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Kurapika was going to kill him and no one was going to stop him.
Gon’s heart thrummed in his chest, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him, helpless to look away. Should he stop him? What Hisoka had done was wrong …
But Kurapika was going to kill him.
“Please, Kurapika, stop, please.” Killua wasn’t crying, but his voice was breaking wetly on their friends' name. Gon hadn’t even left his tent, had woken to Killua’s voice, strident in the early morning. The hard sound of a hand meeting skin. Hisoka’s laughter…
...he’d been laughing last night with Killua but it had been different. Lower. Closer.
Gon didn’t want to think about it. It made him feel sick. Weird. Bad.
Kurapika’s fist drove into the face under him again and Gon swallowed, unable to look away as blood spattered in an arc from Hisoka’s nose. Fine mist spraying the grass, sharp red on green.
“Pleeeease…” Killua said again. Gon’s heart ached. He’d sounded so happy last night. “He didn’t make me! It wasn’t his fault!”
Whose fault was it? Gon wondered. He had asked Killua to turn in with him early but Killua had brushed him off, one hand coming out of his pocket to wave Gon away. Gon had asked because Hisoka was hanging around. Smiling. Showing Killua card tricks… creepy.
Was it Gon’s fault? He was the one who hadn’t stopped him- who had trusted Killua to take care of himself, to be strong enough- stronger than Killua would have trusted Gon to be, Gon thought sadly.
“Stop it, Killua!” Kurapika snapped, and Killua’s crying shut off like a tap being turned. He was only barely struggling, shaking in the Nen chains trussing him. Gon hoped it didn’t hurt. Probably not? Kurapika wouldn’t hurt their friend. “He knows what he’s done!”
Hisoka coughed as Kurapika’s foot planted itself on his chest and more blood hit the grass. The sound was wet. Gross.
Was Hisoka their friend?
Gon swallowed and turned from the scene in front of him. His steps were quick, crossing to Killua, but he could hear Kurapika’s strikes continuing to connect. Wet thuds and Killua’s eyes were squeezed shut, Gon saw when got close enough. He wasn’t crying, but that was just Killua. Gon knew him well enough to know that.
His eyes shot open as soon as he sensed him closer, and he looked so desperate. Gon swallowed.
That was how he’d looked last night… Gon hadn’t meant to see. Hadn’t wanted to see, he’d just heard Hisoka laughing and he was worried , and if he’d slipped out of his tent quietly, his Nen held tight under his skin, it was only with good intentions.
He couldn’t have guessed…
Could he have? Gon asked himself and the thought made him cold. He knew what Hisoka was.
When he’d slid the flap open, he was suddenly sure they wouldn’t have noticed if he’d shouted.
It was dark outside, and darker in their tent, but Killua glowed, his pale hair floating above ghostly shoulders, the shadows taking bites out of him, making him look slight. Perched on Hisoka’s bare lap, he looked even smaller.
Killua said something, and Hisoka laughed again and then they were moving, rocking and swaying and Killua’s hands sparked and swelled, but Hisoka just caught his claws in his own and-
Gon was surprised he’d managed to sleep at all after that, wincing at every rustle from the tent beside him.
“Help him.” Killua croaked, his eyes darting over Gon’s face trying to read his expression. “Gon. Please. He didn’t-”
Friends didn’t hurt each other, Gon thought, looking at the fingerprint bruises on his thighs barely visible under the weight of Kurapika’s chain.
“I know.” Gon said, trying to be kind. To the side of them, the sound of a kick landing, and Hisoka’s wet retching. More blood in the grass probably.
“What?” Killua asked, and he was struggling again while Gon watched. Fighting what was good for him. That was just Killua.
Gon knew him well enough to know that.
“Please.” Killua said again, but he knew Gon, they knew each other better than anyone else. Or at least that’s what Gon had thought before last night.
How could he like it? Gon thought and he had to look away from the bruises, the same way Killua’s gaze flinched from the bloody show beside them.
“It’s okay.” Gon said, dropping to a crouch, reaching out to hold his hand overtop the chains binding it. “It’ll be over soon.”
They didn’t let him go right away. Killua hadn’t expected any different.
He’d refused to walk, but Kurapika, hands still bloody, just lifted him with a gesture. Still bound, dragging him along behind them. His feet barely brushing the grass. It was morning still, and Killua was just thankful he could still hear Hisoka breathing when they left, wet sucking breaths.
Alive. He was alive. Kurapika was leaving him alive. Small mercy and Killua’s hand fisted under Gon’s.
It was nightfall before they let him free, Gon arguing that he’d need to use the bathroom. The chains dripped from him, slow, leaving him cool and weightless. He let his feet settle fully.
Flashed them both a smile and Kurapika started to smile back just before his heels sparked.
Before he ran.
“KILLUA!” Gon yelled and Killua was fast and he was small, but so was Gon. He could feel him following immediately and his teeth grit as he forced aching muscles to obey after a day bound and limp.This was all his fault. They knew exactly where he was going, or just about. He had to get there first.
His day in reverse, the trees only passingly familiar as he sped back past them. The echoing whistle of Gon trailing him like the tail on a comet and Kurapika made the sparks bigger, until they arced, his soles sizzling as the electricity kept his heels off the ground and his legs moving faster and faster. Faster than Gon or Kurapika or the terrifying clinking presence of his chains. Faster than any human could, lightning strapped to his feet and Killua a bullet train. Had he ever run this fast? And still his heart beat faster.
Hisoka wasn’t where they’d left him, but he hadn’t gotten far. The grass gleamed black with blood, gruesome in the shadows. Killua just followed the trail.
Killua gagged when he got close.
Kurapika had made meat of him. His face was unrecognizable, blood congealing on bits of shredded skin, his mouth a wet hole.
He was still breathing. Killua’s grin was watery, but real.
Last night, he’d smiled for Hisoka a lot. More than he ever had before. More than he normally smiled at anyone. Little smiles. Inviting smiles. Curved them around the rim of his glass and the stick of his candy. The same ones he used to give to get a little extra pocket money at home. The ones he normally reserved for Gon nowadays.
He smiled with Gon a lot, but it never went anywhere.
But yesterday, he and Hisoka had taken down their opponent before anyone had noticed and the smile he’d given the man after was natural. He’d been glad, in that moment, that he’d asked Hisoka to join up with them, despite the others' misgivings. His nature may be suspect, but it complimented Killua’s own darkness just fine.
He leaned down and hoisted Hisoka’s arm over the line of his back. All muscle made him unwieldy to lift, despite Killua’s strength.
Hisoka had picked him up like he weighed nothing, flung him like a toy onto the bed and they had both been smiling for it, Killua bursting into giggles as his back hit the soft mattress and Hisoka crawled in after him. So fast, scary and it made his breath catch and his stomach drop, and he was smiling into the kiss.
Hisoka kissed so hungry. His hands were careful so his nails didn’t leave marks and Killua had just wanted to feel something, it had been so long since he’d had this, he hadn’t known he could miss it, Illumi had hardly even let him want it.
And then Gon and maybe he was tired of wanting and not having and Hisoka was countertop candy, cheap and in reach. Hisoka, his gold eyes in the dark, pulling his tank over his head, and pulling his shorts off and the awful smothering sticky weight of his aura crushed Killua into the bed below him and it would be terrifying if he wasn’t so hard, if every time they touched didn’t make him feel like he was a live circuit completed where their skin met.
He wasn’t the only one. Killua was sure the only reason why Hisoka’s aura was bleeding sticky all around them was because he had lost control. Maybe just stopped caring. His eyes were fixed on every twitch of Killua’s body as he mapped his thighs with his mouth and Killua just shook and pressed into his teeth.
He should have been quieter. Maybe if he’d been quieter, Kurapika wouldn’t have thought to check on them the next morning, but he’d felt so good.
Hisoka moaned through his ruined jaw, the sound guttural, garbled and Killua set his mouth in a thin line. Clicked his heels and dragged them forward.
Machi wasn’t happy to see the pair on her doorstep, but she wasn’t a monster. She didn’t really know if Hisoka was, but the boy carrying him couldn’t be more than twelve and he had a massive hickey on his neck so someone needed to do something.
She knew it was Hisoka from the clothes. Even his hair was stiff with blood, his face a shattered mess.
The boy handed him off with careful hands and his quiet apprehension as she examined him told her more than she needed it to. The hair and eyes told her more. Zoldyck Jr. She’d be patching Hisoka up just for Illumi to kill him.
“Will he…” His voice was loud and Zoldyck meant this child had as much blood on his hands as she did. He was so small.
“It’ll take work.” She told him. “But he’ll be alright. It’s superficial. A little embroidery needed.”
“Okay.” The child said, but he wouldn’t leave the room, not for the worst of it and not after, not even to sleep.
Hisoka woke up.
He hadn’t been sure he would.
“Hisoka!”
Hands reach for him and he reacts without thinking, grabbing for the body beside him, rolling and pinning it and Illumi’s little brother looks up at him, breathless. Wide-eyed.
Unafraid. Illumi had really made a lovely mess of him❤
"Are you okay?" The boy asked.
Hisoka rocked forward into the body below. He hadn’t been sure he’d live to do this again. The boy squeaked, flushing to his hairline.
“W-wait-!” Killua says and he’s so small, so cute, his little voice and tiny waist and when Hisoka pulls his shirt up, he just shivers and lets him. He let him do so much last night, and only really asked for more. “M-machi-”
“She loves me.” Hisoka said and Killua’s mouth fell open as he bent and sucked a tiny nipple into his mouth. He wanted to open him up, to take him apart but he didn’t actually know how far Machi’s kindness extended and given a second life he wanted to live it. His hand covered Killua’s mouth and it only made the boy shiver, the little slut pulling at his top, begging for more and Hisoka can’t be blamed when he bites.
Killua’s noisy even around the hand on his mouth but Hisoka sort of likes it for once.
Normally they cry and beg. Killua doesn't beg but his body does for him- all muffled gasps and stifled moans. Swells and shivers and drips under Hisoka's hands... struggling under him like all the rest- but only to get closer. To arc into his touch, like Hisoka’s hands magnetized him despite his wishes, heavy on the thin lines of his ribs, the soft muscle in his arms.
Careful with the soft pucker of his asshole, twitching, dry under Hisoka’s teasing fingertips. His pupils are huge, a ring of blue around the black like a bruise and when Hisoka squeezes just the tip of one finger inside he shuts them tight, his face closing like a lock.
And still he doesn't ask him to stop.
Hisoka pulls back and his eyes open, warily.
"Did you bring me here?" Hisoka asked and Killua nodded. He didn't seem afraid underneath him and the novelty of the situation made Hisoka want to linger.
It was what had gotten him into this in the first place. Maybe if Killua hadn't been small and warm and inviting he'd have noticed a pair of righteous glowing eyes when he'd kissed him goodbye that morning. Maybe if he had his guard up, he’d have been able to defend against Kurapika’s sneaking chains, the length of them tripping him like a razor wire.
“I brought you here and Machi stitched you together.” His hand comes up to stroke over Hisoka’s features and it’s almost intrusive how unafraid he is in this moment. It makes Hisoka catch his hand, swift, like he was striking out and Killua watches wide eyed as he feathers a kiss over his palm. “Does it hurt?”
“No❤” Hisoka said. “Did you want it to?”
If Killua found the question strange he didn’t show it. Just shook his head.
“No.” He said. His eyes are huge and luminous and he looks very pure against the clean white of Machi’s sheets. Hisoka wants to stain him pink. “I thought-”
His eyebrows raise as those huge blue eyes water, just a little, the boy turning his gaze so Hisoka can’t see him so unmanned by his own emotion.
“Whatever.” He said and Hisoka pressed another kiss to his palm and then his wrist and then the soft vulnerable skin at the crook of his elbow, young blood beating hotly just under his lips and Killua had gone quiet again, still in some waiting, restless way. Hungry and Hisoka was surprised at how much he wanted him again. He let his mouth fall open and mouthed wetly over the vein, tongue and teeth and Killua groaned. His arm over his eyes, his little cock hard and bare and begging the way he wouldn’t. “H-hisoka...”
“Yes?” Hisoka breathed and watched the way he squirmed, embarrassed to even be acknowledged in the state he was in. Something terribly tempting in how he fought his own desires, in the way it was a struggle to make him give over to what he asked for.
“Can I sleep with you?” Killua had asked and even after the way he’d been hanging around him all evening, Hisoka was still surprised. An innocuous question, but the way it sounded coming out of his mouth.
“W-we should hurry.” Killua said. “Before she gets fed up.”
Hisoka wanted to swallow him up, the whole curious little thing in one bite.
“Of course.” He’d said and Killua had smiled at him, a wicked curving edge not unlike his own. Had waved off Gon’s naive prying and let Hisoka trail him to his tent, his eyes dark in the setting sun. Let Hisoka slip him free of his clothes and touch all of him and he’d loved it. Had giggled and moaned and held Hisoka’s hand and Hisoka didn’t think Illumi alone deserved credit for the tiny wonder sparking underneath him, singing Machi’s tidy cotton sheets as he lost himself to the feeling of Hisoka devouring him.
Machi, just outside the door, decided to ask about dinner later.
“You just had me last night and you’re already this desperate.” Hisoka said wonderingly and Killua’s jaw flexed. He didn’t argue though, just watched as Hisoka lowered his head between his thighs and sucked the tiny length of him into his mouth, small but impressive. He tasted sour, unshowered and Hisoka wondered if he’d sat there while he healed, the thought strange. He let his tongue wrap the length of him and swallowed him, letting the childish length bob in his mouth, the tip just tickling the entrance to his throat and Killua shook like electrocuted. His hands yanked big fistfuls of sheets and when Hisoka hummed around him those hands swelled, monstrous claws shredding fabric and stuffing.
“Ff-” Hisoka flicked his eyes up to watch him curse, but Killua surpriseed him again. “Feels so good, ‘Soka.”
Precious, perfect boy and Hisoka was smiling as he bobbed his head and brought him off quicker than Killua was ready for. His mouth was one of his favorite weapons❤
He came easily, not fighting that at all, his body bucking up into Hisoka’s mouth and he was flushed and trembling when he finally wrung himself out.
He fought the kiss, but Hisoka won. Pinned him to the mattress, ignoring his swinging arms and kicking legs, and fucked his tongue into him, lubed in his own cum. Kissed Killua’s throat with his own tip and the boy was gasping and gagging into his mouth.
“G-gross.” He said when Hisoka freed his mouth, but his eyes. Well.
“You’re welcome.” Hisoka said indulgently and rolled out of the bed. Ignored Killua’s gasp when he stood. He supposed the boy hadn’t seen him nude in the light last time and when he glanced over sure enough blue eyes were fixed on the jut of his cock from angled hip bones. “Machi maybe isn’t *that* indulgent.”
Killua licked his lips, but didn’t say anything. He was panting a little, and his cock was drooping, wet and sticky like chewed up candy against his leg, but best of all is the flush that had crept over him, flushing his cheeks and chest, his neck and belly. Lurid, blooming red suck marks on his thighs and throat, over the pulse in the bend of his arm and Hisoka
hadn’t known he’d live to do this again.
He stepped back toward him, gratified by the way the boy’s breath caught. He was watching him so intensely, and Hisoka held his gaze as he licked his palm.
Loses it when he dropped a hand to his cock and Killua opened his mouth like he was going to say something and then left it there. Bare, Hisoka could watch as his breathing sped and then slowed, his focus on the slow motion of Hisoka’s hand over himself.
He fought the kiss, but when Hisoka painted his face and chest Killua only closed his eyes.
Dragged his tongue over the drip glossing his lower lip when he thought Hisoka wasn’t looking.
They shower together, but quickly both aware they've wasted enough time. This distraction was only ever meant to be a night. Machi feeds them, and then sees them firmly out of her door. On her porch Hisoka turned to him.
He was smiling. He looked strange, maybe. Stiff. Nervous Killua thought, heart speeding like it does before a kill.
"Are we going in the same direction?"
Killua thought about Illumi- about Gon- about the surprise in Hisoka's eyes when Killua had approached him, standing alone.
"We mjght be." He said. Crossed his arms behind his head- scowled when Hisoka's smile steadied. "What?"
"Mm♥️." Hisoka said and wouldn't say anything else as they walked down the road.