| Trick Or Treat? | A Hisoka One-Shot | Halloween Special |
Written by: DreamerofClouds

Author's Note:

Hello, my darlings!! I have missed you all and I am very, very, very sorry for taking such a long time in updating stories! Chapter 11 of Jacked UP!! will be out soon and so will another Halloween special for Illumi! Keep an eye out for those.

But enough of that! This chapter is dedicated to darling Hisoka and our main protagonist of Jacked UP!!, Arie Kadan. Thought it might be fun to imagine what their love life would be like - considering I'm usually pairing Arie with Illumi. So, I hope it turned out well and that you guys like it! Enjoy, my darlings!

All comments/criticisms are welcome!

Sincerely,

Dreamer of Clouds

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"RAAAAWWWRRRRRR!!!!"

"..."

"Rawr!!"

"..."

"Rawr...?"

"..."

Hisoka didn't react to my scary monster mask at all.

The 27-year-old clown simply looked up at me from his pillow, which practically buried half of his face. Undaunted, unmoving, the completely stoic expression he had on showed me how much of a failure I was in my self-decided mission.

"Was that it, darling?" Hisoka muttered groggily from his pillow. "If so, then that wasn't much of a scare."

"Oh shut up." I pouted. "I tried, didn't I?"

"And failed terribly at it, too," he responded.

"Jerk." I muttered.

A sly smile worked its way across his lips. "Only yours, darling."

It was eight in the morning - about an hour or so, since I got up on Halloween to dress myself in a scary-ass costume that I had been working on for the past two days.

And by scary-ass, I mean lame.

My monster mask and zombie-suit didn't bother Hisoka one bit. What a waste of effort...

Grumpily, I reached up and slid my hands under the latex collarbone of my mask and slowly began peeling off the skin. Once pulled off, I shook my head side-to-side in order to loosen my hair and fluff it out.

Hisoka seemed to have really liked it when I did that, because the man propped himself up on his elbow and gave me meaningful once-over. Reaching out slowly, he brushed my hair a couple times with his fingers and tucked it behind my ear.

"I don't get why you have to dress up, anyway," Hisoka said, watching my face carefully. "Isn't Halloween sort of a child's holiday?"

"So?" I stuck my tongue out at him and continued to get myself out of my fake zombie-flesh outfit. "You're 27-years-old and you dress up like a clown every day."

"That's because you find me attractive that way," he cast me an arrogant, all-knowing look.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Arrogant prick, I muttered internally.

"You know," I said, folding my costume and mask and setting it atop the bedside table, "Someone needs to take you down a notch."

An ever-so-curious eyebrow raised.

"Oh?" he asked. "Do tell."

"Just saying," I frowned, crossing my arms and giving him that look. "You're too hard up the ass and someone needs to teach you a lesson."

"Hard up the ass, huh?" a mischievous 'heh' resounded from his lips. "If I recall, you liked it that way last night."

My face immediately flared red. "SHUT UP!!"

"Oh, why so shy?" He continued teasingly. "I'm just saying, you enjoyed it when I taught you a lesson."

"I said, SHUT UP!!"

"Nope."

"PERVERT!!" I practically yelled at the top of my lungs. If looks could kill, my jokester-of-a-boyfriend would have been dead by now.

But, as it already seems, Hisoka didn't even seem to care.

He kept on smiling.

Frustrated, I stomped over to the moderately large kitchen counter located waaay across his gigantic apartment so I could fume internally. Sitting down at one of the high chairs, I attempted to distract myself with other things to keep myself from beating up Hisoka.

It wasn't long after when I heard the soft shuffling of sheets and the slow creaking of the bed. Then, the pitter-patter of his light feet across the wooden floor.

The sound got closer, closer, and closer - until they stopped.

Right behind where I was sitting.

I made no motion to look behind me.

For my sake.

Knowing Hisoka, he was probably nude at the moment. This man loved to walk around his apartment wild and free - letting his junk hang out in all its glory.

Not that I minded.

(Hey, don't judge!!)

But it clearly didn't help my situation at the moment. Even though I wasn't looking, I could tell from his aura that he was demanding for me to look at him.

As if to confirm, Hisoka spoke in a clear, low voice. "Arie..."

"P-put some clothes on first," I muttered, a little too hastily. "I can't look at you when you're commando...freakin' pervert!!"

"Pervert?" A small chuckle. "I'll say it again, darling. Only yours."

And with that, Hisoka slowly leaned forward and slid his strong, sturdy arms around my waist and nuzzled his face against the crook of my neck. Goosebumps rushed up, all over my arms and neck.

"H-Hisoka!" I squealed, wiggling around. The red-haired man tightened his grip around me even more. "Cut it out! It's too early in the morning."

He let out a deep, throaty groan.

"Don't move," he muttered, voice sending sweet vibrations.  "I have to mark you."

My breath hitched. "Again?!"

"Again," he nodded, his face slowly brushing against the nape of my neck. With every move, he planted soft butterfly kisses. "You're so cute, it's a crime not to."

Suppressing a moan, I couldn't help but love and dread what he was about to do. The last time this guy marked me was when we went to a local grocery store to buy food. Apparently, having a male cashier ask for debit or credit was grounds for giving hickeys in public.

I mean, really...

"Dammit, Hisoka!" I had somehow managed to wiggle my way out of his hug and glare at him. "You have no sense of control, do you?!"

"Of course not," he replied happily.

For some reason, the promptness of his response surprised me; but, I decided to brush it off. Instead, I focused on him more.

"Now," Hisoka gestured to the seat I was just using. "Sit."

I scowled. "I'm not a dog."

"I never said you were," he said firmly and a little sarcastically. "Now, sit."

"No."

"Arie..."

"I said -"

"Now..."

It was then that Hisoka gave me his signature 'I'm-gonna-screw-with-you-if-you-don't-listen-to-me-Arie' look. Which, by far, was the scariest face he has ever had.

We both knew that Hisoka completely outclassed me in combat and tactics. He would find a way to pin me down and make me comply easy.

So, really, it comes down to: do I want to do it the easy way or the hard way?

I sat down.

Grumpily.

A huge grin broke across his face.

"Good girl," Hisoka whispered deviously. "I'm surprised you listened to me the first time."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not like I have a choice anyway."

"True," Hisoka chuckled at my complete, utter bluntness before placing his lips just above my skin. "But, good girls get good treats, and I know you're craving for something sweet."

Before I could say any bullshit about his cheesy pickup lines, his lips firmly brushed themselves on the skin on the back of my neck. Small suctions teasingly pulled at my skin, creating small waves of pleasure and I couldn't help but let out a small moan.

"Trick - or - treat, Arie~chan."