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No one could ever deny that Gon was hardworking, and his stubbornness had more than once landed him in tight spots, which usually led to physical commotion. Once Gon was determined there was nothing you could do about it, even broken bones won't (and can't) stop him. So now Gon usually ends up retiring to his temporary place of residence with sore muscles and aching... well, everything. But it's not like he could ever do anything about it, he didn't want to pay someone to massage him (he didn't have the money), and no matter how many step-by-step tutorials he found online on how to massage yourself- he just couldn't do it. If he were to critique himself, he'd say that his grip was too strong, his hands were rough, and his movements were quick and jerky. So another day went by and Gon headed for his hotel room. He grabbed his keys out of his pocket and inserted them into the door's keyhole, gave a quick turn, then quickly entered with a swift shut of the door behind him. Gon sighed then dropped the keys onto a nearby counter. He decided to not even bother eating, his muscles burning and his joints creaking, every move withdrew a shuddery breath. Gon's eyes were half lidded as he slowly made his approach to his bedroom, and if one looked hard enough they would notice his small limp. His fingers twitched as he reached up and gripped the handle on his bedroom doorknob, the coolness of the silver metal creating an unwanted prickling sense to the nerves in his fingers. Gon bit his lip and gave a quick turn- nearly falling into the bedroom. Got looked up and his pupils dilated, his mouth forming an "O" from his shocked gasp. The sudden speed up of Gon's heat wasn't from the sudden trip-no- it was from seeing the one and only psychotic, red-haired magician.
It was Hisoka. Gon felt his throat clench as a wad of saliva moved down his pharynx from the sudden subconscious swallow. Hisoka was in Gon's bed, laying on his side with his cheek propped up with his hand. Hisoka's eyes thinned and his smirk stretched out across his face. "Hmm, so you finally decided to show up? Sure took you long enough..." Hisoka's words always seemed to linger on, whether he did it on purpose or not was out of Gon's range of knowledge. Gon cleared his dry throat then made an attempt to stand up straight (keyword "attempt") but a gasp left his mouth before he could do anything about it. Hisoka quirked a sassy, perfectly plucked eyebrow and began to take in more details of his beloved fruit. He was definitely a little banged up, bruises were scattered along his fair skin (who knew how many he couldn't see), and scrapes accommodated with small traces of blood littered his skin as well. Hisoka licked his lips out of sheer habit from being the crimson liquid. Gon immediately tensed up but soon regretted it when he groaned from the stretching of his muscles. Hisoka's ears twitched at the unfamiliar lovely sound, he stood up and slowly approached Gon, the small room and long strides making it quicker than Gon would have liked. He now stood a little less than a foot away, leaving Gon room to squirm. Gon began to slightly panic, he wasn't in any condition to fight (especially someone was strong as Hisoka) but he wasn't going to let the freak think he had the upper hand. Don's eyebrows furrowed down and his nose scrunched up in defiance. (Which Hisoka thought was utterly and completely adorable) "What are you doing here?!" Gon asked, his fists clenching even under the excruciating pain. Hisoka jutted his hip out as he rested his fist against it. He tapped a long, nimble finger against his chin thoughtfully then tilted his head down at Gon, a playful smile adorning his pale features. "So I'm not allowed to come and visit my bestie?" Gon gritted his teeth and frowned. Lately him and Hisoka have been on what Gon could only describe as "even terms", but still Gon couldn't help but want nothing to do with the freakshow standing in his all-mighty glory in front of him. Gon all but sneered, "We are not besties... Now tell me why you're really here. I'm not afraid to fight you." Hm, it seemed to be that the more injured Gon was the more stubborn he got. Hisoka laughed then leaned forward (the height difference a disadvantage for Gon) and flicked Gon's right shoulder particularly on a rather nasty looking bruise, its variety of black, blues, and scarlets painted Gon's shoulder. The young hunter grunted and flinched, leaning against the door behind him as he began to pant. He didn't realize how long he had been holding his breath. He glared up at Hisoka who put a coy finger to his bottom lip and hugged himself with his other arm. "Oh, no! I'm no match for Gon's brute strength, why- I'm trembling!" A series of creepy chuckles then resonated from Hisoka. Gon was ballistic, he was clutching his shoulder rather tightly. He so badly wanted to punch Hisoka in his stupid, smug face, but all of Gon's instincts were screaming at him to not engage, that he was no match, especially like this. Finally Hisoka's laughter subsided and he once more looked at Gon. "Ohh," he thought, "don't make that face." Hisoka cleared his throat and dispelled his inappropriate thoughts. "So, Gon. You seem a little worse for wear..." Oh how he would just love to wear him... Just as Hisoka noticed the younger one's fist rearing back he cut him off.
"I could help you with that." Gon paused and Hisoka grinned saditstivally on the inside. "What?" Goan quirked a brow, slowly lowering his fist. Hisoka nodded. "You know I have many talents, more than just performing and killing..." He started, looking the boy up and down. "Yes, I know the perfect solution. If you don't mind would you go and take a quick shower? You're awfully sweaty." Gon hesitated before nodding and carefully made his way to the bathroom then shut (and probably locked) the door. Hisoka smiled then called out, "take your time!" He then made his way over to the small bed as he heard the water being turned on. Hisoka promptly made the bed, fixed the pillows and set two of them down in the middle, slightly apart from each other. While waiting for Gon to finish Hisoka lifted himself up onto Gon's bed, settling himself onto the pillow closer to the headboard. Eyes closing, Hisoka tuned his hearing on the running water, each splat that every drop made was clear as a bell to him. For the most part Hisoka wasn't one to meditate, so this was the closest he got. It was somewhat relaxing, a little enjoyable- but that was most likely because Gon was so close.
The sound of a door opening caught Hisoka's attention and he opened his eyes to see a tasty sight, a partially wet Gon with only a towel around his waist- and just to add the cherry on top he was blushing. Gon looked away shyly. "I forgot to bring clothes with me-"
"That's fine, you can get dressed here- but don't put a shirt on." Gon's eyebrows raised and his blush began to spread. "If this boy keeps this up..." Hisoka thought. "Ah, it's okay. I won't look, promise." Hisoka put one slender hand over his eyes, the other hand simply laying in his lap. Gon stood still for a moment before warily walking over to his closet and quickly put boxers and shorts on. Of course Hisoka wanted to peek, but he decided that the point for honesty would do him good in the long run... But he really did want a peek... However, before Hisoka's insatiable lust overcame him Gon interrupted with a short and quick, "Done!" Hisoka removed his hand and his eyes glossed over before returning to normal. The red-headed magician smiled then patted the pillow in front of him. "Sit here with your back to me." He instructed. Gon hesitated before biting his lip and making his way over to Hisok. He crawled onto the bed and they made eye contact, but Gon quickly turned away from Hisoska and plopped down onto the pillow. "God, I'm going to ravish this boy if he doesn't stop." Hisoka thought as he stared at Gon's bare back. After a few seconds Gon felt his nerves tingling under Hisoka's intense stare, he shifted in place contemplating on whether or not it was to late to run- or if he even coulee in this state. Gon gave a sharp gasp as two hands were suddenly placed atop on his shoulders. Gon was even tenser than the magician thought. Hisoka began to slowly and carefully begin applying pressure in certain spots and making small motions against Gon's back. Gon melted into Hisoka's hands almost immediately, all cautions seemed to be thrown out the window once Hisoka started his magic. After a minute or two Gon tilted his head back and let out an appreciative moan. Hisoka's pupils went sharp as he paid double attention to Gon. His hands lowered to the lowest point of Gon's back and thumbed at the dimples just above his plump rear. Gon's eyes began to drift shut and only then had Hisoka considered how absolutely tired Gon must have been- especially if he was starting to fall asleep in the arms of a killer.
Gon for some reason had never put two and two together, how of course Hisoka's skilled and dexterous, nimble fingers would of course know how to navigate their way around his back. The only negative thought that was slightly ruining the moment was that Gon was curious if this meant he owed Hisoka or not... "Alright, howsoever... You're about to pass out." Hisoka removed his hands and since that was the only thing supporting Gon he fell back, landing directly into Hisoka's lap. "Aw... Really?" He pouted them rubbed one eye tiredly. Hisoka nodded and thought how awkward it would be to get an erection now. Lifting the small boy he quickly pu him in bed correctly then pulled the sheets put o Gon's shoulders. He tossed the two pillows onto a nearby chair.
"Would you like to spend the night?" Gon asked sleepily, his eyes still holding that determined tint. Hisoka stopped mid-step and turned back to look at Gon with a shocked expression.
"I'm sorry?"
"Sleep with me."
Hisoka had to hold himself in place in an attempt to stop the shivers and shakes of lust. This boy was going to ruin him. "And why would you want that?" Hisoka forced a grin but was nearly falling apart inside. Gon pointed to the window. "It's raining, I don't want you to get sick because of me."
Hisoka was saying no...
Hisoka was going to say no...
Hisoka wasn't going to say no...
... Hisoka said yes...
Gon smiled triumphantly the scooted over, allowing Hisoka room. He took off his shoes and socks then lifted the blanket and quietly slid in. The lights were already off, leaving only the moon to provide little lighting for the room. Hisoka looked over to see Gon already asleep. Such innocence and happiness that he intended to break. Satisfied that he waste going to be having a teenage sleepover he turned opposite of Gon and faced the window, watching the dust in the air get illuminated by the moon. It was peaceful, and Hisoka thought that this would actually be nice. That is, until, he found a pair of lithe arms wrapped around him from behind and the feeling of smooth skin against the back of his neck- which he assumed was Gon's forehead. "You're lonely, aren't you?" Gon asked sleepily. "I thought you were asleep." Hisoka said, all playfulness gone from his voice as his muscles went stiff from friendly contact. He couldn't have prepared for this. "You can stay here as long as you want to." Gon muttered into the back of Hisoka's neck. The feeling of having two arms wrapped around him securely, providing a sense of security even though he could easily just turn around and crush the younger's neck. It was so possible. But he didn't. Gon pulled him closer. "Sweet dreams... Hisoka..." He muttered against the pale neck. Whys he wouldn't give to be bleeding, getting stabbed, shot, something. Just not this. The kid was to good for his own good and he chuckled when he bought back to earlier, questioning Gon's sanity since he was entrusting himself in the magician's arms. Now, it was the other way around, and he was entrusting himself in Gon's arms.
In the morning Gon woke up later than usual, he rubbed his tired eyes and noticed that he was alone in bed. With a small frown Gon threw the blanket off him and stood up, stretching his for once not sore muscles. Something was on the bedside counter that wasn't there before (because Gon never used that counter for anything).He quirked an eyebrow, reaching forward and grabbing the object- bringing it close to his face.
It was a card- a playing card.
An ace of hearts... FIN