Hunter x Hunter Oneshots

Post-Battle Massage [Uvoshal]

Uvogin probably gives really good massages.

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Shalnark shuffles along, his bones and joints ache, a distant pain embedding itself in them, the simple act of moving hurting far more than it should. Maybe going on that mission wasn't a good idea, he bitterly thinks as he slams the door to the troupe's hideout a little louder than he would have liked to. It's not like anyone would be here to hear it though, almost everyone is out and if they were here they were probably either getting ready to go on a mission or sleeping from getting back from the one they currently got back from. 

Instead of going to his room, he ends up in the worn-down living room, which unluckily for him- or maybe lucky now that he thinks about it again- Uvo is in, currently lounging on the couch reading a magazine that's far too small for his hands. He just ends up walking past him, falling onto a chair, heaving out a loud sigh, not in the mood to go on his phone since they'll probably be nothing there. 

"What the hell happened to you?" Shal just groans, which is enough of an answer to Uvo. Sure he's a little ruffed up, his body has a few scrapes here and there, his hair askew but he's acting like he came in here covered in blood which he did not... Thankfully.

"You alright?" He hears the couch squeak when Uvogin gets off of it, his footsteps growing nearer. 

"Ugh," He said dryly, resisting the urge to scowl. "My muscles are sore... I hate autopilot,"

"If you want I could probably try and give you a massage?" Uvogin offers, his voice unsure and low. Shalnark looks over at him from his shoulder, not being able to push down the wince that came with the motion. He snorts, shrugging with a lazy grin on his face. "'Kay,"

He ends up on the couch, his back facing Uvo as he hovers his hands over his shoulders, not sure what to do. With a grumble, he leans into his touch, hoping it'll get him started which thankfully it does. 

Large warm hands start to squeeze and rub at his shoulders, he lets out a shudder, sucking in a tight breath as he presses into the aching area. He winces, waiting for the pain to eventually go away, and it does. His lips curl into a smile, leaning into the warm hand as he lets out a sigh of relief. He feels his eyes start to droop closed, as he lets out a hum, his head hanging low.  

Shalnark lets out a sigh of relief, feeling himself drift off. Then his body falls limply forward, the spider behind him starring, waiting for him to get up until he didn't.

"Shal?!" Uvogin exclaimed thunderstruck. He reached forward and flipped the blonde onto his side, feelings strike of panic in his chest. I didn't kill him did I? He glares deeply at his large hands, damn me and my clumsy hands, they're too fucking large sometimes. He gives the smaller of the two a shake, who lets out a small snort, mumbling to himself a spaced-out expression on his face, eyes shut closed.

Uvogin could only raise a brow and shake him some more. Then the manipulator grumbled, brows furrowing as he lets out a strangled sound, peering- glaring was the better word for it- up at him with only one eye cracked open. "Why'd you stop?..." He muttered, shrugging off his arm and flopping onto his front, lightly flapping his arms. "Continue...!"

He lets out a small groan that makes the larger of the two shake his head. "I'm sore... Autopilot sucks..." He can imagine a pout on his face while he says this which only gains a breathy laugh down at him. Easily, he scoops up the manipulator into his arms, that usual resistance not there as the blonde lets out a slight whine but lets himself go pilant in his grip, leaning against the man's broad chest.

"I'm just getting you somewhere comfortable, stop complaining,"

"Mmmmmnnnnn, hurry up..."

Uvo just chuckles. "I am, I am..."

Quickening his pace just a little faster than before, using his foot he kicks open the door to the unoccupied room whose current owners at the time were Shalnark and Nobunaga, the latter currently on a mission so it was empty. It probably would be a room that belonged to no one since they were bound to move soon, not that it mattered anyway.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, the sound echoing through the room a bit. He moves towards the mattress which unlike most of their other houses they stayed at, actually has a bedframe and lays Shalnark on it who flops onto his side, with a groan.

Before the blonde can say another word or ask him to continue on with what he was doing Uvogin, peels off the blonde's shirt, maneuvering him around so he can take off his tunic then lays him flat on the bed. Before the other spider can raise or ask anything he starts to knead at the skin on his shoulder, inciting a low muffled moan from Shalnark as he buries his head into the pillow, feeling himself start to be lulled off into sleep.

With a soft smile, he massages his fellow spider's skin as the blonde snores underneath him.

A/N: I am... soft