Category: Hunter X Hunter

Boot Camp, or, “Why Do the Bad Guys Always Have the Sexiest Uniforms?” “Where are they?” Leorio glanced at his watch – was it broken? It still had the same display he’d seen the last time he’d looked at it. Twenty minutes later than it should be, assuming his friends could be trusted to arrive…

Sex and Drugs, or, “That’s Some Funny Tobacco in that Pipe, Mr. Caterpillar.” It was nearly morning – Killua felt the sun on his face before he was completely awake, and shifted a bit, grimacing. There was some reason he needed to be up early – he felt it through the hazy layer of drowsiness…

The Phonebooth, or, “Aural Sex.” “Move over!” “I can’t – you’re not giving me enough space, Killu – AH!” “Well, I don’t have enough either, so move!” “I told you, I can’t! Stop – !” “What are you two doing?” Leorio’s exasperated voice came through from the phone clenched in Gon’s fist – which was…

The Wardrobe, or, “I Feel Pretty!” Things were rapidly getting heated. Kurapika allowed Leorio to roll them over so he was on top – it wasn’t so bad to concede every now and then, really – pressing down hard against him and kissing enthusiastically and open-mouthed. He could feel the evidence of Leorio’s desire against…

The Closet, or, “Denial isn’t just a River in Egypt!” “I am so not gay,” Leorio muttered. It was dark, and he could barely see anything – his clothes were out there somewhere – he wasn’t really sure where, since things got hazy after a certain point. At the moment, he was naked and blissfully…

The Harem, or, “When in Rome…” Killua was wearing harem pants. Well, not exactly. Gon stared at the pants for the thirteenth or fourteenth time that day – he’d lost count, not that it was important – trying to figure out just what it was about them. They were a smooth-looking material, and very loose,…

The Thrill of the Forbidden, or, “No, You Must Not!…Here, Let Me Help You.” “This… this is a shared office…” Leorio protested weakly. He should be putting up some sort of protest – the last thing he needed was to get caught with his pants down, literally… Oh, hell, he really should’ve made a protest…

The Sexuality of Terror, or, “Help, I’m Out of Control, Thank God!” Killua wasn’t entirely sure how “collapse against each other in relief” had become “make out frantically against a wall”, but under the circumstances, he didn’t feel up to complaining. The battle had been short, intense, and one-sided; he and Gon were lucky to…

The Audience “You know, these walls are very thin,” Senritsu explained. There was a small, indulgent smile on her face – gentle, but also quite meaningful. “And my hearing is – “ “You don’t have to say more,” Kurapika interrupted, mortified beyond belief but determined not to show it. He shut his eyes, trying to…

Anonymity, or, “Taken by the Faceless Stranger” It wasn’t just that he couldn’t see – Gon could hardly hear, with the rushing in the background and the roaring in his ears from being at the center of that fanfare celebration. And normally, even with the blindfold – his penalty for the day, due to the…