless to do a thing about it? Feeling your warm, smooth skin?" His hands stopped when they reached his nipples. "Someone who was not me...?"

Gon knew better than to respond to those questions. They were rhetorical and each held both a dangerous and playful hint to them. It was evident to him that Hisoka was feeling angry and turned on at the moment but instead of being scared, Gon's pulse quickened with the expectation of what was to come. Hisoka was always more sadistic when he was upset.

"Gon-kun," Hisoka pinched one of his nipples gently. "Do you know how many people can come into this restroom in the space of fifteen minutes?"

Gon remained mute but shook his head.

"Do you want to know?" He pinched his other nipple, pulling the two away from Gon's chest.

Moaning and twisting uncomfortably, Gon knew that he did not want to think about who could be walking into the restroom now while he was getting teased by Hisoka. Still, as if driven by some ghostly compulsion, he nodded.

"It is said that fifty percent of all customers coming to a restaurant use the restroom each day. There is a full house here tonight with the main dining area seating one hundred and twenty, the cocktail bar seating twelve and the two private dining rooms also seating twelve each. For a restaurant this size, there are two facilities. How many do you think have already been here?"

Does he want me to give him an answer or is that another rhetorical question?

"Gon? ~"

Do I have to add up all the customers and divide by two then by the total number of minutes in a day, then multiply by fifteen? But then I can't use twenty four hours because this restaurant isn't open for twenty four hours... A 'day' would be 12:00pm - 9:30pm or nine and a half hours, or five hundred and seventy minutes.

Gon was starting to get a headache but he persisted.

Ah so that's...one hundred and fifty-six divided by…five hundred and seventy, multiplied by fifty percent...

Wait he asked how many were already here and not how many use the restroom per fifteen minutes. So since it's 7:15pm; I have to first find fifty percent of the total number then multiply...no divide by...by...

Guhhh...

Gon felt as if his brain was frying just trying to work out the numbers and he sincerely hoped that this situation with Hisoka wasn't going to turn into a math test.

I hate math...

"Are you paying attention Gon? ~"

"Ah..." Since he was facing away from him, Gon couldn't see Hisoka's face so he closed his eyes and prayed silently.

Please no more math...

Hisoka leaned closer to him and kissed the shell of his ear before adding, "And how many do you think would walk in while you try to keep quiet? ~"

Oh... So this isn't about math?

Hisoka laughed while Gon stilled in his grip upon realizing his intentions and the full scope of their 'game'. He took a peek at Gon's face and shuddered. "Such a determined expression you've got there,"—he squeezed his nipples again and saw Gon bite his lip to keep from crying out—"I wonder how long you will last before crumbling? Can you really keep quiet?"

Gon wanted so badly to tell Hisoka that he won't lose the game he had proposed but knowing that talking would only make him lose instantly, he gritted his teeth and stayed quiet. Feeling Hisoka shift almost imperceptibly behind him and release one of his nipples, Gon decided that he was ready for whatever was about to happen.

I won't fail this—

"Ha—aahhh—!" Gon gasped as pain shot through his body. "Stop...what are you…ahhh!" He wriggled, but couldn't get away from the burning pain on his nipple.

"Did you say something Gon-kun? ~" Hisoka whispered teasingly in his ear. "Have you lost the game so soon? ~"

Gon shook his head quickly, wanting to look down at his aching nipple but not sure if he was allowed to. The pain was searing hot, and his head swam with the sensation of it, but before he could adjust, the same intense pain grasped his other nipple.

He felt nauseous.

Ow, ow ow! What the hell is Hisoka doing to my—

"I bet you're curious about what's going on down here~" Hisoka asked mockingly, pulling at whatever he had placed over his nipples and causing Gon to almost cry out.

"Here." He gripped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his nipples and tucked it up at his back to keep the garment out of the way. "You can look down now~"

Looking down through hooded, teary eyes, Gon was surprised to see two bulldog clips, the ones usually used to hold sheets of paper, clamped securely over his nipples. They both looked and felt painful as they bit down on his tender flesh and he moaned.

Where the heck did Hisoka get these things from?

"Oh my~ Gon-kun! ~" Hisoka ground his hips against his back. "You're so needy aren't you? ~"

Gon only panted in response. When Hisoka held on to the clips and pulled at them to stretch his nipples he yelped.

"By the way, did you know that these things hurt even more when they're removed? ~" he asked, toying with the metallic rings at the edge of each clip. "For a while, your nipples would be left painfully sensitive to even the lightest touch~"

Hisoka's voice lowered dangerously, as if preparing to make a dark confession. "Do you have any idea what I'm feeling right now?" He scoffed, muttering in a black whisper, "I really…really want to hurt you Gon-kun…to torture you slowly...to revel in your anguished cries~"

"Mm!" Gon's body arched as Hisoka's hand finally closed around his neglected cock, stroking slowly at first, but then suddenly increasing the pace ruthlessly.

An evil laugh sounded behind him and Hisoka leaned forward to lick the side of his face where the beaded droplets of sweat had started to accumulate with his effort to hold back.

"Ah!" Gon squirmed, biting his lip and once again teetering along the edge of his budding orgasm.

Oh dear gods...I think I'm going to come...finally...

"This is marvelous~ you're so hard and wet~" Hisoka pulled on one of the clips and when Gon sobbed in pleasure, he kissed the corner of his mouth. "Since you're so sensitive, this must really hurt...yet you're practically dripping. Is it because you love the pain so much? ~"

Gon gasped when Hisoka stroked faster. "You can't hold it in can you? It feels like you're about to come, but unfortunately for you that won't be happening any time soon~ Or would it? ~" He laughed and Gon continued to pant under his torment. "Do you want to come Gon-kun? ~"

Gon nodded eagerly.

"I want to hear you say it~"

"Yes please Hisoka," Gon choked out, wanting to cry from the intensity of his need. "Please...Please let me come..."

"Not yet~" Hisoka smirked releasing his cock and Gon groaned loudly in disappointment. He stepped back from him to admire the wonderful sight Gon made with his arms restrained over his head, T-shirt hiked high up to expose his smooth, strong back and legs spread wide. Golden eyes took it all in, roaming from beautiful ankles that peeked above white cotton socks, to travel up over what seemed like an endless road of lean, tanned calves and slightly defined thighs until finally meeting the hem of Gon's grey cotton twill short shorts. Hisoka's eyes lingered there momentarily, appreciating the view before he finally reached out to touch Gon where the material pulled tight across his buttocks.

"Mmm~" A perverted smile stretched his lips and he laughed maliciously when Gon squirmed as if the slightest touch burned him.

"I think all those pastries are going in the right place," Hisoka whispered heavily. "Maybe I should have let you have some more dessert after all, I like what the extra calories are doing to you~"

Gon gritted his teeth but said nothing, determined not to let Hisoka win.

"So fat~" Hisoka continued in a teasing tone, groping both his butt cheeks roughly as if to give credence to his statement. "Your ass jiggles because it's so fat~"

From the blooming color that extended down the length of his neck, Hisoka knew that Gon was doing his best to stay mute throughout his mockery and he smirked; it was time to take this to the next level. "Let's do something about these shorts mm? ~"

A helpless moan escaped Gon's lips as Hisoka grasped the waistband of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. "Now isn't this lovely? ~" he muttered, running his palms from Gon's ankles, all the way up his firm thighs until they were cupping that smooth, pert ass he had been thinking about all day.

One slap across the plump flesh and Gon was instinctively stepping backwards and bending over as much as the Bungee Gum at his wrists allowed him to. Seeing his difficulty, Hisoka smiled and reached forward to lower his wrists so that he could bend even more.

"My oh my Gon-kun~" Hisoka moaned appreciatively as he observed him. "I have just the thing for that fat ass of yours~" .

At the sound of a zipper being undone, Gon gasped and his entire body thrummed in anticipation. He didn't think that it was possible to get even more excited but his heart beat faster when Hisoka's hard, thick shaft brushed against his butt.

"Mmmm, you're so sexy," Hisoka muttered against his nape. "So sexy masturbating in a place like this,"—he spread his ass cheeks and paused to look down at him—"now I'm going to fuck your tight, sexy ass in a place like this. Get ready~"

Without a moment given to process what he'd just said, Hisoka was already pressing the swollen head of his cock to his entrance and Gon's eyes squeezed shut at the intensity of the pain and pleasure that pulsed through him from the moment Hisoka breached him, to that of the first few shallow, yet rough thrusts.

"Too soon? ~" Hisoka asked in a heavy whisper against his shoulder as Gon whimpered under him. Another thrust and he was inside up to the hilt. "You're so hot and tight in here...as always~" He withdrew almost completely and thrust back in with everything he had.

Gon couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Ah, ah Hisoka!" he gasped. "Ah it's so fuckin—" Before he could say anything else, a sharp pain shot from his imprisoned nipples and he looked down to see Hisoka's hands pulling on the green clamps.

"Hnnnnn...!" His eyes widened when Hisoka thrust in him again whilst continuing to pull hard on the clamps to stretch his nipples.

The abused pink nubs sent a sharp signal of pain all the way to his cock, which seemed to get even harder from the pain of his nipples being pulled and the intense pleasure of Hisoka's thick cock pushing against his swollen prostate.

"Remember, mmm… no talking until I say you could...no cumming until I allow you to~"

Gon's soft moans, punctuating his thrusts showed that he understood what was required of him.

"Mmm so obedient," Hisoka teased, finally releasing his hold on the clips to trail his nails down Gon's trembling torso while rotating his hips. "Is this what you wanted while you were stroking your cock in here all alone? ~" he asked, enjoying the sound of Gon's breathless whimpering.

"Mmm..." Gon nodded, breathless and unable to respond even if he wanted to. Looking down at the bulldog clips that swung from his reddened nipples in time to Hisoka's thrusts, Gon found himself wanting to cry from the intensity of it all but he knew that at the same time this was exactly what he wanted and more. After his nipples had been imprisoned by the cruel clips, the pain had subsided as his body got used to the tension but every time Hisoka pulled on them they'd hurt even more and now while his ass was being plundered from behind and the heavy clips continued to swing, the pain was even hotter to the point that it was almost unbearable.

Ah...

And he loved it.

Gon moaned, pushing back his ass to meet each of Hisoka's thrusts. More... He huffed, trying to remember to breathe. I want MORE...

"So...irresistible~" Hisoka muttered between hearty thrusts. "So insatiable~" His fingertips dug into Gon's waist, marking his skin. "I missed your ass..."—he kissed his neck—"I missed..."

Me? Gon wondered, anticipating the word but Hisoka instead of completing his sentence, only paused to lick all the way up the back of his neck, leaving a wet trail of saliva across his smooth skin. When Hisoka started thrusting again, Gon gasped in need as a shudder traveled under his skin.

"Yes Gon, yes...~" Hisoka muttered. "You're…squeezing me so hard…I'm going to come soon~" He leaned closer to Gon's ear to whisper, "Do you want me to come…inside you? Do you…want me to fill you with my cum? ~"

"Ah! Yes Hisoka I—"

Just then the smooth, distant creak of a hinge turning interrupted him and Gon realized that someone had entered the restroom. He tensed up immediately but Hisoka only moaned as, unbeknownst to Gon, his panic had made his already tight muscles grip the cock buried deep inside him even tighter. He bit his lip to keep silent but a whimper escaped as Hisoka continued pounding ruthlessly into him.

"Is there someone here?" a voice called cautiously.

"Oh...Gon-kun~" Hisoka pressed his lips to his ear. "Did you know that…I left the stall's door open when…I came in? ~" His arms wrapped around Gon's torso to hold him still as his hips continued to piston his ass. "What do you think would happen…if they walk down here and see…mmm…you getting fucked like this? ~"

No… Gon bit his lip harder, trying valiantly to mute his moans while his body did its best to disobey him, writhing within Hisoka's grasp, and he fought the overwhelming urge to cry out.

"Do you think someone's here? I'm hearing weird noises..." the same voice pondered aloud.

"Me too..." another affirmed warily. "Want to check it out?"

"I…don't know if we should…" came the uncertain response.

Oh shit... Gon shuddered. There's two of them?!

"Are you…embarrassed? Or scared? ~" Hisoka asked, grabbing his cock. Gon reacted instantly by gasping in pleasure. "I wonder what's going to…happen now? Can you…keep quiet with…all this happening to your body? ~"

Gon kept his lips pressed firmly together through Hisoka's merciless teasing and thrusting but it was getting harder to keep it up as the man started stroking his cock faster. "Ah..."

"I think someone's having sex in here!"

"Oh my gods what's wrong with people these days?! Let's get out of here!"

"Wait!" the first person gasped. "We can't leave yet…"

"Why would you—"

"Shh, they'll hear you! Be quiet! I just want to—"

"Want to what?"

"Hear how this ends..."

"What?! Are you some kind of perverted mmmph—!"

"Shh! I told you that they'd hear us!"

Hisoka chuckled at their hushed conversation. "Oh my...Gon~ it seems like you've got some fans~" He slapped Gon's butt and the sound echoed in the room that was now silent except for the sounds of their bodies meeting repeatedly. "Let's give them an idea of…mmm just how…messed up we are~" he whispered close to his ear. "Come for me Gon-kun…show them how insatiable you are~"

With that, Gon didn't have a choice when Hisoka let go of his cock to grasp the ends of the clips and pulled them off his nipples without releasing the tension first.

Removing the clips was just as he had been warned; they hurt like hell and the raw pain radiating from his oversensitive nipples intensified even more when Hisoka held the now freed, bruised nubs tightly between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.

"Aieeee!" Gon's entire body lurched instantly. "Oh shit it hurts! Hisoka don't…please don't touch them! It's too soon, Hisoka...too soon!" he cried out but Hisoka only pinched his nipples tighter and Gon couldn't control it, couldn't even think anymore as his legs trembled and he crumbled completely.

"Guhhh...!" Hazel eyes crossed. "Oh gods...oh gods it's coming...it's finally coming, I'm coming!" he gasped, resting his sweaty forehead against the wall in front of him. "Nnnnnrgh...Hisoka…it feels so good! Aaah…!"

His orgasm ripped through his trembling body and Gon panted, toes curling in his sneakers as he forced himself to stay upright while his heart pound out a frantic beat to the rhythm of Hisoka's thrusts. And throughout this, Hisoka only grunted behind him, pumping even harder. "Oh, Hisoka please!" he gasped, arching his back as Hisoka pulled him closer and he was filled with his cum.

"Oh yes...ohh...yes!" Gon cried out one last time as his seed spilled and for a moment he saw nothing but a flash of white behind his eyelids.

"Hahhh…ahh…" Gon swallowed hard, his throat feeling parched. "Damn…" he muttered shakily, trying to catch his breath and looking down at the mess he'd made all over the covered toilet and the previously spotless floor. Hisoka kissed his sweaty cheek and ruffled his hair and as Gon tried to gather his bearings, he heard the door leading out into the dining room open and close again as their unexpected audience left without a word.

"That was amazing…"

The words fell from his parted lips in a rushed whisper as if more in awe of the intensity of his orgasm than concerned about having been caught doing something so private in a public place.

Leaning back to rub the back of his head against Hisoka's cheek, he was surprised when the jester did not move, but seemed content to stay buried inside him for a moment longer.

Gon didn't complain, but relaxed in his hold, enjoying the feel of the man's arms around his torso. His breaths still came in ragged bursts and he glanced absently down at the fingers that had started to slide playfully down each of his ribs. It tickled, but when those fluttering fingertips trailed across the sensitive spot below his navel, Gon gasped, surprised that Hisoka's touches were starting to call the fire from deep within him again.

"Hisoka...ohhh…" He moaned as his cock started to harden in response to Hisoka's touches and to the increasing pressure against his prostate. It was clear that Hisoka was quickly getting hard again and that soon they'd be...

"Hisoka!" Gon repeated in a more urgent tone when Hisoka withdrew to push up inside him.

We can't do this again...

"Mmm? ~"

"Our food..." he gasped as Hisoka's cock hit his most sensitive spot once more and he trembled. "It will...it will—"

"The food…can wait, I'm not done with you yet~" Hisoka cut in possessively. "There's still more in here for you~"

Another smooth thrust and Hisoka moved a hand slowly up Gon's torso to circle one of his perky areolas.

"Nnnnrgh…ahh...what? Mmmm..."

"Five more minutes~" Hisoka promised. "That's all it'll take~"

That was definitely a lie and Gon knew it; there was no way another round would take five minutes but he found himself nodding as he writhed in wanton abandon within Hisoka's tight hold.

Gon knew that he should be feeling guilty about what was taking place, but for some reason he could not gather the will to care. Scarcely a hint of regret lingered, and that's when the realization of just how much he had changed hit him more than it ever had before.

Goodness...

What had he become, to enjoy doing something so incredibly indecent inside the restroom of York Shin's most popular Italian restaurant? And without a care in the world?

Anyone could walk in on them again, but instead of trying to talk his way out of his current predicament and convince Hisoka to release the Bungee Gum holding his wrists to the wall, he was verbalizing his obvious enjoyment, moaning like some whore Hisoka had picked up on a street corner.

"Hnnnn..." Another deep thrust and Gon rocked his hips to prolong the delightful fullness. "Mmmmm...H-Hisoka I think..."

"Yes? ~" Hisoka stopped thrusting in and out of him and his other hand reached up to brush over a swollen, bruised nipple.

Gon moaned harder under the tender caress and his chin dropped to his chest as he panted. "I...I think I've fallen..."

"Tell me Gon-kun,"—Hisoka pulled on the neckline of his T-shirt to give him a sharp love bite, causing Gon to shudder in want—"what's wrong with falling into the depths of depravity? ~" He withdrew completely, only to take his time slowly sheathing his cock inside Gon's tight, hot ass again. "What's wrong with all this filth? ~"

Gon grunted as he was stretched repeatedly, in a slow, methodical rhythm. "A-absolutely …" he mumbled, the lingering regret in his tone no longer apparent, "...nothing at all."

XXX

Gon tried to pretend as if he didn't know that Hisoka was looking down at him and grinning. He shifted uncomfortably. My nipples hurt. His teeth chewed on his visibly bruised bottom lip, clearly reddened from too many hot kisses. This is all his fault.

In the end, Hisoka had fucked him twice more before releasing him from his bonds and the experience wasn't any less intense than the first. Afterwards, he'd told him that they were going to sit through dinner and enjoy it. Gon tried not to groan. How am I supposed to comfortably sit here after he came so much inside... He shifted again, trying to sit with his back straight.

Urgh... Finally growing tired of Hisoka's open observation he turned to the grinning redhead next to him, took one look at the jovial expression on his face and frowned. "What do you want Hisoka?"

Hisoka made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a cross between a satisfied sigh and a moan. "You~"

"You can't be serious," Gon muttered disbelievingly.

"Why not? ~"

"First you had me crawling around on the floor,"—his cheeks tinted—"and then in the restroom you..." Gon looked away momentarily before looking back at Hisoka's lewd grin. "I can't believe you want more."

"I always want more of you~"

Gon blushed harder, frowning deeper and pretending that the blush on his cheeks was from anger and not desire. "Whatever."

After a moment of silence, Hisoka spoke up again. "You're getting better at it~"

Gon didn't even bother to pretend as if he didn't know what Hisoka was talking about. "Don't remind me."

Hisoka lifted one hand to hold his chin. "Are you angry with me? ~"

Gon's heart did that familiar, delightful little flip when his eyes met Hisoka's. "I—"

"Ah!" Denny gasped as he came up to their table. "Ahm I-I'm s-sorry for interrupting," he sputtered nervously as Gon turned quickly away from Hisoka to pretend as if he was picking invisible lint off the sleeve of his slightly wrinkled T-shirt.

Denny glanced at him for a moment as if about to say something but stopped himself and instead of addressing him, he off-loaded the contents of his large platter, carefully placing their plates in front of them. "Here you go, two Prawn Linguine and one Grilled Vegetable Salad." He stood at attention with the large gilded platter pressed against his immaculate black suit. "Will there be anything else you need?"

"No, we're good~" Hisoka replied, toying with Gon's palm atop the table and barely sparing him a glance.

"In that case,"—Denny tried not to look at Gon's reddened lips—"I hope you enjoy your meal." Bowing dutifully, he added, "I'll be back to refill your glasses later." And with that, he spun around quickly, already stepping away from their table.

Gon continued to keep his gaze averted until he knew that Denny was gone, then looked up at Hisoka with a dark look.

"Aww, you're so cute when you're embarrassed~" Hisoka cooed.

Gon gave him a petulant pout and turned away abruptly.

"Still not talking to me? ~" Hisoka asked, his voice holding more humor than disappointment. "It's a pity you couldn't be that quiet in the restroom~"

"What?"

"Hm? ~"

Gon's eyes narrowed. "Denny can't even look me in the eye," he grumbled deciding to ignore what Hisoka had said. "It's so embarrassing."

"Wow...embarrassed now that you're no longer thinking with your smaller head huh? ~" Hisoka chuckled lightheartedly while Gon growled at him. "And how do you know he wasn't looking at you? You weren't even looking at him~"

"I wonder whose fault it is for making us both uncomfortable?" Gon asked moodily, gesturing in the general direction the waiter had disappeared. "Maybe those people in the restroom went and complained to him and now he knows—"

"Knows what? ~" Hisoka interrupted with a grin. "Just how much of a screamer you are? ~"

"That's not funny Hisoka…"

"So you're a victim now? ~" Hisoka laughed good-naturedly, baring white teeth in a wide grin. "Oh Gon-kun, just when I thought you couldn't get even cuter~" He leaned toward Gon once more but this time instead of holding his chin, he kissed him briefly on his lips. His voice dropped into a sexy whisper and he let go of Gon's hand to boldly fondle his bare thigh. "Were you thinking about how much of a victim you were while you were in the restroom,"—his hand snaked up a bit higher—"stroking your cock until I caught you? ~" The hand on Gon's leg, on encountering the hem of his short shorts paused to tug at it. "Have you any idea how much your ass makes me want to keep cumming inside—"

"Can't you shut up?" Gon gasped angrily, but his voice came out as a harsh, needy whisper.

Hisoka pulled away from him, deciding to leave him alone before the night ended with him throwing Gon across the table and fucking him...again.

That would be great...right on top of the Prawn Linguine~ He looked down at the plate in front of him but then shook his head in an attempt to clear the image of Gon gripping the tablecloth and moaning loudly while he held on to his waist to thrust deep inside him.

"Hisoka..."

Yeah, he'll sound just like that...~

"Hisoka!"

I wonder how long it'll take the restaurant to clear out~ Hisoka chuckled to himself, thinking of all the people running out of the building. Oh and of course there would be those who'd be too shocked to do anything other than to stand and watch~

Just like the two that were listening to us fucking in the bathroom~

He moaned at the memory and at the thought of people passing by on the sidewalk outside, peering in through the floor-length windows to look at him having sex with Gon on top of the table. He bit his lip, wondering if there might be some accidents in the street as well.

His smirk became an even wider, evil grin.

Debauchery; ruin; panic; chaos.

And all because of Gon's sexy ass~

"Hisoka?"

Realizing that the voice was actually Gon calling out for his attention next to him and not from his fantasy, Hisoka turned to smile at the young man. "Yes Gon-kun? ~"

Gon's lips became a thin line. "What were you thinking about?"

"You really want to know? ~"

"Um..." Do I really want to know? Gon thought doubtfully.

"It was a fantasy," Hisoka said, without waiting for him to respond. "All about what would happen if I stopped resisting your sexy legs and fat ass~" He gestured to the table in front of them while Gon stared at him wide-eyed. "And in that fantasy you were right on top of this elegant table with me balls deep inside of your ass while everyone watched...~"

"Oh...gods..." Gon immediately regretted asking.

"Yeah, you'd be saying that, along with crying out my name while you came hard, over...and over...~" Hisoka moved to kiss his lips and Gon let him, too shocked by the fact that he was actually finding Hisoka's fantasy quite erotic to do anything else. "Do you see what you do to me? ~" Hisoka mumbled against his lips.

Gon nodded, not saying a word or making a movement other than to part his moist lips and submit as Hisoka plundered his mouth. Oh yes...

Hisoka released Gon's lips to examine his face and caress his plump cheeks lovingly. "Think of it this way," he said, putting an arm over Gon's shoulders to pull him closer. "Since Mr. Waiter knows what you were doing, I don't have to hear him harp about the two for one special anymore~"

"Oh and that definitely was worth the embarrassment," Gon replied sarcastically.

"No~" Hisoka trailed a wobbly line up his bare thigh with his index finger. "It was worth you getting a taste of what it's like to be an exhibitionist~"

Gon didn't respond, knowing he couldn't lie to Hisoka about not having enjoyed being looked at by the waiter or heard by the people in the restroom.

"So~" Hisoka kissed his chin. "How was it? How did it feel to cum after being humiliated like that? I want to hear you say it~" His voice was slightly muffled and laden with desire as he nuzzled Gon's hair. "I want you to admit just how much you've 'fallen' ~"

"I…" Another kiss on his cheek and Gon shuddered. "It felt really good," he admitted.

"And what did you like the most? ~"

"I liked the clips on my nipples while you..."

"While I what? ~"

"Fucked me..."

"Oooh such a dirty mouth Gon-kun~" Hisoka cooed. "Nice to see you finally being honest with yourself~"

"Yes," Gon replied, quickly noting that even if he ignored his desire, the intense awareness he felt from just sitting next to Hisoka while the man kept one hand on his leg and the other slung over his shoulders would keep him aroused. He needed a distraction from the indecent thoughts that were starting to plague him.

"So...how was your meeting with Dawn?" Gon asked, trying to take his mind off of the idle movement of Hisoka's hand on his thigh. "Did you learn anything about our mission?"

Hisoka stopped making circles on Gon's thigh to reach for his water glass. "I would say it was a success~" he replied simply.

Gon blushed as Hisoka's eyes held his gaze while the glass slowly tipped toward those smooth lips. Instead of drinking from it, Hisoka paused and a pink tongue darted out to glide its tip along the edge of the glass and immediately Gon felt hot all over, wanting to demand that Hisoka put that tongue all over his body. "Oh..."

As Hisoka's tongue continued to glide slowly, Gon's nostrils flared and his breathing became labored. His tongue is…going all around the rim of the glass…

Gon gasped as he made the connection.

Rim of the glass…rim of the…rim…rimming…oh my gods Hisoka I want…

He inhaled sharply. I need to stop thinking about it...but I can't...

His vision blurred but remained focused on Hisoka's lewd demonstration and when the tongue dipped down to touch the surface of the water and flick upwards, Gon felt as if his heart had suddenly seized up.

Mmmm…

Gon shook his head to clear the haze. "Hisoka I want you to..."—one hand clenched the soft leather—"ah…I mean what did you talk about in your meeting?"

"Hmm? ~" Hisoka finally took a sip of the clear liquid and replaced the glass on the table. "You of course~"

"What?" Gon's heated blush disintegrated into confusion. "Stop lying!"

"I'm not~"

"Are you lying about not lying?" Gon asked warily.

Hisoka chuckled. "Nope~"

"I thought you said she was your contact," Gon said with a frown.

"Yes, I did say that~"

"So why would you spend precious time discussing me?"

"As I said before, she seems to know quite a lot about you~"

"Well I don't know her,"—Gon hesitated—"well not personally." He had met so many people both on Whale Island and on his journey after becoming a Hunter that it was hard to tell who he had or had not met and something did seem quite familiar about Dawn.

Maybe it was because she knew his dad?

Hisoka smirked. "Would you believe she actually threatened to 'seriously' injure me if I hurt you? ~"

"Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?" Gon asked disbelievingly. "You'll be getting what you deserve."

"Pity? ~" Hisoka grinned. "I don't want your pity~ You're supposed to feel happy for me; that I've finally acquired something that makes people want to kill me if I destroy it~"

"Don't talk about me like I'm a possession," Gon started to chide him but on looking up at Hisoka's grin, he sighed. "And naturally with that death threat still fresh in your mind you went on to start the evening by tricking me into going under the table..."

"I'm training you not to fall for lies and tricks~"

"And I'm sure you're telling a lie right now."

"Maybe~" Hisoka shrugged. "Plus I didn't hurt you~"

"My head still hurts from hitting it on the table."

"Oh Gon~" Hisoka playfully ruffled his hair and Gon pouted. "That was the table's fault, not mine~"

"But you made me go there!"

"Mmmmm...yes I did~"

"Whatever." Gon batted away his hand. "Tell me what you learned about the case."

"Oh, well Dawn just wanted to tell me that she has a strong lead on who the person we're after is~"

"Who is it?" Gon asked breathlessly, instinctively leaning closer.

"Dawn thinks it is her boss," Hisoka whispered.

"What? Really?" Gon's eyes widened. "Will she be okay?"

"Well she has been working with him under the suspicion that he was the one she was after~" Hisoka leaned back against the leather backrest and stretched out his legs. "All she needs now is to do the final confirmation and we should be set~"

"How is she going to do that?"

"Remember that assignment Dawn said that she had to get ready for tonight? ~"

Gon nodded.

"She plans to get close enough to him to identify a tattoo on his hand that she insists has a purpose~"

"I think it has a purpose too."

"You do? ~" Hisoka tapped his chin pensively. "I haven't told you much about this case; what would make you say that? ~"

"Well this guy is enough of a threat that he has a private investigator trailing him for what has possibly been years. I think this means that he's not just some random person that can be arrested or killed so there has to be a reason he's being allowed to stay alive." Gon rubbed his chin, an unusually thoughtful expression on his face. "And the Hunters' Association is involved..."—He looked up at Hisoka—"And you too, you're involved, which would mean that this man is a Nen user right?"

"Hmm~" Hisoka touched Gon's nose with a light little tap and smirked as he giggled.

"I'm serious Hisoka!" Gon protested, fanning away the hand from his face.

"I know you're serious Gon-kun~"

Gon tried to ignore his sexy smirk and continued, "So that's why I'm also thinking that his tattoo has a purpose – too many people are involved in this for it to be a simple case. Maybe that tattoo has some strange power or something." Pausing, he mumbled as if thinking aloud, "Something more is happening here...something that a lot of people seem to be curious about..."

After a moment of silence descended on them, Gon tilted his head in confusion. "Hisoka—"

Just then the hand around his shoulders pulled him even closer and Hisoka wrapped him up in a tight hug, looking down at him while he struggled. "You're smarter than you look aren't you? ~"

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Gon demanded heatedly, still struggling to pull away from him. "Are you saying that I look stupid—!"

"No~" Hisoka replied smoothly, depositing a kiss on his cheek, chin, and then a lingering one on his lips. "I'm saying that I like you~"

"Wha—" Gon's face turned red.

"That's what so special about you, you didn't even know much about this case other than the fact that I have a contact and I've been hired to dispose of this guy, but you were able to analyze the little information you had and the observations you made to make an accurate conclusion. I'm proud of you~"

Hisoka kissed his forehead and Gon turned away to discreetly put a hand to his chest. Does he mean he likes me in an approving way or in a more romantic—

"Oh and by the way...how was your day Gon-kun? ~" Hisoka asked. "Earlier you mentioned something about it having been a"—he mentally searched for the same phrase Gon had used—"'crazy day'? ~"

Gon looked up at him as if surprised that he had remembered what he'd told him in the HuntsApp message, but said nothing.

"Did you have a fight with your friend? ~"

"How did you—"

"You've been a bit moodier than usual," Hisoka explained. "And that's the only thing that could really have you acting that way~"

"Yeah..."

"What happened? ~" Hisoka asked, putting a finger under his chin to lift his face so that Gon couldn't look away from him again. "Tell me~"

"Killua knows," Gon admitted, unable to hide the hurt that flashed momentarily in his eyes at the memory of their heated disagreement.

"Knows what? ~"

"About us...about what we're doing."

"Hmmm really? ~" Hisoka's finger trailed a lazy path from his chin to his cheek and lingered there. "And is that all Gon-kun? ~"

"No...he was angry...really angry, but that wasn't the worst part." Gon bit his lip nervously, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh so hard that it started to bleed a little. "You see, it hurts. It's that look of disappointment, of disapproval and the way he acted as if his trust in me was broken because I lied..."

"Well, lying does have a tendency to break people's trust~"

"Hisoka..." Gon started to frown at him but stopped when the pain from the movement made him realize that he had cut his lip. "Ouch…" He brought his hand up to his lip to wipe away the blood but Hisoka grabbed his wrist.

"Come now, don't fret~" Hisoka said gently, seductively leaning forward to lick the blood off his lip. "Where does it hurt? Here? ~" He raised the hand he was still holding to rest on Gon's chest and kept it there, between their bodies, over his heart. "Or is the pain here instead? ~" Gon gasped when the lips moved from hovering over his mouth to kiss his cheek. "Let me heal you where it aches~"

"Hisoka..." Gon mumbled, turning to meet Hisoka's lips with a kiss. They kissed slowly, the union of their lips communicating their feelings for each other without a word having to be passed between them.

Hisoka was the first to break their kiss, moving his lips in a deliberately slow, steady path all the way to Gon's earlobe. "Why are you worried? ~" he whispered. "Don't you think that Killua considers you to be a true friend? ~"

"...yes," Gon replied, not sure what Hisoka was trying to say.

"Do you doubt your connection with him? ~"

"Of course not Hisoka." Gon furrowed his brow. "What are you trying to say? I—"

"You see Gon-kun," Hisoka interrupted. "What I'm saying is that if someone considers you a true friend, and you feel the same about them, it would take a lot more than something like this for you to lose them~" He smiled. "Because that's what worries you isn't it? You're afraid of losing him~"

"Yes," Gon admitted, averting his eyes. "And I was also afraid of having to give you up in order to keep him. I can't choose between you two, it's too hard."

"You don't have to choose~"

"But what if Killua—"

"I'm not going anywhere," Hisoka announced, smirking. "So Killua is just going to have to get used to seeing me by your side~"

Gon wasn't sure if that would help his current predicament or hurt it, but he figured that things couldn't get any worse between him and his best friend.

"Now, before your food gets any colder," Hisoka twirled a bit of the linguine around his fork and speared a prawn. "It's time for your dinner~"

"Mmmhmm!" Gon looked down at the mouthful Hisoka was holding in front of his lips and opened his mouth happily.

Hisoka watched attentively as Gon's lips closed around the fork and smiled. Yes Gon, you're mine and no one can change that. I wouldn't let them~

XXX

N.B: Meanwhile, in an apartment shared by Killua and Illumi…

Padding across the room soundlessly, Killua entered the kitchen and made a beeline for the refrigerator.

He sighed.

Nothing edible.

Well to be fair, the fridge was packed with food but not the type he could eat right away and he wasn't in the mood to cook anything for himself. Illumi was the one who liked to cook, not him.

Where is Illu-nii when I need him?

Wait.

What did I just...

He shook his head and frowned, unhappy with the thought that he actually wanted Illumi to be home right now.

But what's taking him so long at the bank anyway?

Looking up at the large clock on the wall, his brow furrowed. 8:00pm. Isn't the bank closed by now? So if he's not at the bank, then where is—

Whatever.

I don't want to know.

And I don't really want him to be here. I can cook something for myself, it's pretty easy I just have to...

Killua gazed blankly down at the wide assortment of ingredients and suddenly cooking felt like an insurmountable task.

It's going to be ok, I just have to turn on the—

He looked away and in the direction of the stove...then back to the contents of the fridge again, his heart now filled with doubt.

And denial.

It's not like I can't cook... I just don't want to, he convinced himself. I don't need Illumi for anything—his knuckles whitened from his tightening grip on the door—I've never needed him. And wanting him to be here doesn't mean I want to see him or that I'm concerned that he hasn't come home yet to get started on dinner for me...I mean us...damn...

His frown deepened.

Damn it all...

Killua realized that he was contradicting himself.

"What the hell is wrong with me?!" he grumbled aloud, pausing dramatically as if waiting for an answer from the heavens.

Of course there was none.

How did my thoughts go from wanting to get something to eat to convincing myself that I do not want to see Illumi?

Killua's entire body went rigid.

Since when did I have to convince myself that I do not want to see that bastard?

His pale hand gripped the door of the refrigerator even tighter, to the point that a dull pain pricked at his consciousness but he was far from aware of it. Killua really did not like that his thoughts were now focused on his brother. That seemed to be happening a lot lately, and to be honest, it scared him.

For years he had been able to keep all thoughts of Illumi shrouded in hate and caged with the things from his past that he'd rather not recall, but why was he now…

No, no, no…

Wide blue eyes snapped back to his current task, dragging his thoughts from the edge of despair and just like that, he'd made himself forget again.

Another sigh and he scratched his head over the towel that had been draped over his hair after a lazy attempt to dry it.

What was I thinking about again?

His stomach growled and he bent lower, peeking out from under the towel that had fallen forward even more.

Oh yeah…food.

Blue eyes scanned the neatly packed and labeled containers that held the chopped vegetables that Illumi had already prepped for their next few meals. Everything was so well organized that it was easy to realize that what he was looking for wasn't there.

Leftovers...Tiramisu...anything edible...

Nothing. His stomach growled angrily in protest to the futility of his search.

Looking down at the hand he'd placed over his abdomen, Killua grunted in exasperation. "What the hell do you expect me to do? There's nothing!" His stomach responded with a pang of hunger that was akin to a sharp, slicing pain and he almost doubled over. Urgh…

Since he had nothing on his stomach (due to the nausea earlier that day that had forced him to expel his entire breakfast), and had to carry on for the rest of the afternoon with only the water and the ginger tea Laura had given him while he and Gon were in D' Pastry Shoppe, it was understandable that he would feel the way he was feeling now.

But his stomach was having no mercy for the circumstances surrounding his present state.

Another sharp hunger pain and Killua shut the refrigerator door in anger. "I'm not calling that bastard!" he announced stubbornly through clenched teeth, swiftly turning on his heel to head toward the pantry.

I'd rather die from hunger than resort to telling him that I want him home as soon as possible.

Ever since he'd arrived in York Shin with his brother, Killua hardly ever had to search this intensely for food, since Illumi always made it a priority to either cook or buy takeout for them to eat. And now that he was suddenly faced with rows of canned food organized by content and expiry dates in a pantry he'd never had to look in before, Killua felt confused.

What the heck is that Illu-nii bastard preparing for? A hurricane?

The frown tugging his lips downward persisted, and instead of choosing to spend valuable minutes staring aimlessly at the perfect line of cans in front of his face, Killua ultimately grabbed a bag of salt crackers that was hidden behind a row of pasta sauce tins.

That jerk, he thought as he headed for the island at the center of the kitchen and snagged one of the apples there. Always hiding the good stuff.

Plopping down on the soft leather couch like a decrepit old man that had just run a marathon, Killua felt mentally exhausted.

What a day.

He turned on the television and blankly stared at it without really paying attention to what was on while alternating between the now half-eaten apple and the crackers. When he was satisfied, he lay back, and as he did, his foot bumped something.

Huh?

Reaching forward, Killua grabbed the shopping bag that he had forgotten having deposited there before going to take his shower.

What was this again?

There was no logo or anything on the bag and finally pulling the towel off his hair so he could focus on the item in his lap, he carefully took out the box inside and examined it.

Seconds passed and he simply continued to stare at the elegant box with its gold lettering and lone picture of a svelte phone as if it was his first time seeing it...as if it wasn't the result of a random purchase he'd made on his way home.

"What am I doing?" Killua groaned, realizing that he was just sitting there, staring at the package in his hands. First this purchase, now I'm spacing out…

He had been feeling strangely depressed ever since Gon had told him the truth about the relationship he shared with Hisoka and as he was walking home from D' Pastry Shoppe with a heavy heart, somehow his steps had led him into a store that dealt primarily with the sale of cellphones.

Killua could no longer remember what had motivated him to walk into that store. Maybe it had been the large vinyl poster in the front window that advertised an exact replica of Gon's new phone. Maybe it was something else that had drawn him, but whatever it was and however he had ended up inside the store, the CSR there had immediately zoomed in on him as a potential customer.

Killua cringed, recalling how she had gone on and on about the new devices they'd just received and how 'cutting edge, rare and simply awesome' the H6 and hPhone8 smartphones were. And while she talked...and talked, Killua had just stood there, part of him listening to her, part of him not, while a small part of his consciousness wondered why he was even there.

Then, just as he was about to leave, she'd grabbed his arm, pulling him further into the store and toward the lit showcase at its center where the two phones were displayed like some kind of sacrifice to an unholy power. They were so beautiful that he didn't even mind that her hand had touched him without his permission. They were so captivating that he couldn't take his eyes off them.

Maybe she had seen the change in him, because it was then that she really started to gush about how everyone wished they owned either one of the displayed models and how awesome it was that these phones had the capacity to handle all the new apps with the upgrades they had recently received before their launch.

'Buy either one of these and you'll be the envy of every one of your friends' she'd said but Killua didn't care about social status. As he had watched the phones all he could think about were Gon's hands holding the new phone Hisoka had bought him and Gon's lips talking about how convenient it was over texting to use HuntsApp on that new phone…the one Hisoka seemed to message him on regularly.

And that's when he had lost control over his wallet. It had been an impulse purchase, driven by haunting thoughts and an inability to deal with the knowledge that Hisoka was able to communicate with Gon in ways that he couldn't.

Now I can message him on HuntsApp too, he thought with a smirk but then his palm came up to rest against his forehead in shame. What am I really doing? Am I trying to compete with Hisoka?

Since when do I have to play catch up with that clown bastard to get Gon's attention?

He was silent for a moment.

Oh shit. Is this how it starts? First I buy a phone to keep Gon's attention…

Then one day I lose his interest completely because…because I don't shine brightly to him anymore?

And then Hisoka completely takes my place…

Or has he already?

Rage swelled up inside his gut and churned with such ferocity that Killua felt nauseous. He did not want to entertain the possibility of losing Gon to Hisoka.

I'll never let that fucker interfere with our friendship and take Gon from me without a fight.

But Gon is...having sex..he's letting Hisoka do all those things to him…would he even want to listen to me anymore?

Killua couldn't fight the hopelessness that had started to creep in on him.

How exactly was he supposed to even fight Hisoka to protect a friendship that felt so fragile right now? When he had no idea how to fix this messy situation that had developed between himself and Gon?

How was he supposed to fight someone that Gon claimed to love without looking like the enemy?

Such a messy situation indeed.

Feeling himself starting to get depressed again, Killua decided not to think any further on the issue with Gon and finally focused all his attention on the box in his lap again, lifting off the cover to take out the slim black phone neatly packaged within.

The one he had chosen to buy wasn't the same brand as Gon's, which was the hPhone8, but it was an H6 Surface, its partner in the newest generation of popular phones.

Killua had to admit that the phone was stunningly beautiful and worth not having any more savings in his account. It's only three more weeks before the end of the month and then I'd get my allowance.

Three whole weeks...

"Ah..." Just then the thought that, with this purchase, he wouldn't be able to splurge on chocolate for the rest of the month hit him. Ok...it was probably worth spending all that money.

Frowning, Killua focused on the phone again. Nothing I can do about that now.

Caressing the smooth device in his hand, he unlocked the screen and switched on the WiFi before starting the setup for HuntsApp. The lady in the store had already put in the SIM card from his old phone so all he had to do now was download the apps he wanted that weren't already issued with this phone.

Nice. He smiled. The download was complete and he eagerly refreshed the contact list to see if Gon's name would show up among his contacts that were using HuntsApp.

Gon's was the only name he looked for, the only one that mattered.

There he is... Killua's smile widened and he felt excited for the first time in hours.

He tapped on Gon's profile picture and a little dialog box popped up with some additional information.

Gon Freecs

Last location: YorkShin City Public Plaza

Last seen today at 5:42pm

Status: ((・If friends are like fishes, then my best friend would be the perfect catch・))

Killua froze, his thumb hovering over Gon's contact information momentarily as he read what Gon had chosen to write for his status. His face reddened and instead of clicking the icon to start a conversation with his friend, he exited the app, his cheeks still burning.

Gon always knew what to say to make him feel like a kid with a crush. It was always so awkward and Killua was happy that this time, Gon wasn't in the room with him to see his reaction.

Damn…

Lying back on the couch and flipping over to rest his chin atop his folded arms, he let out his breath in a huff. I want to message him, but how can I when I don't even know what to say? I'm not good with words and stuff.

Besides, Gon is probably really upset with me after all the things I told him today.

Killua felt regret and sadness fill him as he recalled the little fight that he had had with Gon.

But I said what needed to be said, he stubbornly convinced himself. Gon is acting like a complete idiot in deciding to live with that clown of all people! He could die! Why can't he see that?! Why am I the only one who seems to care? Why…why can't things just go back to the way they had been? I just want it to be me and him again. I just want to...to...why…

His breath hitched and Killua pressed his forehead against his forearms, fighting the desire to cry and rage in frustration over the situation that had developed between them. He both felt the need to apologize for hurting Gon's feelings and to tell him that he would never apologize for some of the things he had said because it had been the truth. He was conflicted and once again found himself regretting the fact that his interpersonal skills were terribly lacking.

He sighed. I was trained to be an assassin, not a friend.

How does one repair a broken friendship anyway?

Do I just wait for him to—

[[Erratic beeping]]

Just then, his phone beeped and he quickly sat up. It was the same sound Gon's phone had made when Hisoka had been messaging him in the café and Killua knew what that meant.

He held his breath and his heart started to beat faster.

The HuntsApp alert tone; Gon's messaging me!

He hesitated, getting flustered and debating with himself whether to ignore the message prompt or respond when his finger moved on its own to unlock the screen.

The words jumped out at him.

(HuntsApp Messaging: You have 1 unread message, from 1 conversation).

I knew it. It's Gon! His heart skipped a beat and his thoughts felt all muddled.

Wait…but what do I say to him? he thought in a panic. Maybe I shouldn't read the message, because he'd know I'm online and then I wouldn't know what to say and—

Ok…Breathe...breathe...

He took a deep, steadying breath.

Ah, this is so stupid, what am I worried about? Let's just get this over with.

Clicking the notification box, his excitement evaporated instantly and a frown descended on his lips as he read the message.

Baka-Aniki: Hey Killu, I see you got a new phone, now I can message you here instead of texting you.

Baka-Aniki: And I can see whenever you're online.

What a disappointment. Killua exited the app. But before he could throw the phone aside, it was already buzzing again and he opened the new message.

Baka-Aniki: This is so much more convenient for us, don't you think?

Is he trying to start a conversation?

Killua was about to exit the app again but another message quickly followed.

Baka-Aniki: Aren't you curious as to how you're receiving messages?

He was going to simply continue ignoring him but couldn't resist the opportunity to nail Illumi with a sarcastic response.

'Wifi. Duh.'

Baka-Aniki: Nope. Wrong answer. Guess again.

Killua was at a loss. What was Illumi talking about? Back when he'd bought the phone, he had not given in and purchased the Data Bundle that the CSR had been trying to sell him, having planned to use the stable WiFi connection they had at home to do most of his browsing. He needed to save money wherever he could.

'What else would I be using? Of course I'm using the WiFi.'

Baka-Aniki: The LNS wasn't working and I'm buying a new one today so you can't possibly be connecting using that.

'Oh'

Baka-Aniki: Using apps that rely on an Internet connection is going to drain your phone credit you know.

'I don't care.'

Actually Killua did care. He already had very little savings since most of the time his money usually went to his Choco Robot addiction and now after buying this new phone, there was close to nothing left in his account.

He wasn't going to let Illumi know that though.

Baka-Aniki: Why didn't you purchase a Data Bundle? WiFi can be unpredictable.

'How are you so sure I don't already have a Data Bundle? I could be using it right now.'

Baka-Aniki: Because when I told you about apps draining your phone credit, by responding with 'I don't care' it shows that you were planning to rely solely on the WiFi at home.

'And how did you know that I was home? I could be using the WiFi at any of the cafes in the city.'

Baka-Aniki: First, when you responded with disappointment because you didn't know that the LNS was non-functional, it was clear that you realized that you were using your credit instead of the WiFi at home.

Baka-Aniki: Second, HuntsApp makes it easy for anyone to know the location of their contacts.

'Why am I not surprised that you'd instantly use HuntsApp to spy on me?!'

Baka-Aniki: Killu, why don't you focus on what your oniichan has done for you instead of getting so defensive?

'What?'

Baka-Aniki: Check your Data

After dialing the code to check the Data plan he knew he had not signed up for, Killua returned to their conversation more confused than before.

'It says I have 29.5 GB of data still available. But I didn't buy a Plan. Maybe the lady at the store made a mistake.'

Baka-Aniki: Do you think they'd actually make a mistake like that? I'm disappointed that you haven't made the connection yet.

Killua was quickly growing tired of conversing with Illumi.

'Then what is it genius?'

Baka-Aniki: What would I get if I tell you the answer?

'My Hatsu to your face if you don't tell me'

Baka-Aniki: lol (๑❛ꇳ❛๑) my Killu is so funny.

Baka-Aniki: But since you're so curious, I'll tell you.

Baka-Aniki: I put you on my Data Plan.

Killua didn't even bother to ask how his nii-san had not only found, but was able to data share with him so quickly after he'd only just signed up on HuntsApp a few minutes ago. Apparently nothing was impossible for Illumi.

This was definitely going to be troublesome.

Ignoring the fact that Illumi seemed to always be aware of every move that he made, Killua chose to verbalize the other thoughts in his head.

'What the hell are you doing with that much data anyway?'

Killua knew that in order for anyone to use up that vast amount of data in a regular 30-day plan, that person would have to be a heavy internet user. It would take something like sending over 900 emails a day, viewing hundreds of webpages and posting lots of videos and pictures to social networking sites to actually exhaust that ridiculous amount. And those were things that he was sure his socially awkward brother did not do.

Baka-Aniki: It's a 3-month plan and now I get to share it with you. That makes me ridiculously happy - use it as much as you want.

Baka-Aniki: If it gets used up, I'll upgrade to a bigger plan or just go unlimited; but you shouldn't need that much data anyway because you still have the laptop I bought for you.

Baka-Aniki: What concerns me though is that you should have let me know that you were desirous of acquiring a new smartphone; I'd have picked one up on the way back. I'm sure you would have liked the new H6 model that's on sale now.

He knew I would have wanted the H6... Killua just stared at the screen, feeling angered by the fact that Illumi always knew exactly what he wanted, then confused at and wary of yet another act of kindness from his aniki. This was beginning to get suspicious. First it was the expensive laptop, then came the increased monthly allowance, regular meals that soon became home cooked meals and…now this.

'What I decide to buy with my money is no concern of yours,' he typed quickly, 'I never said I wanted anything from you.'

Baka-Aniki: I love you and it's my responsibility to take care of you. I always want to ensure your happiness.

Killua didn't respond, exhausted already by Illumi's overprotective nature toward him. He had to deal with it on a daily basis at home...now he was faced with it on social media too.

Burying his face into one of the velvet throw pillows, Killua knew that he had made a grave mistake. He should have kept his old phone with the same number and simply used a different SIM and new number to contact Gon, Leorio and Kurapika, thus maintaining the wall between him and Illumi but it was too late now to regret.

At the time, all that had been on his mind was that he really wanted a way to keep in contact with Gon and now he'd unexpectedly also created a way for Illumi to track him and keep in contact at the same time. His grip on the phone became limp and it almost fell when it buzzed again.

Baka-Aniki: I hope you realize now how much I care about you.

'Yeah right' is what he wanted to type, but instead, Killua grudgingly typed something else.

'Thanks.'

Baka-Aniki: I'll be home soon. I hope you're not too hungry.

Killua looked at the message and just switched off his phone, throwing it in the corner of the couch. He was not pleased that deep inside, he felt a bit happy to know that Illumi was coming home soon, and not just because that meant dinner. After traveling with Gon and Alluka for so long, he had learned that sometimes it was nice to have someone familiar nearby.

No...

Illu-nii's not familiar, Illu-nii's the enemy... Illu-nii's the—

His frown was back and now not only was Killua depressed about Gon, he was confused about Illumi.

Why doesn't he just...leave me alone?

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A/N (some important notes):

"Your ass jiggles because it's so fat~" (hahahaha)

Lol I just realized something - if you count from when the day started, Hisoka x Gon had sex like four times already (not counting that 69 scene) and the day isn't done yet... They're like newlyweds... or rabbits :/

This was a rather interesting chapter...Gon in the throes of pleasure and Killua skirting along the depths of depression. And they both made discoveries about themselves.

Random person in restroom:

"I think someone's having sex in here!" (Author: Yessss deal with it)

Dawn:

So I got precisely two questions as to whether I'm introducing her as Gon's mother in this story. Don't worry, the answer is that there is no answer; it'll never be revealed who she actually is so one can think of her as Gon's possible mother who gave him up at birth because she was too young at the time (she's 33 now). Or…she could just be some childhood friend of Ging's who had met and followed him around for a while after he'd left Whale Island, and who had desired to have a relationship with him but he chose Gon's real mother instead (lol that sounds like a story by itself…lots of drama and love triangle trouble. Nice~). And with Gon's mother not around, it could be that she feels responsible for him.

Killua:

I'm sorry that his part was so angsty here but Killua is not himself right now. Do you remember how devastated he looked back when he split up with Gon and went off with Alluka? Well just imagine how he'd feel if he thinks that he's possibly losing Gon, forever and that it's probably his actions (inability to accept Gon's relationship) that would drive a rift between them. And add to that, he has to deal with Illumi too...

The boy's got problems.

Anyway,

1) 'Baka-Aniki'...lmao ;p

2) Oh yes, H6 Surface and hPhone8 LOL who knows, the laptop was probably an hMac too :/ I'm not sorry (kudos to those who get the reference).

3) Aww Killua is sad about what happened with Gon. He thinks Gon doesn't want to talk to him but doesn't know that Gon had tried to call him right after he had left without success (Chapter 27). Unfortunately that happened while his SIM card was being switched to the new phone.

4) Oh so Killua is experiencing a change. Maybe some Killumi moments are on the horizon…maybe not. We'll see (I'm thinking of a dark past for them, which is the reason why Killua avoids him but my conscience keeps fighting me). For those not into the ship, depending on my conscience—oops I mean what I decide to write for them, I will put warnings at the top of the chapter so you can skip it. For those who want to see them together, let me know in the reviews if there's something specific you want to see. If you have nothing, I'll just go ahead with what I'm contemplating but I just want to give you the opportunity to request since I'm giving the HisoGon fans what they want, and it's only fair that I take care of you guys too, isn't it?

Illumi:

Illu-nii just wants your love Killua

(Oh no, Ilumi has discovered emoticons...now the world shall fall into ruin...)

Hisoka:

Apparently he thinks that marking Gon as his territory to ward off potential suitors is the right thing to do lol (stingy, stingy =.=).

Well at least in the end he gave Gon some good advice about his friendship with Killua...

Gon:

Stop following Hisoka down that path of depravity. I shiver (with joy?) to think of what else he'll have you doing :O

Finally:

I'll be putting UxD on a mini hiatus because a lot of work is piling up on me :O I have another HisoGon story that was put on hold for six months because all my time is usually spent writing UxD (awkward laugh) so I plan to update that before Christmas with a smut chapter. Also I have two requests for two other stories to work on and release in a month, then I have to locate and sort the future drafts for this story (sadly when I write I do so all over the place, on post it notes, a notebook, my 3 notes apps and in assigned future chapter documents…it's crazy ;w;). Many of my future chapters for UxD are half-written already but I have some serious editing, thinking and plot analysis to do to make sure they're ok. And then there's that fight with my conscience about the level of emotional pain these characters might endure. But don't worry, because with me, (when I'm done duking it out with my conscience, fulfilling requests, updating my other story and organizing my notes) I'm sure I'll still be writing this when I shouldn't be and if anything comes up concerning the future of UxD, I'll make a post on Tumblr! Sorry I can't give an exact date when I'll be back but I won't be gone for long.

Thanks for the support throughout this year everyone, I hope you liked the filthy smut in this chap and now it's time to give me your love! Um I mean it's time to leave a review to share your thoughts. All your lovely reviews shall be used as motivation to strengthen the future chapters of UxD so never think that your words to me don't help. Much love to you wonderful people, please take care of yourselves and thanks for reading!