Work Text:
“So this is what it takes?”
Chrollo examines the former No. 4, who is shirtless and sporting a mocking, twisted grin. In what Chrollo supposes is meant as a dash of salt, the taller man has reinstated his temporary tattoo in a dark blot across his back, and is taking pains to spin into positions where Chrollo cannot help but see it.
“To excite you,” Chrollo clarifies. His expression is, deliberately, bored. He takes care not to strain against the rubbery substance holding his limbs immobile. “Dominance? How predictable, Hisoka.”
“I wouldn’t speak so casually if I were you,” Hisoka responds, idly running a finger up his own spine, scratching lightly at the center of the spider’s body. “I am indeed excited, Danchou. Although this is a little too easy to get me completely fired up.”
Chrollo is stripped of his clothes, but remains flaccid. “If you want to have the fun I think you’re seeking this time,” he says, with a disinterested glance at Hisoka’s growing erection, “You will need to figure out how to get me fired up.”
“You’re looking,” taunts Hisoka.
“For informational purposes only.” Chrollo shifts his gaze in a slow roll to the ceiling, letting a lazy smile creep across his face.
“The last time we met, it wasn’t for la petite mort, now, was it?” Hisoka removes his hand from his spine and begins to stroke himself lightly. “I can make you do whatever I want you to do. You can try to resist—although, knowing you as I do, you’re not one for that type of play. What shall I do with you, then, pretty thing?”
He comes close, closer. Chrollo feels hot breath against his cheek and chin. “I can make you excited against your will, Danchou. It will be the ultimate pleasure to see you begging like a little bitch after I’ve broken down your facade. But how shall I do it?”
“Release the bungee gum,” says Chrollo, steadily. “Do it now, Hisoka. This is your one and only warning.”
Hisoka laughs, draws slightly away. He is fully hard and continuing to touch himself. “Or what, pray tell?” His free hand wanders to explore between Chrollo’s bound legs. “Shall we begin in the traditional manner?”
“Do you want to find out how easily dominance can be flipped?” Chrollo looks at the ceiling again, then in a calculated manner, scans the room, careful to retain a careless expression. When his eyes fall upon the nightstand, he registers the stack of books resting up on it quickly in his mind, then resumes eye contact with Hisoka.
“I’m living proof of that, aren’t I?” Hisoka kneels in front of Chrollo and begins to lower his mouth.
“Release the gum,” Chrollo repeats.
“Don’t strain against it,” cautions Hisoka. “You’ll just hurt yourself. And it’s futile.” He runs his tongue, lightly, over Chrollo’s still-soft cock.
“One last time.” Chrollo’s voice is low and measured. “Release the gum.”
When Hisoka does not respond, Chrollo sighs. "All right then. A small favor?"
"Hmmm?" Hisoka purrs, curling up an octave at the end.
"Close the window. The breeze is unpleasant. Chilly."
"Fair enough," singsongs Hisoka. He rises up and swiftly slams the bedroom window shut, then returns to take Chrollo fulliy into his mouth.
Chrollo closes his eyes and tightens his face in concentration.
A sudden flinch. “What the—“ Hisoka swats at the back of his neck.
“Get your face out of my crotch and look around,” states Chrollo.
Hisoka gives another of his mocking laughs. “I’m the one issuing commands, love.” He abruptly flinches again. “What trick is this, Chrollo? Remote kisses to the nape of my neck?”
“I said, look,” Chrollo emphasizes.
“Not until I get you hard,” croons Hisoka. “Give in, Danchou, stop gritting your teeth and thinking about buckets of cold water.” Closing his eyes, he takes Chrollo’s cock in his mouth again, sucking in an expert, steady draw.
“If you insist that you will not look around,” Chrollo says, “then look at your hand.”
Hisoka opens his eyes. There are handprints of shimmering white staining Chrollo’s pale body. Startled, he looks at his palm, which is also glowing.
“Touch the back of your neck,” Chrollo directs.
Hisoka, reluctantly, feels behind. His eyes grow wide.
“Look around, Hisoka.”
Hisoka, who has gone stiff all over, obeys this time. In the semi-darkened room, two large, glowing skeletal white creatures drift gracefully through the air, coiling in circles up toward the ceiling, then down in an unhurried path to Hisoka’s neck.
A soft kiss. Hisoka does not feel any pain, but when he touches himself, he finds another deep crater in his skin.
“What is this, Danchou?” Hisoka’s tone is murderous. The creatures continue their slow airborne swim, chasing each other without haste around the perimeters of the bedroom.
“For the fourth time,” says Chrollo. “Release the gum. Do it now.”
“No,” snaps Hisoka. “I can counteract this—“
“They’ll devour your flesh. You’re not feeling a thing, are you? Just a little—“ Chrollo makes a snick noise with his tongue. “You can’t counteract them. I control them.”
“How are you controlling any ability?” Hisoka is visibly trying to stem concern. The creatures begin to sink from the ceiling down toward his back. “You’re not holding that book of yours.”
“I have a little trick,” states Chrollo. “I always keep my place with a bookmark when I’m deep into a story, don’t you? So much more civilized than dog-earing the page.”
One creature dives abruptly and takes a nibble at Hisoka’s spine, leaving an abscess the size of a small lemon. “Release my hands, at least, Hisoka,” draws Chrollo. “I’ll hold them off. Just the hands for right now.”
“You will pay dearly for this,” warns Hisoka, but when Chrollo raises an eyebrow and both creatures twist in a teasing, incandescent tango, he reluctantly sets Chrollo’s hands free.
“That’s good,” nods Chrollo. “Now, I’m going to show you, again, how easily dominance can be flipped. Come close, Hisoka.”
The creatures rise to the ceiling and bob gently against it, like silver helium balloons released indoors at a children’s birthday party. Hisoka sets his jaw. “What do you have in mind?”
Chrollo, contemplatively, touches between his legs with one freed hand. “A real kiss,” he says. “Come kiss me.”
When Hisoka does not move, Chrollo laughs. “Scared?” He strokes himself as Hisoka was doing earlier. “Just a kiss, Hisoka. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I’m not scared of you.” Hisoka’s voice is gravelly.
“Prove it.”
Hisoka slowly bends his lips down to touch Chrollo’s. As the kiss deepens and becomes mobile, Chrollo tenderly places his hands on either side of Hisoka’s face.
“Open your eyes, Hisoka.”
Hisoka flutters his eyelids, feeling an inexplicable dread in the pit of his stomach.
He looks into the eyes of the man he is embracing.
His own golden, catlike eyes stare back at him. His own, mocking grin flashes.
Hisoka runs a frantic eye down his arms. His skin has turned ghost-white. A lurid spider adorns his right bicep.
“Dominance,” Hisoka hears his own voice saying. “It is a funny thing, isn’t it? So easily flipped.”
Above them, the glowing creatures continue their languid circles.