Title: The Odds of Two

Author: Rayne (rayne00@dngmail.com)

Pairing: two odd people that would DEFINITELY make an odd couple

Rating: NC-17, BEWARE…IT’S DAMN YAOI! Alternative Universe, or somewhere near that genre since I don’t know where to place this in the manga or the anime

Warning: Slight curses, full-blown sex, YAOI, and I haven’t watched the full series nor read the manga

Disclaimers: I don’t own the characters in this fic, just borrowing them, please don’t sue me.

Archive: I still have no idea, but if you ask properly…

Notes: My first venture into an HXH fic. Who would’ve thought it was damn hard…aside from the statement: I’m still trying to process it in my head that I wrote /this/ (the last time I wrote anything with sex was when I wrote that SD SenRu fic). ::shudders:: And don’t ask about the pairing. Just don’t.

More notes: Flame me and I’m gonna kick your ass. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. And IT’S YAOI so don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Kurapika glared, marching up ahead. His blue eyes flashed, annoyed. Three days. For three days he’d been looking for a decent place to stay over while he looked for a job. Three days since he’d separated from the others. He marched on, turning his head side to side, he saw a brief flash of white paper posted on the wall. In bold letters, it inscribed:

The barest of smile grazed the blonde’s lips as he snatched the paper and walked on ahead. <Three miles.> Without a second thought, his walk came to a sprint, and finally to a full-blown run towards ‘Harwon’.

When he got there, the whole place was packed with people, more of drunkards, sitting around. The ‘Harwon’ place very much looked like a bar. <A filthy one, that is.> He growled, pushing his way through. As much as he didn’t like it, there was no choice, or rather, there was- it was either spend a night here or out in the streets. And here sounded much better by all means. He trudged up to where a seemingly old, friendly bartender was wiping glasses with a clean white cloth.

"Excuse me sir?"

The old man turned to him, smiling. "Yes?"

"I’d like to inquire…about the available rooms." Kurapika reached inside his cloak, pulling out a folded sheet of paper, he handed it over, pointing to the ad.

"Oh, this." It was a mere murmur, and the old bartender stroked his beard, the other hand clutching the paper. "Well kid, I’m afraid we don’t have any rooms left, unless you’re willing to share."

<Share?> Kurapika forced a smile of politeness. "I guess so."

At his smile, the old bartender beamed, moving out of the counter to pat Kurapika in the back. "Well then, we have your room up stairs, why not take a look at it?"

Kurapika followed, walking up the stairs and straight the corridor, until the bartender paused in front of a middle-sized, wooden door. He reached out a hand, testing the doorknob, and was surprised to see that it wasn’t locked. He pushed it, peeking a head in, before looking back out and smiling once more to Kurapika. "Well, it seems your roommate isn’t here yet. But don’t worry, he seems to be a nice man, and a funny man at that. Good luck kid."

The old man pushed him, opening the door so that Kurapika stumbled helplessly inside. Then, the bartender turned a heel sharply, as if purposely avoiding meeting the room’s owner, speaking with his back turned. "Oh, and I give you half the price for that room."

Kurapika growled, dusting himself off. He was about to run after the old man when a sudden movement to his side caught his attention. He whirled, poised and ready to take action. Only to pause in mid-stride. There stood someone, obviously dripping wet, the towel around his waist not even enough to cover the bare essentials of finely sculpted features. And to the blonde, he seemed very familiar.

"Hello kid."

The man’s tone held a familiarity to it and with a chain of memories, Kurapika’s eyes shot open, glaring. No, no this couldn’t be…after all…

"Who are you?"

He purposely made the words drawl, tilting his chin up. Kurapika continued to stare, his blue eyes taking in different shades. He was walking, almost unconsciously backing up. Blue eyes met calm greyish ones and even without the answer, Kurapika knew who his supposed ‘roommate’ was.

"’Che. A funny thing that you don’t remember me anymore Pika-chan." Hisoka smiled, more of smirked, walking to the single bed in the room. He bent over, reached for the duffel bag near the bed stand, zipped it close, and sat comfortably down the bed, legs apart, exposing his firm, perfectly toned legs. "And you don’t mind me calling you that, right Pika-chan?"

Kurapika swallowed, suddenly very nervous. He frantically searched his mind for a word or two to retort to Hisoka and found none. Save for a few involuntary adjectives that seemed to suit the Ryodan member…words like masculine…wet…sexy…sex… Suddenly, his fists clenched nervously, his whole form straightening. Wide blue eyes suddenly became even wider as beads of sweat started to form on his brows.

"That is NOT my name."

A laugh. Hisoka suddenly laughed, finding amusement in the boy’s desperation to hide his nervousness. He patted the space next to him, drawing lazy circles on it.

"Are you afraid of me, Pika-chan?"

Kurapika growled, glaring as if his simple stare could turn Hisoka to dust. "No."

"Then why don’t you sit here." Hisoka drawled, once more patting the space beside him. "Next to me."

Kurapika’s eyes held slight annoyance in them, his breath hitching. He had a bad feeling to this, and his senses were usually right. He held himself upright, moving to the opposite side of the bed, away from Hisoka. <Whoever warned me I’d have to share beds as well?!>

"Stay out of my business."

Again, Hisoka laughed. As if he found the whole ordeal funny. And it began creeping up into the blonde-haired boy’s nerves, to the point where his hands were clenching and unclenching semi-/un/consciously. He turned sharply, eyes playing into a shade of purple, trying to control his anger. Golden bangs swayed in time, once more falling in place to cover the bright eyes.

"What the hell is funny?! You think I’m funny? What did you do to YOUR hair…you should find that funny!"

Suddenly, Hisoka’s laughter stopped, turning into a mock-scowl. He swung his legs into the bed, once more showing of his finely crafted figure, a hand coming up to brush several orange strands of hair away from his smiling face. "You don’t like it. Aw, and I thought it suites me. Oh well, can’t undone what’s done."

Anger boiling in him, Kurapika let out a small growl. Why the hell was he even bothering to stay here with his supposed arch-nemesis?! How much he wanted to reach out his fist and wipe that stupid smirk out of the orange-head’s face…!, and before realising it, he was already heading for the door.

"What’s wrong, Pika-chan? Calm down, it’s only for one night, I won’t kill you…I won’t even think of hurting you."

All the answer Hisoka got was the rolling of blue eyes and an upturned smirk. "What makes you think I’d believe that. Knowing you, you’d mostly kill me while I’m sleeping."

"Right…but haven’t you thought that if I really wanted to kill you, I would’ve done so the moment you stepped in here?" Now THAT was a statement. And Hisoka knew he got a point as the smirk on that childish face turned into a frown. "And if it makes you feel better, I’d admit that you took me quite by surprise. I said I’d see you again, I just didn’t think I’d see you again so soon."

That did it. That statement caused a nerve to break in the back of Kurapika’s mind and he glowered, marching up to the bed. He quickly stripped himself off of his blue tunic, throwing it semi-haphazardly into an empty chair not far from the table. His twins swords soon accompanied it. He glared at Hisoka, and flopped on his side of the bed, taking the sheet purposely and wrapping it about him.

"Don’t even dare try anything."

It sounded like a threat to him, after all, he meant it as a threat even though Hisoka didn’t seem to see it the same way. He turned his back, lying on his side, vainly trying to fall asleep. In the back of his mind, he could hear the idiot laughing at him even as he tried to dismiss the sound. Somewhere, partly unconscious, partly conscious to him, he knew that all he did this for was to prove to himself that the hunter exam had made him stronger. That he wasn’t some weakling and that he could face off with Hisoka…

…But…

Oblivious to himself, a childish part in him was screaming for his twins swords several feet away.

"Oh, and Pika-chan?" That voice again, sweet, almost dripping with honey, and annoying. He felt a light pressure near him, wet hair tickling his neck and cheeks, breath blowing in his ear. He tried to dismiss it, pretend he didn’t care, and involuntarily shuddered when he felt hot breath against his skin. "You wouldn’t mind if I slept naked would you?"

With a grunt, Kurapika buried his head into his arms and slept. Or at least, tried to.

There was an added weight to him. That, Kurapika’s muddled brain processed. He blinked sleepy eyes, wondering at the back of his mind how he could fall asleep with his arch-nemesis right beside him. Or more likely, behind him. That, the boy belatedly realised as he finally figured that the added weight to him was a bare arm around his waist and a warm, hard body pressing behind him. Almost instantly, he blushed.

Vainly, he tried to move, slightly pushing against the body behind him. And instead of getting away, the blonde was simply pushed deeper, harder against Hisoka. He heard a disgruntled groan from somewhere and lately realised it was coming from him. Again, he struggled, managing to disentangle himself from the firm grasp of his ‘roommate’, in the process catching the sheets around his shins as well. Too slow to react, he nearly pummelled face-first to the cold wooden ground if not for the saving arm that snaked around his waist.

"‘Che. You should be more careful Pika-chan."

He was turned around so that he was facing Hisoka and that wide snickering grin of his. He swallowed nervously, unconsciously putting his hands between them. He felt the arm around his waist tighten, then flex into a light grasp. His blue eyes were staring hard, not into the greyish eyes, but rather the pink tongue that peeked out to moisten those almost-always smiling lips. Again, he swallowed, feeling a big lump forming there. And to say that the problem ended there was a big mistake.

Being the ‘teen’ that he is, his overly excited-to-explore hormones weren’t listening to him. He felt the body heat of the orange-hair ‘psycho’ against his body, and felt his own increasing…and pooling down /there/. He cringed, breath hitching as he tried to bury his growing evidence of teen-age hormonal lust between his legs. He blinked blue eyes, looking back up to see that Hisoka was again sleeping…or at least he seemed to be sleeping. He sighed, letting his legs shift into a more comfortable position. Someone should’ve written a testament against hormonal lust for your /arch-nemesis/. No matter how sexy or vulnerable he looks…/especially/ when sleeping down right naked. He groaned again, a hand crawling downwards to his ever-growing lust. <Damn it! Damn…damn, damn, damn…fuck.>

He peeked up from under long blonde bangs, watching Hisoka sleep curiously, staring unconsciously, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, his hand /down there/ clenching and unclenching against /it/, making his breeches become tighter and tighter by the second. And the object of it all sleeping with him. /Right/ /in/ /front/ of him.

"You still staring at me?"

One greyish eye opened, a full-knowing grin spreading into that face, the orange-hair framing it and making /him/ look all the more desirable. For a hormonal teen-age boy, that is.

The nervousness in Kurapika’s face turned into a scowl, his fingers insensibly clenching…around /it/. Which did not help his current predicament. He let out a small mewing sound, eyes closing, his breath stopping for a moment. He felt the bed shift and when he opened his eyes, he saw Hisoka stretching with cat-like grace in all his nudity.

If there was anymore torture possible to this, Kurapika knew he couldn’t take it. He buried his face into his arm, his other hand slipping into his breeches. It was bad enough to get aroused by his arch-nemesis, but to jerk off in front of him as well was definitely way pass the degree of degrading. He peeked out, only to see that Hisoka was gone from the bed.

A loud, audible sigh escaped his lips and he let his body relax for a while. He was too absorbed in his own fantasies, one involving the hard-pressing /thing/ below there, that he failed to notice someone creeping up behind him. Until it was too late.

A large, slim, smooth hand once more wrapped around his waist, only this time, wandered down low pass the breeches that restrained Kurapika’s lust. And said hand wrapped warmly, tightly, over the eager flesh. If it was possible, the blonde felt /more/ blood rushing up his face to the tip of his ears only to pool down there.

"Need help with that Pika-chan?"

He shuddered, involuntarily pushing into /the hand/ of his /roommate/ AND /arch-nemesis/. A small cry sounding like a moan erupted from his lips.

From behind him, Hisoka licked his lips, putting his full-weight into the bed, his own erection pressing taut against the small of Kurapika’s back. His hand worked faster, tightening possessively, making the younger of them scream lightly in delight. His own breath was starting to become ragged, as he pushed deeper, harder, his nude form hot against those of still-clothed ones. And speaking of clothing…

Hisoka abruptly pulled back his hand, sitting upright, one leg drawn into a half-curl. He was /still/ grinning, even though lust was evident in his eyes. He looked down, watching as Kurapika registered the absence of his hand, growl lightly, then look up at him with mild anger. <To covet with your arch-nemesis is forbidden…that should be the eleventh commandment>

"What?" He said lightly, brushing orange hair away from his eyes and looking down with one hand still up his forehead. Kurapika looked like a kid, breeches opened, panting, pulled into a position crouched in all four. Even Hisoka grew aroused from that picture.

"Why did you stop?" It was more of an accusation rather than a statement. Blue eyes were glaring, glazed over with lust and irritation. He moved so that even though he was still crouched on all four, he was in a more comfortable position, legs drawn closer to his body.

"Because…" Hisoka licked his lips, drawling. That position made him think of other…things that occurred during sex. His erection was tightening, screaming at him and he decided to stop playing /foreplay/ games. "You’re wearing way too much."

Even in that position, with his erection peaking out from his breeches, lust evident in those wide blue eyes, he looked innocent. Especially when said lust-filled big blue eyes blinked in registration. "Oh." Was all he managed to say before scrambling out of the bed in an attempt to rid of his clothes. At the moment, desire overruled reasoning even as said reasoning screamed that the guy /there/ at the bed was his /enemy/. After all, he was just a teen-ager, wasn’t he? And teen-agers easily gave up to the urges of sex…right?

Discarding the last of his clothing, Kurapika stood there proudly. He knew his body was finely chiselled with light muscle, enough to pass for both a boy and a girl. He knew his body was near perfection, as perfect as it could get. Hell, he even craved his own body. But standing there, dimly lit by the moonlight, in front of the scrutinising eyes of /Hisoka/, made him feel the slightest bit unsure. His blue yes watched the reaction form on that face, the grin spreading wider as Hisoka repeated his earlier actions…he pat the space on the bed beside him. And this time, Kurapika obliged.

"Why are you so nervous…Pika-chan?"

Kurapika scowled in anger, glaring ice daggers. "Don’t call me that. And I am /not/ nervous."

That widening grin of his /again/. Really, Kurapika was beginning to abhor that grin. "Suite yourself."

Silence.

Minutes passed before either of them moved. Kurapika sitting beside Hisoka, staring, patience running out. Hisoka just /there/, eyes closed, as if asleep. Finally, Kurapika let out a strangled growl, fist clenching. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren’t you…we…" Kurapika nervously fidgeted with the bed sheets, realising that this was the first time he was going to do it with an enemy.

"Going to have sex?" Hisoka supplied for him, sitting up right, drawing one leg to him and putting an arm over it, where his chin rested. His eyes bore into Kurapika, as if trying to /still/ undress him in his nude state. "Touch your self."

If he could be humiliated more, this was it. Wide blue eyes shot wider, more opening in protest. But when he saw the seriousness in Hisoka’s eyes, he bit back all his words, and despite himself, his legs parted wider, hand going down to touch /himself/.

To Hisoka, sex and battle were the same two different things. The same, unleashing all the passion in it, drawing out fierce and yet gentle reactions. Sex was a battle for domination. Different, because sex was taken to a lightly higher degree than battle. You don’t lose your life in sex unless you’re overly stupid.

Groaning, Kurapika’s hand sped up working on his erection, blonde head tossed back, his eyes shut in a tight manner, lips open, as if screaming passion. It was like a tableau that ate away the reasoning in Hisoka’s mind. If there was any in the first place. The Ryodan fighter reached out, stopping Kurapika in mid-stroke, replacing the small slender hand with his own. Both warriors sucked in a breath, Hisoka crawling towards Kurapika.

"Ahh…damn it Hisoka."

Hisoka sped up his hands, strategically sitting up behind Kurapika. "Do you know what happens next Pika-chan?"

Kurapika nodded, bracing himself, he bent, crouching on all fours again, pushing back against Hisoka. He bit his lip, breath heavy and voice rough. "I said don’t call me that."

Hisoka smirked, looking down. If there was anything he learned from the sex with Irumi, it was being in control. He tugged hard at the quickly pulsing flesh in his hands, his other roaming behind to the back and lower, until he was touching, more of groping actually, the firm rounded flesh of Kurapika’s ass. He prodded until he found the tight opening,, fingers playing it but never venturing deeper. Kurapika growled in frustration.

"Idiot, I’m not made of glass you know."

Hisoka just laughed at that. A laugh mixed with a harsh sound of lust and a sinister cackle. It felt good to be in control. Slowly, he sucked two of his fingers, eyes locking with blue ones as the head looked back over his shoulder. He licked at his fingers, coating them with sticky wet saliva, and without warning, pushing them into the tight hole of Kurapika’s behind. Kurapika let out a small mewl, burying his head into his arms, sweat pouring down his chest and back. He let himself get accustomed to the intruding finger before lightly pushing back against it, thrusting himself into Hisoka’s hand.

"Shit…fuck…damn…just do it will you Hisoka?!"

Hisoka smiled from behind him, bending down and pushing his fingers deeper. The action caused a moan to come from Kurapika’s throat. He leaned, so that his breath was tickling Kurapika’s ear, hand tightening as if possessively around the slick member of the boy. He breathe in, trying to regulate his breath, blinking to clear his eyes of the sweat, lips trailing from Kurapika’s cheek to his throat then to his ear. "Do what Pika-chan?"

Kurapika shuddered, burying his head further into his arms. He knew, deep inside, that he was committing a sin…but they were all sinners weren’t they? And one night of sin with his arch-nemesis…what difference did it have with one night of sin with his best friend? It didn’t matter…it didn’t matter at all. He breathe in, shutting his eyes, tongue darting out to moist his lips before wide blue eyes opened again, turning into a shade of red. Fiery red. And it was the lust that consumed him.

"Take me. Inside me /now/."

It was a request as much as a command. Hisoka felt shudders creeping up his spine. The voice sounded so cold, and to him it was thrilling. And the bright red eyes…beautiful, enchanting, enticing. It nearly brought him to the point of release, before control overruled his senses. Pulling out his finger and releasing his hand, he turned Kurapika over, the grey eyes never once leaving the bright fire.

Hisoka smirked, tongue licking over his blood red lips. He hadn’t noticed when they started bleeding, and frankly, he didn’t care. He bent, once more probing the firm rounded flesh of an ass, before he parted them, and without further preparation, he simply slammed in.

The pain was overwhelming and Kurapika cringed, letting out a sharp feminine cry. <Gods, it hurt.> He was breathing sharply, hands fisting the sheets. His head was thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of his head, dilating, his lips open in a pained manner.

All of this, Hisoka watched with an amused smile in his face. For a few moments, he didn’t move until the face changed from a pained reaction to a slightly more relaxed one. The red eyes cracked open, calming down, the pain lessening as he began to relax. He looked at Hisoka, more of glared, and nodded his head, his fist never leaving the sheets. Slowly at first, Hisoka pulled out, before moving in.

All through out the expanse of the ordeal, grey eyes never left red, staring. Finally, the smirk on his face turned into a grin as Hisoka’s hand suddenly moved from where it was grasping Kurapika’s waist towards the budding erection nestled between their forms. Kurapika gasped, red eyes momentarily leaving grey ones as they shut close, fists doubling their take in the sheets, before calm once more claimed him.

It was like a ritual of two enjoined bodies, neither one speaking, except for their heavy breath breaking the silence. To say that Hisoka was a gentle lover would be absurd. He was far off from being gentle, but undeniably skilled. Kurapika found himself in a moment of bliss, choking back a mixture of a sob and a moan, pain and pleasure mixing in his mind. And before he could stop himself, he screamed, a high-pleasure-pain-filled scream, eyes moving from grey towards the white of the ceiling. His head moving from side to side, hips bucking towards Hisoka. White sticky fluid came forth, covering the hand around his erection, spilling on the sheets and on their bodies, his whole body tightening at the release.

Hisoka sucked in a great amount of breath, eyes watching as red orbs dilated form pleasure and pain. He smiled coyly, fist tightening even more around both the pale hips, making it even paler, and the already becoming limp erection. He threw his head back, lost in pleasure, thoughts focusing only on the bright red eyes watching him, and the pleasure of heat. And somewhere, at the back of his mind, he registered the evil smile the bright red eyes flashed.

For minutes that seemed to drag like hours, neither moved, Hisoka lying on top of Kurapika. Both waited until their breathing evened, the red orbs reverting back to blue. Finally, Hisoka pushed himself up, on all four, before moving back and out of the bed. He stood up, reaching over his pack and pulling out clothes. He slowly dressed, wiping himself clean of any evidence of sex with the bed sheets. Kurapika just shrugged and closed his eyes.

When the blue eyes opened again, they met with greyish amused ones. Hisoka opened his mouth and reach out his hand, dropping a card on Kurapika. He stopped by the doorway, pack casually slung over his shoulder. He looked back and whispered something with that smirking grin of his before shutting the door behind him.

"Bye bye, red-eyed pretty little girl."

Kurapika groaned, turning over to his side, holding the card with two fingers and glaring at it. His mind was working again, slowly, but working nonetheless. Finally, he gave up the glaring on the card and simply let it drop somewhere near his things. He shuddered, reaching for the new sheets by the bedside table. He paused in mid-reach and took his hand back, shrugging. He turned to his back, eyes closing.

It wasn’t because of the cold he was shivering. The room was cool enough, but also warm enough that he didn’t need any sheets. It was the thought of what he had just done that made him shudder. It was the thought of him coveting with his enemy that made him shudder.

Unconsciously, he turned his head, blue eyes watching the card by his things. He smiled and laughed, finally knowing the right word to describe Hisoka.

"Asshole."

March 20-22, 2002 copyright of Rayne™