A peaceful little smile adorned his unconcerned expression as he walked in the elevator, turning his back to the magician to search for his floor in the myriad of numbers of the panel. Hundreds of buttons to get to his own in Heaven’s Arena, right above the one that was lightened up. Chrollo raised his hand to press it but was stopped by Hisoka’s grip on his wrist. Damp hand traced his skin, getting under his sleeve and then bringing his fingers to that lustful mouth, that covered them in lustful kisses.

“What are you doing?” Chrollo slowly turned to him, voice still sounding casual and unaffected.

“I’m just curious to know what you hide under your sleeve,” Hisoka reached the inside of his wrist, placing his lips against it and sucking in a way Chrollo could almost feel his blood being drawn by the pressure to give him his metallic taste. “Tricks, or your heart, boss?”

He said against his sensitive skin, warm breath tickling it so that Chrollo’s first impulse was to pull his wrist back. But Hisoka was stronger than him. His willpower, so high after a fight, could get him on his knees so easily if he wanted to. And he did. This is why he had to stay alert under his façade, holding his ground while smiling. The magician could never know the effect he really had on him.

“And what did you find?” Their eyes locked, a silent exchange, almost playful. Almost teasing.

Or so Chrollo wished.

“What I love the most about you.”

He waited for Hisoka to elaborate but he didn’t. He wouldn’t make himself clear when he could leave him with a riddle. It just made Chrollo certain: he should be disgusted by him. By his suspicious demeanor, his disrespectful manners, his intrusive touches. He should be disgusted by his saliva shining on his now flushed wrist, his hand dirty with his and someone else’s body fluids. By logic, it was disgusting. Given his own demeanor, he should be at least indifferent to it.

But Chrollo was allured by it. Such a monstrous mistake, being seduced by the cheapest of the devils.

The elevator stopped suddenly, making him feel his chest squeezing a little tight. The ring sounded, doors opened to Hisoka’s floor, so like his own. The magician finally broke contact, letting go of his arm and walking past him as if he was nothing that mattered. So different from a second ago. Chrollo didn’t move, however. He waited for the doors to close again, the elevator to move and get him out of his trance.

It was just a matter of days for him to fight Hisoka, and then this problem would be over.

It took him longer than necessary to realize the doors had closed but the elevator was still stuck in the same place. Then he looked at the panel, his floor button dark for it was never pressed. Chrollo sighed deeply, his defenses down for a moment as he raised his hand just to be stopped again by the doors opening in front of him.

Hisoka leaned seductively against one of them, keeping the elevator open. Apparently, he was interested again, or it was just a part of his plans all along. To see how long it would take for Chrollo to notice he failed to press a simple button because of him.