A/N: [WARNING]: Sexually explicit, but doesn't go all the way and clothing stays on. Very hot and heavy. Some plot in the beginning. read until Hisoka's arrival if you want plot but not sexy times. 

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The designated floors for fighting on the upper levels always possessed ample amenities for fans and fighters alike. Violet didn't need to limp far to reach an extravagant women's restroom. She threw what remained of her left shoe into the open mouth of the stone trash bin. The counterpart was long lost when Hisoka sacrificed her to the ceiling.

The stone floor of the washroom warmed her feet with its internal heated tile design. It matched the oak, brown and white design of the room with touches of black. Despite the glowing heat, her feet were in discomfort, leaving a trickling blood trail pattern in their wake. Rubble littered the arena on her way out and cut through the exposed skin of her soles.

A long sigh escaped, and she braced her hands against the white granite vanity of a sizeable rectangular alcove. The soft white light emitting from the black lanterns above showed her form with superficial scratches through the mirror, dust covered her face, and dishevelled hair fell out of the tie-up she set it into before the fight. She removed what was left of the elastic band containing her hair, allowing it to fall free.

She ran the sink and wetted a white cloth from a brown wicker basket for guests to wash themselves. Rubbing the dirt away from her face and chest, she admired the dark wooden door stalls behind her that housed spacious places for the toilets. Wetting another few towels, she limped towards a sitting area, clearly for those wanting to reapply make-up. She fell into a black leather chair, one of two with a small table in between. Two large windows sat at the back wall, and she shook her head.

Meanwhile, there is a starving populous. The money wasted on just one of these rooms could feed a family for a month or more. Rich people.

Blood pooled into the white high-thread cotton hand towels. She removed debris from her wounds and washed the area of blood and dirt. Applying pressure, she held the cloth over her feet to aid clot formation. Inclining her head back, she rested it against the wall, waiting.

The wounds are minor; it should be fine in a few days.

A buzz vibrated from her trouser pocket. She remained motionless for a time before slowly responding to the prompt. Her eyes widened at the notification of an email from the official HunterXHunter organisation. They forwarded contact information from a professional who wanted to speak to her about her request for aid with vortex information.

Excellent! The first good news of the month! A smile broke across her face, scanning the details. Good, they want to meet in person. I'll have to learn more about this city, Yorknew.

Most of the information was deciphered at first glance, but there were other details she would need to look up in her language books. She continued to practise improving her reading abilities, and headway continued at a steady pace. 

Shuffling back to the sink, the soft whisper of the main door opening sounded as another entered the public washroom. I'll confirm a date and check travel costs, timings, and hotels. It shouldn't be much of an issue. Tossing her bloodied towels into the waste bin, she slipped the phone into her pocket before washing her hands. I'll leave soon, if possible, tonight.

Hair raised across her forearms, warning of someone's presence close behind her position. When she gazed at the mirror, Hisoka's hungry golden eyes stared back with a greedy smile slapped across his lips. He towered over her, and although she wasn't pinned, it would take him seconds to rectify that problem.

Violet's expression became one of disturbed shock, and her hazel eyes widened as her mouth opened. Hisoka's lips widened, and the glint in his amber irises became ravenous. Before she could react, his right arm snaked from her right shoulder to the left hip and the other across her shoulders. 

"That was wonderful," he whispered, and she couldn't help but lean into his chest and moan. "Shall we switch the game to something more... heated?" 

His mouth hovered over the skin on her neck, eliciting an immediate fire. Hisoka's eyes never stopped scrutinising her from the reflection, and she saw everything, including the way her body trembled and fell into desire, a kind she couldn't understand but wanted all the same.

H-he's watching me. Oh god, I'm watching me. Colour blazed across her cheeks, and her hazel eyes grew in size with desire. It's so embarrassing and so hot. I want it... A small moan escaped her partly open lips.

Hisoka's hold tightened, and he pushed her against the sink counter while his grin widened as his teeth and tongue worked the skin of her neck. Violet turned away from the mirror but remained powerless to muster enough resolve to commit to stopping any of it. It feels so good... Oh fuck, yes!

One hand slipped down to her hips as the other ran lightly across much of her body in a feather-light way. He moved his attention to the back of her neck, and her body trembled. Heat raced to her core, swirling as it spread.

There were slight jolts along her legs as they yearned to open. He never gave her a moment to pause, playing a game of perfect balance between teasing nips and massages, playing off fleeting pleasure rewards.

Forced pressure pushed into her hips from a gentle thrust from his hips. A guttural moan sounded off her lips, and intense tingling hot pressure erupted in her core. Pain flared in a sharp strike when her feet hit the floor too hard. Bracing against the sink counter, she raised herself onto the balls of her feet.

"Hm? ♠" Hisoka glanced down.

In a fluid motion, she found herself on top of the counter facing Hisoka. Flashes of the fight less than an hour ago burst through the sexual desire. She drove her palm into his chest, pushing him off. 

"You fucking tried to kill me!" She glared as her heart raced, and not all due to rage. "I said if you ever came anywhere near that insanit—"

"You were never at risk of dying." Hisoka stepped back, giving her comfortable room, and raised his eyebrows as he crossed his arms. 

"Then what was that whole show of letting me fall from the ceiling? It was over one hundred feet high!"

His adorable smirk returned, shining across the lips as much as the eyes. "Just that, a show. I have a reputation to maintain. But I never let you go," he responded with amusement. "I'd have caught you with my Bungee Gum. When you started your counter, I created a net below you in case it failed. Now I know there was no need as you are exceptional~♠"

She snarled and scrunched her nose as pride raged a war with her physical desires. The deep trust and attraction towards him remained, complicating the emotional fray. But everything clicked at once. She'd slowed her descent, preventing death, and he continued the process, preventing a bone-shattering fall. Before she could process further or respond, he spoke. 

"Perhaps I misjudged. I'll not continue my advances if you disapprove. The games I play for foreplay are possibly not to your liking." Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. "My intention is not to force intimacy. I assumed you enjoyed them as much I do." His hands rested on his hips as he took another half-step back. "My apologies, Violet. I'll not—"

Ensnaring the fabric of Hisoka's overshirt, Violet yanked him towards her, resting him between her legs and locking lips with the Reaper of Heaven's Arena. He returned her advances with heat, his hands returning to her hips. 

She broke the kiss, panting. "I love your advances... Show me what you've got, Magic Man." 

Heat entered his ravenous gaze as he considered her like a savoury meal and with something softer, near admiration. But she wanted to be devoured, to feed the beast, ending the need that rose whenever he was near her. 

When he started to move his hands again, she clung to the front of his shirt with one hand and braced against the counter with the other. She watched his hands run from her hips, teasing against her legs as they walked down the limbs. Desire practically purred within every part of her body. He raised her leg high until it reached her chest, Kissing his way down to her ankles. A noise she couldn't name escaped as her back arched in a way it never had before.

No one ever kissed me there before. The way he played with her ankles caused more whimpers. "Don't stop, it feels so good."

The smirk spread on his lips, but his eyes wandered lower to the sole of her feet. 

He's looking at my feet. He must have noticed the blood... It mattered little as all she could do was pant. She whined, and heat rushed between her legs. "H-h-hiisss... akkaa... ahhh!"

Hisoka continued to run his nails and hands along the back of Violet's calf and the bend of her knee. She shuddered. He ran his left hand up the opposite leg. The shrill melody of her voice increased several decibels when Hisoka switched his touch to the inner thigh and ran a deep pressure up and down the area. She noticed the magician grinning with pride at the sound of her music.

I want it so bad. It's just one night of fun.

A wave of pleasure mixed with relief of giving in to her desires, and her legs spread for the magician. He worked her inner thigh harder, rubbing, and he stepped closer so their lips hardly touched. The first connection was dainty and soft as a summer breeze carrying flower petals and seeds, ready to find a new home to blossom. It teased of a darker purpose beneath.

He pulled away and returned the legs still trapped within his grip, and deep kisses began at her inner calf while his left hand continued to rub up and down and back and forth on her right inner thigh. Violet screamed and dug her hands into his shoulders. Moans and non-stop whimpers followed her movements. Her body leaned back diagonally into the sink.

The smell of sex, sweat and a touch of iron filled the space. She moved her hand to his hair, pulling and massaging, reciprocating to show her positive approval. His hair is so soft. Not course at all. 

And still, he teased and drove her close to madness. Fire coursed through every part of her skin he touched. More sounds vibrated through the air from her mouth, and she gave over control. Hisoka seemed to be struggling too by the way heat never left his features, but he possessed more control than herself.

Strength arrived at the small of her back, and he pulled her body tight against his own. Bracing the back of her head with a hand, their lips connected with hungry force. Greedy, she opened, and her tongue led the dance within his mouth first. Wrapping her arms around his neck, their passionate affection reciprocated as each moaned, and the sound of their dancing tongues ensued.

It emulated into several minutes of pure euphoric bliss. She ran her fingers up the back of his neck into his soft hair while he dominated her mouth.

Once in place, she ensnared the red locks and heaved his head back as he'd done to her weeks before when proposing the threat to Gon to force their first battle. Plump lips found Hisoka's neck and jawline and aggressively laid passion to the area. The magician tightened his hold and pulsated his fingers in a squeeze-release pattern on her hip. A deep growl sounded in both warning and pleasure at her fierce reciprocation.

Violet moaned into his wet neck, causing the magician to release his own and pull her hard into his hips. He wrapped his right arm onto the small of her back, preventing any escape as he thrust twice, increasing the stimulation. Her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as their mouths found one another again. She hitched in response to his movements.

Hisoka released Violet's mouth, moved to her right ear, and breathed heavily, saturating her skin with hot breath. He pulled his hips away from her and grinned in satisfaction at the frustrated whimper.

"What do you want to do, kitten? ~♥" he asked with a low, gravely voice. He ran his hand between Violet's open legs, rubbing as he pleased. He pulled his hand back in a teasing denial.

A frustrated cry followed the action, shocking Violet once again. She opened her mouth, panting. "Hisok-ka...Please. Don't stop!"

Hisoka's entire body shuddered. "What's the safe word, kitten~♥"

"G-Gold."

With that, their lips crashed together once more, and all control was gone from both participants. Only desire and passion remained. Hisoka grabbed her ass, lifted her into his arms and walked them to the nearest window. They slipped through the opening before awareness of the way the wind rushed past her skin, cooling the waves of heat wafting from their interlocked forms. But she never stopped kissing, revelling in the feeling of his tongue running along her own and the roof of her mouth. 

Moans escaped as her nails dug into his clothing and tried to explore deeper. Solid ground hit, prompting her to break away and admire the heavenly sight of his balcony view high above the world. It only distracted for a moment before they were fully embraced in one another heat and movements again.