Philliwolf5

A/N - I meant to submit this a few weeks ago when I posted it to my other platforms, but I didn't get this new system on DA. Been gone a long time. Anyway, please enjoy! The shirt was sleeveless, fitted, and dark.  Machi turned as she checked herself in the mirror.  She’d come shopping, something that always settled her nerves.  Having found several interesting garments, she had gone into the fitting room to check if they were keepers. The dark purple top fit her shoulders perfectly and accentuated her slender waist.  It made her breasts look tantalizing and went well with her white shorts.  She wondered how Hisoka would like-- Machi brought her mind back from the path it was heading with a sigh.  Shit.  She had come here to take her mind off of that man!  Deciding she liked the look, she changed back into her own clothing, paid, and promptly left.  The Troupe had a meeting, and attendance was mandatory.  Most likely they would ask for her progress on her search for Hisoka, which had made her profoundly nervous.  She hadn’t gotten much sleep.   The other Spiders had allowed Machi to go after Hisoka alone, because she had assured them she could kill him, that she was committed to avenging Chrollo.  It seemed appropriate, as she had told Hisoka she would come for him when he first threatened their leader. She had, in a way.  Definitely not in the way the Troupe would approve of. What would the they think if they found out that not only had Machi not fulfilled her mission and terminated Hisoka, she was fucking him too?  What would they do, if they realized she was damned near in a relationship with him now? Machi had no idea what would happen, but being killed was a distinct possibility.   Of course the other members had their own business to attend to, but each had to report their progress to the Troupe.  It was the way Chrollo had done things, and they upheld that habit.   She’d have to think of a convincing story.  Being up nearly all night hadn’t given her many ideas. The meeting was supposed to be held in a derelict bank, in the basement where the vault was located.  She reached the place quickly, descending into the depths of the abandoned building.  They tried not to hold meetings too many times in the same place, lest the fuzz learn of their movements.  Nobunaga met her as she entered the room.  “Yo, Machi,” he greeted.   “Hey,” she responded, hurrying past.  She had never been overly fond of the older man.  He was stubborn, and didn’t take other peoples’ ideas seriously.  But Nobunaga was a shrewd man and would pick up on any odd behavior on her part.  She’d have to be very careful.  Calm down, she told herself.  She made her way to a chair and sat down. “Hello, Machi,” Shizuku deadpanned as she too took a seat next to her.  It was a surprise that she even remembered Machi’s name.  She’d forgotten it last time.  With such an addled brain Machi sometimes wondered how the girl had become a member at all.  Or how she was still alive. The meeting started, and all the side conversations ceased.  Shalnark, who had stepped up to be leader when Chrollo died, announced that the meeting was called to order and to receive status reports on each of their missions.   Machi wanted to fall through the floor.  What the hell was she going to tell them?  The members each gave their reports one by one.  Finally, it was her turn. “Machi,” Shalnark started.  “How is your hunt for that clown?  Any news?”  he had an expectant look on his face.  The others were also intently listening. “Well,” Machi started.  That’s it!  She’d tell the truth, but just omit the parts they shouldn’t know, like the fact she was falling into bed with that clown at every opportunity.  “My search brought me to this dive bar downtown.  Hisoka was there.  He left the bar, so I pursued him.” She paused.  Now what? “And?”  Phinks urged impatiently.  He had wanted to accompany Machi.  She shuddered to think what he would have done if he discovered the truth of her situation. “I almost had him when I got trapped by his nen,” Machi answered.  It wasn’t technically a lie.  “I lost him after that.”  She could feel a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead and down her neck.  Hopefully that would be enough to keep them for now. Judging by the look on Phinks’ face however, it wasn’t.  “How the hell did you lose him?!” he demanded.  “I don’t understand.”  He turned to face Shalnark.  “This is why I wanted to go after that bastard!” “Phinks, relax,” Shalnark admonished.  “I’m sure Machi is trying her best.  Besides, you haven’t finished your own mission yet.”  When the other man looked like he would make further protest, Shalnark fixed him with a stare.  “When you’re done with your mission, we’ll see.” This didn’t satisfy Phinx completely, but it placated him.  For now. “Machi, are you sure we shouldn’t help you?” Shalnark asked, his expression one of gentle concern and disapproval at her failure.  “Once we finish our objectives, we could join you.  We know how crafty Hisoka can be.  This isn’t an easy mission for a group, let alone someone working solo.  If you want, I could send Feitan–.” “No!” Machi said too loudly, prompting startled looks.  “I mean, no.  I can do this.  He is still around, and I will find him.  I’ll definitely let you know if I need you.  Please, just let me do this.” “Alright,” Shalnark relented reluctantly.  “We’ll trust that you’ve got this.”  With that, he heard any remaining business and wrapped up the meeting.  The Troupe would not meet again for a while.  It helped maintain their secrecy. She looked around the room.  Everyone seemed resigned to let her be on her own.  Some had already started to leave.  All except Nobunaga.  He was staring at her.  Even as she turned away from him, shivers ran up her neck feeling his eyes boring into her back.  He would be a problem if he didn’t believe what she’d said. Machi tried to leave quickly, but he stopped her.  “Are you sure you don’t need assistance?” he started in that bored voice of his.  “I am available if so.” “I said I’m fine,” Machi answered, irritated.  “Really.  It’s just taking a little longer than I expected.”  She tried to sound confident. “That’s all.” “Hmm,” Nobunaga muttered.  “That’s all?  It isn’t like you to mess up like this.  Remember why you are on this mission, Machi.  For the Troupe.  For Chrollo.  It would be unfortunate if you were….distracted.”  There was an intensity to his voice, and for a moment, he looked as if he would press her for more.  She wondered anxiously if maybe he knew more than he let on.  But he nodded his head, dismissing her.  She beat a hasty retreat, hoping to get home and out of the Spiders’ presence as soon as possible. She felt dirty.  Like a traitor.  Like she didn’t belong..? Stepping out into the fresh night air made Machi feel a little calmer.  Now to get home. She hated lying to her comrades.  They had been there when the world had given up on her.  She briefly thought if maybe she should step away after all, and let the others handle Hisoka.   They would certainly do what she couldn’t.  Or wouldn’t. She began walking.  Her apartment, which she had rented while staying here for her mission, was within walking distance.  It was a quaint little studio that met all her needs.  There wasn’t much in there, but then Machi hadn’t planned on staying very long.  She was glad she’d opted for an apartment rather than a hotel.  It was cheaper that way. Machi hadn’t been in contact with Hisoka for over a month. She wondered where he was, what he was doing.  He had called and texted, but she hadn’t answered or replied.  She needed some space, and time, to think.  She needed to reevaluate her actions and weigh how they affected her and how they would affect the Troupe.   Most of all, she needed to sort out her feelings for Hisoka. Was she really willing to compromise her bond with the Troupe?  For Hisoka?  She was conflicted and angry because of that conflict, because of her guilt at her inability to complete the mission above all else.  She knew what she should be doing.  It was what she’d said she would do! She’d promised! But more and more she found her thoughts on Hisoka.  When she didn’t even want to think about him, he still crept into her head.  Choosing between him and the Troupe was tearing her apart.  She knew that if she embraced one, she would be irrevocably turning her back on the other. What should I do? Her phone went off as she got a text.  She knew who it was before she even looked.  Someone’s following you. Machi got past her surprise that Hisoka was apparently watching her and turned around, only to see no one.    She walked a little faster and cut down the next alleyway, even though it took her off the route to her place.  She needed to lose him.  Now. Shit!  The alleyway had an exit, but it was so far ahead.  She’d never get out of sight in time.  Machi contemplated what to do.  She almost panicked when she was suddenly yanked upward, onto the roof. Hisoka lowered her gently, smirking as usual.  Bungee Gum could be put to very favorable use, as had been demonstrated more than once in their private time.  This time, it had definitely saved her skin.  He seemed to be waiting for something. “Uh, thank you,” she grumbled.  She hated owing him anything.  He was sure to take advantage of it.  She tried to hide the secret happiness she felt seeing him.  His ego was big enough already. He was crouched near the edge of the roof and motioned for her to look.  Following suit, she crept up and peeked.  The one following her came into sight.  Nobunaga.   She should have known he hadn’t accepted her feeble answer.  He was always a suspicious, annoying man. He was looking around for signs of her.  Machi quickly pulled back. “I hope you’re better at concealing your nen than you were before,” Hisoka quipped suggestively.  Machi knew his meaning.     When they decided to peak over again, Nobunaga was still there. He seemed to be thinking.  But then his head started to turn towards them!  Machi pulled back quickly again.  She looked at Hisoka, not knowing what to do.  If Nobunaga decided to use his nen, and discovered her, with a live Hisoka… Grabbing her arm, Hisoka pulled her to her feet.  “So much for hiding your nen.  This way.”  She followed him, jumping to a couple of rooftops.  Machi heard a noise that sounded like someone landing on the roof of a nearby building.  Nobunaga was following them. “Hey.”  Machi looked.  Hisoka was standing next to the rooftop entrance to the building they were currently on.  He had tried the door to find it open.  Convenient.  “In here,” he urged.  “Hurry.” Stepping into the stairwell, Hisoka closed the door then bound it with his nen.  He considered  Machi, his eyes serious.  “You really need to learn how to conceal your nen.” “I can conceal my nen,” Machi fumed.   “Not good enough to keep me from finding you,” he answered.  “You’d better hope that old man isn’t as…gifted as I am.  Just focus, and pull all your aura into yourself, as if it were tangible.” Machi closed her eyes as she concentrated.  Picturing her nen around her like a shroud, she imagined pulling it in.  She grunted with the effort, but she felt the pull, felt her aura receding into her. “Yes. Good,” Hisoka praised her.  “Now hold it.” He used his zetsu.  Nobunaga was still on the nearby roof. But he wasn’t on theirs.  Good.  He’d leave soon when his search found nothing. A little time passed.  Machi didn’t know how much.  But she was ready to stop hiding and go home.   “Well, this is fun,” Hisoka sighed sarcastically before his mouth tipped up into a suggestive curve.  “I like being in tight spaces with you.” Machi rolled her eyes at his flirtation. “I could think of a lot better things to be doing than playing a busted-ass game of Hide-and-Seek.” “As can I,” he said, moving in closer.  Uh oh.  Machi backed away but was unable to put more space between them as her back hit the wall adjacent to the door.   Hisoka stepped in close.  He always invaded her space and took possession of it, as if he belonged there.  He fixed her gaze with his.  “Did you miss me?”  He spoke just above a whisper.  It made gooseflesh spike on her arms and the back of her neck. “Not at all,” Machi lied.   “Then why are you breathing so hard?”  She was.  Her heart was pounding, as it tended to in Hisoka’s presence.  He placed a hand over her breast, feeling the harsh rhythm in her chest.  “Why is your heart beating so hard, Little Machi?”   He didn’t wait for her answer. His hand lifted one of hers to his chest, where she could feel that he was equally affected.  She gasped softly as he lifted her chin and took her mouth smoothly. Machi flowed with him, kissing him as thoroughly as he did her.  The sound of their lips and breaths resonated in the stairwell.  After a long moment, their mouths separated, but Hisoka kept his hands on her hips even as she kept her arms around his neck.  She hadn’t even realized she’d put them there.   “Yeah,” he said, smirking.  “You missed me.” Embarrassed, Machi tried to pull out of Hisoka’s embrace, but his hold was firm.  “I missed you,” he murmured quietly.  It was almost too quiet to be heard clearly. He kissed her again, and his hands began to wander.  They dusted from her hips to the zipper of her shorts.  He started pulling it down!  She broke the kiss.  “What are you doing?!  We’re supposed to be hiding!” His eyes were clouded as he looked her in the face.  “I think you know.” “Hisoka, no,” she weakly protested.  “What if he’s still out there?”  He’d hear them for sure!  She could never keep quiet when he– But Hisoka was already kneeling.  He had smoothly eased one leg out of her shorts and panties.  Slipping his hand under her free leg, he settled her thigh over his shoulder.  Her butt rested against the wall while she balanced on her remaining  leg.   “You really want to do this here?!” Machi was aroused yet incredulous.   “Yes,” Hisoka answered huskily.  “Yes, I do.” He inhaled, making a pleased sound.  “Mmm, I missed your scent.”  He moved in, moistening his lips.  “And your taste.”  Then, he licked the seam of her womanhood with a long draw of his tongue.  His hands spread her, giving him better access. Machi trembled and gasped as he began working his mouth against her.  She tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.  She couldn’t resist now if she wanted to.  His lips and tongue worked in tandem, and she was hopeless.   It had been too long, so her starving flesh was very sensitive.  There was no way she wouldn’t cry out.   Hisoka had never failed to bring her to climax when he did this.  Never. He ate like a starving man, savoring her with sounds of pleasure emanating and causing sweet little vibrations wherever his lips touched.  His tongue swirled inside and around her opening before his lips locked on and suckled her clit.  Machi looked down.  His face was buried against her, eyes closed in concentration and pleasure as if sipping a fine, flavorful vintage.  The sounds of his labors resonated within the empty stairwell. She barely managed to stay quiet.  It was particularly hard when Hisoka’s fingers entered her as he continued suckling her sensitive bead of flesh.  He was just so good.  She reached down and placed a hand at the back of Hisoka’s head, fingering the strands as she encouraged him. Soon, the pleasure began to build and she lost all concern for where they were and why.  She couldn’t have stopped him if her life depended on it.  She didn’t want to. Her orgasm crashed into her like a train, and she cried out despite herself, her back arching against the wall as she gasped brokenly.  She nearly toppled as her leg was shaking so badly.  But Hisoka supported her as he finished her off. He finally let her other leg down as he got to his feet.  His face was shiny, and he licked his lips as he pushed in against her.  His mouth sought hers again, and he shared her taste with her as they kissed deeply.   The aftershock from her climax was still causing slight tremors, particularly in her legs.  But she found that her arousal hadn’t diminished.  Given the time they’d been apart, Machi’s libido was more out of control than ever.  It had been her fault.  She was the one who had insisted on putting space between them.  Now she just wanted Hisoka to fuck her to within an inch of her life.  Judging by the hardness she felt against her stomach, he wasn’t going to be hard to convince.  But they couldn’t do that here.  Nobunaga was still out there.  She didn’t know what his intentions were, but he would still be watching for her.  It hadn’t been that long.  Pulling back, Machi sent out her zetsu.  Nothing.  Either Nobunaga had lost interest and left, or he too was concealing his nen.  She looked up at Hisoka.  “Do you sense him?” He shook his head.  “He’s been gone a long time now.  Why do you think I went so far as to taste you in this place?”  He laughed softly at her disgruntled expression.   “You could have told me you know,” Machi fussed as she fixed her clothes. “I could have,” Hisoka agreed.  “But then it wouldn’t have been as fun.”  He licked his lips again as he gave her a searching look.  His eyes held that intense gleam they sometimes took when he got serious.  “It’s been a long time, Machi.  Too long.” She nodded.  “I know.”  She turned away to collect herself.  “Sorry.  I just needed to think.  The Troupe expects results from me, Hisoka.  I can’t–” She didn’t know how to explain things to him.  She motioned between them.  “I knew what I needed to do, and you’re messing it all up.  I wasn’t expecting this to happen.” Hisoka came to her as she turned away again.  He wrapped his arms around her midsection and held her against him.  Machi noticed his heart was still pounding.   “You should have,” he murmured.  “I’ve always wanted you.  Always.  You knew it.  You were the one who wouldn’t admit you felt the same.”  He placed a small kiss against her nape.  “You wanted me too.  This was a long time coming.  It would have happened one way or another.” She scoffed with self-reproach.  He wasn’t lying.  Yes, she had been aware of his desire for her, their shared desire.  She had just been so conflicted, but had stubbornly stuck to her guns to serve the Spiders.  Her friends.  Now it was no different.  If anything, now she was more conflicted.   Machi didn’t know what this was.  All she knew was that her mind was constantly invaded by Hisoka.  Her body warmed whenever she thought of him.   She was instantly aroused any time he was near.  All he had to do was touch her, look at her. and her skin tingling, and she felt the moisture pool at her core.  How was she supposed to fulfill her obligation to her friends, to Chrollo, this way? “I can’t,” she lamented.  Her eyes watered as her mind agonized over what to do.  Hisoka’s mouth was at the side of her neck now, caressing.  His arms tightened.  “Why don’t we go back to my place and figure this out?”  He whispered it against her skin.   Right.  They both knew what would happen once they were alone.  The only thing they would be “figuring out” would be the quickest way to remove their clothing and get horizontal.  Or vertical.  Or anything in between.   They’d certainly had some wild times together.   Machi leaned back into him.  She resigned herself, as she always did.  There was no defeating this feeling.  This rampant need.  Her eyes dried.  “My place is closer.”  She turned her head and offered her lips.  Hisoka needed no further prompting.   When they separated, he smirked as he looked into her eyes.  “Let’s go.”  Hisoka was eager.  He needed satisfaction.  In a place like this, he hadn’t done half of what he’d wanted. It was gonna be a long night. ************ The hot spray of the shower was welcomed.  Machi had felt dirty having to hide from one of her comrades.  It had been the only way.  In any case, she would feel even dirtier soon enough.   Hisoka positively purred as she washed his back for him.  “Mmm, you’re good at this.” “Hisoka, I’m literally just wiping a loofah down your back.  Don’t you do this when you’re alone?”  It really wasn’t that hard.   “I guess,” he continued, turning around.  He smirked again.  Did he ever stop?  “I just feel much better anytime your hands are on me.”   Machi peered into his face.  There wasn’t any deception that she could tell.  He meant it. Her arousal spiked despite the cheesiness of his comment.  Hisoka’s words affected her, but so did his appearance.  She had washed his hair for him, and the way he wore it now made him look even sexier.  It was slicked back with water, the moisture having made the strands wavier than when they were dry.  It looked longer than usual too. He was yummy.  She felt her cheeks heating up.   Hisoka knew full well the effect he was having on her.  “What’s the matter, Little Machi?”  He moved, maneuvering her so that his body cornered hers in the small shower.  The water sprayed against his back. He knew what he was doing, and it irritated her.  But she wasn’t the only one turned on.  In retaliation, she slipped a hand down to his hardening manhood.  His face froze at the contact.  It was her turn to smirk.  “Nothing,” she answered, giving him a little stroke.  “Nothing at all.”   As her hand began to pick up speed and her grip tightened, Hisoka closed his eyes and grunted.  Watching the pleasure play across his face aroused her even more.  She loved when he showed how good she made him feel.  She wanted to see more. Slipping to her knees, she stroked him a few more times before slipping her tongue out and giving him a lick just under his glans.  He sucked a breath through his teeth, egging her on.  She tasted along his length, traveling down and then back before engulfing him fully. “Mmm.”  His head was tilted back now.  His breathing was becoming harsher.  Yes.  She watched him as she sucked him down, letting her throat open up to accept him.  She swallowed, ringing another grunt from Hisoka. His hand came down to run his fingers through her wet hair, and he was watching her now, mouth open, eyelids drooping.  He looked drunk off her.  More encouragement.  She picked up rhythm, her mouth applying just the right amount of pressure.  His fingers closed, fisting in her hair.  “Ah,” he groaned.  “That’s so good.”   She loved his praise.  She found that giving him pleasure, in making that usually smirking face contort as he lost his cool, carefree demeanor, gave her one of the best highs in the world.  She palmed his sack in her hand as she continued her pace.  She stopped to suck on his head for a bit.  “Ah!”  He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the shower wall, hunching a bit as if he couldn’t stand upright.  “Shit, Machi.”   Machi grinned around his length as she once again swallowed him.  Her pace increased.  She tightened her lips.  The way he moaned her name made her want to please him even more. “Fuck,” he gasped.  “Ah!  Stop, I’m gonna come.”  He didn’t want to climax yet.  Not before he was inside her.  When she ignored him, he used the fingers still in her hair to pull her off him.   Machi licked her lips as Hisoka pulled her to her feet.  “Can’t handle it?” she asked snarkily.   He stared at her while getting his breathing under control before pushing her against the wall, shaking his head.  “I see my Little Machi has tricks.  His hand quested down below, finding his prize wet and ready.  “I have tricks too.”  Machi’s breath hitched as his fingers teased her.  She tried to close her eyes, but he stopped.  When she opened them again questioningly, he was looking right back at her.  “Keep them open,” he commanded breathily.  He still hadn’t gotten his breaths fully under control, and Machi found it sexy as fuck.  That was her doing. She obeyed. Hisoka played a little, watching Machi’s face and feeling her quiver as he played.  However, it wasn’t long before he lost patience.  Gripping her thighs, he lifted her easily against the shower wall, his arms under her knees as he braced his hands.  His hips fit perfectly, and as he held her immobile, he took her mouth as he took her body.   His sudden possession wrested a moan from Machi.  He ate the sound as he began moving. He began with smooth, measured strokes.  He released her mouth and buried his face into her neck as he changed his pace.   Her beautiful body was so hot, so tight.  And mine.  He’d missed her so fucking much. Soon his hips were slamming into hers, and it was all Machi could do to hold onto him, her eyes squeezed shut.  His arms held her legs securely, spread open and at his mercy.  All she could do was grasp him tightly and enjoy. She found herself regretting having played with him.  Hisoka didn’t like to be outdone.  He wanted the upperhand in fighting.  In anything.  Of course he would want it in sex too.   He certainly had it.  She threw her head back against the shower wall. “Oh, God!”  She could feel her climax looming.  He didn’t stop or slow down.  He just kept going.  “Hisoka!” she pleaded.  “Please! Ah, I can’t…”  She didn’t even know what she was trying to say. “Yes, you can,” he purred against her ear.  He could feel she was close.  Her walls had started quivering and tightening around him.  He lifted his eyes to watch her.  Hisoka loved watching Machi orgasm.  It was something he never thought he’d experience back when he first knew he wanted her, and she’d stubbornly rebuffed his advances.  Now that he could, he made sure to take it in as often as possible.  “Come on,” he urged raggedly.  His hands came to support her buttocks as he grinded her further into the wall to take him more fully.   It was over for her.  “Come for me, Machi.” She did.  She shook against him as violent spasms wracked her body, tightening her thighs around his hips and curling her toes.  Her gasping cries were fine music to his ears.  He held her steady and slowed his strokes as she convulsed around him.  Her face was so beautiful in these moments.  He never got tired of seeing it. Machi’s arms were wrapped tightly against Hisoka as he withdrew and set her back on unsteady feet.  When she could breath a little more normally, he kissed her long and deep before turning off the water.   “Wait, what about you?” Machi asked.  Her voice was still shaky, but she had noticed.  It left her perplexed and a little disappointed.  “You didn’t finish.”  She was surprised at how important pleasing Hisoka was to her now. “Oh, don’t worry,” he assured confidently as they stepped out of the shower.  Reaching for a towel, he dried her off before guiding her to bed.  “I intend to.”  ******************** Hours later, they lay exhausted under the covers.  Machi was at Hisoka’s side, her arm across his chest and her leg draped over him.  Something occurred to her.  “Hey, why were you following me anyway? You know it’s creepy when you do that.”  She frowned at him in the darkness.  He sensed her displeasure.  “It wasn’t just about you and your unwillingness to answer my damned calls,” he answered, directing his own indignation at her.   “I also wanted to know what the Spiders were up to.  They always seem to run into powerful fighters.  You know how I feel about powerful fighters.”  Machi could hear the excited smile in his voice.  She shook her head. Yes, she did.  All too well.  She knew Hisoka lived to fight those who could present him with a challenge.  If it ever came down to a choice between being with her and fighting someone who was truly challenging, Machi couldn’t definitively say which way he’d go. “I guess it’s a good thing you did,” she speculated.  “I didn’t want Nobunaga knowing where I lived.” Hisoka pulled her closer, and she felt his heartbeat under her ear, steady and relaxing.  “You know, I could have taken care of that.”  He wasn’t joking. “That’s not funny,” Machi admonished.  “Don’t kill my friends.”  She paused.  Any more of her friends.  Fresh guilt washed over her.  Chrollo…I’m sorry.. He was unaffected.  “If they leave me alone, I’ll leave them alone.  None of them are suitable to fight me anyway.” “Don’t you mean, ‘none of you?’”  She played with his nipple.  “I’m a Spider too, remember?” “You’re not like them,” he explained in a smooth, matter-of-fact tone.  “You’re special.” They were quiet for a little while, and it seemed they would drift off to sleep until Machi broke the silence.  “Um, so,” she began awkwardly.  “Why don’t we like, go out?  Sometime?” Her face suddenly felt very hot. He started to caress her shoulder as they lay together.  He was quiet just long enough to make Machi feel like maybe she’d made a mistake.  “Go out?  You mean…like a date?”  She heard that smiling voice again. “What the hell else would I mean, Hisoka?” He laughed.  “I’m just making sure I’m not misunderstanding.  So where do you want to go?  What do you want to do?”  He moved his head a little, and even without lights Machi knew he was looking at her face.  “Wanna visit a dungeon with me?” “No!” she exclaimed.  What the hell?  “Not on our first date, idiot.”  She giggled.  “So, that means we can go on one of our next dates?  Sounds good to me.”  When Machi didn’t respond, he looked again.  “You okay?” She sighed.  “I just hope I haven’t spoken too soon.  My people are getting suspicious, wondering why I haven’t taken you out yet.” This didn’t seem to be a problem to Hisoka.  “What we do is none of their business.  Let’s just have a good time.”  He paused.  “But if they become a problem…”  He let the words dangle ominously.   She knew what he was saying, and it worried her a bit.  If Hisoka decided someone was a nuisance, he would kill them.  It didn’t matter who they were or what organization they were affiliated with.   And there would be absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. “Now,” Hisoka whispered in her ear, breaking through her maudlin thoughts.  His hand lightly stroked and squeezed her smooth ass.  “Climb on top, and fuck me again.” Machi chuckled in spite of herself and kissed him as she proceeded to do just that.