Sweet Taste [NC-17; Gon/Hisoka, Gon/Killua]
Title: Sweet Taste
Author: worblehat
Fandom: Hunter X Hunter
Pairing: Gon/Hisoka, Gon/Killua
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gon gets more than he bargained for when he requests training.
Notes: Unbeta'd. Er. Non-con, chan...all that good stuff. >.>
Word Count: 3,513
Thin trails of water slid down Hisoka's back as he exited the shower, his hair still damp. He walked towards the closet, turning his head when the phone on the nightstand vibrated. A message? he thought quietly. It was eleven o'clock at night; there weren't many people who would contact him at such a time.
Reaching for the phone, he could see Gon's name in the "missed calls" display. A smile played at his mouth as he fingered the keys, smirking further when Gon's name flashed again - this time as an incoming call.
"Hello?" he asked casually, the familiar heat already pooling in his stomach.
"Hisoka," came Gon's upbeat reply. Hisoka licked his lips, waiting patiently as he heard Gon shushing someone in the background - probably Killua, from the sounds of audible kicking. Mm, Killua...
"Train me," said Gon a few seconds later. Someone swore; another kick was heard.
"Train you?" he echoed, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Train you in what?"
"In Nen," Gon answered boldly. His voice wavered a little before he continued. "I know you can -"
"I'm busy," Hisoka interrupted.
"But - "
Hisoka hung up.
He was only half-dressed when the phone rang again, just as he knew it would.
"Hello?" he said, feigning disinterest.
"We're right down the street from your hotel!" shouted Gon. "You could at least meet me for an hour, or even half -"
Hisoka pressed END.
He hadn't bothered with a shirt, lying on the bed, watching his phone as it flashed on again.
"Will you be alone?"
Gon paused. "What?"
Hisoka repeated his question.
"...Um. Hold on." The sound of Gon's voice repeating his words, followed by hisses and muttered "I don't trust him"s made Hisoka close his eyes, inhaling peacefully. When Gon answered "What time?" he exhaled.
"Seven PM. That'll give you enough time to eat up." Eat up...doesn't sound like a bad idea, thought Hisoka to himself, chuckling darkly.
"Okay."
"Be sure to eat," he emphasised. "You'll need the energy."
---
Gon arrived on time, munching on the remains of a chocolate ice cream sandwich. Hisoka approached him, smiling coldly and grabbing his arm. Gon asked what was going on - and loudly - but Hisoka's flex of Nen was enough to quiet him.
"...What are we doing here?" Gon asked quietly.
Hisoka grabbed the smaller arm, yanking him down to the ground, pinning his wrists above his head, quieting the moving hips with his own. "Did you really think I'd ask you here to train?"
Gon remained silent, his body going still. His eyes stared widely into the sharp ones above. Thin fingers slipped along his cheek - touching him, lingering; lips rubbing gently against his neck, tongue tasting the salty, worried skin.
"You're nervous," breathed Hisoka, hardening immediately. He never would have thought it'd be so easy to get Gon away from the others, and yet...here he was. About to be taken under a dark sky, with no one around to save him. Hisoka didn't waste time wondering if he was clever or if Gon was stupid; instead, he stared into he determined eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. "Aren't you going to try and get away?"
Gon looked as if he were about to answer, before Hisoka's aura flashed sharper, sending a thrill of terror through his spine, paralysing him. Hisoka tugged carefully at Gon's shirt, pulling it up to reveal just enough skin. Holding Gon's wrists together, he leaned down, licking a path across his stomach. His eyes closed and his erection rubbed against the fabric of his trousers, precome now dripping lightly from the tip.
He took his time as he undid Gon's shorts, pulling them down slowly, his excitement growing harder to control as he slipped the smaller cock into his mouth, licking and sucking at it in turns. He looked up from between Gon's legs, at the confused face, which reddened as he kept his eyes upward, his tongue circling around the tip. The dark, innocent eyes widened as he muttered, "...S-Stop...."
Hisoka tugged his shorts all the way off, dropping them unceremoniously next to Gon. He licked his finger, coating it with saliva before pressing it to the tightness, ignoring Gon's stuttered cry of "...Wait!" as he shifted it inside. His body shuddered at how warm it felt...how warm it was going to feel when it encased him.
The body beneath him squirmed, a look of discomfort on Gon's face. Hisoka took the slowly-hardening cock into his mouth once more, sucking more firmly. Protests turned into silence; Hisoka pushed in two more fingers. It wasn't concern over hurting Gon that had him preparing the small body, but the thought of how far he could hold out before losing it completely. Gon's body squeezed around his fingers, trying to force out the intrusion. His body shuddered involuntarily and Hisoka's aura glowed more sharply. He slipped his fingers out of him, palming his cock through his clothing before pulling down at his pants. Flipping Gon over onto the grass, he made sure to pull the small hips towards him, rubbing his length against the crevice.
"I've been waiting for this...a long time, Gon-kun," he breathed against Gon's neck, positioning himself at the small hole.
"Get. Off of. Me." Gon's voice was thin but determined. His hand were balled into fists on top of the grass, tight enough to bleed.
"No." Hisoka forced his cock inside, moaning through Gon's cries; shoving harder until he felt all of Gon's body around him. He didn't miss the silent tears down Gon's cheeks, turning the dark head towards him as he licked at the thin trail, a small burst of precome spilling inside of Gon's body at the taste of salt.
He didn't bother to attempt to keep Gon upright, knowing the boy would be strong to do so himself as he began to fuck him mercilessly. Gon's attempts to keep quiet as his body was thrust into made Hisoka grab his hips harder, giggling at the bruises that appeared. The sounds of Gon's body opening to Hisoka became wetter, and he moved faster, slamming in hard every few seconds, eyes raking over Gon's body as he hissed, the muscles in his back tightening. His hand curved around the tanned body, eyes widening slightly at the insistent erection he found.
He stroked the hard skin; Gon nearly fell over. Removing his hand, he whispered, "I can't do all the work for you, Gon-kun."
"I...I don't want...any of this," breathed Gon, his cheeks flushed red, eyes cast to the ground in avoidance. "I can't help how my body responds."
Hisoka laughed darkly. He bit down on Gon's neck.
Gon gritted his teeth, but the small, restrained moan at the back of his throat was loud enough for Hisoka to hear.
His fingernails ran upward, from Gon's stomach to his chest. He held him fast as his cock ground downward, into Gon; the soft heat became hotter, the friction making Hisoka lose it. Thoughts and sensations overtook his vision, and he continued to push forward, hands running over Gon's body, marking him roughly, bruises darkening. Gon pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts vaguely; this fact barely registered with Hisoka, who felt his whole body practically burn with the need to fill the small boy completely.
Red hair pressed against black as Hisoka came, a strangled, pained sound issuing from his lips. His release squirted wet inside the tightness of Gon's body, his cock stuffed deep within. Thin streams of white slid down Gon's thighs.
"...Hisoka..." whispered Gon breathlessly, tears hot on his face as he shook, wetness shooting onto his stomach.
---
His phone vibrated lightly in his hand. "Hello?"
"Hisoka..."
He smirked. "Calling again so soon, Gon-kun?"
"It's been two weeks." Hisoka could envision the glower that was no doubt on Gon's face as he spoke. "You're the one who made me like this," he added more quietly. "You're the one who -"
"Raped you?" finished Hisoka.
Gon didn't respond.
"You tasted so sweet," said Hisoka. "My little plucked fruit." His cock thickened and he inhaled sharply, remembering how broken Gon had looked - how he had left him, wetness running along his thighs after he pulled out. He hadn't handed Gon his clothing; hadn't done anything but walked away, sated.
"...You're thinking about it right now." It wasn't a question.
"It's one of my favourite memories." He chuckled. "Would you rather I think about how you looked on my lap last time? When you -"
"Bastard."
Swearing was something new Gon had quickly picked up around him, not due to Hisoka's own speech so much as his desire to further humiliate the young Hunter.
To say Hisoka had been surprised at Gon's first phone call would have been an understatement. The call itself hadn't been the surprise as much as the shouted request to see him again. Hisoka had arrived at the agreed-upon street, expecting a fight. The look in Gon's eyes had convinced him he was in for an easy yet interesting battle; the insistent hand tugging him down to eye-level was welcomed; the hissed "I should kill you" made him pause.
It was simple enough to slip his hand to Gon's shorts and feel the waiting hardness; easy to pull him to the alley, tug on the green shorts and slowly press himself inside.
Since then, Gon had come to him three times. Hisoka never sought him out - not after seeing the desperate anger in the young boy's eyes. Fucking him was so much better with the added humiliation of Gon's silent request to have his body used.
"Well?" asked Hisoka.
"Tonight," said Gon. Killua's voice echoed in the background, shouting happily about something - a video game, from the sounds of it.
Hisoka ran his tongue across his bottom lip, which still stung faintly from where Gon had bitten it. "I want a new taste between your thighs."
"...What?" Gon forgot his anger in his confusion.
"Killua." That was all Hisoka said before hanging up.
---
"Who was that?" asked Killua as Gon sat next to him.
"Huh?" Gon picked at a scab on his knee. "That was...Kurapica."
Killua laughed. "You called Kurapica a bastard?"
"What?" Gon frowned. "Were you listening to my conversation?!"
"Not because I wanted to," explained Killua. "You're a loud talker."
Gon's cheeks grew flushed. How much had Killua heard? He'd tried to call Hisoka only when he was alone. Why he felt the need to see him...he wasn't sure. Sex hadn't been something he'd thought about - at least, not as much as Killua seemed to - but he couldn't help the way his thoughts went whenever Hisoka came to mind. It would have been fine, if it happened at night; but it often happened during the day. He'd seen Hisoka by chance; his hard on was almost immediate, and he'd had to excuse himself awkwardly to the bathroom, tugging down his pants as his hand wrapped around his cock, one hand pressed to the wall as he worked himself until he came, Hisoka's name repeating in his mind.
He watched as Killua played the newest video game he'd purchased, his eyes darting to Killua every once in a while. What had Hisoka meant? A new taste? What did Killua have to do with anything?
"...Oh no," said Gon aloud as his brain began to put the pieces together. It wasn't easy, but he was slowly getting accustomed to how Hisoka thought.
"Gon? Does your stomach hurt?" asked Killua, pausing the game to look at him.
I can't do this to Killua...
"Hey! Gon!"
"What?"
Killua's face was closer than usual, a concerned look on his face. He pressed his hand to Gon's forehead. "Hm. You don't seem like you have a fever."
"Killua..." Gon lowered his eyes.
"You're getting hotter."
"I..." I'm sorry about this, he thought as he pressed his lips softly to Killua's.
Killua stilled, his eyes going wide. He didn't move away, letting himself be pushed to the ground, Gon straddling him. His hands twitched as Gon's hand slid up beneath his shirt, touching him confidently, his hips rubbing down in a way that sparked heat throughout Killua's body.
"...Gon?"
He looked up at Killua, whose eyes were dark - darker than he could ever remember seeing them. Guilt tugged at his conscience as he kissed Killua again, slipping his hand between their bodies, stroking the firm flesh, surprised at the loud moans that followed. His own cock stirred at the sound. He realised then that he'd never touched Hisoka. It was always the other way around.
Pushing the thought from his mind, he kissed and touched Killua, marking the soft throat. His hands easily removed both their clothing and he straddled Killua again, coating his cock with a few quick sucks of his mouth beforehand. Killua slid in more easily than Hisoka, and Gon let out a breath.
He wasn't entirely surprised when Killua flipped their positions, shoving himself in deeper, asking Gon if he was okay just once before beginning to fuck him, his eyes fixed fast on Gon's. His hand moved to Gon's length, fingers pulling quickly, drawing near-silent moans from the dark-haired boy.
Killua pushed inside him harder - Gon couldn't tell for how long, his eyes too occupied with the subtle nuances in Killua's stare, at the sweat on his chest, at the way his eyes skimmed Gon's body. Understanding, then anger lit his gaze as he fingered the small, diamond-shaped cut at Gon's waist. His thrusting became more erratic, their bodies meeting together, harsh and raw.
Gon's eyes closed at the warmth filling him.
Killua pulled out and sat up, facing away.
Gon watched his back until Killua left. He sighed, closing his eyes.
---
Gon waited in front of Hisoka's door, looking down at his hands. He knew he'd hurt Killua; he knew he'd hurt him even more by stepping inside and allowing Hisoka to do what he normally did.
His heart beat faster as he hesitated.
The door opened. Hisoka appeared, eyes narrowed, his arms folded across his chest.
Gon gaped at him; hair hair was loose-flowing, a towel draped around his waist. "I'm not coming over tonight," he blurted out.
"You came over here to tell me that?" asked Hisoka, smirking. "Thanks for the message." He slammed the door shut.
Gon frowned. He knocked on the door. When no one answered, he pounded harder on it.
"Is that room service?" asked Hisoka from inside. "I didn't order anything. Try next door."
"It's me," growled Gon, annoyed.
"Me who?"
"Gon."
"I'm not buying girl scout cookies today," said Hisoka.
There was silence, and then the sound of the lock breaking as Gon kicked at it. He jiggled the handle and entered, slamming the door behind him, ignoring the crack in the middle that appeared. Hisoka turned around. "Breaking and entering? You have such interesting hobbies, Gon-kun."
His eyes blazed as he leaped at Hisoka, falling back to the ground. He wiped at his face where Hisoka had slapped him away, tasting blood. He stood, jumping at Hisoka once more. On the fifth attempt, Hisoka held him mid-air by the throat.
"Bas...tard," sputtered Gon.
Hisoka trembled. Gon's pulse was thudding against his fingers. He brought him closer, licking his cheek; tasting the blood that trickled from the side of his mouth. "If you're not careful, you may end up hurt..." he said gently, a tone of coldness underlying his words.
Gon kicked outward, to the left of where he'd meant to. His attempt was still effective, making Hisoka double over in pain. Gon acted immediately, pushing Hisoka onto the bed, fingers undoing the knotted towel before he straddled Hisoka. "Don't. Move," he said, glaring. Sliding his body down, he stopped just as his mouth bumped lightly against Hisoka's cock. He didn't waste time, unsure as to how Hisoka would react. Opening his mouth clumsily, he ran his tongue along the shaft, surprised at how quickly Hisoka hardened from it.
The twitch in Hisoka's thigh muscle made Gon look up. Hisoka stared down at him, licking his lips. "Don't let me stop you."
Gon lowered his head, his mouth covering Hisoka's length, tongue working around the veins. He could hear Hisoka's heartbeat speed up more than usual. The thin fingers in his hair felt strange as they pushed him down further, forcing his throat to widen.
Hisoka watched him carefully, biting into his lower lip to keep from making noise. Blood ran down his throat, mixing with the blood he'd tasted on Gon. Eyelids fluttering, he yanked Gon's head away from his cock, drawing him close. Gon's mouth opened against his, tongue swiping out to lick at the wound on Hisoka's lips. When the bleeding stopped, he bit down harder, re-opening the slit.
Hisoka moaned.
Blood pumping in his ears, Gon let himself be undressed, not caring at the vague sounds of ripped clothing. Hisoka's moan reverberated in his mind as he was turned over, his legs spread apart as the redheaded Hunter sat between them, breathing along his lower back. He tasted the spot just above the curve of skin, continuing to lick down the line, until his mouth settled above Gon's hole, tongue licking at the thin film of white.
Gon shifted against the bedspread. Hisoka had never done this before. It felt strange, but...he didn't want it to stop.
The warmth of Hisoka's tongue made him whimper. Hisoka slipped one hand down to his own cock, rubbing it slowly as he forced his tongue inside. Gon pushed upward.
"Don't..."
Hisoka paused, kissing one cheek. "Hmm?"
"Don't stop, asshole."
"Ironic choice of words," muttered Hisoka, his breath hot against Gon's skin as he licked away the traces of Killua's release. He raised himself above Gon, shoving his cock fast inside without warning.
"...hurts," whispered Gon.
Hisoka licked his neck. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
Gon didn't answer, afraid of what he might say. Instead, he gripped the bedsheets, forehead digging against the pillow as Hisoka continued to fuck him, harder than Killua had done. He fought to keep himself upright as his other hand reached lower, stroking. Hisoka's arm wrapped around his waist, helping him as he moaned, eyes closed. The sounds between their bodies echoed loudly in Gon's ear drums; he moaned more loudly, something which caused Hisoka to slam in deep, warmth spilling out, coating Gon as it brimmed over, across his cheeks and down his legs.
Rather than pull out, Hisoka forced himself to stay deep. Gon squirmed, pushing back against Hisoka until he came, wetness dripping onto the sheets.
They fell together onto the bed. Gon turned his head, surprised at the soft feel of Hisoka's nose against his neck.
"Hisoka?"
The weight of the bigger body leaving him felt strange as Hisoka pulled out, sliding off of the bed and reaching for his towel. He headed wordlessly to the bathroom, leaving the door partway open. Water sounded softly behind it and Gon glimpsed Hisoka heading towards the bath. He waited, then sat up, watching the door. Several seconds later, he found himself at the door, fist raised to knock. Figuring it wouldn't matter, he pushed the door open, looking at Hisoka, who submerged himself into the warm water, wiping the hair back from his face as he re-emerged.
He glanced at Gon before leaning against the back of the tub and closing his eyes. Gon moved before he realised what he was doing, stepping into the tub and sitting in Hisoka's lap, the water level rising and spilling over the rim. The urge to reach up and grab a towel to mop up was silenced by Hisoka's hand at his shoulder, keeping him inside the water.
"Hisoka?" asked Gon again.
A hand closed lightly over his mouth. "You're cuter when you're not talking."
Gon bit down on one of the fingers.
"You obviously need more training."
Turning around, Gon blinked and asked, "I thought you said you don't train?"
Hisoka ran one finger under Gon's chin. "I lied." He smirked, reaching for a smaller towel and wetting it, then placed it over his eyes. After a while, Gon turned around, reclining against Hisoka, head landing softly on his chest. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him.
How much time passed before he felt Hisoka's fingers in his hair, he wasn't sure. Closing his eyes at the touch, he let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. Hisoka's fingers rubbed over the spot Killua had seen earlier: the small diamond of cut skin that Hisoka had carved into him the previous time.
"You're getting a club next," he said coldly.
Gon smiled faintly. "It's a promise."
Author: worblehat
Fandom: Hunter X Hunter
Pairing: Gon/Hisoka, Gon/Killua
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gon gets more than he bargained for when he requests training.
Notes: Unbeta'd. Er. Non-con, chan...all that good stuff. >.>
Word Count: 3,513
Thin trails of water slid down Hisoka's back as he exited the shower, his hair still damp. He walked towards the closet, turning his head when the phone on the nightstand vibrated. A message? he thought quietly. It was eleven o'clock at night; there weren't many people who would contact him at such a time.
Reaching for the phone, he could see Gon's name in the "missed calls" display. A smile played at his mouth as he fingered the keys, smirking further when Gon's name flashed again - this time as an incoming call.
"Hello?" he asked casually, the familiar heat already pooling in his stomach.
"Hisoka," came Gon's upbeat reply. Hisoka licked his lips, waiting patiently as he heard Gon shushing someone in the background - probably Killua, from the sounds of audible kicking. Mm, Killua...
"Train me," said Gon a few seconds later. Someone swore; another kick was heard.
"Train you?" he echoed, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Train you in what?"
"In Nen," Gon answered boldly. His voice wavered a little before he continued. "I know you can -"
"I'm busy," Hisoka interrupted.
"But - "
Hisoka hung up.
He was only half-dressed when the phone rang again, just as he knew it would.
"Hello?" he said, feigning disinterest.
"We're right down the street from your hotel!" shouted Gon. "You could at least meet me for an hour, or even half -"
Hisoka pressed END.
He hadn't bothered with a shirt, lying on the bed, watching his phone as it flashed on again.
"Will you be alone?"
Gon paused. "What?"
Hisoka repeated his question.
"...Um. Hold on." The sound of Gon's voice repeating his words, followed by hisses and muttered "I don't trust him"s made Hisoka close his eyes, inhaling peacefully. When Gon answered "What time?" he exhaled.
"Seven PM. That'll give you enough time to eat up." Eat up...doesn't sound like a bad idea, thought Hisoka to himself, chuckling darkly.
"Okay."
"Be sure to eat," he emphasised. "You'll need the energy."
---
Gon arrived on time, munching on the remains of a chocolate ice cream sandwich. Hisoka approached him, smiling coldly and grabbing his arm. Gon asked what was going on - and loudly - but Hisoka's flex of Nen was enough to quiet him.
"...What are we doing here?" Gon asked quietly.
Hisoka grabbed the smaller arm, yanking him down to the ground, pinning his wrists above his head, quieting the moving hips with his own. "Did you really think I'd ask you here to train?"
Gon remained silent, his body going still. His eyes stared widely into the sharp ones above. Thin fingers slipped along his cheek - touching him, lingering; lips rubbing gently against his neck, tongue tasting the salty, worried skin.
"You're nervous," breathed Hisoka, hardening immediately. He never would have thought it'd be so easy to get Gon away from the others, and yet...here he was. About to be taken under a dark sky, with no one around to save him. Hisoka didn't waste time wondering if he was clever or if Gon was stupid; instead, he stared into he determined eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. "Aren't you going to try and get away?"
Gon looked as if he were about to answer, before Hisoka's aura flashed sharper, sending a thrill of terror through his spine, paralysing him. Hisoka tugged carefully at Gon's shirt, pulling it up to reveal just enough skin. Holding Gon's wrists together, he leaned down, licking a path across his stomach. His eyes closed and his erection rubbed against the fabric of his trousers, precome now dripping lightly from the tip.
He took his time as he undid Gon's shorts, pulling them down slowly, his excitement growing harder to control as he slipped the smaller cock into his mouth, licking and sucking at it in turns. He looked up from between Gon's legs, at the confused face, which reddened as he kept his eyes upward, his tongue circling around the tip. The dark, innocent eyes widened as he muttered, "...S-Stop...."
Hisoka tugged his shorts all the way off, dropping them unceremoniously next to Gon. He licked his finger, coating it with saliva before pressing it to the tightness, ignoring Gon's stuttered cry of "...Wait!" as he shifted it inside. His body shuddered at how warm it felt...how warm it was going to feel when it encased him.
The body beneath him squirmed, a look of discomfort on Gon's face. Hisoka took the slowly-hardening cock into his mouth once more, sucking more firmly. Protests turned into silence; Hisoka pushed in two more fingers. It wasn't concern over hurting Gon that had him preparing the small body, but the thought of how far he could hold out before losing it completely. Gon's body squeezed around his fingers, trying to force out the intrusion. His body shuddered involuntarily and Hisoka's aura glowed more sharply. He slipped his fingers out of him, palming his cock through his clothing before pulling down at his pants. Flipping Gon over onto the grass, he made sure to pull the small hips towards him, rubbing his length against the crevice.
"I've been waiting for this...a long time, Gon-kun," he breathed against Gon's neck, positioning himself at the small hole.
"Get. Off of. Me." Gon's voice was thin but determined. His hand were balled into fists on top of the grass, tight enough to bleed.
"No." Hisoka forced his cock inside, moaning through Gon's cries; shoving harder until he felt all of Gon's body around him. He didn't miss the silent tears down Gon's cheeks, turning the dark head towards him as he licked at the thin trail, a small burst of precome spilling inside of Gon's body at the taste of salt.
He didn't bother to attempt to keep Gon upright, knowing the boy would be strong to do so himself as he began to fuck him mercilessly. Gon's attempts to keep quiet as his body was thrust into made Hisoka grab his hips harder, giggling at the bruises that appeared. The sounds of Gon's body opening to Hisoka became wetter, and he moved faster, slamming in hard every few seconds, eyes raking over Gon's body as he hissed, the muscles in his back tightening. His hand curved around the tanned body, eyes widening slightly at the insistent erection he found.
He stroked the hard skin; Gon nearly fell over. Removing his hand, he whispered, "I can't do all the work for you, Gon-kun."
"I...I don't want...any of this," breathed Gon, his cheeks flushed red, eyes cast to the ground in avoidance. "I can't help how my body responds."
Hisoka laughed darkly. He bit down on Gon's neck.
Gon gritted his teeth, but the small, restrained moan at the back of his throat was loud enough for Hisoka to hear.
His fingernails ran upward, from Gon's stomach to his chest. He held him fast as his cock ground downward, into Gon; the soft heat became hotter, the friction making Hisoka lose it. Thoughts and sensations overtook his vision, and he continued to push forward, hands running over Gon's body, marking him roughly, bruises darkening. Gon pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts vaguely; this fact barely registered with Hisoka, who felt his whole body practically burn with the need to fill the small boy completely.
Red hair pressed against black as Hisoka came, a strangled, pained sound issuing from his lips. His release squirted wet inside the tightness of Gon's body, his cock stuffed deep within. Thin streams of white slid down Gon's thighs.
"...Hisoka..." whispered Gon breathlessly, tears hot on his face as he shook, wetness shooting onto his stomach.
---
His phone vibrated lightly in his hand. "Hello?"
"Hisoka..."
He smirked. "Calling again so soon, Gon-kun?"
"It's been two weeks." Hisoka could envision the glower that was no doubt on Gon's face as he spoke. "You're the one who made me like this," he added more quietly. "You're the one who -"
"Raped you?" finished Hisoka.
Gon didn't respond.
"You tasted so sweet," said Hisoka. "My little plucked fruit." His cock thickened and he inhaled sharply, remembering how broken Gon had looked - how he had left him, wetness running along his thighs after he pulled out. He hadn't handed Gon his clothing; hadn't done anything but walked away, sated.
"...You're thinking about it right now." It wasn't a question.
"It's one of my favourite memories." He chuckled. "Would you rather I think about how you looked on my lap last time? When you -"
"Bastard."
Swearing was something new Gon had quickly picked up around him, not due to Hisoka's own speech so much as his desire to further humiliate the young Hunter.
To say Hisoka had been surprised at Gon's first phone call would have been an understatement. The call itself hadn't been the surprise as much as the shouted request to see him again. Hisoka had arrived at the agreed-upon street, expecting a fight. The look in Gon's eyes had convinced him he was in for an easy yet interesting battle; the insistent hand tugging him down to eye-level was welcomed; the hissed "I should kill you" made him pause.
It was simple enough to slip his hand to Gon's shorts and feel the waiting hardness; easy to pull him to the alley, tug on the green shorts and slowly press himself inside.
Since then, Gon had come to him three times. Hisoka never sought him out - not after seeing the desperate anger in the young boy's eyes. Fucking him was so much better with the added humiliation of Gon's silent request to have his body used.
"Well?" asked Hisoka.
"Tonight," said Gon. Killua's voice echoed in the background, shouting happily about something - a video game, from the sounds of it.
Hisoka ran his tongue across his bottom lip, which still stung faintly from where Gon had bitten it. "I want a new taste between your thighs."
"...What?" Gon forgot his anger in his confusion.
"Killua." That was all Hisoka said before hanging up.
---
"Who was that?" asked Killua as Gon sat next to him.
"Huh?" Gon picked at a scab on his knee. "That was...Kurapica."
Killua laughed. "You called Kurapica a bastard?"
"What?" Gon frowned. "Were you listening to my conversation?!"
"Not because I wanted to," explained Killua. "You're a loud talker."
Gon's cheeks grew flushed. How much had Killua heard? He'd tried to call Hisoka only when he was alone. Why he felt the need to see him...he wasn't sure. Sex hadn't been something he'd thought about - at least, not as much as Killua seemed to - but he couldn't help the way his thoughts went whenever Hisoka came to mind. It would have been fine, if it happened at night; but it often happened during the day. He'd seen Hisoka by chance; his hard on was almost immediate, and he'd had to excuse himself awkwardly to the bathroom, tugging down his pants as his hand wrapped around his cock, one hand pressed to the wall as he worked himself until he came, Hisoka's name repeating in his mind.
He watched as Killua played the newest video game he'd purchased, his eyes darting to Killua every once in a while. What had Hisoka meant? A new taste? What did Killua have to do with anything?
"...Oh no," said Gon aloud as his brain began to put the pieces together. It wasn't easy, but he was slowly getting accustomed to how Hisoka thought.
"Gon? Does your stomach hurt?" asked Killua, pausing the game to look at him.
I can't do this to Killua...
"Hey! Gon!"
"What?"
Killua's face was closer than usual, a concerned look on his face. He pressed his hand to Gon's forehead. "Hm. You don't seem like you have a fever."
"Killua..." Gon lowered his eyes.
"You're getting hotter."
"I..." I'm sorry about this, he thought as he pressed his lips softly to Killua's.
Killua stilled, his eyes going wide. He didn't move away, letting himself be pushed to the ground, Gon straddling him. His hands twitched as Gon's hand slid up beneath his shirt, touching him confidently, his hips rubbing down in a way that sparked heat throughout Killua's body.
"...Gon?"
He looked up at Killua, whose eyes were dark - darker than he could ever remember seeing them. Guilt tugged at his conscience as he kissed Killua again, slipping his hand between their bodies, stroking the firm flesh, surprised at the loud moans that followed. His own cock stirred at the sound. He realised then that he'd never touched Hisoka. It was always the other way around.
Pushing the thought from his mind, he kissed and touched Killua, marking the soft throat. His hands easily removed both their clothing and he straddled Killua again, coating his cock with a few quick sucks of his mouth beforehand. Killua slid in more easily than Hisoka, and Gon let out a breath.
He wasn't entirely surprised when Killua flipped their positions, shoving himself in deeper, asking Gon if he was okay just once before beginning to fuck him, his eyes fixed fast on Gon's. His hand moved to Gon's length, fingers pulling quickly, drawing near-silent moans from the dark-haired boy.
Killua pushed inside him harder - Gon couldn't tell for how long, his eyes too occupied with the subtle nuances in Killua's stare, at the sweat on his chest, at the way his eyes skimmed Gon's body. Understanding, then anger lit his gaze as he fingered the small, diamond-shaped cut at Gon's waist. His thrusting became more erratic, their bodies meeting together, harsh and raw.
Gon's eyes closed at the warmth filling him.
Killua pulled out and sat up, facing away.
Gon watched his back until Killua left. He sighed, closing his eyes.
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Gon waited in front of Hisoka's door, looking down at his hands. He knew he'd hurt Killua; he knew he'd hurt him even more by stepping inside and allowing Hisoka to do what he normally did.
His heart beat faster as he hesitated.
The door opened. Hisoka appeared, eyes narrowed, his arms folded across his chest.
Gon gaped at him; hair hair was loose-flowing, a towel draped around his waist. "I'm not coming over tonight," he blurted out.
"You came over here to tell me that?" asked Hisoka, smirking. "Thanks for the message." He slammed the door shut.
Gon frowned. He knocked on the door. When no one answered, he pounded harder on it.
"Is that room service?" asked Hisoka from inside. "I didn't order anything. Try next door."
"It's me," growled Gon, annoyed.
"Me who?"
"Gon."
"I'm not buying girl scout cookies today," said Hisoka.
There was silence, and then the sound of the lock breaking as Gon kicked at it. He jiggled the handle and entered, slamming the door behind him, ignoring the crack in the middle that appeared. Hisoka turned around. "Breaking and entering? You have such interesting hobbies, Gon-kun."
His eyes blazed as he leaped at Hisoka, falling back to the ground. He wiped at his face where Hisoka had slapped him away, tasting blood. He stood, jumping at Hisoka once more. On the fifth attempt, Hisoka held him mid-air by the throat.
"Bas...tard," sputtered Gon.
Hisoka trembled. Gon's pulse was thudding against his fingers. He brought him closer, licking his cheek; tasting the blood that trickled from the side of his mouth. "If you're not careful, you may end up hurt..." he said gently, a tone of coldness underlying his words.
Gon kicked outward, to the left of where he'd meant to. His attempt was still effective, making Hisoka double over in pain. Gon acted immediately, pushing Hisoka onto the bed, fingers undoing the knotted towel before he straddled Hisoka. "Don't. Move," he said, glaring. Sliding his body down, he stopped just as his mouth bumped lightly against Hisoka's cock. He didn't waste time, unsure as to how Hisoka would react. Opening his mouth clumsily, he ran his tongue along the shaft, surprised at how quickly Hisoka hardened from it.
The twitch in Hisoka's thigh muscle made Gon look up. Hisoka stared down at him, licking his lips. "Don't let me stop you."
Gon lowered his head, his mouth covering Hisoka's length, tongue working around the veins. He could hear Hisoka's heartbeat speed up more than usual. The thin fingers in his hair felt strange as they pushed him down further, forcing his throat to widen.
Hisoka watched him carefully, biting into his lower lip to keep from making noise. Blood ran down his throat, mixing with the blood he'd tasted on Gon. Eyelids fluttering, he yanked Gon's head away from his cock, drawing him close. Gon's mouth opened against his, tongue swiping out to lick at the wound on Hisoka's lips. When the bleeding stopped, he bit down harder, re-opening the slit.
Hisoka moaned.
Blood pumping in his ears, Gon let himself be undressed, not caring at the vague sounds of ripped clothing. Hisoka's moan reverberated in his mind as he was turned over, his legs spread apart as the redheaded Hunter sat between them, breathing along his lower back. He tasted the spot just above the curve of skin, continuing to lick down the line, until his mouth settled above Gon's hole, tongue licking at the thin film of white.
Gon shifted against the bedspread. Hisoka had never done this before. It felt strange, but...he didn't want it to stop.
The warmth of Hisoka's tongue made him whimper. Hisoka slipped one hand down to his own cock, rubbing it slowly as he forced his tongue inside. Gon pushed upward.
"Don't..."
Hisoka paused, kissing one cheek. "Hmm?"
"Don't stop, asshole."
"Ironic choice of words," muttered Hisoka, his breath hot against Gon's skin as he licked away the traces of Killua's release. He raised himself above Gon, shoving his cock fast inside without warning.
"...hurts," whispered Gon.
Hisoka licked his neck. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
Gon didn't answer, afraid of what he might say. Instead, he gripped the bedsheets, forehead digging against the pillow as Hisoka continued to fuck him, harder than Killua had done. He fought to keep himself upright as his other hand reached lower, stroking. Hisoka's arm wrapped around his waist, helping him as he moaned, eyes closed. The sounds between their bodies echoed loudly in Gon's ear drums; he moaned more loudly, something which caused Hisoka to slam in deep, warmth spilling out, coating Gon as it brimmed over, across his cheeks and down his legs.
Rather than pull out, Hisoka forced himself to stay deep. Gon squirmed, pushing back against Hisoka until he came, wetness dripping onto the sheets.
They fell together onto the bed. Gon turned his head, surprised at the soft feel of Hisoka's nose against his neck.
"Hisoka?"
The weight of the bigger body leaving him felt strange as Hisoka pulled out, sliding off of the bed and reaching for his towel. He headed wordlessly to the bathroom, leaving the door partway open. Water sounded softly behind it and Gon glimpsed Hisoka heading towards the bath. He waited, then sat up, watching the door. Several seconds later, he found himself at the door, fist raised to knock. Figuring it wouldn't matter, he pushed the door open, looking at Hisoka, who submerged himself into the warm water, wiping the hair back from his face as he re-emerged.
He glanced at Gon before leaning against the back of the tub and closing his eyes. Gon moved before he realised what he was doing, stepping into the tub and sitting in Hisoka's lap, the water level rising and spilling over the rim. The urge to reach up and grab a towel to mop up was silenced by Hisoka's hand at his shoulder, keeping him inside the water.
"Hisoka?" asked Gon again.
A hand closed lightly over his mouth. "You're cuter when you're not talking."
Gon bit down on one of the fingers.
"You obviously need more training."
Turning around, Gon blinked and asked, "I thought you said you don't train?"
Hisoka ran one finger under Gon's chin. "I lied." He smirked, reaching for a smaller towel and wetting it, then placed it over his eyes. After a while, Gon turned around, reclining against Hisoka, head landing softly on his chest. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him.
How much time passed before he felt Hisoka's fingers in his hair, he wasn't sure. Closing his eyes at the touch, he let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. Hisoka's fingers rubbed over the spot Killua had seen earlier: the small diamond of cut skin that Hisoka had carved into him the previous time.
"You're getting a club next," he said coldly.
Gon smiled faintly. "It's a promise."