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The last thing the magician had expected to hear after being called out of the blue to a small desolate bar hidden deep in the city, was for the stoic assassin to walk up to him and request a hug.
"Huh?"
"I said I would like to try a hug." Illumi's face stayed frozen as ever as he spoke again, serious as one could be. The bewildered man in front of him swiveled slightly on his barstool to face him properly.
"A hug?"
"Yes. Did you not hear me?" If the assassin was beginning to get weary of repeating himself, it did not show. Humming, Hisoka clicked his sharp nails lightly on the glass he had ordered 15 minutes ago while waiting for Illumi to show up, words and thoughts carefully arranging themselves behind his eyes and on his tongue. He ruled out the likelihood of the request being a joke. Humour was not Illumi's forte.
"You.." He began, stretching the letters of the word slightly before continuing. "..called and asked me to rendezvous with you on the other side of the city at two in the morning.. for a hug..? "
Illumi blinked deliberately. His way of nodding in the moment.
"Yes."
Hisoka pursed his lips, taking a minute to think. Usually, he would have been annoyed. Especially if he had believed a promising night of carnage and fun was to be had, only to find out that there was no blood on the menu. Truly heartbreaking, if you'd ask him.
But, this situation was somewhat too bizarre and unexpected for him to be upset about.
Besides... an offer to place his hands on the deliciously dangerous man in front of him? Could he really be mad about this…?
Illumi had never once shied away from the brief physical contact Hisoka bestowed upon him from time to time. A hand on the shoulder here, a playful poke there...
He never seemed to mind, but he also never initiated any of said contacts either. Hisoka never really paid it any mind. He was delighted with just being able to kill time, quite literally. especially with someone of his level and taste...
But now, he'd be lying if this new and unexpected development didn't excite him a little.
Tapping a few more times on his half-empty drink with his perfectly manicured razor sharp claws, he debated if he should ask more questions, maybe even tease a little. He finally placed the glass down, deciding that he wasn't going to risk Illumi coming to his senses and changing his mind from him prodding too hard for an answer he didn't really care to know.
Uncrossing his legs and parting them slightly, Hisoka's face finally regained its signature smirk, his voice its usual musical tone. The magician batted his eyelashes a few times, voice leaving his lips as a low, heated purr. "My, my, Illu, what an unusual request. Of course, come here.."
He opened his arms wide, beckoning Illumi closer.
The only indication of the assassin's hesitation or uncertainty appeared in the form of a small pause before he marched brazenly into Hisoka's embrace with the confidence of a man walking into a bear trap.
A little shy? How cute~ the magician thought as he slowly and carefully secured his arms around the dark-haired man, as one would do to not scare away a wild animal.
Illumi stiffly leaned forward to rest his chin on Hisoka's shoulder, forced to stoop a little, due to his associate still being seated. He nestled himself rigidly between the man's open legs, his hand tapping the magician's shoulder blade lightly.
Awkwardly so.
Hisoka held himself back from snorting aloud at the frigidity of his companion and turned his head slightly, blowing silky black strands of hair away to procure access to the assassin's ear. He scarcely and purposefully skimmed it with his lips, noting the subtle spasm of one of Illumi's fingers against his back as he did so. "Don't be so stiff, darling. Hugs are supposed to be relaxing... try to melt into it."
If Illumi minded the sudden pet name, he didn't comment or react to it. "Melt? "
"Yes... let me show you."
On cue, Hisoka used his hands to guide Illumi's spine into a more curved position, allowing his body to rest more comfortably upon his own, and began rubbing small circles into the man's lower back, massaging the skin through the fabric of his shirt, firm and slow.
It appeared to work, because rather than drawing back and cutting the embrace short, as Hisoka was heavily expecting to happen, the assassin hummed, evidently pleased. He proceeded to arch his back a bit more, leaning his weight a tad more firmly onto a delightedly astounded Hisoka, who finally tightened the hold to his liking, arms fastening Illumi securely in place.
He could feel the ebony-haired man's fingers kneading the back of his shirt mechanically and slowly.
Much like a cat, Hisoka thought, amused.
Illumi's heartbeat was as steady as ever, to the magician's slight disappointment. Though, he reckoned it would take more than a modest hug to get a trained assassin's heart pumping, especially one who seemed to have relaxed significantly if the slow breathing tickling the side of his neck was anything to go by.
He swallowed a bit thickly when he felt Illumi press even closer, his pelvis and hips pressing into a rather… delicate area.
Hisoka stifled a groan by burying his nose and mouth into the probably clueless assassin's shoulder, which he didn't seem to mind, suggested by the slight pleased rumbling in his chest.
Definitely, a cat, Hisoka noted amusedly, even as his breath hitched.
Cracking open a golden eye, the magician was met with the wonderful view of Illumi's clothed buttocks. Has the assassin always been this perky? Or was the deep curve of his spine playing tricks on Hisoka's rapidly plummeting brain.
He had intended to tease Illumi a little and perhaps nudge at his boundaries to see if he could glimpse another secret or undiscovered side of his dear stoic ally… But now, he felt like the one losing his cool, the control of the situation slipping effortlessly from his hands and along with it, his restraint.
The redhead hummed quietly onto Illumi's neck, thinking about his next move as carefully as any man drowning in desire could. The next move that, was forcibly chosen when a tiny appreciative noise left Illumi's mouth and made its way through Hisoka's buzzing ears, caressing his brain and shooting rapidly to his groin in delicious tingling waves.
Suddenly feeling much bolder, (and aroused) Hisoka started to move his lips slowly across the pale and creamy neck under him in soft, ghost-like kisses that made prominent goosebumps appear beneath his mouth.
Having yet to have been killed on the spot and pushing his luck, one perfectly manicured hand steadily made its way onto that flawlessly round and inviting butt, stopping to rest there. Hisoka felt his heart start to beat faster, lips curling upward in excitement and anticipation.
He felt the assassin tense for a moment at the sudden new hand placement, his fingers halting their rhythmic movements to grip Hisoka's shirt more firmly.
The magician ceased to breathe for a few seconds, waiting to either be struck down or granted permission to explore further.
Both a win in his book.
Illumi spoke after a brief silence, voice still unchanged.
"Hisoka."
Not having felt the assassin shift away from him and not being able to tell if his name was spoken as a warning or an invitation, Hisoka shrugged mentally, throwing caution to the winds, and followed his immediate desires.
Gliding his second hand down to Illumi's ass, Hisoka could hear his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, (and from so little, how embarrassing...) the adrenaline of a man risking his life- which he definitely was- stretching his smile up to his ears.
Well, if Illumi hadn't noticed his excitement before, he probably could now.
He chuckled, giddy, not quite perceiving Illumi's hair beginning to rise and the air getting heavier, almost thicker.
He finally sunk his fingers into the pliant flesh and the equally cushy fabric covering it. Grabbing two handfuls of Illumi's ass and squeezing them a few times. He groaned audibly now, his throat vibrating with the sound. Yes. This was perfectly worth dying for.. oh, the things he could do to him right now...
The magician's progressively more scandalous train of thoughts were cut short when he finally noticed the suffocating nen-filled air he was breathing in and the floating strands of dark hair in front of his face registering in his overheating brain.
Oh. Well.
Worth dying for, indeed, thought a still smiling Hisoka as Illumi ominously yanked out his pins.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
A bruised face and a couple of days later, Hisoka was still nursing his damaged ego (and hands) back to health in his apartment in Heaven's Arena.
After Illumi had oh so gently slammed his head into the marble countertop hard enough to send a spiderweb of cracks through it, then stabbed his hands with a generous amount of needles, he, to Hisoka's stunned surprise, had then proceeded to wrap Hisoka's arms back around himself, now secured at an appropriate distance from his behind by the pins. Which, to Hisoka, had been just as arousing.
Though the excitement had quickly faded after the tingling numbness in his arms became dull and annoying. It also didn't help that the 'hug' had then lasted for more than half an hour and the realization that Illumi had actually dozed off did very little to get his blood pumping again.
Sure. He supposed it was "cute". But by God, it had been boring. And boredom is by far the worst torture known to mankind, in Hisoka's opinion.
Illumi had not contacted him since. Not that it was surprising. Weeks could go by without communication from the two if they had nothing to ask for.
Still, the magician felt a little peeved at that, this time around. He wasn't exactly sure why. Certainly not because he was upset that his attempt at flustering Illumi had backfired, making him the only fool with a quickened pulse in the embrace. And definitely not because he had felt slightly used once Illumi had decided that the ordeal was over and all he graced his ally with was a "Thank you. Good night." after gifting him a massive case of blue balls and boredom.
He had sacrificed beauty sleep for this damn it. So maybe he felt like getting a little text to...
Hisoka paused.
To what? Fix the abrupt ending of their little encounter? To get an apology? A pat on the head for his trouble? No, that sounded ridiculous.
He frowned at his reflection.
Clearly, he was just upset at the lost beauty sleep.
After deciding to close the subject and let it collect dust in his mind that would be its forever prison and throwing the used makeup wipes in the trash, Hisoka turned off the light, tiptoeing between the clothes he had carelessly thrown on the ground and stopped beside his bed to wiggle out of his underwear. (He liked them tight.)
Tossing aside the article of clothing, he paused to look over his shoulder at the opposite wall, where an enormous mirror contained his reflection.
Chuckling lightly he arched his back, seductively blowing a kiss towards the glass and admiring himself briefly in the dim light coming from the city outside before finally crawling into bed, bunching up the thin, silky covers in his hands, bringing it to his chest and holding it there.
The little opening in the window he was facing away from was letting in a pleasant breeze that softly caressed his exposed back.
After a small glance at his phone and an exasperated huff, the redhead sealed his eyes shut, ready to drift off.
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He felt consciousness rise within his mind. Was it morning already? No. Opening his eyes just a crack revealed the same darkness he had fallen asleep to.
The gentle touch of the wind that had lulled him to sleep was now howling slowly, letting its echoes crawl and bounce on the tall walls of his room, moving the curtains and shadows around ominously. The breeze coming from behind him was definitely stronger.
He froze momentarily.
The window had been opened wider.
The window that was two hundred floors off the ground.
Careful to not move and signal his awareness of the situation to the intruder, the magician narrowed his eyes, scanning the dark corners of the room for any shadows or silhouette that did not belong, his hand itching to reach for the deck of cards sitting innocently on his nightstand.
Oddly enough, he did not feel any presence, which was a clear indication that his little intruder had to be a nen user concealing their aura and existence in a near-perfect zetsu. The tip of his tongue peeked through his lips, moving slowly from one smiling corner to the next. Maybe this would be fun.
A slight dip in the mattress behind him was the only warning Hisoka had before a pair of arms suddenly surrounded him, squeezing him tightly.
Before the redhead could begin to break free and counterattack, he stopped himself, eyes widening as he immediately recognized the faint lavender scent of illumi's hair conditioner.
...Illumi...?
Hisoka kept still, slightly puzzled and baffled by the sudden unannounced appearance of the assassin. He opened his mouth, ready to ask, to question, but Illumi scooting closer on the mattress and pressing his body to his back, burrowing his head in the redhead's shoulder made him shut it back up.
What the hell was he doing??
Hisoka tried glancing behind him to no avail, as he was unwilling to move too much and alert Illumi to his clear awakening. Though.. he suspected the assassin must have noticed.
Was he.. cuddling him?
Hisoka's mind spun wildly. Did Illumi just climb two hundred floors from outside, break-in and flop down onto his bed to spoon him??
Maybe Hisoka was having a very vivid dream.. that would be much more plausible...
His thoughts were cut short by the assassin repeating the slow kneading ritual he had displayed during their last.. "embrace" Only this time the subject of the slight clawing was the magician's bare chest, the faintest feel of lethal nails scratching at his skin. Illumi let out a content hum as he wiggled closer, wrapping his legs around Hisoka's hips and thighs, his breathing slowing down, the assassin already falling asleep.
Which was in complete contrast to the man he was currently snuggled against. Heart beating embarrassingly fast, awake as one could be, due to his mind trying to cope as the confirmation that Illumi had truly broken into his apartment unannounced to use him as an overgrown, living body pillow, sunk in.
He felt an annoyed frown pull at his lips, already feeling an erection that he knew would go untreated, come to life. He frowned harder.
Maybe this was Divine retribution finally knocking at his door.
Illumi twitched deliciously against him in his sleep, clothed hips pressing on his ass, small puffs of air hitting his skin that had grown considerably warmer.
Yes. Definitely Divine retribution.
Hisoka made a bitter note to fistfight God if he ever got the chance.
This was going to be a long torturous night.
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It had indeed been a long night. Not only did Hisoka not get a wink of sleep, he also had to lay there with a raging hard-on the entire time. And, when Illumi finally untangled himself from his sleep-deprived ally, he only stretched, humming, clearly satisfied, before leaving through the window without a word. He could have at least made him breakfast as compensation! Unacceptable.
Well, now that he thought about it.. he didn't know if Illumi knew how to cook. Hm. Questions for later.
The magician glared daggers at the bluish eye bags his reflection showed him, then at his phone. Debating if he should send a colorful message to the snake- (no, the leech- Comparing him to a cat had been too kind, Hisoka thought- ) who had oh so generously decided to make a fool out of him again, in his own bed nonetheless. Just a little warning perhaps. The magician didn't like being taken lightly, which was clearly what was happening now.
While tapping his claws on his arms, Hisoka's decision was made for him when the screen lit up with a text from said leech. He turned his head away with a huff, dramatically pausing before immediately peering down to read. It said, simply;
You are quite warm.
Hisoka let out an amused exhale of breath through his nose, annoyance leaving his body for a brief moment. Was that Illumi's creepy little way of thanking him? Another text appeared.
Can I come back?
Come back to repeat this little torture session where Illumi teases him with his closeness and soft skin and firm muscles while he lies there aroused and miserable? Unable to explore and taste any of it? No thank you. Absolutely not. Hisoka picked up the phone, typing his response quickly.
Sure~
He slapped himself.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Illumi came from time to time, always unannounced, always using the window in the dead of night- even though Hisoka had gifted him a spare key after the fifth time.
He wondered if the lack of warning was due to the assassin deciding on a whim when he felt like spending the night glued to Hisoka, or if he didn't want to bring up the nightly meet up in any way shape or form, like a shameful little secret he feared would feel too real if mentioned out loud outside of their minds.
Hisoka thought that that was kinda hot.
He also noted that the visits were becoming more frequent. Did Illumi need help sleeping or something? Maybe Hisoka could just buy him a giant heated blanket and regain freedom and control of his quickly worsening night schedule. But to tell the truth, the magician preferred imagining that it was because the assassin couldn't keep his hands off him. A man could dream.
It wasn't so bad at this point honestly. Hisoka could manage to fall asleep now. He just had to think of the assassin as an extra pillow or blanket. (Which was easier said than done.) Plus, he supposed it was sort of pleasant to feel the slow and steady heartbeat of Illumi pressed against him, so close, so rhythmic. Like a never-ending mechanical lullaby.
He could almost imagine how it would feel to squeeze the organ slowly in his fist, crimson liquid dripping onto his skin.
Hm.
(Unfortunately, these thoughts did not help him sleep or kill his boners, which he assumed Illumi just politely ignored at that point by always hugging him from behind. He had tried facing the window to see if Illumi would change their positions, but no. A shame.)
The feeling of the whole ordeal being Illumi's way of mocking or teasing him was also somewhat discarded. At this point, Hisoka thought that Illumi just.. felt like hugging him, for some strange insane reason or another.
Once in one of the latest cuddling sessions, he had awoken to find Illumi sleepily sucking on his neck, hands on his arm and pec in a vice grip.
Hisoka had only remarked that his leech comparison had been correct, to his great amusement.
Obviously, the assassin had noticed the copious amount of dark marks still glistening with saliva covering the otherwise flawless skin of his ally as he awoke. He had then proceeded to politely never bring it up. Ever. Though the slight reddening of the dark-haired man's ears as he left was enough for a delighted face-splitting grin to grace Hisoka's cheeks for a few days.
Ah~ So Illumi did get flustered…
The knowledge filled his chest with newfound confidence and mischievous ideas. Maybe he could end up flipping the situation into something more favorable and interesting for him after all...
And so, Hisoka being Hisoka, he began testing (or tempting) Illumi's limits and willpower.
The first night he had been naked, but decently covered by the sheets, which was the reason nothing inappropriate or interesting had taken place, obviously. The next clear move was to sleep naked, without the sheets covering his glorious form. This, frustratingly, only resulted in Illumi politely pulling the covers back over his "sleeping" ally before resuming their cuddling session.
And thus, Hisoka got rid of the sheets entirely. Which resulted in Illumi leaving and bringing back freshly bought or stolen sheets. How infuriating.
And so it was time to try a different tactic.
He fished around for the most sensual underwear he owned. (only used in very special occasions, which had been far too long, in his opinion.) A pair of deep red lacy panties that covered just enough of his generous ass to be tasteful. A lovely little heart-shaped hole was on the back to complete the design. The redhead debated putting some silky dark thigh-highs with them to complete the look.
Hmm, it would probably be too much or too obvious...
And so he put the socks on.
He may or may not have also spent the time to apply light makeup, completed with glittery gloss and perfume. Just to make the look feel finished, he rationalized, fluffing his hair a little. It's not like he dolled himself up in order to impress Illumi or anything. This was simply a test of will.
Alas, despite a promising beginning, starting with the assassin actually pausing as he entered the window to gaze upon the display laying in front of him (making Hisoka's hidden grin widen in expectation) and following with a deep inhale of the crimson hair and pale neck, letting an appreciative hum escape his throat...
Nothing. Not even a wandering hand feeling up his thighs to inspect the smooth fabric of the socks. He simply fell asleep.
That may or may not have wounded his ego. He looked absolutely delectable in this getup. How dare he. Hisoka thought that maybe Illumi's lust for sleep might be more powerful than any carnal desire.
Nevertheless, the magician still noted that his dear ally hadn't bothered pulling the sheets back up to cover him this time around, which did keep the spark of hope alive. Deciding to think of it as progress, he tried again a few times, a bit more modest in his choices. Maybe Illumi had simpler taste, who knows ? Thongs, briefs, boxers, hell even sweatpants. Same results. Nothing worked.
Well... he did place a hand on his hips once, to feel the fabric of a particularly soft and silky-looking underwear Hisoka had completely forgotten that he owned, as hidden underneath the pile as it had been. (Probably because of its horrible neon green color.) But besides that short-lived moment? Truly nothing.
It was disappointing, to say the least. It had been at least 2 months since the whole ordeal had started and Hisoka was starting to feel.. more than a little pent up. He'd been so focused on Illumi and his irregular nightly visits, that it had been quite some time since he'd gotten any action, in any sense of the term. He was unwilling to take someone back to his room in the event that the assassin would decide to drop by. Hell, he hadn't even masturbated this whole time. It probably was a new record. Not one he was particularly happy about.
He definitely felt less playful and was quicker to snap, hyper-aware of any minuscule touches or eyes on him. At this point, someone could probably brush against him and he'd either rip their arms off on the spot and shove it down their throat or collapse in desperation. Hell, even the women working at the front desks were starting to look appealing.
If Hisoka felt like no progress was made in the bedroom, there were definitely subtle changes that had happened in his more professional meetups with Illumi. It started with the assassin lingering a little longer after jobs, actually accepting the offers of going out for drinks and whatnot, which Hisoka thought nothing of.
But then, more noticeably, the assassin started to invade his space a little more freely, little by little. Illumi had always been a little awkward when it came to interacting with other humans, but he always stood at a respectable distance when engaging with them. Now he was unquestionably hovering over and around Hisoka, close enough for shoulders to touch and hair to brush skin.
The magician attributed this sudden change to the simple fact that Illumi just felt more comfortable touching him casually now that they had 'embraced' a good number of times. The redhead also was a little bolder with his touches. When before he would limit himself to shoulder taps and pokes, he now slid his arms freely over the other man's waist and shoulders enjoying the firm muscles underneath his fingers as he let them rest there. The assassin let it happen, liked it even, if the slight relaxation of his blank mask of a face was anything to go by.
Maybe Illumi truly was just sucking out his warmth. Hisoka added vampire to his growing list of things to compare illu with.
Nonetheless, this couldn't last any longer. Hisoka would surely explode if he didn't act soon. And clearly, Illumi wasn't interested in helping, only torturing him. (And not the fun kind of torture.) And so he waited until their next, more professional meetup, to speak up.
"Don't come tomorrow night."
Illumi, who had been busy sipping neatly from his drink, turned his attention fully onto his bar companion, eyebrows slightly raised. It was the first time one of them had spoken directly about their late-night meetings. The assassin took a moment to respond, putting his glass down. "Why?"
But, before Hisoka could answer, Illumi quickly added, "Have you grown uncomfortable or uninterested regarding physical contact with me?"
Hisoka snorted slightly. (If he didn't know Illumi he'd say he almost sounded alarmed.) "No, no, Illu, nothing of the sort.."
"Oh. Good." The assassin visibly relaxed Before tilting his head slightly and continuing, "Explain yourself then. You've never complained or asked for me to refrain from relaxing with you."
Ah, relaxing, so that's what he referred to in his mind. How ironic.. to him at least. Hisoka rested his chin on the back of his hands, debating giving a truthful answer or not.. he supposed he had no reasons to lie, as it wasn't like Illumi would care about whatever he told him.
"Well.." he began, slowly rolling his tongue in his mouth and letting it click against his teeth before continuing,"...I'm flattered that you feel like spending so many nights fused to my back, but... I'm starting to feel a little.. neglected in certain areas and so.. I'd like to have a night or two to take care of myself so to speak!" He smiled prettily, hoping the assassin got his message. It seemed that he did get it.
"Ah. I see. I understand, I'll give you some privacy." Hisoka let out a sigh of relief through his nose, mood immediately more upbeat now that he could look forward to having some much-needed quality time. He smiled, content, before pulling out his phone and looking through his list of contacts. Illumi immediately leaned closer to look at his screen. "What are you doing?"
Hisoka kept scrolling, feet kicking a little. "Hmm? Oh, I'm just considering my options. " The assassin blinked at him. "Your options?"
"Yes. My options. Maybe I'll invite someone over."
Truth be told, maybe Hisoka would rather deal with it alone. He usually had a lot of confidence in his libido and sexual prowess, but he had a feeling he wouldn't last very long after so much time away from the activities. And he'd rather not embarrass himself. But who knows, maybe he'd like to be handled roughly by someone right now... He shivered slightly, feeling his stomach twist deliciously at the thought of it. Too caught up in his thoughts, he almost missed the way Illumi's stoic mask pulled itself into a small frown. "I see."
Hisoka was a bit put off by the sudden icy notes slipping through the words of the assassin, who had turned away from him to stare intensely at his drink. He shrugged. If Illumi was pissed that he'd lost one night of his precious "relaxation" sessions because Hisoka was going to spend it with someone else, that wasn't his problem. The redhead finished what was left of his drink and got up.
"Well, thank you for the invite again today~ " he stretched slightly before starting again, "I'll see you later Illu, bye-bye." He stroked a strand of his bright hair before turning on his heels, steps light and bouncy, unaware of Illumi's eyes following his retreating figure.
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Tonight was the night. Finally. It had been so long since he felt this giddy or excited by the thought of sex. Usually, he just went about the thing with no real thoughts behind it, the event being an activity like any other to him, as pleasant as it was.
But now, he felt oh-so-light that he was actually humming as he stood in front of his mirror, swaying his hips side to side as he finished drying his hair and taking his time to add a little extra perfume and makeup. He had decided, in the end, to call up someone he knew, a decent-looking man he had hooked up with once or twice in the past. He wasn't powerful enough to get his blood truly flowing, but hey, being good in bed made up for that. Plus, he didn't feel like being that picky right now. He'd just try not to break the man in his enthusiasm.
Now whistling a little tune, the magician made his way to his underwear drawers, debating if he should wait for the man to arrive butt-naked or not. In the end, he settled on a white lacy thong. (it was always fun to disrobe your partner a little, wasn't it? Plus it made his ass look fantastic. The pure white and innocent-looking lace was so out of place on such a revealing piece of clothing, making the whole thing feel even dirtier. (Which just turned him on more.)
Feeling satisfied with his appearance, he finally laid down on his stomach on top of his bed, feet swinging excitedly. The magician had already taken care of all of the preparations needed on his end, (he probably wasn't going to bottom tonight but he preferred being ready, just in case) and now he simply had to wait a little. Turning his head slightly to look at the quickly darkening sky outside, he hummed a little as the thought of Illumi's body pressed against his flashed through his mind, immediately making his dick twitch in interest.
He quickly looked away, deciding not to get worked up so quickly before his guest had even arrived. It would be quite rude...
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
What was actually rude was his guest being late. Very late. Hisoka had texted him to ask where he was or if he'd backed out. Nothing. No answer.
The frustrated redhead threw his phone across the room, the device miraculously not shattering on impact. He angrily grabbed one of his pillows, clutching it in his arms before smashing his face into it, his groan muffled by the soft object. He didn't even feel like touching himself now.
With a sigh of despair, Hisoka resigned himself to simply falling asleep for now and to hunt down and kill the man who had stood him up. That would probably make him feel better.
It was on those thoughts that he closed his eyes, unsatisfied and miserable.
He awoke shortly after falling asleep, a loud bolt of thunder startling him awake. Seems like a storm had started outside... Had he closed the windows or was the water getting in...
He groggily turned his head in the direction of said windows only to be met by the dark silhouette of Illumi, standing still by the bed, eyes fixed on him and hands red with blood.
His eyes immediately shot wide open, an embarrassing small gasp of surprise leaving his lips in his half-asleep state.
"Illumi?"
Illumi's face was as unreadable as ever, though his eyes definitely felt a little more animated than normal as he tilted his head, never breaking eye contact.
"It is quite insulting that you'd allow someone so weak and pathetic to lay with you. I was expecting stronger, knowing your usual standards."
Brain still not entirely awake, Hisoka took a few seconds to understand the meaning behind the assassin's words, first looking at the hands caked in blood and then back up at the unnervingly still man. "You killed my date?"
Illumi blinked.
"Yes. My apologies for taking my time, I would have arrived sooner otherwise."
Before Hisoka's brain could process any emotions like anger, (for Illumi getting in the way of him getting some) confusion, or arousal, (for Illumi killing his date and showing up covered in his blood,) Illumi took off his shirt and boots before crawling across the bed and swinging a leg over Hisoka's own, letting himself lay down on the bewildered man's back. Hisoka immediately furrowed his brow.
"Illumi... if you killed my hook-up partner just because you wanted to.. 'relax' with me, I swear to-" Illumi cut him off.
"I'm not here to relax." The sudden rolling of the assassin's hips against his ass made the redhead's heart skip a beat. "I've done a little research the last time we saw each other. So I'll ask now, do you have a preferred code or words you'd like to use if you feel like stopping?"
Hisoka's throat went dry, hand instinctively gripping the sheet before he nodded dumbly, half-convinced he was still sleeping. "..red?"
The dark-haired man hummed in acknowledgment, murmuring a quiet "Good." before immediately lowering his head to Hisoka's neck, hands groping his pecs firmly.
The magician's head spun for a moment, still too stunned to move as Illumi ground his now very obvious erection harder against him. He finally let out a small gasp as the assassin sunk his teeth deeply into his skin, the pain making his toes curl slightly as his member finally twitched to life. He shivered as his ally then proceeded to lick the wound he had created, small tongue lapping at the crimson escaping his skin, mouth moving further up his throat, sucking the flesh thoroughly as he went. Hisoka gripped the sheets a little tighter, small moan-like sounds bubbling in his throat. Illumi stopped his ministrations momentarily to take a deep inhale of the crimson hair, a pleased hum resonating in Hisoka's skull.
'You smell good' was all that was said before he felt the stoic man lift himself off of him, making the magician turn his head in a panic, assuming the other was already done and leaving him. (He knew Illumi would be cruel enough to pull something like that.)
Instead, he saw Illumi examining him unhurriedly, eyes landing and staying on the tiny piece of lacy fabric covering approximately zero percent of his butt.
"I don't think I've seen you in those before." There was a hint of amusement in the assassin's voice that Hisoka didn't have time to reflect on before red fingers hooked themselves on the thin white string, lifting it and letting it snap back down before slowly pulling it off.
It was done so delicately that the magician found himself turning slightly red, feeling ridiculously like some sort of virgin maiden taking her chastity belt off. (He blamed the thought and his current subdued behavior on his two long months of celibacy.) Illumi tossed the underwear to the side, immediately stroking his hands on the generous butt, fingers digging in slightly, massaging the flesh, leaving red stains on the pale skin. Hisoka let himself sink in the bed a bit more comfortably, feeling himself relax pleasantly at the action, a grin returning to his face as he closed his eyes.
Eyes that shot open barely a few moments later as he felt Illumi nudge his leg open and bury his face in his ass, hand gripping his hips. He gasped in surprise as he felt the assassin begin to eat him out, a hot tongue laving over the puckered flesh of his entrance, the muscle strangely dexterous in the way it moved. the small sucking and kissing noises as the dark-haired man worked his magic made Hisoka's thighs tremble slightly as he felt his stomach twist itself into knots. It truly had been too long. Normally, he'd have hummed pleasantly, one hand playing with a strand of his hair as someone pleasured him. Now, he felt his heartbeat in his throat, fingers and nails already testing the resistance of the sheets. (Maybe it's because it's Illumi, the magician thought absently.)
Regardless of the reason, he already felt way too close to finishing for his liking, breathing coming out a bit quicker through his nose. After biting his lips lightly at a particular hard lick, Hisoka spoke up, voice coming out smaller than expected instead of his usual sensual and playful tone. (He frowned internally at it) "Mm... Illu... Give me a second.."
And a second he was given as Illumi lifted his face from his cheeks, flicking his tongue over his lips lightly before quickly flipping Hisoka onto his back, who may or may not have let out an undignified yelp of surprise at the sudden action.
Losing no time, Illumi immediately grabbed the magician member, lowering himself down once again. He stopped just short of touching it with his lips, seemingly observing it or debating what to do before sticking out his tongue and giving the head kitten-like licks. Hisoka felt his shoulder shake with a slight chuckle, seeing a slight possibility to take the lead and regain a bit of his dignity.
"Aww~ Illu, it's not a lollipop you know... let me-" His words died in his throat as Illumi took the head into his mouth and went all the way down, sucking hard. The sight of the assassin's tiny mouth stretched to its limit, the head of his dick pressing against the back of the man's throat made Hisoka see stars for a few seconds, head thrown back against his pillows and hands instinctively coming to grab his companion's hair briefly before letting it go under the sudden threat of teeth, letting out a long moan.
He was going to come at any movement. There was no way he would last any longer. Trying hard to not appear as affected as he was, he looked back down at Illumi, his heaving chest in view as he made eye contact with the dark-haired man who's only indication he was getting hot and bothered by any of this was the slight reddening of his ears. Blinking prettily, Illumi hummed on his dick, head moving ever so slightly up and down.
And that was it. With a whining moan, Hisoka came embarrassingly hard down the assassin's throat, hips sputtering, legs twitching and back arching off the bed. He could feel his eyes watering as his orgasm rocked through him like a roaring tsunami. My, this was long overdue. He whined harder as he felt Illumi swallow around him in gulps, still sucking as he went back up to the top, before giving the head a kiss and a final lick.
The assassin seemed satisfied, looking over the magician's still twitching thighs and heaving chest interestedly, before making quick work of his own pants and grabbing a still recovering Hisoka by the hair, lifting him until he had no choice but to stay on his hands and knees in front of the still untouched erection of the dark-haired man. Yellow eyes had to take a moment to register the new situation before looking up tiredly at Illumi's dark and seemingly bottomless ones. Panting slightly, Hisoka opened his mouth to ask Illu to wait a moment before continuing, only to have the assassin take it as his cue to shove his member down his throat.
Gagging immediately, the magician's hands shot up to grab at Illumi's thighs for dear life as the assassin set up a brutal pace, facefucking Hisoka's pretty little mouth hard, hands holding his head in a grip or steel. Still trying to get his bearings, the redhead sunk his nails deep enough into the meat of Illumi's thighs to draw blood, tears finally spilling on his cheeks, ruining his eyeliner. Still gagging and letting out small pitiful gurgles and whines, Hisoka looked up through wet lashes, making eye contact with a now slightly flushed Illumi who was observing him intently, small huff slipping from his lips as his hips continued to slap against Hisoka's heated face.
Feeling his dick twitch back to life and his stomach getting warmer, the redhead whined harder, legs feeling weak all of a sudden. (Probably because of the lack of air.) Illumi chose that moment to hold Hisoka's face pressed against his pelvis, hips rolling slightly. The redhead sputtered and choked, face becoming redder and redder, eyes still fixed on Illumi's own. After a moment Hisoka tapped the man's now bleeding thighs to indicate his need for air, which only resulted in Illumi tilting his head and looking at his darkening complexion with a certain fascination.
The magician whined, heart beating faster. Was Illumi actually going to choke him to death on his cock?
Maybe his thoughts were displayed clearer in his eyes than he imagined because there was a slight shift in Illumi's expression and suddenly, he was cumming with a small breathy moan, taking Hisoka by surprise. He swallowed as quickly and as best he could, eager to have air back in his lungs.
Illumi watched him do so while stroking his hair gently, almost absentmindedly before letting him go. Hisoka collapsed into the bed, breath ragged and face streaked with dark mascara lines. After a small moment of respite, he felt Illumi grabbing his shoulder, placing him on his back again, before he could ask or formulate a thought he felt Illumi lay on top of him, pressing himself onto the warm body underneath him, lips touching his own almost timidly. Illumi drew back to look at his face searching for something, Hisoka didn't know what, before going back to kiss him again, small and brief, again and again.
Hisoka took a deep breath, letting himself be showered in the avalanche of feather-like kisses as he recovered. A small hint of tongue was felt on his lips and he opened his mouth just a crack to let Illumi open it the rest of the way with his own, letting their tongues touch, slowly passing over one another, exploring. Closing his eyes and humming, the redhead placed a hand on the smooth surface of Illumi's back, the other hand reaching lower and grabbing a cheek and squeezing it, earning him a pleased little noise from Illumi who melted deeper into the kiss.
After a little while of them slowly making out and caressing each other's body, Illumi separated himself from Hisoka, who whined slightly at the sudden loss. The assassin shook his head a little as if trying to come back to a more aware state of mind before looking behind him and searching for something in his discarded pants.
Hisoka hummed and stretched slowly, hand rubbing circles into the dark-haired man's hip bone. A small "Ah!" of victory came from Illumi as he turned back to Hisoka with a small bottle of lube. Hisoka eyebrows shot up.
"..You brought lube?" Illumi blinked at him before squirting some into his hands. "Yes. Like I said earlier, when we last saw each other, I made a decision and did some research. I watched a few documentaries on sexual intercourse and thought it would be necessary to buy this" Now it was Hisoka's turn to blink. "..You studied..porn..?"
''Mmh. Are you already stretched?"
Hisoka held back a snort, which did not go unnoticed by Illumi. He frowned, making Hisoka chuckle harder. Said chuckle that was cut short instantly when the assassin grabbed his legs hard, spreading them wide, pouring a good amount of lube onto his entrance, making him gasp slightly at the sudden cold sensation. Not giving Hisoka time to protest or make any other comments, Illumi went back to press his mouth onto the other's lips as he quickly got to work, fingering the lube into the magician who let out a small moan of indignation, legs immediately parting a little more.
The kiss ended as quick as it began and Illumi, satisfied with his work, went to press the head on his member against Hisoka's entrance, rubbing it slightly, looking very focused about what he was doing. (How cute, the redhead thought, a grin spreading on his face.) That grin twisted slightly as Illumi started to sink in a lot quicker than Hisoka thought he would. He let out a breathy little noise of pain as the assassin's hips pressed against his ass in one smooth motion. Illumi looked fascinated and started to move immediately, making Hisoka wince, smile wavering for a second but remaining in place. This was far from any type of pain that hisoka couldn’t handle, but still, it had been a while, "Illu-..not wasting..any time I see.. ah!"
Seemingly too absorbed in the new sensation, Illumi had already started to give firm thrusts that made Hisoka bounce slightly, small little "ah!"'s and pained exhales escaping his parted lips as he grasped the assassin's hands that were holding his hips tightly.
A particularly hard thrust made him winced long and hard, face scrunching up, which actually got Illumi's attention, stopping him momentarily.
"Oh. My apologies, was I going too fast?" Annoyed at the sudden interruption, Hisoka made a show of rolling his eyes trying to look exasperated as best he could when his face was already red from the anticipation of how deliciously rough this was promising to be. "You should know I like a little bit of pain... This is nothing." He paused, thinking a bit before adding. "I just haven't been at the receiving end in a while, that's all." And hopefully, if he played his cards carefully, he could probably manage a switch during the night. Oh, he just had to have the assassin underneath him, at his mercy (or lack thereof) at some point. He did feel like paying Illumi back for his two months of frustration after all. The thought of the ruthless assassin being bounced on his cock, wide eyes and mouth open to let escape delicious little sounds made his stomach tingle.
Illumi seemed to also think for a small while, an odd small smile stretching his mouth. "I see. I'll try not to disappoint, then."
No sooner had the words finished crossing his lips, Illumi readjusted his grip on the pale hips before starting to beat an unforgiving pace into Hisoka, who gasped, startled out of his fantasy, immediately ripping the sheets trying to hold onto something.
The magician had to believe the assassin was using most of his strength because he actually could feel the bones of his hips throbbing, aching with each new thrust, skin blooming purple and red where Illumi's thumb and fingers were holding him. The sturdy bed was rocking back and forth with the strength of the movements, adding slight creaking to the chorus of slapping and heavy breathing. The only sounds missing were the moans threatening to spill out of Hisoka's mouth.
The magician had bitten his lips shut, only letting whines that were growing in intensity reverberate in his throat, small droplets of sweat forming on his face. Illumi noticed this, of course, and made eye contact with the single golden one that was still cracked open, eyebrow above it arching in such a way that the challenge was obvious; Can you make this mouth open? The assassin slowed his pace for a moment, readjusting himself, gaze unbreaking. What a silly game… A silly game that he'd win so quickly. Using most of his strength could probably do the trick. Hisoka could handle it. Probably.
The first thrust containing Illumi's full strength made Hisoka bite his lip so hard that blood spilled out. A little more and he'd have probably cracked his jaw. With both eyes now wide open, he looked warily at Illumi who had the hint of a smile on his face. The assassin patiently waited a few seconds before commencing the second thrust, letting the first one settle in as a warning of what was to come.
The second one actually brought tears to the magician's eyes, heart jumping into his throat, fingers digging further into his mattress. The third and fourth ones were quickly followed by more, the pace quickening. After the particularly brutal one, Hisoka finally released his bleeding lip from his teeth, a broken moan that was closer to a shout leaving him as a tear finally spilled. This had to be the hardest anyone had ever fucked him.
Sure he'd had more violent, but this was resonating in his bones. He literally couldn't feel his legs anymore, as spread open that they were, to grant all the access Illumi needed. As a second tear left his eyes, Hisoka wondered if Illumi had broken his hips and he just couldn't feel it yet. The absurd thought was quickly forgotten as an orgasm took him by surprise, shaking the magician from the inside out. He yelled in surprise, a hiccup escaping him as his tongue left his open mouth, cum landing all the way up to his chin.
If Hisoka thought that would earn him a break, it did not. Illumi kept fucking him just as hard through it, making the magician sob pitifully at the overstimulation. Even more sensitive now, he felt like he was dying with how atrociously good it was. He only realized he was crying when he felt the tears slip into his open mouth. They were coming out like big pearls of water and mixing with his ruined eyeliner. His chest was trembling with his hard shaky breaths, each coming out short and irregular.
If Illumi slowed his hips because he was fascinated with Hisoka's current state or worried about it, the magician didn't know. The brutal pace suddenly morphed into a slow pleasant roll against his abused and definitely bruised ass, as the assassin leaned down on Hisoka's still trembling torso, his sobs shaking it harder. Illumi's fingers tenderly rubbed one of his black-streaked cheeks as he slowly licked the other, a puff of stabilizing breath hitting his face.
He hummed as he kept his hips moving, pulling back slightly to look at Hisoka's reddened face.
"Good boy"
And that was enough to make the magician cum a second time, a strangled cry leaving him as Illumi's mouth pulled into a small smile. He shushed him as he kissed his face, cheeks, nose and mouth. Completely out of it, Hisoka weakly grabbed at the assassin's shoulder trying to speak through the little sobs and "Ah!"'s he was making every time Illumi rolled his hips into him.
"I.. Illu.. ah! Illumi.." Another hiccup.
The assassin passed his hand through the redhead's locks, mouth still kissing the tears on his cheeks. "I like this look on you. " He paused, grinding harder. "I think I'd like to see it more often." Whether Hisoka whined at the promise for more, or the now harder thrusts, who knew. Chasing his own release now, Illumi wrapped around him with his arms, mouth sealing itself onto his and after a short while of sucking and kissing noises, the assassin finally came, a soft breathy sound leaving him as he pumped the magician's inside full of cum. A small mewl left Hisoka as he felt the warm liquid flooding him, shaking legs wrapping themselves as best as they could to keep the assassin in place.
They both sighed as it stopped and everything went still. Illumi blinked his eyes open a few times, lifting himself off and pulling out of Hisoka's who whined at the loss. He took a moment to observe the red and already purple finger marks on the redhead hips and thighs, the shades on the bruised ass, cum slowly slipping out of the red and slightly bleeding hole. (Oops, Illumi thought.) He let out a contemplative noise as he looked up to Hisoka's still red and stained with makeup face, who smiled lazily at him, clearly all fucked out.
"..that was.." he shivered, thighs twitching, voice rough. "Something... Thank you for killing my date... Illu." He giggled, eyes closing.
Illumi nodded. "You're welcome."
The magician snorted at the answer before thinking a little, brain slowly putting words in his mouth, words that left slowly and sleepily. "Actually, why did you kill my date?" He briefly paused to let out a small yawn,
"..mmm, I thought you weren't interested in sleeping with me sexually....not that I'm complaining." He yawned quietly again.
"I'm just wondering what suddenly made you decide to fuck my brains out." Hisoka added, with a bit of a pout, "I have been trying to get you to do that for a while now and you never... responded accordingly."
Illumi hummed, head tilting slightly. "Well. I was content simply sleeping next to you. I discovered that it is far more pleasant and relaxing to sleep with something warm against you." (Truly a reptile , Hisoka noted in his quickly shutting down brain.) "...and I had planned to keep doing just that since I enjoyed it quite a lot, but..."
He paused, tapping his chin slightly. "...the thought of someone else lying down with you made me mad. So I decided to get rid of them and make a point of who is deserving of being in your bed. Me."
Hisoka snorted a little, "Hmm.. possessive type, mm? I'm flattered, Lulu.." Illumi hummed in agreement before scooting next to the magician and wrapping his arms around him, going back to their previous nightly cuddling position. The redhead blinked a few times. "I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."
"My apologies. I'll go gently next time."
"Hmm. Next time you'll be the one screaming."
He felt Illumi smile into his shoulder. "We'll see."
And with that, they both fell asleep, Hisoka's final thought being about the fact that his plan had worked, but somehow… he felt like the one who had been played.
He shrugged the thought away, too tired and satisfied to care.