Thanks to everyone who followed after the first installment. JUST A WARNING - This chapter is where it gets intimate between the two. I try to be as classy as possible about it, but I thought I'd leave a message for those easily offended at XXX material. If you have any idea/requests on what you'd like to happen PM me and I'll try to integrate it into the story line I have in mind. I hope you enjoy!
MyEmeraldTears and desiraethehisokalover: Thank you so much for the reviews! I hope this one doesn't disappoint
Hisoka had remained frozen until the sun rose midway in the sky. His mind was in such turmoil it was all he could do to conceal his presence. Why did Gon go to such lengths to surround him with En? Hisoka would have guessed some sort of game had it been anyone else, but he knew the mindset of Gon and he knew there was another reason.
The emotions Hisoka had felt inside the dome of aura was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and that may have been purposeful on his part. He was experienced in malice and aggression, those were easy emotions to control. Compassion or even caring were feelings so far out of his depth. Hisoka knew why his feet had all but taken root; why his muscles were rigid. He'd invoked, never felt, what he was feeling at this very moment: terror.
He was terrified to immobility at the emotions the boy had felt and the response it elicited from him. When Gon's aura flowed through him he'd felt warm for a fraction of a second before it was taken away. He felt its absence painfully and not even the noonday sun could replace the warmth he'd lost.
What the hell is going on?
He took a deep breath and found his lungs shaky. Now that he was out of his own head, he realized he was hard and nearly choked in surprise. He clutched at a tree for support and took in another gulp of air. Why was this happening? Everything since Gon had reappeared in his life was confusing and out of character, he felt off balance.
Dammit. This behavior was unacceptable. He needed to find Gon and kill him and set his world to rights. Where did he run off to, he thought before realizing he could still feel, though very faintly, Gon's presence. It seemed impossible that miles separated them yet he could still feel where the boy was.
He walked in the general direction he felt Gon was and found that the more he walked and the closer he came, the more acute the feeling was. Hisoka walked until the sun set and continued well past midnight before he was close enough to pinpoint Gon's location. He wasn't even trying to use zetsu and after a few seconds, Hisoka found why. Gon was fast asleep just above the lowest branches.
Hisoka jumped to the closest branch and his breath caught. Gon sleeping was a riveting sight. His mouth was slightly open and his breathing was shallow and steady. So relaxed, more relaxed than Hisoka had ever seen him before. He felt a familiar pull in his groin, just this proximity excited him.
He leaned back on the branch as far as he could while maintaining his balance and drew is deck. He shuffled slowly, debating on his next move. Hisoka didn't like the thought of murdering someone as they slept, but it was actually tempting. He wouldn't have to see those eyes looking back at him as he did it. He drew a card and threw it in less than a second watching it sink into the tree above Gon's head. So easy. He threw another, the card hit just below the first. Again, and again he threw getting closer and closer to Gon each time. If he threw one more time, all this would be over and he could move on.
His hand hesitated over the deck and without much thought he leaned over to pull the cards from the tree. As his hand reached the bottom card his fingers brushed Gon's hair and his eyes shot open.
How did he find me? Gon thought briefly before he focused on how close Hisoka was to him. He was hovering above him, his right arm extended to the tree, staring back at him. At that moment, when Hisoka looked so lost, Gon felt something blossom in his chest that rivaled what he felt for Killua. Before he knew what he was doing, his arms circled Hisoka and pulled him into a tight hug. He pressed his face into Hisoka's chest in much the same way he had when they'd captured Kite. There was nothing else he could do when faced with someone so completely out of sorts
When Gon pulled him into a hug Hisoka let out an audible choke. His body ceased function and he tried to play catch-up with his heart which began racing wildly. Gon buried his face in Hisoka's chest and his heart began to hurt, "What is happening to me?" Hisoka's voice rasped and was barely audible in the quiet of the early morning.
In response, Gon tentatively repositioned his head and softly kissed the hollow at the base of Hisoka's throat. Hisoka groaned and wrapped his shaking arms around Gon, unable to help the fact that his nails dug into the warm, sun-kissed skin. Gon gasped in surprise and bit his lip, leaning back to look at Hisoka. His eyes looked so uncertain. So innocent..Hisoka thought, his arousal beginning to show. He was positioned so that his right leg was in between Gon's and his growing manhood pressed into Gon's left leg.
Gon glanced down and looked embarrassed before meeting Hisoka's eyes once again. Hisoka felt Gon growing beneath him, against his lower abdomen, causing him to reach his full length. Gon took his left hand and trailed it down Hisoka's side until he reached the brim of his pants. His fingers brushed experimentally against the tip of Hisoka's considerable length and cried out in surprise as a surge of pleasure coursed through him. He jerked his hips involuntarily into Hisoka and let out a shaky breath.
"Fuck it," whispered Hisoka and he crushed his lips to Gon's who could feel the desperate need. With a surge of bravery, Gon reached down to clutch Hisoka's cock with a slight squeeze that prompted Hisoka to thrust in his hand.
Hisoka's hand fisted in Gon's hair to hold his head in place while he took over his mouth. Continuing to thrust, Hisoka's movements became more wild and he reached down with his free hand to grasp Gon's throbbing member and began to move his hand in time with his thrusts. He moved faster and faster and faster, burning with raw emotion he had no control over. Gon let out a small whimper then a gasp before finally meeting his release, urging Hisoka to his.
The bark from the tree branch dug into Gon's back as they collapsed with each other, laying on the branch. He barely noticed as he tried to catch his breath and understand what happened. But he couldn't, his mind was still hazy from the previous days exertion, and now the emotional and physical strain brought on by his situation relentlessly pulled him into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
Just before he fell asleep, Hisoka thought Gon may have whispered his name, but he was panting too loud to hear well enough. His head rested beside Gon's and let the boy's breathing slow his own, I am really fucked up. Minutes ago he was contemplating killing the boy and now he was feeling the delicious fatigue only felt post-orgasm. Exactly how fatigued was made clear by his eye lids, as if made from lead, closing before he could fight it.
Gon awoke the next morning stiff, warm, and slightly smothered by the man on top of him. So it wasn't a dream, he thought, taking in the feel of Hisoka's body. He had never acted the way he had with another man, though the way he'd felt the night before was similar to what he sometimes felt for Killua. It felt nice.
Hisoka was already awake by the time Gon had roused himself. He had been up for an hour, deciding what to do. There was nothing about his current situation he could relate to anything he knew. It was confusing and too different. When he woke, he tought about leaving Gon sleeping, and endeavoring never to cross paths with him again. But he stopped because the ache in his chest made it hard to breathe. It was impossible to leave him. Which is why Hisoka needed to kill him.
Gon's arms were wrapped around Hisoka at his waist and he pressed him closer, nuzzling his neck and breathing him in. Hisoka's eyes sprung open, fear filled, and his chest felt like it was expanding and collapsing at the same time. It was unbearable, this love.
Upon that realization Hisoka tore himself away and jumped quickly to the ground. "The time has come, my little friend. " He called in his typical, taunting and song-like voice. He re-situated himself, his crinkled pants and tousled hair, and pointed an outstretched arm toward Gon, beckoning him down.
Gon rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes and sighed. So this is it. Always able to resign himself to the harsh realities of the world, he nodded and hopped down from his perch. "Are you going to try to kill me, Hisoka?" He questioned, searching for an honest answer. His reply was a smirk. Hisoka shifted, his left side faced Gon, and prepared for battle. Gon knew this stance; Hisoka was a very patient man and standing in this position meant that he would not make the first move. Two can play at that.
Gon stood tall and stretched his back, then cracked his neck, and reached down to touch his toes. Hisoka may have thought he was stalling, but Gon's plan was to force him to attack first. He knew Hisoka well from their time together and from that, he could tell that Hisoka required control. What made him dangerous was his ability to adapt even when control was lost. But even then, everything he did was driven by his need for control. If Gon took that away he might be able to restrain Hisoka and talk some sense into him.
Gon yawned and looked at the sun in the sky, feigning boredom. He was trying to seem relaxed and unfocused. For a few moments as he gazed at a passing flock of birds, he thought his efforts would be in vain. He put his hands behind his head and returned his attention to Hisoka. As soon as their eyes connected a surge of aggression came forth from Hisoka. Gon held back a smile. It was working.
There's a way to dismantle him completely. Gon bit his cheek to keep himself in check. If he laughed now, there's no way he'd gain control. He looked at Hisoka with determination and put his right leg behind him, ready to propel himself forward. Hisoka tensed as Gon rocketed toward him and an unimaginable speed. The last time they'd fought, their speeds nearly equaled each others, but after years of training and muscle growth, Gon surpassed even Hisoka.
I can't tell where he is. He was surprised, even with the additional experience, he never thought he'd be matched in speed. Hisoka let his senses take over for his sight and felt Gon coming straight toward him. He braced himself to dodge and counter when Gon's presence disappeared. For half a second Hisoka had no idea where his enemy was when he suddenly felt Gon closing in on him from behind. He had time enough to turn around before Gon hit.
Gon slammed himself into Hisoka and wrapped him in a tight hug as they skidded backward. Hisoka had the wind knocked out of him and could barely keep on his feet, but finally they came to a stop. He was still trying to regain awareness when Gon held his face in both hands and kissed him.
Just as before, Gon had unmanned him. His body thrummed with the passion of Gon's kiss and it was all he could to steady his quaking body. Before Hisoka could tell himself to be outraged, Gon lightly bit his lower lip before bounding gracefully away, stopping twenty meters away.
Rage poured out of Hisoka in unrelenting waves and Gon swelled with triumph. Now the battle would start and his real task would begin. Hisoka had never looked so fearsome as he rushed toward Gon. Gon put his brief victory to the side and prepared a battle plan. Hisoka was slower, that much was clear, but he had many weapons in his arsenal. His cards and his Bungee Gum could be used in many ways. As he thought this, he caught a card centimeters from his face and tossed it aside.
He lept at the last second to avoid Hisoka hitting him head-on and somersaulted away, using Hisoka's head as a spring board. The sound that escaped Hisoka was indescribable and Gon knew he was winning in the battle of wills. There was nothing since the beginning of the fight that was characteristic of anything Hisoka had ever done. He was out of his element and growing more frustrated by the second.
Four more cards flew at Gon and, rather than reveal his new ability, he simply back flipped and barrel rolled his way clear of the onslaught. When he landed he was surprised to feel another barrage on the way and just barely leapt in time. Two cards made contact, grazing his neck and left arm. Gon smiled, I'm getting cocky.
He touched the wound on his neck and felt the warmth of the blood on his fingers. Keeping eye contact with Hisoka, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked the blood from them. He saw Hisoka's pants shift to accommodate his arousal, his limbs shaking again. Whatever was going through his mind, he did well to not let it broach his face.
What is he doing? Hisoka couldn't help his reaction when Gon licked the blood off his fingers. His reaction was more intense because as soon as he'd seen his card slice through skin, he'd wanted to do the same. Why was Gon acting like this? As soon as he'd asked the question, he knew the answer, He wants me to fumble and lose control. A ferocity as potent as venom coursed through Hisoka, I know your game, Gon, and I will no longer be under your control.