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log; closed & completed
When; Last night, after all of the OMGKILLHISOKA-ness.
Rating; PG? It's Hisoka.
Characters; Hisoka (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suitless) and Gon (jajanken
Summary; Gon is more or less forced to babysit Hisoka so nothing else can erupt. Oh, goody.
Log;
It hadn't been the most pleasant of days. In fact, it had been entirely irritating. People could make such a fuss over a simple game, and he didn't even harm the girl at all. Emotional attachments must cause this kind of reaction. Hisoka had done similar things before, but only to protect something that he'd decided only he could finish off.
Although, he'd gotten something nice out of being irritated repeatedly – one of his favorites, as some kind of heroic, "damage control" sacrifice, decided to come and play with Hisoka for a little. Gon probably assumed Hisoka was lying and would do something terrible to him, but that wasn't really the case.
Hisoka just needed to be around somebody that wasn't going to get angry with him. Besides, Gon was his favorite, and he hadn't seen the boy in a while. He'd come, just like he was asked, and Hisoka sat waiting for him outside the apartment building.
"You're too trusting," was all Hisoka said at first, smiling that sly smile of his. "I might change my mind again and chase you around, too."
Gon saw Hisoka sitting there and wondered just why he had agreed to... 'helping out.' He knew that refusing the man probably was not an option at the time, but this had him quite worried. Hisoka could attack and, if further provoked, most certainly would, so the young teen knew he would have to play his cards right if he was going to get through this without getting hurt. He knew he could not agree with everything Hisoka wanted (that could get him into very deep trouble), but he also could not work to anger Hisoka.
This would probably be tricky. Well, at least Hisoka looked harmless, despite his threat and untrustworthy smile. Gon swallowed and replied, "If you do, you might just get tired out. You know speed is one of my strong attributes..." Why the hell did he say that? He shook his head and stepped closer to the man, keeping golden eyes alert.
Something was bugging Gon, though. He could not very well know how to act if he had no idea if Hisoka was still steamed... or if he had cooled down a bit. So, quietly, the teen asked, "Um... so, are you... still mad?"
"A little bit, but I'm not the type to get very angry," Hisoka continued to smile, leaning forward slightly, his icy blue eyes watching Gon keenly. "If you say anything wrong to me right now, though…"
They were still a far distance apart, so Hisoka couldn't attach his nen string to him without it being noticeable. He had to be able to touch him, and his arms weren't long enough, by far. All a precaution incase the boy became afraid and ran away – Hisoka wanted attention from somebody he knew wouldn't cause him trouble, and wasn't going to let it leave until he tired of it.
"Where is Killua? Normally you both never leave the other alone," Hisoka stretched his legs out and his expression turned to one of curiosity. He looked rather harmless when he wasn't smiling.
Hisoka almost always looked harmless to Gon, but all the same, he nonchalantly shoved his hands into his pockets and said, "I left him behind with Simca and didn't tell him where I was going." He pushed at some dirt with the heel of his boot as he spoke, displaying either boredom or anxiety. "Simca probably needs someone with her right now anyway, since Yzak..."
He trailed off here. Hisoka most like could care less about Simca anymore, let alone about Yzak. Gon hardly knew Ikki, and he was also no where to be found around Simca, so he had little more to say about the situation back at the apartment.
"Er, did you want him to come?" Gon asked quickly, as soon as he realized that it might be a problem. "I just sort of rushed out here... he probably wouldn't have wanted to come, though, so..."
This probably wasn't going well.
"I'm happy he isn't here, since I can never get you alone. Killua isn't something I can really have fun with," Hisoka shrugged, clearly not interested in talking about Killua. The assassin was of interest to him, but due to Illumi being a friend of his, he knew better than to touch him.
"Come here."
Hisoka's tone was commanding, but the gesture he made by opening his arms up and smiling didn't look very threatening. For someone who was slightly irritated, he could really cover up emotions. "I won't bite you, yet."
That did very little to ease Gon's nerves, of course. That meant going straight into the danger zone and practically giving himself up as a target to Hisoka's nen strings. Forget biting, Gon knew all Hisoka had to do was touch him once and it could be all over. He sighed lightly, as if to remind himself that they were not actually fighting, so maybe Hisoka would not have a use for the strings.
... but Hisoka really was not to be trusted. Gon wished he had brought his fishing rod, knew he should have, but was too concerned with not pissing Hisoka off. If he came here armed, Hisoka might have viewed it as a threat, or something.
Well, it wasn't as though Gon could just continue to stand there idly. With the way he positioned his arms, Hisoka probably wanted a hug or something crazy like that, but he was not going to get one of those. Instead, Gon decided it would be safe enough if he chose to sat next to the man. As he sat, he stared at his boots and wondered what would happen next.
"I forgot that you knew about my talents," Hisoka chuckled, moving carefully so he didn't touch Gon much as he leaned his face down to hover over the boy's left shoulder. "Although, if you know that I need to touch people to attach strings, why would you get so close?" He reached around to run his long, pale fingers across Gon's cheek, his chuckling becoming increasingly devious – the kind that gave most people the creeps.
"Stupid boy."
Hisoka wrapped one arm around Gon's waist, pulling the small, weaker boy up onto Hisoka's lap. He used his other hand to grab Gon's wrists, so he wouldn't try to punch him or attack back right away. Not until he'd moved him completely into his lap, with the boy facing away from Hisoka, and then he let go of his arms. Hisoka could wrap both arms around Gon's waist this way. Even if the boy was squirming and making a gigantic fuss.
"Remember, I'm angry right now," he breathed into Gon's ear, "and I really don't want to take it out on you."
And squirming he was. Gon knew the strings were probably already attached (at the cheek again, he mentally added with frustration), and there was very little he could do to get out of such a bad situation. He kicked and squirmed as much as he could until he decided to try and change Hisoka's mind about doing it.
"Stop it! I know you're mad, but I'll never go near you again if you do this!" he shouted, desperate. He grit his teeth together after that, wishing he hadn't been so loud. If anyone heard him, they might try and come to help, and Hisoka would not take very well to that. Grunting, Gon tried again, softer this time. "Do you really need to do this?"
"I'm not going to do anything bad to you," Hisoka managed to wrestle the boy down somewhat with a slight bit of effort, clearly enjoying himself, "but keep rubbing against me like that, and I might."
He kept a strong hold on Gon, so the boy couldn't move much at all, although watching how he reacted only caused Hisoka to laugh. Part of what made being around Gon so fun was how cute he could be – and unlike the two people Hisoka could touch without them freaking out, Gon actually had some sense of fear of what could be done to him. It made it fun.
"Have you found a new home?" Hisoka asked, bringing his face close to the boy's.
After hearing that, Gon immediately froze. Not that Hisoka's tighter grip gave him much room to do so in the first place, but the knowledge that his squirming was having that sort of effect on the man was already enough. He had to keep himself from shuddering when Hisoka came so close to his face like that. It somehow amazed him how unpleasant Hisoka could be without even trying.
"... I'm staying with Simca and Killua," replied Gon cautiously. "Since Yzak left for now, there's a little more space until he gets back..." There was always space, but there was no need to add that. "... So I'm gonna stay there until he does, I think."
"Cuilan might get lonely, you know. And, I feel sorry for Simca when I decide to come and drag you back home with me."
The loss of any sort of resistance was welcomed, as he wasn't in the mood to deal with any more struggling or conflict of any kind. Simple compliance was what he'd like, and he was getting it – forced, of course, but still getting it. Hisoka was enjoying himself just sitting there idly.
"Oh, I forgot," Hisoka nodded to himself, "I don't know if you noticed it or not when I left the "I'm home" note, but Kurapica phoned me when I was back in our own world. He thinks I did something to you," Hisoka chuckled, leaning forward to lick Gon's cheek, "and I guess I was lying when I said I hadn't. I wonder though… do Killua and you play together?" He was obviously teasing, to provoke some kind of embarrassed response.
Hisoka was trying to guilt trip him, obviously... and sadly enough, it was working. Not so much for Cuilan, since he knew that Cuilan liked Simca, too, and could visit, but Gon really did not want Hisoka to get near Simca at that point. Not only might Simca be in danger, but if any of her friends tried to do the same as today... well, it might get pretty dangerous.
Gon had yet to come up with an answer for that one when Hisoka went on about something completely different. He made a disgruntled noise when his cheek was licked, but it was really what Hisoka said after that that caught the teen off guard. Straight away, Gon knew what the man meant (c'mon, it was Hisoka) and turned red in the face.
"No, we don't!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. To try and change the subject, Gon quickly asked, "What about Kurapica? Is he okay? And Leorio?"
"I don't know, he was too busy being stubborn. Nor do I care," Hisoka removed one arm from Gon's waist to run his fingers along the warm, red flush on the boy's face, "they're useless people to me."
Hisoka continued to touch Gon's face, idly attaching and detaching nen strings without Gon even knowing, before dropping his arm back to where it rested before. "Mmm, then I really am your first for almost everything," his laugh then was far more malicious and cold than before. Although he didn't really care about much else than violence and satisfying himself through combat (although, he also received slight sexual satisfaction from battle, as well, if the opponent was one with potential or a lot of skill – that was one reason he would seek strong opponents), it never hurt to indulge in other sinful acts. Especially in this scenario.
"I'll let you go, if you're good."
With Hisoka's arm away from his waist, Gon thought it might be a good time to try and flee, but he realized that Hisoka hardly needed both of his arms to hold him back. Besides, there was the possibility that Gon was covered in nen strings. He would not get very far with that.
The next thing that changed his mind was the laugh, which sent a chill up Gon's spine. He squirmed, not meaning to, and thought for a moment on Hisoka's last words. "... Good how? I've already stopped struggling, you know!" Probably useless, but worth a shot. This was a very bad idea, to come alone, but Gon really had no choice otherwise. "I've already done what you said. Let me go, now!"
"Give me something nice, and I will."
Hisoka's anger had changed into more of a playful mood, one that he got into occasionally. Normally, it was only around Axel it showed, and sometimes Simca. For now, it was to keep from thinking about all the irritating people that he'd dealt with today. Besides, watching Gon puzzle through this was amusing. "Promise."
Gon hardly liked the sound of that. He somehow doubted Hisoka meant for Gon to go buy him ice cream. "... nice like what?"
He was probably being overly cautious, and therefore, might be annoying Hisoka, but in this case, he excused himself.
"Like this," Hisoka grabbed the side of Gon's face to pull it towards his own, holding it there. "Any time I've ever played with you, I never got a kiss out of you. Pay up." His smile was clearly not as playful as his note of voice would have one think. Quite the opposite, in fact.
First, Gon's hands balled up into fists. This was hardly fair: it was not as though Gon had a choice anyway. He could not ask for a different 'nice' thing to give, certainly -- it might have proved worse.
Trying to calm down, Gon forced his hands to relax. Yes, Hisoka was completely taking advantage of him, but there were definitely a lot worse things he could be asking for. It was just a kiss, after all, and Hisoka promised to let him go.
... wait. Since when did Hisoka mean anything he said? He made it quite clear how much of a liar he was. "... I don't believe you."
"I'm being honest this time," Hisoka's eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled anyways, "but, if you think I want something else, take off your pants." Now that would cause a good response.
Nope, a kiss would do. Gon had gotten enough 'practice' on Chu Day, so he once again forced calm on himself and took a deep breath. He turned his head the smallest bit in order to match up properly and gave Hisoka what he wanted... if only for a short while. He quickly pulled his head away and looked down, not wanting to look at the hard blue eyes before him. His face was tomato red, and he felt absolutely humiliated.
"Pathetic."
Hisoka actually grabbed Gon's face and forced him into something a lot less pleasant than anything the boy had experienced before. It was hard and rough, and Hisoka made sure the boy could not reject him deepening the kiss. Gon squirmed a little, but it was over quickly. Hisoka made sure to lick Gon's bottom lip, and his own, to clean up any mess he'd made.
"Now you can go." Hisoka removed his arms and sat back.
It took less than a second for Gon to rocket off of the man, wiping at his lips with his arm. "That was gross!" If Hisoka was planning on doing that from the start, he should not have toyed with Gon in the first place. "And I'm still not moving back to live with you!"
With that, still blushing furiously, the teen turned and started to run the way he had came.
Rating; PG? It's Hisoka.
Characters; Hisoka (
suitless) and Gon (jajankenSummary; Gon is more or less forced to babysit Hisoka so nothing else can erupt. Oh, goody.
Log;
It hadn't been the most pleasant of days. In fact, it had been entirely irritating. People could make such a fuss over a simple game, and he didn't even harm the girl at all. Emotional attachments must cause this kind of reaction. Hisoka had done similar things before, but only to protect something that he'd decided only he could finish off.
Although, he'd gotten something nice out of being irritated repeatedly – one of his favorites, as some kind of heroic, "damage control" sacrifice, decided to come and play with Hisoka for a little. Gon probably assumed Hisoka was lying and would do something terrible to him, but that wasn't really the case.
Hisoka just needed to be around somebody that wasn't going to get angry with him. Besides, Gon was his favorite, and he hadn't seen the boy in a while. He'd come, just like he was asked, and Hisoka sat waiting for him outside the apartment building.
"You're too trusting," was all Hisoka said at first, smiling that sly smile of his. "I might change my mind again and chase you around, too."
Gon saw Hisoka sitting there and wondered just why he had agreed to... 'helping out.' He knew that refusing the man probably was not an option at the time, but this had him quite worried. Hisoka could attack and, if further provoked, most certainly would, so the young teen knew he would have to play his cards right if he was going to get through this without getting hurt. He knew he could not agree with everything Hisoka wanted (that could get him into very deep trouble), but he also could not work to anger Hisoka.
This would probably be tricky. Well, at least Hisoka looked harmless, despite his threat and untrustworthy smile. Gon swallowed and replied, "If you do, you might just get tired out. You know speed is one of my strong attributes..." Why the hell did he say that? He shook his head and stepped closer to the man, keeping golden eyes alert.
Something was bugging Gon, though. He could not very well know how to act if he had no idea if Hisoka was still steamed... or if he had cooled down a bit. So, quietly, the teen asked, "Um... so, are you... still mad?"
"A little bit, but I'm not the type to get very angry," Hisoka continued to smile, leaning forward slightly, his icy blue eyes watching Gon keenly. "If you say anything wrong to me right now, though…"
They were still a far distance apart, so Hisoka couldn't attach his nen string to him without it being noticeable. He had to be able to touch him, and his arms weren't long enough, by far. All a precaution incase the boy became afraid and ran away – Hisoka wanted attention from somebody he knew wouldn't cause him trouble, and wasn't going to let it leave until he tired of it.
"Where is Killua? Normally you both never leave the other alone," Hisoka stretched his legs out and his expression turned to one of curiosity. He looked rather harmless when he wasn't smiling.
Hisoka almost always looked harmless to Gon, but all the same, he nonchalantly shoved his hands into his pockets and said, "I left him behind with Simca and didn't tell him where I was going." He pushed at some dirt with the heel of his boot as he spoke, displaying either boredom or anxiety. "Simca probably needs someone with her right now anyway, since Yzak..."
He trailed off here. Hisoka most like could care less about Simca anymore, let alone about Yzak. Gon hardly knew Ikki, and he was also no where to be found around Simca, so he had little more to say about the situation back at the apartment.
"Er, did you want him to come?" Gon asked quickly, as soon as he realized that it might be a problem. "I just sort of rushed out here... he probably wouldn't have wanted to come, though, so..."
This probably wasn't going well.
"I'm happy he isn't here, since I can never get you alone. Killua isn't something I can really have fun with," Hisoka shrugged, clearly not interested in talking about Killua. The assassin was of interest to him, but due to Illumi being a friend of his, he knew better than to touch him.
"Come here."
Hisoka's tone was commanding, but the gesture he made by opening his arms up and smiling didn't look very threatening. For someone who was slightly irritated, he could really cover up emotions. "I won't bite you, yet."
That did very little to ease Gon's nerves, of course. That meant going straight into the danger zone and practically giving himself up as a target to Hisoka's nen strings. Forget biting, Gon knew all Hisoka had to do was touch him once and it could be all over. He sighed lightly, as if to remind himself that they were not actually fighting, so maybe Hisoka would not have a use for the strings.
... but Hisoka really was not to be trusted. Gon wished he had brought his fishing rod, knew he should have, but was too concerned with not pissing Hisoka off. If he came here armed, Hisoka might have viewed it as a threat, or something.
Well, it wasn't as though Gon could just continue to stand there idly. With the way he positioned his arms, Hisoka probably wanted a hug or something crazy like that, but he was not going to get one of those. Instead, Gon decided it would be safe enough if he chose to sat next to the man. As he sat, he stared at his boots and wondered what would happen next.
"I forgot that you knew about my talents," Hisoka chuckled, moving carefully so he didn't touch Gon much as he leaned his face down to hover over the boy's left shoulder. "Although, if you know that I need to touch people to attach strings, why would you get so close?" He reached around to run his long, pale fingers across Gon's cheek, his chuckling becoming increasingly devious – the kind that gave most people the creeps.
"Stupid boy."
Hisoka wrapped one arm around Gon's waist, pulling the small, weaker boy up onto Hisoka's lap. He used his other hand to grab Gon's wrists, so he wouldn't try to punch him or attack back right away. Not until he'd moved him completely into his lap, with the boy facing away from Hisoka, and then he let go of his arms. Hisoka could wrap both arms around Gon's waist this way. Even if the boy was squirming and making a gigantic fuss.
"Remember, I'm angry right now," he breathed into Gon's ear, "and I really don't want to take it out on you."
And squirming he was. Gon knew the strings were probably already attached (at the cheek again, he mentally added with frustration), and there was very little he could do to get out of such a bad situation. He kicked and squirmed as much as he could until he decided to try and change Hisoka's mind about doing it.
"Stop it! I know you're mad, but I'll never go near you again if you do this!" he shouted, desperate. He grit his teeth together after that, wishing he hadn't been so loud. If anyone heard him, they might try and come to help, and Hisoka would not take very well to that. Grunting, Gon tried again, softer this time. "Do you really need to do this?"
"I'm not going to do anything bad to you," Hisoka managed to wrestle the boy down somewhat with a slight bit of effort, clearly enjoying himself, "but keep rubbing against me like that, and I might."
He kept a strong hold on Gon, so the boy couldn't move much at all, although watching how he reacted only caused Hisoka to laugh. Part of what made being around Gon so fun was how cute he could be – and unlike the two people Hisoka could touch without them freaking out, Gon actually had some sense of fear of what could be done to him. It made it fun.
"Have you found a new home?" Hisoka asked, bringing his face close to the boy's.
After hearing that, Gon immediately froze. Not that Hisoka's tighter grip gave him much room to do so in the first place, but the knowledge that his squirming was having that sort of effect on the man was already enough. He had to keep himself from shuddering when Hisoka came so close to his face like that. It somehow amazed him how unpleasant Hisoka could be without even trying.
"... I'm staying with Simca and Killua," replied Gon cautiously. "Since Yzak left for now, there's a little more space until he gets back..." There was always space, but there was no need to add that. "... So I'm gonna stay there until he does, I think."
"Cuilan might get lonely, you know. And, I feel sorry for Simca when I decide to come and drag you back home with me."
The loss of any sort of resistance was welcomed, as he wasn't in the mood to deal with any more struggling or conflict of any kind. Simple compliance was what he'd like, and he was getting it – forced, of course, but still getting it. Hisoka was enjoying himself just sitting there idly.
"Oh, I forgot," Hisoka nodded to himself, "I don't know if you noticed it or not when I left the "I'm home" note, but Kurapica phoned me when I was back in our own world. He thinks I did something to you," Hisoka chuckled, leaning forward to lick Gon's cheek, "and I guess I was lying when I said I hadn't. I wonder though… do Killua and you play together?" He was obviously teasing, to provoke some kind of embarrassed response.
Hisoka was trying to guilt trip him, obviously... and sadly enough, it was working. Not so much for Cuilan, since he knew that Cuilan liked Simca, too, and could visit, but Gon really did not want Hisoka to get near Simca at that point. Not only might Simca be in danger, but if any of her friends tried to do the same as today... well, it might get pretty dangerous.
Gon had yet to come up with an answer for that one when Hisoka went on about something completely different. He made a disgruntled noise when his cheek was licked, but it was really what Hisoka said after that that caught the teen off guard. Straight away, Gon knew what the man meant (c'mon, it was Hisoka) and turned red in the face.
"No, we don't!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. To try and change the subject, Gon quickly asked, "What about Kurapica? Is he okay? And Leorio?"
"I don't know, he was too busy being stubborn. Nor do I care," Hisoka removed one arm from Gon's waist to run his fingers along the warm, red flush on the boy's face, "they're useless people to me."
Hisoka continued to touch Gon's face, idly attaching and detaching nen strings without Gon even knowing, before dropping his arm back to where it rested before. "Mmm, then I really am your first for almost everything," his laugh then was far more malicious and cold than before. Although he didn't really care about much else than violence and satisfying himself through combat (although, he also received slight sexual satisfaction from battle, as well, if the opponent was one with potential or a lot of skill – that was one reason he would seek strong opponents), it never hurt to indulge in other sinful acts. Especially in this scenario.
"I'll let you go, if you're good."
With Hisoka's arm away from his waist, Gon thought it might be a good time to try and flee, but he realized that Hisoka hardly needed both of his arms to hold him back. Besides, there was the possibility that Gon was covered in nen strings. He would not get very far with that.
The next thing that changed his mind was the laugh, which sent a chill up Gon's spine. He squirmed, not meaning to, and thought for a moment on Hisoka's last words. "... Good how? I've already stopped struggling, you know!" Probably useless, but worth a shot. This was a very bad idea, to come alone, but Gon really had no choice otherwise. "I've already done what you said. Let me go, now!"
"Give me something nice, and I will."
Hisoka's anger had changed into more of a playful mood, one that he got into occasionally. Normally, it was only around Axel it showed, and sometimes Simca. For now, it was to keep from thinking about all the irritating people that he'd dealt with today. Besides, watching Gon puzzle through this was amusing. "Promise."
Gon hardly liked the sound of that. He somehow doubted Hisoka meant for Gon to go buy him ice cream. "... nice like what?"
He was probably being overly cautious, and therefore, might be annoying Hisoka, but in this case, he excused himself.
"Like this," Hisoka grabbed the side of Gon's face to pull it towards his own, holding it there. "Any time I've ever played with you, I never got a kiss out of you. Pay up." His smile was clearly not as playful as his note of voice would have one think. Quite the opposite, in fact.
First, Gon's hands balled up into fists. This was hardly fair: it was not as though Gon had a choice anyway. He could not ask for a different 'nice' thing to give, certainly -- it might have proved worse.
Trying to calm down, Gon forced his hands to relax. Yes, Hisoka was completely taking advantage of him, but there were definitely a lot worse things he could be asking for. It was just a kiss, after all, and Hisoka promised to let him go.
... wait. Since when did Hisoka mean anything he said? He made it quite clear how much of a liar he was. "... I don't believe you."
"I'm being honest this time," Hisoka's eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled anyways, "but, if you think I want something else, take off your pants." Now that would cause a good response.
Nope, a kiss would do. Gon had gotten enough 'practice' on Chu Day, so he once again forced calm on himself and took a deep breath. He turned his head the smallest bit in order to match up properly and gave Hisoka what he wanted... if only for a short while. He quickly pulled his head away and looked down, not wanting to look at the hard blue eyes before him. His face was tomato red, and he felt absolutely humiliated.
"Pathetic."
Hisoka actually grabbed Gon's face and forced him into something a lot less pleasant than anything the boy had experienced before. It was hard and rough, and Hisoka made sure the boy could not reject him deepening the kiss. Gon squirmed a little, but it was over quickly. Hisoka made sure to lick Gon's bottom lip, and his own, to clean up any mess he'd made.
"Now you can go." Hisoka removed his arms and sat back.
It took less than a second for Gon to rocket off of the man, wiping at his lips with his arm. "That was gross!" If Hisoka was planning on doing that from the start, he should not have toyed with Gon in the first place. "And I'm still not moving back to live with you!"
With that, still blushing furiously, the teen turned and started to run the way he had came.
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