Killua sat in the locker room of the arena, trying to calm down. He had definitely taken out his anger and disappointment on the floor master. When he signed up he hadn't intended to kill him, especially since he knew Gon would probably disapprove. After last night though, he couldn't hold himself back.
He didn't want to fight with Gon anymore though, so he tried to calm down before he went out to meet him. Sure he was still upset, but after thinking about it he decided being Gon's friend was more important, so he would just have to accept that Gon would never be with him.
After fifteen minutes he realized Gon must be wondering where he was and left backstage. When he went out the doors, however, the hallway was completely empty.
Is Gon mad at me? Did he even watch the fight?
He moped for a moment, when he noticed a piece of paper stuck to the opposite wall and saw it had Nen attached. Texture Surprise and Bungee Gum. He walked up to it and read the note.
Killua-kun,
Congratulations on your victory. I have a surprise waiting for you in your room.
- Hisoka ^_^
"Tch…" Killua was furious. What would Hisoka do to Gon? He ran down the hall to the stairs, jumping quickly down the flights and down the hall to their room.
Rushing into the dark room, he braced himself for the worst. He quickly scanned the sitting room and kitchenette, not seeing any trace of Gon or Hisoka. Rather, his attention was drawn to the bedroom door which stood cracked open, spilling soft light into the darkness of the living room. He walked over to the door and pushed it open.
What he saw made him gasp.
Hisoka sat on their bed leaning against the headboard with Gon in his lap. Both were facing the door and Hisoka had one nimble hand clutching Gon's neck, forcing his head back. Gon's shirt was removed revealing his toned chest. He noticed Hisoka was shirtless too, and he looked different—
Ah, he's not wearing any makeup. He looks so much more… attractive?
Truthfully, the two looked absolutely stunning as the soft light from the table lamp cast harsh shadows on their toned bodies. Hisoka's skin was pale like his own, but it contrasted nicely against Gon's dark, golden coloring.
"Gomen, (5) ne Killua. I started unwrapping your present without you." Hisoka's free hand trailed across Gon's chest, causing him to gasp softly.
Gon's eyes locked with his, and he saw Gon flush even more.
"Killua…" Gon moaned breathily.
Hearing his name voiced that way—and from Gon—had an instant effect on him. Hisoka wasn't a manipulator…. Was Gon doing this by choice?
"G-Gon…what…"
"Isn't this what you want, Ki-llu-a?" Hisoka's voice sent shivers through him. He watched, stunned, as the man ran his finger over Gon's nipple, causing him to cry out.
Killua knew he should do something, but he was arrested by Gon's reactions—even though he was in the arms of Hisoka, he had never looked so fucking sexy.
"Haven't you been wanting Gon-kun like this?" he asked, his voice low and melodic. He ran his tongue along Gon's jawline, drawing a whine from the teen.
"Gon needs you, Killua." He reached down to Gon's pants and teasingly traced the hardness there. "Ne, Gon?" he said breathily, his mouth roughly brushing Gon's ear. Gon bucked his hips, desperate for contact.
