A/N - Hey guys! So, I don't know how good this will be. I've been out the game for quite some time, so I cannot attest to its quality. Just know that I tried my best. It's just smut essentially. Please let me know what you think. Between homeschooling my son and teleworking, it's been rough. Be safe out there, and listen to the precautions. This COVID-19 shit ain't no joke! Chapter contains LEMON (but you know that). NSFW!

Sooner or Later

Ch. 2

Hisoka's breaths were deep, even, and utterly relaxed. His hair, usually brushed back and styled with mousse, was disheveled. Machi could remember running her hands through the soft pink strands, clawing his scalp, his back, and his ass as she was writhing, shaking, coming.

Coming. Oh, yes. Harder than she ever had in her life. She shivered just thinking about it.

She'd have never thought such a ridiculous person could fuck with such intensity and attentiveness. But Hisoka had been thorough. One of the best she'd ever had.

Of course, she would never tell him that. Machi refused to give him any credit whatsoever, regardless of how her body still craved him. Never mind that he most likely knew, what with the way she'd moaned like a complete and wanton whore for him.

No, she didn't have to tell him at all. Hisoka already knew how he'd pleased her, how he'd broken her. It angered Machi greatly to see how weak she'd become.

His face was pristine, his lips blushed from all the kissing they'd done. Long, dark lashes lay against his cheeks. Machi realized she grudgingly liked his nose. It was slightly upturned, and fit his sly expression perfectly.

It made her want to punch that pert little nose.

She considered his neck. The apple of Hisoka's throat, quite pronounced, bobbed gently as he swallowed in his sleep. She'd kissed that protrusion many times throughout the night, had sucked and licked it.

She could see marks scattered about that were undoubtedly made by her teeth and lips. Evidence of her lack of control and discipline. She could change that.

Putting aside the memories, Machi raised the small blade she'd taken from its hiding place under her pillow. She laid it against Hisoka's skin with the pressure of a mosquito alighting. He continued to sleep.

It would be so easy to draw it across that pale skin, to watch the red blood bubble up and spray as it soaked the bed. With this, her mission would be complete. All she had to do was drag the blade across just so...

Despite how simple the act should have been and how long she had waited for this opportunity, hesitation plagued her. She could do it. She knew she should do it; finally kill Hisoka. Avenge Chrollo. He deserved nothing less than to never wake again!

And sleep he did. Had he not sensed the danger he was in? Hisoka slept on without a care in the world. It pissed Machi off.

How could such an evil, twisted beast sleep so restfully? Machi frowned in disgust, remembering Chrollo's broken corpse as she and the Troupe had laid him to rest. How had the world birthed such a man? More importantly, how could she hunger for him as she did?

Even as she tried to make the move to kill him, her body was in a constant state of arousal just being near him, always craving him. Addicted.

Even as her hand tensed against the blade, other, more intimate parts remembered Hisoka's skills. Remembered the texture and movement of his fingers and lips. The fullness of his cock. The way he would move his tongue so quickly, she-

"Well?" Hisoka's low, sleep-roughened voice suddenly purred, causing Machi to startle. The blade just barely grazed his skin, causing a small bead of blood to well up and slowly drizzle down his [ale skin to the sheets below. His eyelids slowly opened, golden eyes boring into hers. Those eyes that saw right through her.

Hisoka wasn't bothered in the least. "Are you finally going to do it, little Machi?"

Machi didn't bother to complain. No doubt Hisoka would be calling her "little Machi" until she finally killed him. She could silence the stupid moniker forever, right now, if she but made the move.

Why couldn't she move?

Hisoka studied his prey. Her breasts, only slightly covered by the bedsheets, rose and fell quickly. A delightful blush had broken out just below her collarbone. The nipples had already beaded beneath the cloth. He felt his mouth water remembering the taste of them.

He had a feeling he'd be partaking again soon.

She stared at him as though transfixed, a sparrow caught in the gaze of a viper. He smiled inwardly. You are mine.

Slowly, confidently, Hisoka brought his hand up, encompassing Machi's as he used his other to gently take the knife from her small fingers. Bringing the weapon up toward her face, he held the back of her head, fingers lacing through her messy, pink strands.

Urging her forward so that she rested against his bare chest, gaze lifted, he brought the broad side of the blade to her mouth. "You've made such a mess," he murmured, his voice soothing the fear that had begun to gather.

His eyes narrowed. "Clean it up."

Defenseless, and now held under the spell of Hisoka's eyes, those eyes that seemed to strip her of her very will only to replace it with hedonistic compulsion, Machi opened her mouth. The cold hardness of the blade touched her tongue, bringing with it the metallic saline flavor of Hisoka's blood.

The very thought should have repulsed her, yet Machi found the taste fascinating, enthralling. Mindful of the sharp edge, she cleaned first one side of the knife, then the other, taking the few drops of crimson fluid onto her tongue.

Already her body was quickening at the first touch of his hands. Machi closed her eyes.

She didn't notice Hisoka had removed the knife until she felt his mouth cover her own. His lips were firm, controlling. The hand buried in her hair clenched into a fist, pulling her hair tight and angling her head for better access.

As he tasted her mouth, she felt him guiding her more completely over his supine body. When the covers bunched around her, he used his other hand to impatiently throw them aside, exposing her. Suddenly, Machi found herself straddling him as he continued to kiss her.

As she kissed him back.

His body was hard and unyielding, but the part of him nudging her backside was even more so. The feel of his turgid, rigid flesh coaxed a tremor that ran the length of her body as her core readied for him.

He finally broke to breathe. Machi kept her eyes closed, afraid of what she would see in his eyes, afraid of what she would do when she saw.

"Look at me," she heard her lover say.

No, she thought. At least this way I can be something of myself, instead of this weak-willed thing I've become.

How shameful. If she could just keep from looking at him, she could snap out of it and finally honor her leader by culling one of their most-hated enemies.

He had killed Chrollo! Her mind remembered that fact, but her body...

"Open your eyes, little Machi," Hisoka whispered against her mouth. When she still resisted, his hands came to her waist. She was lifted, shifted, and slowly impaled on his length.

Machi eyes flew open at the sudden sensation. Her mouth was agape as the breath rushed from her lungs. Her core squelched as it was filled, betraying extreme arousal. When her eyes met his, Hisoka gave one of his smirks.

"Good girl." His fingers dug into her hips as he raised her, nearly leaving her completely before he pulled her back down onto his thrusting hips, penetrating deeply again and again.

He kept her gaze enthralled, as his hands continued to guide her, his pelvis rising to meet hers as he pulled her down.

He was not unaffected. His breathing had sped up to match hers, and his eyes, though still open, were at half mast, as though he were fighting the urge to close them.

Machi felt herself starting to get caught once again in the rising tide of pleasure. Hisoka's persistent gaze, the confidence in his hands and movements, were enough to quell all resistance.

"Do it, Machi," Hisoka grunted. "Kill me." He finally gave in, closing his eyes.

She joined him then, grinding her hips, gratification coming in his roughly drawn breath and low, poorly-concealed groan. So she was not the only slave to this depravity, this uncontrollable urge to rut with this man whom she hated more than anything.

Or did she? Did she really hate Hisoka?

Machi didn't know anymore.

He bent her forward, one large hand coaxing her face closer as they continued to fervently fuck one another. Machi revelled in his scent and the excitement that, in this moment, only she caused.

She kissed him below his ear, her tongue tracing the shell and delving inside for a brief moment. His hands were busy, one encouraging her exploration with caresses while the other kept her hips moving.

Her lips moved to a cheek, lower, until she found the small cut she'd made, the wound only slightly oozing blood. Before she could think twice, her mouth was there, her tongue and lips working against his hot skin.

Hisoka stiffened under her for the barest moment, his breath hitching in his chest.

He let out a groan from deep in his throat, almost a growl against her ear, his arm coming around her body while the other tunneled into her hair, holding her head firm and forcing her to look him in the eye. All the while, his hips pummeled her.

Before long it wasn't enough. Machi was turned quickly onto her back, Hisoka's hand guiding a leg high up against his hip. He penetrated again, deep, intensifying the pleasure to an incomprehensible level.

Gasping, Machi threw her head back against the covers, her brain overflowing with sensation.

Oh my god…

She'd never felt...this was unusual. How was Hisoka able to make her body react this way? She was no blushing virgin. She had experienced sex on more than a few occasions. But this was on a whole different level.

She'd never been so hot, felt this sensitive, in her life. Her body was on fire.

Machi didn't have time to contemplate. Hisoka adjusted his seat again, his hands snaking under her, tilting her hips upward just slightly. His cock slid against a new area deep inside, sending her into a mental tailspin.

She flew apart in seconds, Hisoka's merciless movements wrenching a violent, vicious orgasm from her small body.

Machi didn't know what happened immediately after. She only knew that some time later, she woke with Hisoka still inside her. He was thrusting slowly, and when she opened her eyes, it was to see him grinning down at her.

"There you are," Hisoka purred. His eyes were hungry, lustful. "You kept me waiting."

A spark of annoyance ran through her. She hated that smile, that expression that spoke of his victory over her, of his knowledge that her body not so secretly ignited at his touch.

"I hate you," she grouched at him, her anger simmering even as her body started to catch flame. "You're so damned full of yourself!"

He only grinned. Then his Nen was suddenly there, binding her wrists, pulling them above her head toward the headboard. Taking advantage of the way the position raised her breasts, Hisoka latched his lips around one of her hard nipples.

Machi arched her back as he suckled, and when he raised his eyes to hers, she'd forgotten her anger.

"Funny," he said, as he began to fuck her slowly, deeply. "So are you."

Her tender, hypersensitive flesh welcomed every stroke, every caress, her neurons firing off signals to her overstimulated brain. His movements increased in speed and urgency, and she had the barely lucid thought that maybe Hisoka intended to fuck her to death.

What a way to go for the spider who had failed in her mission to kill the clown. Perhaps it was what she deserved.

As the pleasure built, Machi could no longer think straight. She no longer cared about her mission, her failure, the guilt, not even about Chrollo. All she knew was sensation, of the moist smacking of flesh against flesh, of being filled perfectly.

It was as though she were shaped for this man.

When she opened her eyes, Machi saw Hisoka's face creased in concentration, his eyes focused at their joining, his mouth opened as he moved with deep, smooth strokes. He must have felt her watching him, because his head lifted, and their eyes met and held.

She placed her hands on his face, only then realizing he'd released Bungee Gum as she pulled him into her lips.

As their tongues swirled, a thrill ran through her body just before her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out raggedly. Her arms held onto Hisoka tight, as if he were a lifeline in her release.

Hisoka wasn't long after her, groaning against her neck and thrusting fast and hard as he shuddered once, twice, before collapsing on top of her.

Eventually, he rolled slightly to his side, taking her with him. She was draped over him, his softening length still within her. Too tired and exhausted to care, Machi floated toward unconsciousness, Hisoka's hand tenderly stroking her back.

What? How weird, she thought to herself.

She would never have thought he could be gentle.

Machi slowly opened her eyes. The room slowly came into focus. Gray. The room was so gray. It was early morning, so the sun was barely over the horizon. With all the tall buildings around, there would be shade for a while yet.

She sat up with a groan. Ugh. How was it possible to sleep yet still wake up exhausted? Oh! She swung her head around, but the other side of the bed was vacant.

Hisoka wasn't there.

Machi tamped down the slight disappointment she felt. This was a good thing, wasn't it? She got up on shaky legs, cringing at how sore she was. She got in the shower, sighing under the soothing hot water.

Hisoka had awakened her twice more during the night. She remembered sensing movement, and when she'd opened her eyes, his head had been between her legs.

He hadn't stopped until she'd come twice on his tongue. Even then, he'd still fucked her to within an inch of her life, like he just couldn't get enough.

The next time she woke to find him spooning her, one hand below tickling her wetness, his other fondling a nipple as his mouth suckled her neck. It hadn't been long before he'd lifted her leg and entered her slickness from behind.

Machi could feel herself growing aroused all over again under the shower spray, thinking about thick pink hair in her hands and narrow hips between her thighs. She quickly finished and got out.

She couldn't let him affect her this way! She still had a mission to accomplish, and she would do it. She would!

Donning her clothing, she went to the check out, only to find that the room had been paid through an extra day. Apparently she was checking out early, just before breakfast could be brought to the room, another extra Hisoka had paid for.

What is his deal? She thought to herself. They'd fucked, a lot, but that didn't mean they were lovers. Quite the opposite. She was here to end his life. He didn't need to treat her to anything!

Anything else, her guilty mind whispered.

She left the hotel in a huff then went in pursuit of breakfast. She refused to take advantage of the hotel's amenities any longer, not if Hisoka had paid for it.

She had her pride after all.

Finding a diner that looked like it might pass health codes, Machi sat down to breakfast and pondered her next move. She'd have to start from scratch. Maybe she could pick up Hisoka's trail again. This time she'd find a way to dispose of him from afar.

Obviously getting close to him was too dangerous. She blushed, ashamed for the shock of arousal that ran through her at the slightest thought of that man. Dammit! How could he affect her in such a way, after just one night?

The vibration of her phone jarred her from her thoughts. She'd gotten a text. She frowned. She didn't recognize this number. Opening the message, her face instantly heated.

I can't wait to taste you again, Little Machi.

I can't wait to break you.

Soon... 3

Machi slammed her phone down with an indignant huff. She had to get rid of him. Now. She didn't even bother to ask how he'd gotten her number.

Looking through the glass windows of the diner, she wondered if Hisoka was watching her, even now. She had to stop her hand from reflexively coming up to check her hair. Ridiculous.

Hisoka smiled. She'd reacted just as he'd expected. Her fierceness was one of the things that pleased him most, and that ferocity had flowed over in the sheets. Even now, he wanted her.

And even now, he knew she wouldn't resist. For all her talk about revenge, her body had made a lie of her. A warm, slick, erotic lie. Her body was made for him, and he would have her again.

But he would play her little game. For now. He would see if his little Machi, for she was his, would do what she had been so determined to do.

Doubtful, but maybe she'd surprise him. He left her to her stewing.

Hisoka licked his lips.

He liked surprises.