This contains LEMONS! Don't read if you don't like it - I'm sure we can get back in touch next chapter.

Chapter 47

Control. That's all anyone wanted, wasn't it? Control over your finances, your family, how quickly you fall or how smooth the ache feels when you finally hit the ground. Control over your emotions. Control over the trauma that made those emotions so uncontrollable in the first place.

Control.

Hisoka's eyes track me across the room, watching my stillness with the rapt expression of someone who had sunk their teeth into the sweetest fruit that they had ever tasted. The lights filtering in from the city beyond his sprawling windows lit his silhouette in stark contrast, illuminating the tips of his red hair and darkening the rest of him to a shadow with cat-like golden eyes. A long couch sat just behind him, pushed up against the wall of windows that made up his living room. To my left, I could see the darkness of his room, and to my left, there was the soft glow of the oven's overhead light from the kitchen. But there was no other light than that and the distant haze of city lights.

"Sit," I snap, hearing the annoyance in my own voice. That thread only gets longer as he does as I said, with nothing more than a smug tilt of his lips and the graceful descent of his long limbs folding into the couch behind him, the muscles in his arms bunching and rolling as he slides his arms along the back of the couch.

Those eyes of his give an eerie glow, lit like no other that I had seen in a human before. I can see the smug pleasure there, the intensity of his attention like the whole room is getting smaller and smaller by the second. Around him, I see the pulsing mass of his nen, slithering out and back like hands tightening and loosening on the world around him.

"You seem agitated, pet," he purrs, and I can't help the instinctive wince that tightened my lips. His eyes snapped to the movement, his lips hitching up further, his nen withering in a delighted little pulse. "Being in control, not all you thought it would be?"

"I'm well versed in being in control, Hisoka," I say, drawing the words out slowly. His eyes narrow, crinkling as his teeth flash.

His voice drips with poorly concealed sarcasm. "Are you?"

I'm across the room in a second, my hand snapping out, fingers digging into the strong column of his throat before either of us can blink. He doesn't even flinch, his head tipping back as he spreads his legs wider to allow me to stand between them. Like he had already anticipated my next movements. His eyes glitter as he stares up at me.

The problem with being in control of someone like Hisoka was that it felt just like being out of control. Maybe I should have anticipated this outcome. Our relationship has always been one made of fire and gas.

"What do you want from me, Mori?" His throat bobs underneath my palm, the tendons tightening underneath my fingertips. "You seem so angry, but I can't imagine why. You have me spread out like a feast - isn't that what you've wanted since the beginning? To sink your teeth into me? To feel my bones give way beneath you? You could ask me to tear out my own heart right now, and I would consider it. Because you're in control here, Mori. Because I let you-"

"Shut up." His lips are still parted, forming some other words, but I can see the moment of hesitation. The slight appreciation that flashes through his gaze like he wasn't entirely sure what this evening would be like. I feel some of the tension loosen from his shoulders as I drag my fingers along the coarse ridge of his throat, along the sloping tendons there and around to the baby-soft hair at his nape, curling around the edges of his ears. The softness there feels like a deception. Like a predator that adapted to make itself seem less deadly.

Control. Something inside of me snaps into place, and I feel the cold calm slip over me like a fresh breeze ruffling through all the burning parts of me. I can be in control. My eyes drift over his attentive expression. I can be in control because he's letting me. Because he wants me to be. There's a thread that I can feel pulling taut in my chest, and I think - for an instance - I think that maybe it's connected to him.

"You know…" I murmur absently, dragging my fingers over the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones and over those full lips. They part almost immediately, a silent breath expanding his chest and warmth kindles inside of me as he tilts his head just enough so that his teeth can pinch down on the pads of my thumb, his eyes intent on me like he's waiting for any bit of weakness so that he can rear up and away. "I always knew we were dancing along this invisible line with each other. Like one of us was one step away from crossing into this." I pause, pulling my thumb away from his lips before I grin. "But what I didn't expect was that it would be you. And that when it happened, you wouldn't ask for anything in return." His eyes glint up at me, unwavering and unreadable in the dim light. I press my fingers back into his jaw. "Why didn't you make me return the favor when you made me cum that day?"

His eyes remain blank, a series of emotions shifting behind those molten irises so quickly that I can't decipher them until finally, he pulls on that mask of indifferent amusement, his lips tipping up into a sly smile that I feel beneath my fingertips as he stares up at me.

"See, this is how I know that you've never been in control before, Mori," he rumbles, the syllables vibrating along my fingertips. I feel a leap of cold annoyance jerk through my chest at the easy declaration. Was that true? It had felt like control with my only other lover. It had felt like control because I had never really been in the throws of passion - never felt the snap of pleasure along my tongue like I had with Hisoka. His eyes glitter. "You don't know how good it feels to have someone come apart in your arms - to feel them shatter, all that vulnerability just wide open. It's almost as good as reaching that peak yourself."

His tongue drags along his teeth and I shiver. I watch his lips for a moment longer, trapped in the image he created. And then I imagine him in that position and my insides harden, burning like a kettle put into the kiln to finish.

"Then I guess tonight I'll enjoy stripping you down and watching you beg." His eyes lose some of the smugness, blank caution slipping into his gaze. A ripple of certainty slithers through me, warming my insides as I watch his expression shutter, watch the uncertainty begin to tighten his body. "I assume that's another reason why you enjoy it so much."

I'd enjoy repaying the favor of that day.

I step back, watching him just as closely, giving him just enough room.

"Pants off," I order quietly, his eyes going heavy at the command before he slips his loose trousers off, leaving him in nothing more than briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. He's big. I had felt how big he was weeks before but seeing it now outlined against the thin fabric made my blood go hot. His thighs are corded and thick just like the rest of him, and it's almost annoying how well-proportioned he is, his body an unfair work of art. And damn him but he knows it, his lips curling up at my awed gaze, legs spread languidly.

I want to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Hisoka's eyes heat, the expanse of him so imposing as he looms above me, all muscle and razor-sharp intent as I sink to my knees in the space between his thighs. There's surprise behind that heat, his shoulders tensing.

"Tell me when you're about to come," I murmured, my hands going to the waist of his underwear before I tugged them down, and his cock sprang free. He was massive - a lot bigger than I was used to, the skin velvety to the touch as a bead of pre-come slipped free from his tip.

His voice was a low, gravel-filled purr as I wrapped my hands around his base, enjoying the way it jerked in my grip. "I like seeing you on your knees-"

The sentiment was lost on a groan as I dragged my tongue over him, lapping up the salty liquid there before I tried to take him as deep as possible, my cheeks hollowing. I felt his hips jerk beneath me without thought before he let out a low curse and halted his movements. Had I given blowjobs before? Yes. It was the easiest way to get a guy off your back. But there was also something about it - maybe the power that it seemed to give me. The way I could make any guy turn into a mess just by wrapping my lips around them.

I couldn't help but glance up, taking in the way Hisoka's breath sawed through his lips raggedly as sucked harder, my tongue lapping at him as I pulled back. The veins in his throat pulsed, his jaw tight as he gritted out another breath. A shiver raced down my spine at the luminous glow of his eyes in the darkness.

"You look good with your lips wrapped around my cock." His words were too tight, his hips giving the slightest little press once more like he was trying so hard to keep himself under control. I went back down, my throat convulsing on a gag as he hit the back of my throat and he gave a foul series of curses. "Fuck that mouth-"

Fingers brushed along my cheeks, the callouses there scraping along the soft skin of my face as he dragged them along where my mouth was currently curved around his cock and back into my hair. He pressed my curls away, ensuring he had a good view. Too bad he wasn't in control tonight. I pulled off of him with a pop, gulping down a greedy breath as I watched the way my saliva glistened along his cock.

A low growl rumbled through him at the motion, his chest rising and falling in harsh breaths. I brought a hand up to tug his grip free, my breasts rubbing along his cock as I leaned up, pressing that hand into the couch behind his hands. His breath was hot against my lips, our eyes clashing as he went with my motions without resistance.

"Be good and keep your hand to yourself," I breathed, enjoying the quiver that I felt skate through him before I slipped back down onto my haunches. He followed me, his eyes slipping to my lips in dark hunger before he stopped himself and settled back into the couch reluctantly. I brought a hand up to where his fingers were still curled into my hair, readjusting it until it loosely gripped my curls away from my face. "If you do well, maybe I'll let you come."

His low groan flitted along my nerves as I dove back in, giving him a moan of my own as the salty taste of him slipped along my tongue again. I had never enjoyed giving a blowjob this much. I could feel my own arousal dripping from me and dampening the inside of my thighs as I forced him deeper into my throat.

"Fuck - just… just want to shove…myself into that tight…little throat." He let out an agonized groan, his head falling back, the muscles of his throat convulsing on a stuttered breath. His hand tightened in my hair - not enough to control my movements but enough to sting as I went down on him again.

I wish I had told him to take off his shirt, I thought dizzily as he let out a sharp grunt, his hips moving in short, uncontrollable thrusts that bordered on mindless. I would have loved to see the way his abs tightened. Did that make me a muscle slut? I laved his tip before taking him into the back of my throat once more. Maybe. I didn't entirely care.

His teeth flashed in a feral snarl, his head snapping up. I knew that look. I knew by the way his hand ripped into the fabric of the couch behind him. Knew in the way his hips ground up into my hands wrapped around his base every time he hit the back of my throat. He was about to come.

"Naughty," I rasped, pulling off of him right away. He let out a feral snarl, his eyes snapping open. His chest heaved, sweat glimmering along his brow. A few crimson strands of hair had slipped down, sticking to his temple. He looked like he wanted to rip the room apart at that moment. I grinned, dragging a finger along the underside of his cock. "What did I tell you?"

When he didn't immediately answer, I squeezed a hand around his base, making him his. "To tell you when I'm about to come."

I smiled up at him. "You were about to come."

He looked like he was having trouble processing the things that I was saying and for a moment I marveled at the change. Not the sharp Hisoka. No. This one was disoriented. Right on the edge of an orgasm and trying to drag himself back together. I liked it a lot more than I wanted to admit. Slowly, I watched him pull himself back in, picking up the pieces that he had let fly away. That lazy smile eventually curled his lips, the muscles in his shoulders loosening as he slipped back into that arrogance that he usually held so close. "Apologies, sweetheart. It won't happen again."

I gave him a mocking sigh. "I hope not. I'd hate to leave you like this."

His jaw tightens, the idea obviously beyond displeasing to him as I take him in my mouth once more. The truth is that as much as I loved getting pleasure from him, I think I might love this even more. Watching his eyes slowly go hazy. Watching as he tries to control the desperate roll of his hips and then eventually can't anymore.

I stopped twice more, enjoying the tortured curses that fell from his lips as I pulled off. His breath left him in grim gasps, eyes squeezing shut on the last one like he was trying to keep himself from taking control. We both knew he could. He was still so much more physically strong. When it came to nen - well, that was more of a wild card but I would still give it to him.

"Fuck - want me to beg for it?" I lap along his head, giving him a long look as his hips jerk.

"What would you be begging for exactly?"

His eyes deepen to the shade of warmed honey, dark and sweet as he stares down at the way my tongue drags along him. His teeth flash in a snarl. "To shove my cock down that sweet throat and come until you gag."

My insides flutter, heating. But… well… I gave him a long look. "Maybe next time."

He bit out a grunt, his head dropping back to the couch as I take him in my mouth again.

It was big talk. The truth was that my resolve crumbled when he started to make short, stuttering little grunts whenever I took him all the way in my throat. His adams apple bobbed with every noise, sweat dripping down his throat. God, I loved it when a man fell to pieces. And he had been so good, his hands staying where I placed them. Against my sides, his thighs tense and release on every roll of his hips.

"Let me come, Mori and then…" He lets out another groan, his head lifting so that he can watch me take him again. That hand in my hair tightens. "Then I can toss you on couch and shove my tongue in that pussy. You want that, don't you, sweetheart? Want me to make you feel good too?"

Lord, the mouth on this man. I should have stopped and reminded him that I was in charge tonight. But I wanted to see him come. My thighs press together at the thought. I don't pull away when that hand on the couch finally slips free with a moan and tangles into my hair, tugging on the curls just behind my ear as he thrusts up into my mouth uncontrollably. I should stop but I don't as he murmurs strained praise about how well I take him and how much he wants to bend me over and feel me wrapped around him. Promises about how he'll take me and how he wants me.

His come is a hot gush over my tongue and down my throat and I can do nothing more than gulp him down as he snarls, hips rolling and grinding. I don't think I should like it so much but I do. Like his pleasure is mine. Before he even has the time to go soft in my mouth, he's pulling me up, rolling so that he hovers around me.

"Want to come on my tongue, sweetheart?" He doesn't wait for my reply, his thumbs slipping into the waistband of my pants as he pulls them down. His eyes are molten hot, burning through me and I can't do more than nod.

"You said I was in control," I protest weakly, lifting up so that he can tug my pants down.

"Ah, but you were such a good girl taking me in that mouth of yours." His smile is lazy as he prowls down my body, his eyes sharp as they meet mine. "I want to return the favor." His hands curve around my hips. "Let me make you come?"

How can I say no to that? I open my mouth-

Mori. Fuck. Fuck my entire life. Mori. Slight issue that you might want to see before it becomes a big issue.

I grit out a breath, trying not to cry as my own need beats thickly through my veins. Kind of in the middle of something, I shoot back at Minoru. Hisoka's eyes narrow on the shell-shocked twist of my face. Fuck.

I wouldn't interrupt you if it wasn't important.

I resist the urge to scream, throwing a hand over my face with a whimper. This better be good.

I'm going to hell. Hope to see you guys there too. Hope it's the Greek one. I'd like to meet Charon - always been an icon for me.