OKAY. Remember when I said the last chapter get's explicit between them? Well THIS chapter contains what you were probably thinking of last time. If you read this and you're worried that Hisoka has changed too much, rest easy. I write everything a few chapters ahead before I share, so there is definitely a method to my madness. Also, if you read this and wonder why Gon acts the way he does, I pull my ideas from situations in HxH so as to make the characters in my story as similar to their personalities given to them by their creators. This one is longer than the first one I put out, so ENJOY!
AND FINALLY, it was recently brought to my attention by a follower that is taking down stories with content similar to mine, which has me worried. I purposefully made Gon's character older to avoid some of the negativity directed toward HisoGon fan fiction but if they do take it down, I will be posting my story on Archive of Our Own (as soon as they invite me).
Gon sensed Hisoka's change coming before Hisoka had realized it himself. In fact, he'd planned for this. As Hisoka shifted his weight in an automatic attack stance Gon released his aura and ran a circle ten meters in diameter, touching every bit of foliage and saturating it with his aura. As Killua had fused his aura with electricity, Gon had infused his with fire. The requirement needed to ignite was friction, but friction made by his opponent. It was a risky move. If his opponent used gyo they'd see his aura all around them, coating anything flammable, and they'd be immediately suspicious. Hisoka, however, seemed too determined to kill that he'd thought of Gon's circle as a tactic for distraction and charged. His third step ignited the flames.
Gon acted quickly surrounding himself and Hisoka in a protective aura. His fire could damage those with the strongest auras, but would do no damage to him. His aura exploded upward in a pillar of fire. The forest around them was engulfed and burned to ash. After a few seconds, the fire withdrew into the remaining wood, burning it from the inside out. Gon released his protection over Hisoka and let the ash fall on them both.
Visibility in the ash cloud was low and everything in the air caused eyes to sting and water. Gon could see the smokey outline of Hisoka's figure a few meters away. He'd planned this since their initial encounter. Hisoka's Bungee Gum would be easy to see juxtaposed against the deep grey ash. It would be easy to implement a second hidden skill he'd been developing, a quick use of his usually time consuming Jajanken. He could now feel rage coming from Hisoka and prepared to take some damage.
Hisoka raged inside and let it show. He was always one step behind Gon and he despised it. If this fight had been for fun rather than necessity he may have reveled in that fact. But his sanity depended on this fight, and the outlook was not good. He used Bungee Gum and pulled all the stray cards back to him. They wrapped around Gon on their way to him.
Very predictable when he's mad, thought Gon, seeing the bands wrap around his torso and arms. When he felt the bull of the Bungee Gum he threw his Jajanken daggers to slice through the bands and watched them disappear from around him. He could all but taste Hisoka's shock.
I can see Gon will be just as difficult as Chrollo. Hisoka had to switch up his techniques in that battle as well. He created a silhouette out of Texture Surprise and projected it in front of him. He could control the movements to make it look natural in the thick ash. If he could hide directly behind, Gon wouldn't be able to track him. His projection advanced on Gon's waiting figure.
Is he coming at me straight on? That was an odd tactic for Hisoka. Gon was right when he'd surmised that Hisoka preferred his opponents to come to him, he'd rarely ever charged someone. But now, with the figure rushing toward him, Gon had to assume his tactics had changed. He dodged the first punch, wanting to avoid contact and Hisoka's Bungee Gum, and he dodged a kick as well. He tried to keep as much distance as possible. Gon hadn't predicted a straight-on fight with Hisoka, he was struggling with how to counter but his thoughts were disrupted by a burning branch slamming into his right side.
He flew through the air and skipped on the ground before coming to a hard stop at the base of a burned-down tree. Gon coughed out ash and dirt and felt a sharp pain in his side. Pieces of the branch had broken through and lodged a few places near his ribs and on his arm. Before he had time to contemplate leaving them in or taking them out, something snaked up his body and trapped his limbs. Texture Surprise.
The bark did break through the Texture Surprise but Hisoka knew that wouldn't help Gon. His hands were bound by his sides and his legs were pressed together. He approached Gon slowly and again drew his deck. He sat about a meter away. His first throw nicked Gon's cheek and he saw him wince in pain. The next throw grazed his neck on the opposite side.
Gon looked at Hisoka as he continued to throw cards that sliced through his skin, but caused no fatal damage. He was toying with him. He wanted him to feel as much pain as possible before he died. Gon closed his eyes to stop the sting of tears, knowing what he had to do to end this. He opened his eyes so Hisoka could see what he was feeling, and coated his body with a low amount of aura to protect him. He charged his Jajanken.
"Saisho wa Guu," He said through gritted teeth. The power of his aura singed is skin but he continued to charge. "Jan Ken Chi!" He released his Jajanken to form a blade of aura, cutting through the Texture Surprise and releasing himself. His blade headed for Hisoka and brushed across his chest even as Hisoka attempted to dodge. It sliced through his shirt easily and cut the skin from hip to shoulder. Without stopping he transferred energy to both fists and used his Rock to pummel Hisoka, aiming first for his knife injury, then breaking his left arm just below the shoulder. He put both fists together and used Paper to send a wall of aura at Hisoka, which hit and sent him flying.
Damn, he is good, thought Hisoka as he assessed his wounds. He'd battled with broken arms before, but Gon had broken his very cleverly, at the shoulder. He wouldn't get much use out of it. His right arm was fine, but it was pressed against the reopened wound from the Ben's Knife. And his chest was shredded from Gon's Scissor attack. He could still fight though. He pulled back the cards he'd thrown when Gon was trapped and aimed them at Gon's back and neck.
Gon jumped when he felt the first card fly past his neck and dodged the best he could, though two landed in his back. While still in the air he scanned the debris until he found a rock the size he wanted. He flew toward it and dug it from the ground. With one swift punch the rock burst into fist-sized pieces, which he then punched and kicked in Hisoka's direction.
The barrage of stones wouldn't have been difficult to dodge had it not been for his wounds. A few larger pieces did further damage to his left side, but his goal was to protect his right. He didn't see until it was too late that the stones were camouflage for Gon's next attack.
Gon used his speed to his advantage and raced toward Hisoka through the stones. He grabbed a stone and smashed it into the side of Hisoka's head. He let Hisoka fall with grim satisfaction. As he fell, Hisoka thrust his foot toward Gon, kicking a shard of wood deeper into Gon's side. They both hit the ground at the same time.
Gon coughed and his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Damn. He looked over at Hisoka who seemed to be unconscious and crawled toward him. When he neared he saw Hisoka's eyes were open and staring into his.
"Why are you doing this?" Gon asked, sputtering through the blood and pain. One of Hisoka's eyes was swelling shut and blood poured from his temple and a scary rate. Hisoka didn't answer. "You don't know any other way." Gon said, understanding. He took as deep a breath as he could manage and sat up. He tended to Hisoka's wounds before thinking of his.
He ripped the remnants of Hisoka's shirt and used it as a bandage to wrap his head. "Gon," Hisoka tried to speak but Gon silenced him with a kiss and continued on, using another portion of the shirt to create a sling for his arm. "Gon," Hisoka tried again, but Gon stood and trudged to where his pack was. Stepping out of the battle area was like walking in to a different world. Outside of the ring of ash and smoke the forest was normal. He pulled his pack back into the swirling grey abyss.
Gon looked bad. His right side was wet with blood, but he continued oblivious to the severity of his injury. He pulled the herbs from his bag and chewed them just as he had before, placing them on the slash across Hisoka's chest, and on the reopened knife wound. Then, he returned his attention to Hisoka's broken arm. It was a clean break and if it was aligned properly it would heal perfectly. Gon began to create a makeshift cast to hold Hisoka's shoulder in place.
"Gon, stop," Hisoka ordered. He couldn't bear it, seeing Gon work so diligently when he'd just tried to kill him. He was healing his wounds, again, without a thought for himself. Gon, stop. Let me help you. Your wounds...if I don't treat them you could die.
He only realized he'd spoken his thoughts aloud when Gon said, "Alright." His surprise was superceded by his need to make sure Gon was okay. He pushed Gon gently down so he laid on his left side while Hisoka worked on his right. He started by pulling out the cards lodged into his back, and then moved on to the shards of wood. He hesitated slightly on the piece he'd lodged deeper into Gon's side, but luckily, without much wincing from Gon, he was able to pull it out.
Carefully, he pulled Gon's shirt off to better dress the wounds. He followed Gon's process of chewing the herb then packing the wound. He used small patches of the cloth bandage to cover the cuts from his cards, and finally he came to the burn on Gon's leg that he'd caused himself.
"That was stupid." Hisoka gestured to the burn, which looked to be only second degree. Gon smiled slightly.
"If I hadn't, I'd be dead right now," and managed a shrug before gasping from the pain of it.
"I'm not so sure," Hisoka muttered. "How long does it take for these herbs to dry?"
"Around two hours. We should stay still in the meantime." Hisoka nodded and put his good arm through the bag loop before bringing Gon to his feet and shouldering him to the closest tree. He sat down, bringing Gon with him and sat with his back against the base of the tree and resting Gon's back to his chest so that he was in between his legs. They would be comfortable here for a while.
Though his pain began to subside, most likely due to the herbs, Hisoka began to feel more and more drowsy. Maybe just a small nap would be fine...
"Hisoka, don't fall asleep. I definitely gave you a concussion." Gon said, anticipating Hisoka's actions.
"How did you know I was falling asleep?" He mused.
"I could feel it in your breathing," Gon said, and brought his left arm up to touch Hisoka's chest. "I can tell a lot of things by your breath. Like when I touch you," He traced his fingers up to Hisoka's neck, "like this, your breathing gets quicker. I know what that does to you." He was so matter of fact, and there was no denying his accuracy. Hisoka didn't say anything.
"I know you don't like it," Gon said, his fingers lightly tracing a figure eight on Hisoka's neck, "But you can't keep trying to kill me. I won't accept that. It'll probably make you feel worse anyway."
"Gon, you've grown much stronger. I don't know if I could kill you without dying in the process. " He teased, avoiding the heart of the issue.
"Ne, Hisoka, what happened to you before I found you by the stream?" Gon asked. The mention of Hisoka's dying spurred the thought.
"I had been fighting Chrollo. He injured me with this knife before your red-eyed friend stole him from me."
"Kurapika?" Gon gasped and turned to face Hisoka, "You saw Kurapika?"
Hisoka tilted his head to the side, "Yes, for a few seconds."
"I haven't spoken with him in years. No one has been able to contact him, not even Leorio. We thought he'd...you know." Gon looked down at his hands, which he'd clasped together. After so long of not knowing, he should be happy knowing Kurapika still lived, but he couldn't fight his anger. How could he have gone so long without contact? Did he not care that his friends thought he was dead?
Seeing the face of the young man in front of him, Hisoka placed a hand on top of Gon's, "Gon, you must first feel the way your friend has before you judge his actions. A goal spawned from revenge leaves little room for friendship." When Gon's eyes met his again Hisoka looked away and removed his hand.
"He must have been consumed with his training. A very formidable opponent. " He tried, but did not succeed, in inserting his usual insidious playfulness into his tone. Maybe he wouldn't be able to bring himself to kill Gon, but he certainly needed to withdraw.
Gon put his hand on Hisoka's cheek and tried to gently turn his head to face him. It was like pulling a stone. His hand dropped but his determination did not and he turned around to face Hisoka fully. Gon kissed his fingertips and placed them on the stab wound. He brought them back to his lips, and kissed them again, repeating this process until every would Hisoka had was touched. Hisoka's stoicism faltered slightly at the sweetness of Gon's actions.
Gon put his lips to Hisoka's neck and felt the muscles tighten as he trailed kisses up his jawline. Hisoka put his good hand on Gon's chest to stop him, but it was easily swatted aside. Continuing, he reached Hisoka's lips and held him in place with both hands. This time Hisoka used his full force, pushing Gon a few meters away.
In milliseconds, Gon was back, crushing himself against Hisoka and pulling him into an aggressive kiss. Hisoka groaned with pleasure, but resisted, this time freeing himself and jumping away. A pattern emerged beginning with Gon trying to get closer, and Hisoka consistantly escaping.
Gon changed tactics and instead of trying to pull Hisoka toward him, he attacked, punching Hisoka with surprising force. Hisoka skidded to a halt and held his face in surprise before he readied himself for another fight. This time, Gon promised himself, I'm not gonna hold back!
He charged his Jajanken faster than he ever had and launched himself toward Hisoka. He feigned a punch and instead, he drew his Jajanken blade and sliced Hisoka's muscles between neck and shoulder. Hisoka sent him flying with a punch to his gut and he noticed he'd been struck with Bungee Gum as well.
As he landed on the ground he was quickly sailing through the air again and slammed into a tree. A second later, Hisoka forced him through the air again but Gon was ready. He positioned his feet toward the tree and braced for impact. He hit hard and the vibrations from hitting shook his bones so badly it hurt. Gon used the force to push himself off, splintering the wood in the process, and headed straight for Hisoka.
Gon slammed into Hisoka with such force he knocked him off his feet and sent them both tumbling backward, kicking up dust in the process. By shear twist of fate their movement ceased with Gon on top, making the task of pinning Hisoka down very easy.
"No," Hisoka said, his voice showing his rising panic. He needed control, he needed power, and he had neither when he was around Gon. As an unwritten rule, attraction never came with emotion and after years of rejecting emotion, Hisoka was nearly convinced he had none. There was no room in his world for this feeling, and the fact that he was experiencing it mortified him. He had no idea what to do.
"Hisoka," Gon nearly whispered, "I can show you." He addressed Hisoka's thoughts as if he'd pulled them from out of his head. Leaning down slowly, Gon pressed his lips to his. He was patient and waited for Hisoka's body to respond before relaxing his grip.
Gon pulled away just long enough to say, "I love your taste," before biting Hisoka's bottom lip. He bit harder than he'd meant to, but he knew Hisoka enjoyed it from the way he pushed his hips upward in response. Their hands began to roam appreciatively over each other at the same steady pace they kissed.
When Hisoka felt Gon's erection he rolled on top of him and pulled him onto his lap. Grabbing a fistful of Gon's hair he pulled his head back and ravaged his neck, nipping and sucking up the jaw line and biting his earlobe. Gon gasped with pleasure and his legs reflexively tightened their grip around Hisoka who grunted in discomfort, putting his hand to his side.
"Ah, gomen, Hiso-chan," Gon said, pulling away to look at the stab wound he'd squeezed. The bandages were already soiled and the ripped and dirty clothing made them look worse, "I need to clean your wounds." And abruptly he stood, dragging Hisoka with him. He took Hisoka's wrist in hand and lead him to his backpack before heading toward the stream.
It took longer than normal due to the decreased state of the both of them, but they arrived before sundown. Gon pulled Hisoka to the waters' edge and began undressing. After a moment to appreciate the sight, Hisoka followed suit. Stepping into the water they both seperately thought of how grateful they were for the warm summer weather, which kept the stream at a comfortable temperature.
At its deepest point, the streams surface hit Hisoka low on his hips while Gon, being shorter, was in near his belly button. They faced each other and on an unspoken cue, began treating the others' wounds. The soiled bandages were removed and discarded, revealing newly formed scabs underneath.
As they began cleaning each other, their touches changed from clinical to carnal. To Gon, Hisoka's every touch felt electric, leaving his skin tingling. He moaned against Hisoka's lips and the older man playfully bit his own, eliciting more sounds of satisfaction. Gon lurched forward sending them both tumbling into the water. When they surfaced he looked sheepish and had a slight blush on his face. He ruffled his wet hair self-conciously and looked up at Hisoka through his lashes.
Ahh...Hisoka felt his chest tighten and ran a shaky hand through his own hair to get it out of his eyes. He pulled Gon to him gently and laced their fingers together, "Gon," he whispered and bent to kiss his forhead.
When they kissed again, Gon felt a change in Hisoka that reverberated through his entire being. His movements became more urgent, not knowing when this part of Hisoka would disappear. His hand fisted in Hisoka's hair to hold him against his mouth while his other hand traveled downward to grasp his still firm cock.
As he tried to wrap his arms around Gon, Hisoka was inhibited by the sling restraining his arm. Irritated, he ripped it off and let out what could only be considered a growl and raked his hands down Gon's back. He pulled him to the shallows and all but threw him on to the bank. Gon braced himself on his forearms while Hisoka climbed on top of him. He stopped and pushed Gon's legs wider and brought his head down to Gon's erection. The water flowed just over his hips, leaving his quivering member open for Hisoka's mouth.
The sensation of Hisoka's lips around him coursed through his body, running through him in time with Hisoka's movements. He closed his eyes and the sensation nearly overtook him. Hisoka's hand, which was gripping Gon's hip, began to slowly travel toward Gon's inner thigh before tentatively circling his opening.
Gon's eyes shot open with this new and uncertain situation. Hisoka, still licking and sucking, brought his other hand up to entwine his fingers with Gon's, soothing him. Gon's muscles relaxed one by one and Hisoka pushed one finger inside of him while simultaneously sucking harder. Gon's eyelids shuttered with pleasure, he'd barely felt anything else.
Hisoka inserted a second finger, once again, sucking hard to distract Gon. When he'd stretched enough to accommodate the second finger, Hisoka began thrusting in and out. Gon let out a whimper as his body adjusted. Soon, the discomfort faded and he began to feel slight pleasure, though everything was still too new for him to enjoy it fully.
Without warning, Hisoka abruptly pulled away and turned Gon over, bringing him farther into the stream so the water could provide some lubrication. Gon braced himself when he felt Hisoka's tip testing his entrance. "Gomen, momo-chan," Hisoka whispered, "It's better if I do this fast," and he slammed into him. Gon screamed, guttural and panicked as tears poured from his eyes. He reached forward blindly trying to escape this pain. Hisoka reached forward and held his hand, bringing his other down to stroke Gon.
Gon's breathing was ragged he couldn't imagine he would feel any pleasure, but Hisoka's hand was expertly caressed him, dulling the pain in his backside. After a few moments, Hisoka pulled back slowly and began to thrust. He let go of Gon's hand and held his hip in place as he moved in and out. Surprisingly, the pain ebbed enough for Gon to feel something stirring in his belly. He felt hotter and hotter and soon there was no pain and only Hisoka.
He put his hand on top of Hisoka's, squeezing slightly and spurring him onward. With this signal, Hisoka quickened his pace and shifted, pushing against Gon on the inside again and again, pounding right into the spot where Gon felt the most pleasure. Hisoka pulled his other hand back to hold Gon tighter, and Gon moved to replace it. He went faster until he couldn't take the fire that had built up inside him. He exploded into Gon, who came at the same time and they both collapsed to the side, their heads only just above the water, and fell asleep.
Thanks for reading! Just a note, Hisoka used 'momo-chan' because it means peach. Gon is his little fruit, so it's only fitting he's got a nickname now!