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The sun glittered through the curtains the next morning, casting Hisoka in a soft honey glow. The light peeking through cast his hair in a bubblegum pink shade. His soft snores were muffled by the pillow, and you rubbed your eyes, turning to face him. Hisoka was sound asleep on his chest, his back rising and falling with calming breaths. The twelve legged spider tattoo with the red four on the thorax caught your attention, your hand having a mind of its own and tracing its outline. You were careful not to wake him, humming a melody to yourself until he woke up.
Hisoka could feel the feather light touches against his back, along his second skin as you traced a familiar pattern. He’d all but completely forgotten about the existence of the troupe tattoo between his shoulder blades. He closed his eyes, hoping you couldn’t tell he was awake. He wanted to listen to your humming some more, your soft voice coaxing him from slumber. He stirred under the sheets, the weight of your body pressing against his own, warm and inviting, caused him to shift. You shimmied a bit to give him more room, and in the light of the early morning sun, he would’ve thought you to be a deity. Your skin glistened with the glow of the previous nights events, and, as he looked closer, the marks he’d tainted your skin with had darkened into shades of plum and burgundy.
He looked down at himself, and was certain beforehand that he wasn’t much better off. He was right. You had claimed the others bodies in multiple ways, painting your lust onto the others empty canvas. The soft linen bedsheet draped your waist, and he chased the hills and valleys of the fabric, pulling you by the hip and placing a kiss to your lips. After a couple minutes, he pulled away with a satisfied groan. He laid on his back, pulling you to his chest and allowing your nude body to slot with his own.
“Did it hurt?” You tapped his shoulder, gesturing to the tatoo. He hummed, sitting up and pulling the second skin off his back. You gasped, watching as it turned into a white rag. “You know,” a smirk played at your lips, causing Hisoka to hum. “I was seriously about to ask ’oh my god how’d you do that’ and then I remembered who I was talking to.” Hisoka rolled his eyes, turning on his hip so he caged you with his body.
“Careful what you say, little spade, I’m a dangerous man.” You quirked your brow in amusement. “This tattoo was a fake. In order to fight Chrollo, I had to gain his trust. The only way one could go about that would be to join the phantom troupe. Then,” he tossed the rag aside, letting it hit the floor with a dull thump. “Once I realized I couldn’t fight him; not because I was incapable, but because he was never interested, I decided he wasn’t worth it. Broken toys are of no use or importance to me.” You nodded sleepily, turning your head down to hide your yawn. “Ever since I left a couple years ago, I haven’t looked back. I’m just trying to keep moving forward at this point.”
“Where would you go?” You asked. He frowned, his lips pursed in concentration, before shrugging. “Do you want to hunt still?” He nodded, talking absently about where his ideal home would be, what it would be filled with. “Why not make a home in Yorknew City?” His eyes widened at the suggestion. Make a home?! “Don’t look so scared, Hisoka.” You rubbed his arm. “I’ve got fuck loads of money saved from hunting, I’m sure you’re the same,” you looked to him for confirmation, and he nodded, still deep in thought. “Why not move there? We can start living, Hisoka. We can have a wedding,” Hisoka looked down at your bare hand, then to his own, “maybe entertain the thought of a few futures down the line, get some pets,” you listed on, and the more you talked about it, the better it sounded.
“Is that something you’d want?” Hisoka said your name. He was worried about keeping you satisfied, about keeping you safe. Yorknew was pretty crime heavy, and he knew you could handle it, but he hated the idea of you in danger without him there to help.
“Anywhere is home, so long as I’m with you, Hisoka.” He blinked back tears, falling onto his elbows on top of you. Your bent knees rocked his hips side to side, pulling a smile from his stern features.
“Would you like that?” He asked, saying your name, tilting your face up to his. “Would you be happy living in Yorknew, with me.” You rolled your eyes, leaning up to press your lips against his. At the motion, his body sank on top of yours.
“Yes,” you nodded. “I’d love that, Hisoka.” He wrapped your legs around his hips, guiding you on top of himself. The bedsheet fell from your body, allowing Hisoka a full view of your torso. He let his hands trail your perimeter, smiling up at you as you leaned in to kiss him.
“Splendid,” your lips connected briefly. “Let’s get started.”