Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction ❯ Something a little dark. ❯ A little dark. ( One-Shot )

Sweet notes: A dark PWP.

Warning: Hisoka's POV, PWP, lemon, Hisoka/Kuroro, Yaoi.

Disclaimer: I don't own the HunterxHunter characters.

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Something a little dark.

~By Sweetdeily.

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Even though I know we can both sense them in the next room it still happens. I'm no romantic, and I doubt anything in you is either. I suppose you know one day I'll turn on you, ready for the kill but not today is it? How do you know that? How do you know that I won't just kill you instead of fuck you? I want you. I want to lick your hot blood off my lips. You make my blood boil; make me shudder on a hot day with cold need. I want you so badly…

Sometimes, would it amuse you to know, I don't know whether I want to fuck you or kill you more?

You know they're in the next room, checking the fuses; it's so dark, but I feel your gaze upon me. Will you ask first or will I? Do they trust you and I alone? What would they think if they knew what I wanted to do with you? Or what we do together most of the time? Would they leave you and I alone then? It's amazing how much a little darkness can give you the feeling of privacy.

You don't even say anything; you just rise and walk over to me. Oh, I know my false act of only mild interest doesn't skip past you. You can see it in the way I give you your look. The one I reserve for you and you alone. I can tell by the way your hands slide over the planes of my stomach that you're aggressive tonight.

Am I a tool for you? Like you are for me? Do you even have emotions? Do you want me because I flick your switch? Am I the only one to have seen what's under that coat, or do you fuck all the spiders?

You force my head around and latch onto my lips, I part them; you're a good kisser, you know that? And then your tongue is in my mouth and I smirk, twisting in your hold and grabbing you by that ridiculous fluffy collar. Why do you always wear this same stupid coat? I push it off your shoulders, bending slightly so we can keep this little kiss going.

I'm not playing submissive tonight, Kuroro, you can tell? I like the way you make that tinniest sound when I force my tongue back into your mouth, brushing along your own little snake. You make me so hard…

We part and you shrug your coat back on. The door opens behind us and I give you the smallest little smirk before I walk off, brushing past Machi with a wink. She's not as interesting as you are; not as amazing. The lights come back on as I leave the room. What do you give them, a smile? A pep-talk; 'Alright, let's steal those auction items'. Or do you say something truthful, 'I'm going to fuck Hisoka the moment you leave the room, everyone okay with that?'

Maybe you say nothing. Maybe you don't even care.

I don't care; you know, I couldn't give a damn if you told them.

I'd never have all the time I wanted with you… you're very cautious about that, you usually give me a silly little time-limit before we start. 'Half an hour, Hisoka.'

Is it over, or do you want to pursue me? Can you keep playing this game with me, Kuroro? I'm not a tame animal. When you get me too excited…

I'm almost out of the building before you appear beside me. You look up at me with those obsidian orbs. "I've given them two hours to prepare." Oh, that's an awfully long time in my tender hands. You're so amazing; you think you'll be safe for that long?

"I see." What do you expect me to reply with; 'Oh good, enough time to screw you silly and then kill you?' I might say that; you never know.

We walk in silence to my car; the only thing that breaks the near perfect deluge is the sound of your shoes clicking on the ground. Do you feel comforted by that sound? I don't think you even need the sound, nothing comforts or discomforts you, does it?

I pull the keys to my car from a hidden pocket in my pants. Did you expect them to just appear out of thin air? I can do that, you know. Flick my hand and presto! Keys. But I get bored, trying to play mind games with you.

You walk around to the back seat while I unlock the car and I watch as you slide into the seat, disappearing from view. Would you want to still fuck with me if my car didn't have tinted windows? What if I didn't want your essence on my nice leather seating? Do you think that would turn me on? Well, you would be right. The smell of you makes me feel so excited…

I open the other door and slide in, catching sight of you again. You're removing your shirt; I can see your fluffy coat, already neatly folded on the passenger seat. Oh, you don't want to waste any time do you? Are you so tense tonight? I could wind you up and down, flick your switch so easily… five minutes and I could do so much. Could I kill you in that time? Could you and I fight and finish it in such a short time? You know it sometimes takes a few minutes for me to get excited, would five minutes be adequate?

I shrug and take off my own clothing, unfortunately I have to leave that towel on my back, wouldn't do to blow my cover. You don't even know I'm a fake, but it turns me on; that I could deceive you so much. The leader of the Ryodan, fooled by one of his own! Oh, the irony wouldn't be wasted on you, would it?

You crawl over to me, and almost as an after thought I lock the door behind me. I watch you coming, raised eyebrow, you are so aggressive tonight Kuroro. I let you straddle me before I pull your face down to mine, attacking your mouth viciously, you open for me, and I suck your tongue with my own, you love this, I know from the way you make that small sound and rub against my crotch, you're already hard; that's interesting. Something has really gotten you worked up tonight. Does this heist mean so much to you? Or is it something else?

Your hands are crawling all over me and I almost start when you drag your nails over my nipples, the pain is sharp, and it sends blood downward in my body. You want the kind of rough treatment that I can give, Kuroro? I sit up, forcing you on your knees, breaking our kiss, your bottom lip is cut a little and I touch it tenderly, wiping the blood up with my finger before licking it away. So sweet.

You rock against my body, eyes half closed, hands toying with my chest, I can tell by the way your fingers run as low as you can get them that you want to play with me but your own actions stand in your way, to play with my cock you'd have to stop rocking against me.

We're both still wearing pants; I think this will have to change, out of the goodness of my heart. Providing I have one.

"What's got you so worked up, Danshou?" I whisper, I grab hold of your zipper and draw it down; you have to stop rocking against me, and maybe that's a good thing, getting too excited will waste all the time I have to fuck you. Do you think tonight you can get me in check? No, I doubt it; you don't have the control over yourself to take me. You moan softly, pressing against my hand; I trace the outline of your hardness lightly, watching the way you squirm. I sigh and flip the button open on your pants, your hardness perks up; you never wear underwear.

It's so ridiculous; one day I think you'll go to the bathroom and then Ryodan will hear a scream, and you'll have lost something very important to you because you zipped yourself up before you got your cock back into your pants.

I push your pants down and pull a bottle of lube from another pocket in my pants, I wonder if you'll ever realize that my pants are practically a collection of pockets, artfully arranged so no one realizes exactly that. I must ask one day, before I fight you.

You frown at me, shaking your head and indicating my rather submissive posture under you. I ignore your look and lean forward, brushing my lips over your throbbing organ. You draw in such a quick breath that I can almost hear a gasp under it. Your hands slid over my shoulders for support, I'm sitting with your cock in my face and although I can easily bend to all positions; you yourself cannot. I unscrew the lid of the lube and force your legs apart; one leg falls to the floor and now you're half standing, half sitting. Can you hold it?

While I generously lubricate my fingers behind your waist, I begin suckling on your engrossed dick; licking along the throbbing veins like a child with a misshaped lollipop. Your hands tremble on my shoulders, your breath is so erratic I almost worry that you will cum too soon. That would be most disappointing Kuroro.

I know how much you can usually take before exploding; how far I can push you; but there's always an exception. Do you remember the time with the candles? You thought you were so clever; finally managing to dominate me but in the end your five minutes of bliss turned into twenty minutes of pure whiteout, when I fucked you almost into unconsciousness.

Oh, I have no doubt why you keep coming back to me, none of the other Ryodan can go as deep, or as long as I can. I should know, I've played around with a few of them. Nothing compared to you, mere specks of momentary conquest that do not even compare to the experience of you. Am I an addiction, Kuroro? Could you stop fucking with me at any point in time you wanted to?

Your ass is so nicely spread from your current position, I slither my slick fingers between your globes and watch your expression as you groan, fingers suddenly interested in combing through my hair. Oh yes, you like pain as much as I do sometimes, don't you? Your body presses back against my invading fingers and I slip my middle finger into your tight passage.

I can't help but wonder sometimes if you use Nen to keep yourself so tight. I've no doubt you have sex every night; I know you too well to doubt that but whenever you fuck with me, you're always so tight. Is it Nen, or is it a natural ability?

Would you just smile if I asked? Probably. Oh how that turns me on. You're so amazing, Kuroro.

The irony of our position doesn't escape me, we're practically fucking each other right now but as I stroke your cock with my tongue, sliding drops of precum over your own shaft, mixing it with saliva; I know I need to stop or you will give yourself up. The leather seat creaks as I draw my head back, my spine moving with the flow. You gasp, even though you are disappointed, the pain from my finger inside you is just as good, if not better. Oh fuck, Kuroro, no wonder you come back to me all the time, it must hurt so much when I'm inside you. I don't know if anyone else notices how much of a sadist you are, you'd enjoy being killed because of the pain, I'd imagine.

I push a second finger into your passage, and you whimper, head rolling forward as you push into the feeling. If it weren't for the physics of actually being able to get into your body before I loosen you, then I would just take you now, enjoying the way you cry out at the pain. You cry out anyway, Lucifer, you know that? I can't even imagine how good it feels for you sometimes, because I've seen you in the middle of a brawl, and not once have you cried out. Are there different kinds of pain you enjoy?

You bend forward awkwardly and slip a hand into the waistband of my pants. I lick my lips when you stroke the head of my cock, sending more blood to that region. Oh you are so aggressive tonight, Kuroro.

"What has flipped your switch so much?" I ask again. I'm really interested to find out.

You just shrug, like you don't know and I shove a third finger into you pushing deep enough to hit your prostate. I pull your face down and lick off the blood from your lower lip that's run down your chin. You squirm, the position is painful for you to maintain and I know better than to force you to maintain it. I let you straighten up a little, watching your features as this action forces my fingers deeper. You know I'll fuck you soon enough and I can tell you're hot for it; your fingers spread my precum over my cock, rubbing me harshly and possessively. I'm not a toy Kuroro, you can't own me like the rest of the spiders. But I bet you'll remember soon enough, you seem to get really talkative when I'm banging you.

You're panting now, beads of sweat drip from your forehead and I watch a small tremor pass through you; you're so close, but you don't cum until I'm in you, you know that rule, don't you?

I sigh, pulling my fingers from your body. You moan, curving your spine as if trying to hold onto the feeling. I pull you onto me, bringing you down and back onto the seat so you can straddle me. Your hand presses against my cock; reminding me that I can't go any further until I've taken my pants off. I glance at your own pants, they've slipped down around your thighs, but I know how annoying they could get. I shrug, pull you up and remove your hand from my pants before I begin removing them. Your eyes follow my movements for a while before you seem to clue in that you need to get rid of your own pants too. I watch as you clumsily throw them over the passenger seat, then twist to watch me.

I smirk at your lust filled obsidian eyes and trace my cock with a finger suggestively; you make this tiny sound; like a swallowed command of undress. I kick my pants off and you snatch them and chuck them offendingly into the driver's side front seat. I pull you back onto me, positioning you so that you'll be riding me. Your eyes widen at the obvious suggestion. "You wanted to be in control, Danshou." I murmur to your surprised expression. You narrow those dark orbs and impale yourself in one swift motion.

It's all I can do to watch your face with my large cock embedded right up your tight, moist little ass. The way you cry out can be so erotic sometimes. When we fight, will you cry out like that, begging for it, begging to try your skills against me? Who would win? You or me… which of us is the better fighter?

I wrap my hands around your slim hips and lift you up with ease, your eyes snap open, realizing my intent, and you make a whimpered sound as I let your own weight carry you back down the length of my cock, you rock back just slightly and your spine straightens. I love the feel of your hot, tight body, the way your walls pull at my flesh; as if trying to swallow me whole, squeezing me so tight. And I know it feels good for you, my cock fills you so completely, and right now, it pushes so hard against your prostate, I watch the tremors run through your body, you're fighting not to let go of your cum right this instant. Is it such a hard battle? Does it make your insides squirm, just trying to stop your own seed from spreading all over our chests?

Your arms shake as you lift yourself and slam back down on my shaft, riding me so hard, so deep. I watch your panting face, the way you draw your nails down your own chest, making tiny little red lines. I'm the only one who does this to you, aren't I? I could make you cum, just like this, fucking you senseless without even touching your aching cock. But that's not how it works, and you know it.

I bend forward, I'm double jointed, and you relish this fact as I slid my tongue over your slit, licking up the pearly cum that gathers there. You gasp, body arching toward me while you ride me. Your whole expression clouds over and you shudder again, I watch the way your muscles ripple. How hard is it for you right now? I don't even know how much it must be an effort to keep yourself from exploding.

I toy with you for a little longer but I can tell you can't handle much more. I wonder sometimes if you're easy to cum, but you're not; in fact you hold on longer than anyone else does, I know how to play these games. You lift yourself again and on the way down I thrust my hips up to meet yours. That's it for you, your cum splurts out into my mouth and I pull back, swallowing your essence slowly. Simply amazing, Kuroro, you're simply amazing.

You shudder atop my rigid shaft, body exhausted in the wake of your release, but you know it's not over yet, I can tell from the look you give me, almost pleading for what you know I'm going to do.

I smirk at you, rolling and smoothly sliding so that you're under me, I can go so much deeper now. I push you're knees back, I can barely make out the difference between your short hair and the dark seat covers. You're hands find the arm rest and you grip it, staring at me as if this might hurt. It probably does, ne, Kuroro?

"Hisoka…" You choke my name out briefly, but I pull out and slam back into your body before you can draw air, you writhe, I've hit your prostate, and it must hurt, mustn't it? I watch your face as I slam into your tight body; tears squeeze from your eyes with every hit and you shudder, you sometimes get to a point when you're still shuddering even after we've finished hours ago. I wonder what the rest of the Ryodan think of this. Would they be embarrassed to hear the way the leather seats creak and groan as our sweaty bodies fuck on them?

"What got you so worked up, Kuroro-kun?" I ask softly. I can go like this for hours, you know that very well, I've made sure you're aware that I won't stop until I've gotten my enjoyment. Gods you make me so fucking excited, Kuroro.

"A-Ah, the a-uctions… ah…" You can't even seem to breathe properly around your words, and I slam into you as hard as I can a few times, enjoying the tight press of your walls around me, I can feel my own heartbeat while I watch your expression; you look like it hurts so much that you should be bleeding to death. You are bleeding, I can see the trickle of blood between your thighs, but you always bleed when I fuck you, whether it's hard or soft. I've never been measured, but I'm not modest about it; I go in deep, don't I Kuroro?

I thought it might be that, and I smirk in satisfaction. Do I know you well Kuroro? Or was it obvious? Would the other Ryodan have thought that? Would they have noticed it?

You close your eyes and make a whimpering sound as I continue, your cock is getting hard again, and so it should. One day, I'll make you go blind, won't I? Is that why you try to get me to cum quickly? You've gotten me so excited tonight. I want you so badly. So badly it must hurt me sometimes. What turns me on the most is the thought of which of us would win, when I finally get to fight you. Would I taste your blood? Or would you kill me? Actually kill me, Kuroro? How long would it take you to steal my Nen?

I lick my lips, and I taste you on them. Ahh yes, I just swallowed your cum, didn't I Kuroro?

I sigh, I can feel my own heartbeat echoing in my ears, and the soft ringing that comes when I'm about to cum. I love cumming inside of you Kuroro, I love the way your tight walls milk it right out of me. And you shudder when I do, like it's you releasing. Or is it reassuring that I can't keep going? That you've finally gotten to me?

You arch against me as I shove in violently and your walls just squeeze me so hard that its impossible for me to keep back. Do you know how fucking good that feels, that burning whiteness that just consumes me?

You're still shuddering even when I pull out; I watch the way you shudder, hands trying to pull your body up so you can get dressed.

"Do you need help, Danshou?"

You glance at me and smirk. A nod of your head.

I give you your look. I love it when you can't get dressed on your own.

~Owari.

Sweet notes: I need to go take a shower. A very, very cold shower. Please review in the meantime. I hope you enjoyed it!