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Illumi waited in the shadows of an ancient oak tree, ready to go into action at any given moment.
For some time already, he had kept his gaze on the security camera peeking above the villa's walls, and while watching it sweep from left to right, he calculated the right moment to move. When he felt he had gotten into the camera's rhythm, he signaled to his companion to follow and ran toward the wall, where the maintenance door was located. Hisoka kept pace.
They reached the first checkpoint of the mission, though it was only the first step of many needed to reach the target unnoticed. While they were hidden in the camera's blind spot, Illumi pulled out a small electronic device, switched it on, and held it against a control panel by the door.
He could feel Hisoka’s eyes on him. The scrutiny was bothersome, reminding him why he favored solitary work whenever possible.
Tonight, however, he needed his assistance.
The target was a judge with power and connections who had been under threat for weeks. Lesser assassins had failed to complete the job and left the judge in a paranoid state, which in turn led him to hire guards, install cameras, and, most concerningly, build as many as three panic rooms.
The client who had hired those previous assassins, after seeing them fail one by one, decided this wasn't a situation for half measures and filed an application to hire a Zoldyck, the only right choice that should have been made from the start. Illumi was determined to show him that. To achieve this, he had to remain undetected until he reached the target's office, so as not to risk him running into the panic room located there.
And that’s when Hisoka came into play, since Illumi needed backup. Even if working with him had its obvious downsides, he couldn’t deny Hisoka's strategic skills and talent for handling unexpected situations.
The device blinked green twice. Time to go. Illumi pocketed it and sneaked through the entrance, while Hisoka followed close behind.
They crouched behind a row of hedges, and Illumi took a moment to survey the villa: large, surrounded by an even larger lawn, which luckily for them, included plenty of strategic hiding spots, such as marble statues and plants. Consistent with the intel Illumi had received, he saw a multitude of security cameras scanning the area.
As expected, there were guards as well, patrolling the grounds in pairs. Illumi and Hisoka waited until the pair closest to them passed by, then sprinted across the lawn while keeping their bodies low, zigzagging from one hiding place to another.
They stopped near their next checkpoint, the side door through which they planned to enter the house, and took cover behind a giant terracotta pot.
A guard stood before it, scanning the perimeter as diligently as the cameras did. Illumi waited for him to move along, but enough time passed to make it clear that this would not happen.
Illumi started looking around, searching for ideas on how to proceed, but before any could form, Hisoka tapped his shoulder and pointed at some bushes on the left. Illumi watched as Hisoka shaped a snake-like form from Bungee Gum, which drilled into the ground and reappeared between the bushes. Hisoka gave them a shake.
At first, the guard ignored the noise, but as it persisted, he muttered something about "damn raccoons" and went to investigate.
When he leaned in, Hisoka clamped the gum over his mouth, while Illumi appeared behind him and pushed a pin into his neck. “You’ll let us pass and return to your post. You saw nothing,” Illumi whispered. The guard nodded, and without waiting a second longer, Illumi and Hisoka passed through the door.
They entered the kitchen, which was empty and devoid of cameras. Illumi activated Gyo and took a minute to scan the house, noting far fewer guards inside and none between them and the judge’s office.
He turned to Hisoka. “When we reach the office, we have to be quick. You open the door, and I'll go in and attack. Understood?”
Hisoka nodded. “Clear as day.”
“Good. Then let’s move.”
Illumi and Hisoka moved forward through an empty corridor.
They were halfway through when the sound of a flushing toilet and an opening door made them stop.
Dammit. He must have overlooked that guard.
From the sound of approaching footsteps, it was clear they were seconds away from bumping into each other, and there wasn't any room nearby they could hide in.
Acting on instinct, and not even sure they would fit, Illumi pushed Hisoka into a dark gap between a large cabinet and the wall.
They squeezed into the minimal space. He could feel Hisoka's scent and his muscles pressed against his own.
Hisoka leaned in, his breath warm against Illumi's ear.
“I think he’s gone.”
Illumi nodded and left the space. Quickly.
With the path clear, they proceeded without further complications and soon found themselves before a heavy wooden door.
Illumi counted down with his fingers, and as soon as he finished, Hisoka opened the door while Illumi barged in with a needle in hand.
The target, an older man with thinning hair, jerked his head up. Illumi threw the pin at the man’s throat, but the judge's paranoid instincts made him even quicker: he dodged the needle by diving low and slammed a giant button on his desk as he went
With alarming speed, steel panels descended from the middle of the ceiling, seconds away from dividing the office in half.
Illumi realized that the panic room wasn't an additional space, but was built into the room itself... and that he couldn't make it there in time even if he tried. The mission was about to fail.
At the same time, Hisoka, instead of trying to get there, sent a card swishing past Illumi and into the room just before the barrier closed.
For a moment, nothing happened. The room was sealed, and Illumi thought it really was over. But then the walls retracted, and Illumi saw that the card had skewered the button. It must have pressed it and reversed the mechanism.
Hisoka reclined against a bookshelf and retrieved the card with Bungee Gum. He held it up and blew on it as if cooling off a revolver.
“All yours,” Hisoka said in a sing-song voice.
Illumi walked to the other side of the desk, where the judge was cowering underneath, struggling to catch his breath, and looking at him with pure terror in his eyes. Just as Illumi was about to grab him, the man lay flat on his belly and slithered toward him, begging and crying.
Illumi observed the judge trembling at his feet. The man reminded him of a frightened animal, trapped and scrabbling at a cage with no hope of escape. He wondered why his targets so seldom kept their dignity when death was imminent. Begging changed nothing.
Illumi gripped the judge by the collar and hauled him up. The man tried to wrestle free until Illumi pushed a pin into the target’s neck, and the commotion stopped as if switched off.
He let the body slump to the floor. Mission complete.
When he turned around, he met Hisoka’s gaze across the room, this time sparkling with what seemed to be excitement.
“You’re staring again,” Illumi said.
“I’m a huge fan of your work. You should know by now.”
Illumi said nothing. Instead, he took a photo of the body and sent it to the client.
Then he opened his kill list and scrolled down to the judge's name, where he tapped the box beside it and officially concluded the job.
“Another day, another soul gone.” Hisoka's voice tickled his ear. Illumi felt a weight settle on his shoulder as the magician’s chin came to rest there, bringing with it his warmth. His scent.
That ridiculous cotton candy cologne of his, and beneath that, his natural scent, which made Illumi think of gunpowder and rushed encounters. Sweaty, tinged with blood. Of eager hands and even more eager tongues, collecting the taste of skin, musky and salty, like seawater on the lips.
Illumi noticed Hisoka staring at his phone. He put it away and faced him. “Thank you for your assistance with the mission. Your contributions were adequate.”
“Hmm.” Hisoka licked the tip of his thumb and wiped away a drop of the target’s blood that had landed on Illumi’s cheek. “Better.”
“I don’t have time for sex.”
Hisoka laughed. “And they say romance is dead.” In a single step, he closed the gap and pressed his thigh against Illumi’s groin. "Your body seems to disagree." Hisoka glanced down and then back up at him. "But since you’re so busy..."
Illumi held his breath, expecting Hisoka to do something, anything, even if Illumi had clearly stated he didn’t want to, but Hisoka turned away and went for the door. Illumi acted on impulse. He grabbed Hisoka’s wrist, stopping him from going any farther, and pulled him close.
After a brief, intense kiss, Illumi pushed Hisoka downward and reclined against the desk, anchoring himself with his hands.
When he looked down, he saw Hisoka kneeling at his feet, his blue fingernails working his belt loose, then his zipper.
Hisoka pushed Illumi’s pants down, and then for a moment, fussed with his briefs like a cat pawing at a new toy. He raised his gaze, fluttering his eyelashes.
“Tell me, Illumi… do you like me better on my knees?”
“Don’t ask obvious questions.”
“And you like my enthusiasm don’t you?”
“I don’t see why you keep asking pointless things. Just get on with it.”
“So impatient.” Hisoka hooked a finger in Illumi’s waistband, paused, then smiled up at him. “Oh, but I can’t rush my favorite job.”
“You always had trouble following orders without commentary.”
“Teach me then. Show me how to shut up and be useful.”
Illumi took him up on the offer. He pulled his dick out of his briefs and hooked his other hand around the nape of Hisoka’s neck, making him take him in.
The sudden warmth and wetness made Illumi hiss out a breath and tilt his head back. A muffled moan rose from Hisoka’s throat, delighted, almost childlike in its joy.
Despite Hisoka’s obvious enthusiasm, Illumi’s hand remained on him, tangled in the strands and maintaining a firm grip.
Hisoka wasted no time with teasing or half-measures, just how Illumi liked it. He went straight to the point, taking his cock into his mouth and sucking it diligently. There was no pausing, no breaking away, as if he couldn’t bear to let go of Illumi’s cock for even a second.
All the while, Illumi kept watching him, taking in the strength rippling beneath his skin. Muscle upon muscle, capable of tearing a man in half as effortlessly as one might tear paper, and there he was, all of that power subdued at his feet, willingly, without the influence of pins or threats. Illumi had to control himself, because the thought alone brought him dangerously close to coming.
How long had it been since the last time?
Perhaps Illumi should consider involving Hisoka in his missions more often. He was good.
And Hisoka wasn’t one to stick to a single trick either. Soon he enriched his blowjob with swirls of his tongue, wrapping his lips around the head and popping it off, as if it were the tastiest lollipop in the world. Then he worked his way down, licking longer and longer strokes until he reached the balls and gave them some attention as well.
Even then, he didn’t forget about his dick, stroking it with slow pumps.
Illumi enjoyed the assortment of sensations, but the biggest rush came when Hisoka returned to the tip and took his cock into his mouth again, this time sucking him with his tongue as well, swirling it around and pressing it against his dick.
The way Hisoka kept his eyes locked on him, the way he continued blowing him, coupled with the obscene sounds of slurping and sucking—it was enough for Illumi to feel the familiar sensation building inside his body.
But even if his orgasm was within reach without any effort on his part, greed coursed through his veins, tainting his blood. He wanted more.
He moved his hips, thrusting into Hisoka’s mouth, and Hisoka allowed him to take the lead. Illumi watched as the tip pressed against Hisoka's cheek, making it bulge while he continued to fill his mouth again and again.
Each motion sent flashes of fire along Illumi’s dick. Every nerve in his body was set ablaze. The heat kept spreading until it culminated in a wave of scorching pleasure that exploded at the base of his skull.
He came in spurts into the back of Hisoka's throat.
Hisoka swallowed and licked, and even if he was diligent in his task, a few drops of cum dribbled down his chin. Noticing this, Illumi guided them back to Hisoka’s lips.
Hisoka made a show of collecting the beads from Illumi’s fingers, continuing to suck on them long after they had been licked clean.
Illumi exhaled as the last throbs of pleasure waned. He pulled his briefs back into place, zipped up his pants, and fastened his belt.
While Illumi gathered himself, Hisoka remained on his knees, gazing up at him. When he got to his feet, Illumi noticed the bulge at the front of his pants.
Time to get back to work. Illumi took out his phone and opened the file on his next assignment, checking the address and the airship schedules to get there. The job would be quick, but the route—
“You know, I was thinking,” Hisoka said. “It’s always delightful to meet like this, but perhaps we could try something different next time? Change the scenery a bit?”
Illumi’s eyes stayed on his phone. He let out a noncommittal hum.
“Something less formal. No needles, no missions—just you and me.”
At that, Illumi looked up. “I don’t see the point.”
“Oh? You don’t?”
“No. Your assistance is satisfactory as it is. I’ll contact you next time I need you.”
Hisoka crossed his arms, appearing on the verge of adding something else. “Yes?” Illumi asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.
“Nothing.” Hisoka’s smile tightened. “Nothing at all.”
“Very well.” Illumi put the phone back in his pocket and moved to the door. “Then let’s go.”
~~~
Illumi stepped into the elevator, relieved to find it empty.
The doors closed behind him, and the steel cubicle lifted in a soundless glide. Illumi glanced at the glass walls, beyond which lay Yorknew City's night skyline, a view he paid no mind to. His tie was off-center, and he tried to adjust it in his faint reflection while wishing he could get rid of the noose-like accessory.
Formal wear always felt suffocating to him, in more ways than one, so he avoided it whenever possible, especially for missions. Unfortunately, today it was a necessary inconvenience.
His current client had asked for a discreet assassination, specifically one that would mimic a heart attack. Illumi considered the best method to carry out the directive and settled on using Gani-Ti berry extract.
When picked ripe and suspended in oil, Gani-Ti berries cause hallucinations and an upset stomach. However, when harvested a week too early and macerated, even a few drops become lethal upon ingestion. And undetectable—both in beverages and during an autopsy.
It was fortunate to find out that his target was an outgoer and a regular at one of Yorknew's bars, giving Illumi the perfect opportunity to spike his drink with the extract.
He was heading there well prepared, with several vials of the extract hidden in his jacket, anticipating a job that would be quick and easy. However, for such missions it was important to avoid attracting attention… especially since the bar was one of the most "in" places at the moment. Hence the tie.
The elevator dinged, and Illumi stepped out. A long line awaited at the entrance, so lengthy that Illumi suspected most people wouldn't get in at all. He approached the bouncer, placed a few thousand jennies in his palm, and made his way inside.
The place was… not what he had expected. It looked more like a club than a bar and was far from the exclusivity he was accustomed to. At the center of the room, an oval-shaped bar was accessible from all sides, and farther away, modern designer chairs and tables were arranged throughout the space. Even if the panoramic view was pleasant enough, it was spoiled by blue LEDs pulsing throughout the room and making his head hurt. Not to mention the music pounding in his ears and tempting him to snuff out the speakers on the spot.
But he was a professional, of course.
The place was crowded. Some people sat, others danced around the tables. Most were already drunk. He barely noticed them, focused on locating his target.
He moved around, cataloging his surroundings in passing, more out of habit than necessity, noting the exits and the objects that could turn into potential weapons.
After slaloming through a whole sea of stumbling bodies, he spotted him—a man in his thirties, seated on a sofa near the panoramic window.
He stopped mid-step.
There, next to his target, sat Hisoka.
He was reclining on the seat, engaged in conversation with the target. He wore a mesh crop top with nothing underneath and white, slim trousers with a card-symbol pattern. Earrings and stilettos completed his look.
At one point, Hisoka laughed at something the man said while caressing the rim of his glass with a green fingernail, and then moved closer to whisper in his ear. Before Illumi could control it, his aura sparked.
Hisoka turned his head in his direction. His smile widened, and he lifted his hand in a lazy wave. He appeared to be speaking to him, but the music drowned out the words... Even so, the invitation in his gesture was impossible to miss.
This wasn’t ideal, but he would have to work with what he had. He would say a quick hello, walk away, and wait for an opportunity... or maybe even involve Hisoka in the kill? Illumi considered the various options as he approached the two of them.
"Well, if it isn't Illumi! Never thought I'd see you in a place like this." Hisoka glanced at the man beside him. “See, Johnny, Illumi’s my occasional business partner. We collaborate on certain projects from time to time.”
“Hello,” the target said, barely looking up at him.
“Hello.”
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Hisoka said, gesturing to a free chair. “Sit with us.”
What should he do? After a quick calculation, Illumi decided against walking away and joined them to avoid suspicion. Not that the job wasn't already troubled as it was.
“So, Il-lu-mi,” Hisoka drew out his name, “what brings you here tonight?”
“Work. I have a job to finish.”
Hisoka laughed. “I swear he’s one of the worst workaholics I know. I always tell him: live a little.”
Jonathan dropped all pretense of interest in the conversation, turning to Hisoka as if Illumi weren’t there. “So, as I was saying, I have this place by the marina with yachts and jet skis... Wait, let me show you the pics.”
Illumi drummed his fingers against his knee. He would need to rethink his approach to the hit, since it was clear the original plan had flown out the window and splashed red on the pavement. Damn Hisoka. His presence was nothing but bad luck.
Perhaps… Yes, he could go to the bar and buy a round of drinks; that’s what people do. It would look natural. And he could spike the target’s drink along the way.
"—so whenever you're free, just let me know," Jonathan said, “I'll show you around myself, make sure you get the full experience."
With a broad smile and his eyes on the target, Hisoka stretched his arm lazily into the air, and the crop top rode up, revealing a strip of his toned abdomen. "Ooh, I’d love that."
Wait, what?
For the first time, Illumi looked, truly looked, at the target while the duo continued to talk and laugh.
He was masculine in a classic way: broad shoulders and a muscular build beneath a casually unbuttoned shirt, a strong jawline dusted with stubble, neatly styled hair, and the posture of a man assured of his own superiority.
He looked more like a model than the corporate figure who was Illumi's usual target.
Illumi glanced down at his suit. He hadn't noticed how overdressed he was until now, and one look around was enough to confirm that everyone else was wearing something more casual.
Hisoka and Jonathan burst into laughter. It was an unsettling sight, too loud, too carefree, like looking at those photos in a dentist's office where people displayed all-teeth smiles and grinned at each other like idiots.
“Are you two… friends?” Illumi heard himself ask.
"Johnny has been nothing but friendly," Hisoka said, looking at the man, "and a perfect gentleman so far." He glided a fingernail up the target’s thigh. "But I'm rather hoping he'll show me how much better he is at misbehaving."
Illumi gripped the arm of his chair so hard that his nails pierced the fabric.
"Well then, I hope you’re ready for a little trouble." The man grabbed Hisoka by the front of his top and pulled him close for a kiss.
Illumi froze. A sour taste filled his mouth, as he watched Hisoka reply with equal enthusiasm.
“Come here,” Jonathan said, patting his thigh.
Hisoka accepted the invitation. He swung his long, muscular legs over the man’s lap and made himself comfortable, giggling as if he were a schoolgirl and not a six-foot-tall man.
Then their lips met again, deep and unrestrained, and their display caught the attention of the patrons seated nearby. Some snickered, while others averted their gaze, but the pair seemed oblivious to both, lost in their own world. Illumi watched how Jonathan’s hand grabbed Hisoka’s waist, how Hisoka’s fingers latched around his neck.
Hisoka moaned when the man changed tactics and started kissing his neck. Illumi could see the outline of a hard-on forming beneath the fabric of Hisoka’s tight pants.
Illumi was ice. Couldn’t move, couldn’t look away.
This wasn't him. He needed to focus, to pull himself together.
A solitary logical thought about the mission needing to continue crossed his mind, but his body ignored it completely.
Something strange was happening inside him: his organs didn't seem to be functioning as they should, his heart, lungs, and stomach expanded inside him, fighting for space and pressing against his ribs.
They felt too large for the confines of his body. Illumi was sure that his skin would split under the pressure at any moment.
A few eternities later, the man lifted Hisoka’s chin with two fingers, kissed him again, and said, “Let’s take this somewhere private.” He tapped Hisoka's thigh. “How about the bathroom?”
“Ooh, the bathroom. So scandalous.” Hisoka slid off Jonathan’s lap. “Let’s go.”
He glanced at Illumi, as if he had only just remembered he was there.
“Don’t wait up, sweetheart, this may take a while.” He giggled, looking at the man. “Hopefully.”
Illumi never saw himself move. His body acted on pure instinct, and all he could recall were a series of fractured moments.
The man pinned to the floor, gasping for air beneath him, his eyes widening.
Screams rising above the music, people knocking over tables, breaking glasses, running toward any escape.
His pins flying through the air, striking the approaching security.
The lights and music going off.
Illumi was crouching on the floor, trying to understand what had just happened. How much time had passed? It all felt distant, as though he were watching from outside his own body.
His senses and vision were still blurry, only now starting to clear, but he could already see that the place was dark and empty. He stared down at the dead body beneath him.
The thing that brought Illumi back to reality was a smack against his cheek. Not a palm, but something lighter, smaller. When he turned to look, he saw a playing card on the floor, and above it, Hisoka, standing with one hand on his hip and the other wagging a finger at him.
“Tsk, tsk… So rude of you, Illumi. Was it so hard to wait until I finished before you took out your target? You ruined what could have been a perfectly good fuck."
Illumi's mouth was dry. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. "...You knew he was my target?" His voice didn't sound like his own, deeper, rougher.
“Well, naturally. Unless you had other reasons to kill poor Johnny here?”
Illumi forced himself to rose.
“Why are you here?”
Hisoka rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, darling, I do have a life beyond our little games. I came here looking for a good time, and this place was ripe with possibilities—until you showed up and turned it upside down, that is."
He exhaled a dramatic sigh.
"It seems I'll have to find my entertainment elsewhere. Till next time, Illumi."
He turned and started walking away.
“ No.”
Illumi's hand moved on its own, releasing a pin into the air.
But Hisoka was quick. He spun around and caught the pin mid-flight with Bungee Gum just before it could reach his skin. He freed it from the gum and held it between two fingers.
"No? It's not up to you, Illumi. I’m a healthy boy with healthy appetites. And you know what?” With a little smirk, he licked the tip of the pin. “I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want.”
A feral growl tore from Illumi’s throat. His nails shot out, transforming into razor-sharp claws. He charged at Hisoka.
His first slash was so fast it hissed through the air, but Hisoka, instead of being skewered by it as intended, bent backward just shy of its lethal arc. He laughed, high and bright. “Oh my.”
Illumi tried again, barging forward with his claws. Hisoka ducked behind a barstool just as Illumi tore through it and split it in half. While Illumi wrestled his hand free from the metal where it had stuck, Hisoka took the opportunity to move out of his reach.
For a moment, they circled each other like predators.
Then Illumi said, “I forbid you,” and pushed a wave of bloodlust toward Hisoka.
A force that would kill any lesser Nen user on the spot, seemed harmless against him. "Alright, suppose I agree, what then, Mr. All Work and No Play? I just sit around waiting for you to be in the mood?” Hisoka swatted away Illumi’s aura as if it were a bunch of flies. “No thanks, I’ll pass."
Illumi charged again, driving Hisoka back until he hit the wall.
For once Hisoka had nowhere to run, no cover. Only Illumi’s claws and the flesh they were about to meet.
But just as he was about to strike, Hisoka attached a strand of Bungee Gum to a lamp, and pulled himself out of harm’s way, seconds before impact.
Before he could fully understand what had happened, Illumi found himself immobilized from the neck down, and when he glanced around to find the culprit, he saw strands of Bungee Gum wrapped all around his body. He tried to wrench himself free, but the pink ropes only constricted tighter, and the next thing he knew, his back slammed against the floor, and he lay there, flat.
Hisoka straddled him.
“Alright, you have my attention. Looks like you’re up for some games." Hisoka rolled his hips for emphasis, and Illumi fought back the impulse to rock into the motion. "How about a little give and take, and then we go our separate ways?"
Hisoka leaned over Illumi and loosened his tie. Then, button by button, he began undoing Illumi's shirt, exposing more and more of his toned skin.
Caught in the heat of the moment, Illumi had enough lucidity to know that to regain control, he needed to calm down. He steadied his breathing until his heart wasn’t a pounding mess. He retracted his claws and summoned all his strength, and when he felt ready, with one heave, he threw Hisoka off and flipped their positions. Before Hisoka could react, Illumi looped the tie around his neck like an improvised leash and forced him onto his knees.
“If I see you with anyone else.” The heel of Illumi’s boot pressed against Hisoka’s groin, eliciting a low moan from him. “I’ll kill you. Understood?"
He loosened the tie just enough for Hisoka to gulp in air and answer.
“Ohhhhh… How would you do it, hmm? Kill me?”
Illumi jerked the tie, forcing Hisoka to look up. “Slowly.”
Illumi gave the tie a tug to guide Hisoka upright, and with that temporary tether, he led him toward the panoramic window. He recalled walking Mike in a similar way when he was hardly bigger than Hisoka was now… A pity he hadn’t known Hisoka then: he could have curbed his troublesome instincts as well, taught him to heel at his side. But perhaps there was still time.
He released the tie and pushed Hisoka's back against the glass.
“First,” Illumi said, freeing Hisoka’s hard cock from his pants, “I’d use my pins.”
“Off to a good start.”
“People assume the bigger the weapon, the greater the damage. That's a misconception." Illumi spat into his hand and started pumping him slowly. Hisoka moaned and tilted his head against the window. “I know my pins well. I know where to place them, and at what angle to push them in to be the most painful, to do the most harm. I would show you.”
“Yes, Illumi. I’d take it all, take it so well.”
“I know you would,” Illumi said, and for a moment his voice lost its sharpness.
Hisoka's throat bobbed as he swallowed. “What next?”
“Once I've bruised and bled you enough, you've become a trembling mess, and I know the time has come. Then... then I’d use my hands.”
“Yes… keep it personal. I would want to feel you, that last time.”
“I would place my hand on your chest.” Illumi slid his free hand beneath Hisoka’s top and pressed it into his skin. “Here.”
“And?”
“And I would rip your heart out in a single motion, still beating, still yours to witness... so you’d know it belongs only to me.”
Hisoka growled and rushed towards Illumi’s lips, kissing him with the desperation of a starving man. “Illumi, please. My front pocket…”
Illumi let go of Hisoka’s cock and reached into the pocket to find exactly what he had expected. Lube.
“You were desperate for it tonight, weren’t you?”
“Yes, yes… But this—” He bit down on his lower lip. “You’re so much better, there's nobody else like you, Illumi."
Illumi felt a rush, as if adrenaline had been syringed into his bloodstream. “Turn around,” he said.
Hisoka obeyed at once and, without further instruction, prepared himself for Illumi, getting rid of his pants, planting his palms against the window, spreading his legs, and pushing his ass closer to Illumi.
Illumi poured lube onto his fingers and pushed one inside Hisoka, beginning to stretch him open.
“Yes… Illumi,” Hisoka pressed his forehead to the glass.
Illumi was hard, aching for him, but for once he didn’t want to rush it. He breached him with a patience unlike his own, all the while observing him: his quickened breaths, the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin, how he kept repeating Illumi’s name like a prayer.
He only pulled back when he caught Hisoka’s reflection in the window, wearing an expression so drenched in need that it made Illumi lose his inhibition.
He got rid of his pants in a hurry.
Keeping his hands on Hisoka’s hips, he pressed the tip of his dick to Hisoka’s hole. He pushed in. Hisoka felt so warm and inviting around his cock that he couldn't resist, and all at once he buried his entire length inside him.
Once he started, it was impossible to stop. His pace quickened with each thrust, and his grip tightened. He pressed his body against Hisoka until the space between them was nonexistent.
It was still not enough. Illumi wanted all of him, everything Hisoka had to give.
Without pulling out of him, Illumi folded Hisoka’s leg up until his knee pressed against the glass and his ass was even more exposed, then right away, tried the new position.
Yes. Yes. He was able to thrust deeper and higher inside him, and he wasn’t the only one enjoying the change. The new angle hit a spot that drove Hisoka wild.
Hisoka was never one to be quiet, but now he cried out in the most obscene, needy ways. And those sounds... they did something to Illumi. He wanted to be the one to keep pulling them from him, to keep feeling Hisoka’s body quiver against his own.
Illumi was quick to discover the spot that drew the loudest moans from Hisoka, and once he did, he kept pounding right into that bundle of nerves again and again.
Illumi grasped Hisoka’s cock, slick with precum, and stroked it in time with his thrusts.
“Hisoka. I want everyone to see… I want Yorknew to know…”
Illumi pressed his forehead against the nape of Hisoka’s neck.
“—you’re mine.”
Hisoka clenched around him and screamed through his orgasm. His cum spurted against the window.
Illumi followed close behind, slamming in one last time before spilling inside Hisoka.
They were both panting. Illumi’s hands, which moments ago had gripped Hisoka with force, now fondled his body in a way that soothed both Hisoka and himself. Beneath his fingertips, he felt Hisoka’s heartbeat slowing. He noticed how hypersensitive Hisoka was now, shuddering at even the slightest touch.
Bit by bit, the world began to expand beyond the man beside him and the press of their bodies. Illumi took notice of the trashed bar: the overturned tables, shattered glass, a few bodies lying here and there, and pins stuck in the wall. He would need to retrieve those.
Beyond the glass, pulses of blue and red light came from a dozen cars surrounding the building.
Illumi was already getting soft inside Hisoka, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Not yet.
He buried his face in the nape of Hisoka’s neck, breathing him in.
“Next time… we can meet somewhere else,” Illumi said. “I’d like to see your place.”