Repulsive Beauty || Hisoka

16. On Over Confidence

"Oh, Gon, I wasn't expecting to run into you way up here." Hisoka greeted, as he stepped out and looked at me for help.

I was frozen. Gon had just got his head together. And now he's watching Hisoka step into my room.
"IT'S FINE" Gon said after he was silent for a minute.
"Are those some of my cookies? So you just give those to anyone hmm?" Hisoka teased and put his arm around my waist and pulled me in.
I swung my hand over and smacked him in the stomach.
"Really, it's fine. It's fine, Tess you're an adult." Gon was sputtering, more to himself than to me.
"Gon I'm sorry I didn't expect you to stop in tonight."
"No Tess it's fine!" he said getting in the elevator.
"Enjoy your cookies! Love you!" I squeezed in as the elevator doors closed.
I turned to Hisoka who had been smirking and waving a Gon.
"You are such an instigator do you know that?" I said, shoving him through the doorway.
"I don't know what you're talking about. This should be my pity party. I came up here and you had another boy in your room. My heart's broken princess." he poured, being dramatic.
"Yeah, yeah. Oh, speaking of other men!" I said as I closed the door and turned back to him.
His brow was raised.
"No I'm not offering to try a threesome." I joked, trying to get him to laugh.
He chuckled for a second before gesturing for me to continue.
"I talked to Kastro today."
"Oh did you? If that was on your to do list I'm glad you got it done today, it was your last chance after all."
"So you're not worried.? About the fight?" I asked, letting my own worry leach in.
"I'm not. Why should I be? I've beaten him before haven't I?" his voice reassuring me.
"Yeah two years ago. He seemed really confident."
"What did he say that has you worried? And also let's address the bloodlust in the room shall we?"
I didn't realize it had come back.
"Sorry. He basically went on about how he felt bad for me because he was going to kill you. And he offered to take me to dinner 'if the time came where I was looking for better company'."
"So he was flirting with you and that called for bloodlust." Hisoka teased, raising an eyebrow.
"You know that's not my concern, His. My concern is that he's so confident he's going to kill you that he's already swooping in to take your place." My voice trailed off at the thought.
"Look, kitten. I said I'm not worried, I mean it," he came over and cupped my chin, "no need to stress yourself with the nightmare of having to sleep with him instead." he joked before kissing my forehead and letting go to walk to the kitchen.
"Fine...How was your meeting?" I asked, hoping to get some details.
"It was fine, rather boring as usual, though my boss offered to meet you, he'd be interested in working with you." He said, sitting at the counter.
"Working with me? What kind of work?" I asked.
I mean I was looking for something to do with my time.
"I'll let him discuss the nature of it with you. Are you available Saturday night?"
"Uh, yeah sure."
"Great, I'll give you details when I have them." he dismissed, "These do look very appetizing." he said, as he picked up a cookie and took a bite, "aren't you just so domestic."
I scoffed.
Weirdly I wasn't sure what to do, now that he was here. It was strange not just throwing ourselves at one another like horny teens.
"You look very appetizing as well." he said, still eating a cookie but making bedroom eyes at me.
"I'm going to have to fight off your advances all night aren't I. It's not a great week of the month to entertain you." I admitted.
"I was just offering a compliment, though a little blood has never deterred me." he said as he picked up a few cookies and came to sit on the sofa with me.
"Gross. Still interested in hanging out, knowing you're not getting laid?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"Even if we're not having sex tonight, you did made me cookies. It can be one or the other, or both. But never neither" he joked.
"Hmm.. Oh, how's your buttcheek, His? Still have the mark of the beast?" I teased and turned to him trying to dig my hands under him and grab his butt.
He almost choked on his cookie laughing as he was trying to fight me off.
"I hadn't forgotten about that. I'm still plotting my revenge, don't worry. Also if you're that interested in playing with my butt I'll buy you some lube, all you need to do is ask." he said teasing me.
"I'm not interested, thanks though," I said with a laugh.
"And what if it was your butt we were talking about?" he suggested, his head tilted down and his eyes looking up suggestively.
"God you're asking me about anal already? By my estimations I thought I had another week or so if you were anything like past partners." I said, shoving him with my shoulder as I got up to grab the remote for the TV.
"Oh, so you have done anal before. You surprise me every day." he said, finishing his last cookie.
"When the hell did I say that?" I scoffed, returning to sit next to him.
"Am I wrong?"
His face looked genuinely surprised.
"Yes, you are. Shocking I know"
I rolled my eyes at him and mindlessly flipped through the channels.
His aura flickered for a moment after I said that. I turned my head towards him with disgust on my face.
"What's with the sudden intensity?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about being the first to get to play with you that way. You're practically a virgin" he teased, pinching my leg lightheartedly, but his aura flared again.
"You wish." I dismissed.
I couldn't even think about that right now, my life had already had an influx in sexual deviencies.
"We'll see, princess." he said with confidence.
"OH" I said, spinning to face him, "Another thing!"
His face looked surprised.
"What was that stunt, kissing me in the lobby!? There were so many people watching." I said with my voice trailing off.
"Stunt is a strange word to use. You say that like it had any more meaning behind it than me just wanting to kiss you."
I leaned against the arm of the couch facing him, legs tucked up with my arms crossed.
"It felt like exhibitionism" I grumbled.
It really did. Being someone who people have eyes on, kissing someone who also has eyes on them was like being naked in class.
"I'm not sure you know what that word means darling," he said as he pulled my legs onto his lap, "if exhibitionism was my goal I would have ripped your pants off and made you scream and beg to cum, right there in the lobby. Exhibitionism is not a simple kiss."
I blushed at the image. Unsurprisingly I could totally imagine him doing that. Myself, not so much.
"Fine I'm just saying I felt exposed."
"What was exposed? How weak you are for my lips" he sneered and reached to pinch my cheek before I slapped his hand away.
"You don't think it's weird that people whistled and whooped and all that?"
"They're just enjoying the show dear. I get the feeling this has more to do with you wanting our relationship to be a secret." he chided, his hand rubbing my legs.
"Relationship is a strong word don't you think? I just don't want to get caught with someone asking 'oh what's going on between you and Hisoka' because what am I supposed to say? We're fuck buddies? It's weird."
"Fuck buddies seems like a strong slip to the opposite end of that spectrum. We're not fucking right now but we're still buddies, are we not?"
"So I'll tell them we're buddies. Is that what you're recommending?"
"I'm recommending you ignore people's opinions of you, and ignore silly questions like 'what's going on between you and Hisoka', because it doesn't pertain to them."
I huffed.
"Fine."
"So tomorrow we graduate to cunninglingus in public right?" he teased but looked at me dead serious.
I stared back for as long as I could keep a straight face before lounging to tickle him.
I didn't make it very far before he had my arms crossed in front of me and my back pinned to his chest.
"Fine. Let me go, I'll leave you alone." I called as a peace offering.
"Are you ticklish?" he asked.
"You'll die." I threatened.
But he didn't listen, and grabbed my sides which sent me squealing in terrible, painful laughter.
"TRUCE TRUCE"
He finally stopped tickling and instead wrapped my arms up trapped by his and sneered at me.
"Don't start wars you can't finish." he threatened before letting me go.
I was still coming down from laughing, and suddenly wanted to be really close to him.
I climbed over his lap, one leg on each side and sat on his thighs, my hands on his shoulders.
"You okay princess?" he asked, sliding his hands up and down my thighs.
"Mhm. Just wanted to be closer to you."
"I'm not stopping you." he said before bringing his hands to my waist and pulling me to lean down against him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder.
"It makes me feel better knowing you'd come over even if you knew we weren't having sex." I admitted. I was worried he had a one track mind.
"Of course, you're not a sex toy." he aid with his hands rubbing my back.
"I'm sure you intended that to be comforting, but you've literally called me a play thing before."
"Have you ever seen those TV shows where the men fall in love with their blow up sex dolls and marry them?"
I leaned back slowly, my mouth open, and my brows furrowed.
He was already holding back laughter.
"Because! Let me finish. If I ever found a sex doll as pretty as you I might understand where those men are coming from." He said with a snarky grin.
"Hisoka."
"What! It's a compliment. You should really model for a sex doll comany, your product would be very popular." he continued.
Trying to keep a straight face I grabbed him by the jaw, and not gently.
"I am much more fun than a sex doll." I spat at him, trying to be angry.
He laughed and pulled my body tight to his.
"Yes you are. Please don't remind me of that if you're not willing to let me act on it." he whined before I clasped my lips to his and tightened my arms around his neck.
He hummed against my lip before lifting me completely off and tossing me on the couch next to him.
"I'm not going to be able to resist you if you're going to behave like that," he said, getting up.
"Like what? I just wanted to kiss you." I whined, feeling a little hurt at the rejection.
He sat on the floor across the coffee table.
"Like a nympho my dear. Somehow I'm being the responsible one and telling you no. I'm not sure how strongly I can stick to that."
I sighed. He's right and I didn't want to hear it.
"I don't like being told no.." I complained, emphasizing my pout.
"And I don't like telling you no princess. Furthermore I don't like denying myself the pleasure of ravaging a beautiful girl. And yet here we are."
I crossed my arms and huffed, mostly just to be a brat.
"Enough. I'll bungee gum you to the wall until your arousal subsides. You don't want that." he threatened, "Want to learn a magic trick?"
His face lit up for a moment with innocence in a way that almost broke my heart.

It took me almost an hour to even get that one little trick he uses to take out cards and put them away when he's fighting.
"God I really do not have an eye for these things." I whined, now sitting on the floor across from him, a few glasses of wine deep.
"Most people don't, that's why it's magic silly girl."
He was a really patient teacher despite how slow I was learning.
"Do a magic show." I huffed and threw myself against the couch.
"A magic show." he stared at me planely.
"Yeah, unless you're just a poser" I teased, taking another sip of wine.
"Fine then. I can show you a few more tricks."
He hummed that one circus song everyone knows.
That was enough to get me giggling.
He then held a card in his fingers, flicked his wrist around and it became a cookie.
"Wait, when did you get another cookie?" I asked, looking at the kitchen.
I was pretty sure there were none left.
"What cookie dear" he asked, before flicking his hand around again and it was gone.
"Maybe this is mystical to kids but frankly as an adult I'm uncomfortable..." I said half joking.
"The only people who don't like magic are control freaks." he teased.
"And you're an out of control freak." I rebutted.
He just smiled and flicked cards into and out of existence. I watched in a daze, looking at the way his fingers moved, how soft and fluid his gestures were. Which was interrupted by a card that would have cut my ear off had I not caught it.
"What was that for!? That's no fair I was just watching you do magic and not paying attention." I whined.
"I just wanted to be sure you're still awake." he chuckled to himself.
"Funny."
"You're tired, and a little drunk aren't you. I nearly got you."
I huffed.
"Yeah. But mostly sad."
"Sad? Why? Because you're an awful magician?" he taunted.
I stood up and made my way towards him, nearly tripping. His hands were outstretched to me, probably thinking I'd fall. I held his shoulders and sat down straddling him like I had been on the couch a few hours ago.
"Because I want you to do dirty things to me, His." I whined, unashamed.
He was still for a moment before laughing and wrapping his arms around me.
"Are you always this lustful this time of the month?" He asked
"Hmm... Actually yeah now that you mention it."
I hadn't realized that. How weird and so very annoying.
"Want me to tuck you into bed? I have to get going. I really should rest some before my fight tomorrow."
"Sure. Why do you have so many fights?" I asked.
This is the third in a month.
"I'm in high demand." he said laughing as he stood up, still holding me.
He pulled the blankets back and set me down on the bed
"You're much more tired than you're letting on. Here," he said while pulling my blankets up.
"I'm not a child." I sniveled.
I really wished he'd stay the night. Sleeping alone felt awful after our night together. He was right though, I was exhausted.
"Sure~" he agreed sarcastically, "Goodnight princess." he said before planting one more lust filled kiss on my lips.
I huffed in frustration.
"Goodnight, His. Good luck in your fight tomorrow if I don't see you beforehand!"
"Thank you dear, but luck has never had anything to do with it. Sleep well."
And he was out the door.