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Only You and Mine
(Hunter X Hunter Hisoka x Illumi shipping. Oneshot.)
(Mature/ Sex/ Obscenity/ Smut/ Fluff/ Angst)
Quick notes:
I like to add fiction fillers in between canon, because I just wish I could see more of them together~ T__T
So this happens sometime in between Heaven’s Arena Arc and Yorknew City arc. Hisoka and Illumi meets up. Some angsts and drama happens, and possible inkling of romance, then sex and fluff. A fan can dream ~ Read and dream along with meeee heh! ~
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Only You and Mine
(Illumi POV)
“Gon is my prey. Touch him and suffer the consequences.”
The warning replayed in Illumi’s mind for countless of times.
He stared into the glass he held in his hand, swirling the wine absentmindedly, his mental vision seemingly reflected on the translucent surface.
Of golden eyes, glaring back harshly, forebodingly. Eyes that belonged to a scarlet haired man who was enigmatic and wild. And dangerous.
It was Hisoka’s warning.
A promise that he’ll turn against him. Become enemies.
Illumi hardly found the prospect appealing, though he wasn’t sure why.
To begin with, they were not even friends. Hisoka was just a convenient associate. He was very capable, so he was useful to have around. He was also a dangerous opponent. They fought a few times. But Hisoka hasn’t been entirely serious. It was nothing more than a love tap. Even so, it was dangerous enough. It was probably hazardous to have Hisoka stick around. But he proved useful enough times. And he wisely never stood in Illumi’s way.
So Illumi returned favors occasionally. Just a give and take that lasted for longer than expected. Maybe it was because they’ve had this semi-stable arrangement all this time. He grew too comfortable, and took it for granted. Maybe that was why he didn’t expect to hear Hisoka threaten him so seriously, and was unnerved to hear to it.
“Touch him and suffer the consequences.”
He knew Hisoka’s interests well enough. Knows the man"s zeal for fights. His obsession for strong fighters. The more challenging his opponents are, the better. The best is if he gets pushed to the brink of death. That"s what the maverick finds most thrilling.
So Illumi knew him well enough to see why he was so concerned with Gon during the Hunter exam. He was anticipating the young boy"s future. That the talented, naturally strong boy would develop into a power contender.
“Gon is my prey.” Hisoka"s hopes were well said in that line as much as the threat.
But his obsession for strong fighters and the challenge of the fight also brings heat down south. The deviant was almost always aroused in the heat of the battle. He finds it titillating to fight strong opponents. He desire for it was so strong, that he was even willing to wait for anyone with the potential to be strong – like Gon. Even the act of waiting, could make that man hard. Such was how perverse he was.
So it was a little unnerving, to think about Hisoka deriving pleasure from waiting for Gon to grow up. He has told himself over and over, that it shouldn’t matter. That it didn’t. That he didn’t care who Hisoka was obsessed about fighting.
Illumi knew he himself, was also a target Hisoka looked forward to fight to the death with. It was just he delays it, for some reason, probably because Illumi was willing to provide him the occasional aid. And, the occasional sex.
To observe his arousal from the bulge in his pants during a fight, compared to seeing it naked and engorged right in front of his eyes, was two completely very different things. And Illumi, has seen Hisoka’s member in both lights, as well as receive it by his back door.
The first time Hisoka suggested a one-nighter, a little over three years ago, Illumi couldn’t fathom what he was thinking. Hisoka made it into a wager. And Illumi, well, he confidently thought the redhead wouldn’t win, so he agreed to the bet, believing there was no harm. Unfortunately, he lost the bet, and so he steeled himself, and allowed Hisoka to have his way with him.
It was shocking really. The notion that he let Hisoka take him in such a sordid activity was… uncomfortable. But reality was more pleasant than he dared to admit to himself. It wasn’t bad. And it was just a one-nighter. Or it was supposed to be.
Those nights multiplied. Even when Illumi had properly assessed how unnecessary it was. He still indulged in it, shamefully losing himself to the throes of heat and flesh. Let Hisoka, indulge himself in him.
And in the subsequent times that they did it, twice was after they had a brief fight against each other. They had stepped on each other’s toes for a bit, so they clashed and bloodied each other, when all of a sudden Hisoka changed his tune and smashed his back door instead.
Given that happened, it was hard for Illumi to disconnect Hisoka fighting, from Hisoka fucking.
“Gon is my prey.”
The thoughts that churned in his mind because of those words, was unwarranted, ludicrous implications at best. He was overthinking stupid things. He knew that. He should stop thinking about it.
Yet, those words refused to leave Illumi"s head. And those words, caused his chest to tighten unbearably every time he thought about it.
“Hey there, mind if I interrupt your thoughts?”
Illumi’s train of thought was broken by that question, asked by a feminine voice.
He could barely stifle an annoyed sigh. It would be the eighth time he was approached since he came down to the lounge. For some reason, everytime he was in places like this, he was often approached.
Hisoka has said before, that it was because he was beautiful. And irresistible. Illumi didn’t agree, but he didn’t refute it. It seemed pointless to deliberate on things like that. As pointless as anyone trying to make a pass at him. He didn’t care for anyone, except for family. He didn’t have any interest playing with anyone either. He hardly found anyone interesting enough to bother.
So as usual, he was of a mind to dismiss whoever that was talking to him. But from the reflection in his glass, he caught sight of her hair. A brilliant shade of red. It was very striking. For some reason, he hesitated.
“How can I help you?” He chose to ask.
He heard her audible sigh of relief next to him, and his field of vision showing her slide into the high chair next to him.
She appeared a little nervous when she introduced herself, but she carried through her words quite well. She started with small talk, simple random things strangers do to start a conversation. She asked him things as well, what his name was, what he was here for.
He didn’t reply honestly, of course. He wouldn’t. It’s a habit, and a necessity for him to keep some level of secrecy. She could be a spy for all he knew. Or become an obstacle with unfavourable information on him in his next job.
Thankfully, she didn’t ask him anything else. Too many questions tire him out, and he would dismiss the person if they were too nosy. She might have sensed that he didn’t like to talk, so she was the one who carried the conversation on her own.
She talked about many other little random things. He just quietly listened next to her. He really wasn’t interested at all. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to chase her anyway. He just let her talk, and she was good at it, literally capable to carry a monologue all by herself.
She didn’t seem to mind however. She continued her one-sided conversation in an upbeat manner, rambling about many things that Illumi didn’t care for. He just quietly sipped his drink, nodding occasionally and making short sounds of ‘mmmh’ as a small effort of courtesy.
As minutes wore on, he glanced at her occasionally, observing her. She was quite pretty. But that wasn’t why he didn’t chase her away. He spent the time inwardly just pondering about why he didn’t.
At first it was because she was a redhead. He was partial to redheads. But besides that, there wasn’t anything else that really attracted him. What was it about her?
She was expressive and bubbly, with large, cheerful honey brown eyes. There was something very sunny about her, and earnest. A good person for sure.
Ahh, I see. He suddenly recognized the familiarity. He was reminded of Gon – it was like Gon’s eyes.
A good natured girl with Gon’s eyes, and sexy red hair. Hisoka’s hair.
Then he sensed something.
Speak of the devil.
He sensed a gaze on him. Watchful eyes of sunkissed gold.
Hisoka. He didn’t need to search the lounge to know.
The seconds wore on slowly. Slower, now that he sensed who was here, watching him from somewhere in the lounge. Slower, because Illumi waited for him to approach, but he didn’t. The presence didn’t come any closer.
They had agreed to meet up. So why was the redhead just watching him quietly? He must know that Illumi has sensed him. Yet he wouldn’t come forward.
Was it because this woman was here? This woman who was chatting bubbly next to him, looking obviously attracted?
Illumi felt irritation rise. He couldn’t guess what that man was thinking. He was so unpredictable sometimes. Was Hisoka just waiting and watching for something to happen between him and this woman? Waiting to see if he would accept this woman’s advances?
Hisoka had teased him before, about his lack of seduction. It wasn’t that Illumi didn’t know to. He just never bothered to. But he was perfectly apt at charming anyone, if he tried. If he wanted to.
Was that why the redhead stood a way off just watching them? Was he watching Illumi like he was entertainment? Possibly. The maverick finds amusement in the weirdest things.
And it was quite disconcerting, to think that Hisoka was waiting on Illumi for amusement.
Illumi’s mind churned, thoughts wrestling with each other. In the midst of it, his hand moved. He didn’t even register what he was doing.
Until he found his lips on the woman, and his hand cupping her cheek.
Her breathing hitched in surprise. But she didn’t pull away. Her eyes fluttered close, and she leaned in more. She was so willing, giving herself up to the kiss.
Illumi was disturbed with himself. Why did he make a move on her? He wasn’t really attracted to her. He didn’t want to kiss her.
Yet, he didn’t stop what he was doing. His lips continued moving, slowly, gently. And as they kissed, he found himself waiting with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. But seconds more passed, and Hisoka still didn’t approach them.
The man just remained where he was, somewhere in the club. Just waiting and watching deliberately.
At the back of his mind, he wondered if his golden eyes were flashing. He didn’t feel like Hisoka was glaring, but he could be too far away to be sure.
What was Hisoka thinking, watching him in lip lock with someone else. Was he angry? Upset?
No, of course not. The aberrant was probably watching them with his trademark amused grin.
Illumi suddenly felt so foolish, realizing that he hoped Hisoka would interrupt them. Why did he want Hisoka to feel the same tightness in his chest? What was he to Hisoka anyway, to expect silly notions from the man? Silly notions that crept in the corners of his chest. In his heart.
Ridiculous. He was a cold blooded assassin. He didn’t need a heart. Doesn’t have one. There’s no space for anyone but family.
It was maybe in a minute or two, when Illumi stopping sensing Hisoka’s presence. The redhead left the lounge for sure. Left without stopping him. Why would he? Why should he?
It wasn’t like they made an agreement to not kiss anyone else. It wasn’t like they had anything between them, that would warrant such an agreement either.
It was clear Illumi was overthinking everything. Clear, that he was the only one suffering quietly.
What was Hisoka to him? A convenient associate – that’s all he was. Nothing more.
Jealously was such a stupid thing. Especially when he shouldn’t be jealous in the first place.
Concluding his childish antic was so pointless, he gingerly pulled away from the woman. The act was over. It wasn’t nice of him. Then again, he wasn’t the type to play nice. Still, he did his best, apologizing gently, and gave a reasonable excuse to leave.
She looked so disappointed, but she was accepting of it. She didn’t hold him back. Just thanked him for listening to her.
Illumi left the lounge without another thought for her. Other thoughts weighed heavily in his mind.
Now that it has come to this, the suite he had booked, seemed redundant.
He was sure Hisoka went up there waiting. He would have texted if otherwise.
And so was the gift that Illumi had prepared. It was waiting inside a nondescript box. He had left it on the coffee table in the suite earlier. An hour before he came down for some drinks in the lounge.
He should just drop Hisoka a text to inform him about the gift before leaving. But, he wanted to give him the present in person. For some reason, he wanted to see Hisoka’s reaction.
He warred between his options. But it didn’t take long for him to decide.
He took the elevator up, barely repressing a sign. He made such a silly choice, he couldn’t even find it funny. And he was not entirely calm when he reached the room.
Hisoka was there, as expected. Lounging in his usual jester outfit. Atop a wide window sill, one leg bent, arm draped across his knee, the other leg dropped to the side. He had a drink in one hand as he looked out the window, the side of his head resting on the glass. He usually did that, leaning and looking outside windows while waiting in a room.
As soon as Illumi entered, Hisoka greeted him with a slight tilt of his head, locking gazes with him.
“Join me?” Hisoka asked, raising his glass slightly.
Illumi already drank enough downstairs. But well, it wouldn’t matter if he had another one. He doesn’t get drunk anyway.
So he crossed the room to Hisoka, and as he did, he watched the redhead pick up a bottle of wine from the floor next to him. There was an empty wine glass beside it too, which Hisoka filled half full with wine.
He held the glass to Illumi. And when he took it, their fingers brushed, and he flinched. He didn’t know why. But it was only very slight. A quick glance showed Hisoka hadn’t noticed. So he relaxed, since no questions would be asked.
He settled against the opposite end of the ledge. It wasn’t long enough for his legs to stretch fully, so he bent a little, mirroring Hisoka.
“So, where’s your lady friend?” Hisoka’s tone was a little teasing, and it annoyed him.
“Why does it matter?”
Hisoka hummed a little, carrying a tune that was unsettling.
“It does if she suddenly appears in our room, though, I really wouldn’t mind a threesome.”
Illumi flung his pin faster than either of them could blink, puncturing the wall at a spot right next to Hisoka’s ear.
“I didn’t invite her,” Illumi stated blandly, “But if you want, you can go get her.”
A thin red line appeared across the redhead’s cheek a second later, the split in his skin delayed because the cut made from Illumi’s pin was so fine and thin.
“Hmmm, I think I’ll pass. You don’t seem too happy about it.” Hisoka’s tone was taunting in his reply, his eyes flashing for a second.
Illumi replied with silence, busying himself with tiny sips of his drink, and found that the alcohol was a terrible companion for his current mood. The liquid seemed to burn his tongue and his throat, adding fuel to the fire rising in the pits of his body.
He was livid. Livid and he was just barely containing his anger.
Hisoka was likely joking. But he couldn’t be certain. Because he knew for sure, that the aberrant wouldn’t have any problems with a threesome. His suggestion could very well be serious. But it was ludicrous for Hisoka to suggest it. The lady as pretty, but he knows she didn’t nearly measure up enough to Hisoka’s standards.
Illumi felt so insulted, to be placed in the same acceptable measure with the woman. Offended that Hisoka thought he could have his way with someone else, with him in the same room. No…not just that. Even without him there, just knowing who Hisoka would take to bed, was unacceptable.
Illumi would kill the other person before Hisoka even had his pants off.
The thought of it just made his blood boil.
And the fact that he was angry over this, was inexplicable, and unbecoming of him.
Because there was no reason why he should be angry.
Hisoka was free to sleep with whoever he wished since they have never made any agreement about sharing beds exclusively. And there was nothing to stop the redhead from taking two, three or more bed partners at a time. Even with, or without Illumi.
And since they never made any agreement, all this while, Illumi has never probed him about his bed partners. It was pointless to do so. And Hisoka has never talked about it either. Don’t ask, don’t tell, it was that sort of thing.
It was no strings attached. That was all that was between them.
Yet all of a sudden, the thought of Hisoka sleeping with someone else, was so repulsive now.
It was irrational and absurd how his thoughts spun.
If he rationalized facts, he wouldn’t have to wrestle with such ridiculous notions.
What was he to Hisoka?
It was a supposed to be a simple, straightforward conclusion.
Just a convenient associate, to help him when he wanted.
And the occasional casual bed partner. An uncomplicated arrangement to indulge in gratification of the flesh.
With that in mind, Illumi steeled himself to say his goodbyes, as soon as he finished his wine and informed him about the stupid gift.
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(Hisoka POV)
If Hisoka ever regretted anything, it was when the words left his mouth.
Illumi looked almost wounded. And the cold blooded assassin never looked depressed for anything unless it had something to do with his precious younger brother, Killua.
He knew he was callous when he joked about having a threesome. But he didn’t think it was such a huge deal. He just thought a little taunt was in order, since Illumi was the first one to provoke him. Kissing someone else right in front of him, even when he made sure his presence was known. It was impossible for Illumi to not have noticed he was there.
Illumi should already know how he felt about other people taking what was his. Yet, he pretended he didn’t notice, and went on to kiss her.
Hisoka was peeved by that, and that was why he said something quite curt as a sort of payback.
Still, he never expected to face such a negative reaction.
And now he sat across a dark cloud, a little uncertain what he should do.
The raven haired male was silent and brooding into his drink. He was so upset that Hisoka could feel the air around him vibrating with anger.
Hisoka shifted slightly as he mused about the unhappy situation, his leg brushing against Illumi as he so. The younger male swiftly drew himself inward, an action that perplexed him greatly.
Strike two. That’s the second time Illumi withdrew from his touch. The first was when Hisoka passed him his drink, and Illumi flinched when their fingers touched. Hisoka was so surprised and puzzled, that he didn’t react and pretended not to notice.
At strike three, this will be over, and Hisoka will spend the night alone with his hand. He was not happy with that prospect at all. He had been so eagerly anticipating for this night. Because Illumi was the one who invited him.
It started with a message asking him about Killua at Heaven’s Arena.
It made sense Illumi would know his younger brother was there. The Zoldycks have considerable influence and spies keeping tabs on Nen users and fighters. They needed that advantage, in case one would be a future obstacle in their line of work. Heaven’s Arena was the easiest place to observe powerful fighters. A tower of beacon that beckoned strong fighters from all over the world.
A place that attracted Killua and Gon. And also Hisoka, who was just there hoping for a challenging fight after three months of boredom with the Hunter’s exam.
He thought Illumi wanted to speak to him in person and ask about Killua’s progress. Since he had seen the baby brother’s matches.
But if it was only just about that, Illumi wouldn’t have texted him asking to meet at a suite. A suite only meant one thing for them. Sex.
Illumi never asked to meet in a hotel room unless it was for a romp.
He travelled all this way, just because Illumi asked, and roused his excitement with the unspoken prospect of something fun and dirty.
Yet now, the mood between them was suddenly sour. He was quite certain there was no chance of having any fun under the blankets now.
How vexing.
Disappointing as it was, he tried to diffuse the uncomfortable silence.
“Soooo, aren’t you going to ask me about Killua?”
Illumi looked at him briefly, and cleared his throat.
“Yes, that’s why we’re here. He passed the 200th floor, didn’t he? I guess he has finally learnt Nen.”
Noting that Illumi soured even more, Hisoka refrained from teasing him. He was sure Illumi was disappointed that he wasn’t the one to teach Killua about it. Since the Hunter exam, he learnt that Illumi had taken it upon himself to train his younger siblings in everything that was needed in the assassin trade.
He took particular pride with Killua, believing the younger brother had the talent to surpass him one day. He must have been waiting for the right time to teach Killua about Nen. It was too bad Killua chanced upon someone else at Heaven’s Arena who taught him first.
How tragic.
The only thing Hisoka could do to try to console him, was tell him how quickly Killua learnt the basics. The young boy was a fast learner for sure. Illumi perked up a little when Hisoka praised his brother. So Hisoka continued to say positive things about Killua’s matches.
He made a mistake however, when he attributed Gon as one of the reasons that motivated Killua to do so well. Two young friends, happily learning and working hard together. It sounded like such a sweet, classic story. But Illumi didn’t enjoy listening to that.
The assassin’s hair started turning into electrified snakes at that point, leaving no room for doubt how he felt about the young black haired boy.
“I don’t want to hear anything about Gon. He’s not a motivation. He’s a distraction.”
Hisoka gave him a puzzled smile.
“Um, you say that, but aren’t you the one who’s letting them play together right now?”
His black tresses quickly fell limp, sizzling killer aura dissipated as quickly as it rose.
Illumi pushed a lock of his hair back, combing through it, looking a little resigned.
“I didn’t make that decision. I’ll skip the details. Just know that Gon and his friends succeeded in passing through the testing gate. I guess that was enough to convince Father to permit Killua to go with them.”
“Those doors?” Hisoka felt his lips climb into a zealous grin. “Quite impressive, especially when none of them have learnt to use Nen at that point.”
Then he noticed Illumi was glaring at him again.
“Yes, and now that you know at least one of them have learnt Nen, you can try to fight him.”
Hisoka gave a coy laugh. “Oh, I already did, at Heaven’s Arena. I faced off with Gon.”
“Then, are you satisfied now? Can I kill him?”
Something slid into Illumi’s eyes then. And his entire demeanour changed. No, rather, it was the air around him that felt different. His face was his usual stony expression, yet, it was also a different mask.
Hisoka felt his hackles rise. He couldn’t tell if Illumi was being serious or if it was just sarcasm.
“No, it’s still too early. I need him to grow even more. Also, I believe I had been very clear. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Illumi looked away. “I know he’s your prey. That’s why I’m asking you first. I don’t intend to kill him behind your back.”
Hisoka started to calm down, hearing that.
“But you should also ask yourself,” Illumi went on, “How long are you willing to wait?”
Hisoka gave his usual grin.
“When he’s ripe enough to pluck, probably.”
Illumi stiffened. “I see. Then that’s another six to seven years then, before it’s legal.”
“Huh?” Hisoka’s jaw dropped, suddenly confused. He digested his words for a second, then continued, “Um, Illumi, you realize I’m talking about fighting, not fucking, right?”
Illumi eyed him.
“I thought they’re all the same to you. You sleep with strong fighters, don’t you?”
“Well, admittedly, yes, I have.”
As soon as he said that, he had a strange inkling fall into his head.
The roundabout way Illumi was talking. The way he was barely controlling from appearing sullen. The way he was hiding, and failing to hide, how upset he was.
“Wait, Illumi… are you jealous of Gon?”
The subtle reactions he saw confirmed his suspicions.
He stared at Illumi in bewilderment. The fact that Illumi was jealous of a twelve years old boy. And the idea that he would wait seven years just to get into someone’s pants… he sniggered, and earned a scowl from the raven haired male.
“Illumi... I think, you are sorely mistaken on something. I only wish to fight him, plain and simple. I have no interest whatsoever in doing anything else with Gon, not now, not ever.”
He laughed again when Illumi gave a tiny sigh of irritation.
He could sense the assassin was annoyed with himself now. It made him wonder if the younger male had laboured over this for more than a while.
“Were you upset, with what I said to you before?”
He remembered his own words clearly. The warning he gave to Illumi at the end of the Hunters exam. He didn’t know it would unnerve him so.
Illumi replied with silence again, stubborn.
Hisoka chuckled. The younger male could be quite a handful. But he found that he didn’t mind.
“You know, you’re not the only one who is upset. You knew I was there, in the lounge. Watching you with a woman,” Hisoka recalled, careful to keep his tones measured and calm. “But you pretended not to notice, and kissed her.”
It was an unwelcome sight.
The only reason why Hisoka didn’t kill her, was because he could tell Illumi wasn’t enjoying himself. He looked like he was kissing a dead fish. Noticing that helped to calm his anger. Because curiosity got the better of him, wanting to know why Illumi was forcing himself to kiss someone when he didn’t want to.
Now, he understood why.
Illumi was upset and jealous about Gon. And for whatever reason, hoped to upset him, by kissing some random stranger. But when he saw Hisoka so nonchalant and propose a threesome, he got even more upset.
Hisoka nearly laughed at how silly it was.
He eyed him thoughtfully, carefully thinking what he should say.
“If you intended to make me jealous, then I’ll admit, you succeeded.”
He settled his long empty glass on the floor and scooted closer to Illumi.
The younger male refused to meet his gaze. He drew his folded legs tighter against his chest, staring at a spot on the window.
“Perhaps, I should have been clear. Your lips are mine, Illumi. I don’t want anyone else to taste you.”
A tiny hitch – Hisoka took that as a sign to press forward.
He slowly reached for Illumi’s already empty glass. Gently pried it of his hand and put it down by the side on the floor, so they wouldn’t accidently crush it and cut themselves.
“Illumi, would you stop sulking, if I promise not to sleep with anyone else?”
“There’s no need. You can sleep with whoever you want.”
Even if Illumi said that, he stiffened just the tiniest bit, betraying his nonchalant words.
Hisoka hummed under his breath, and didn’t insist on it. As Illumi’s words implied, they had no reason to promise each other anything. There was no obligation for commitment. No need to be faithful.
They weren’t lovers after all. Not in the strict sense.
Their only commitments, was Illumi to his family, and power for standing.
And Hisoka, thrilling challenges that tested the full capacity of his power and having fun.
What was he to Illumi?
A give and take, was what Illumi said before.
It was never complicated. They helped each other a few times. Fought a few times, but never serious enough to kill. For Hisoka, it was because he found it much more fun to have Illumi around than dead so soon. He guessed Illumi found he was more useful to him alive than dead.
A mutual partnership where it was beneficial to both. And when it wasn’t advantageous, they just stayed out of each other’s way. It was casual and simple. They both come and go as they pleased.
A romp in the sack was the same thing. But he forgot, considering how Illumi was towards Killua, that he could be so possessive. And he never thought for an instant, that Illumi would direct his possessiveness towards him.
Hisoka inwardly shivered with manic glee just thinking that.
And until he saw that dastard scene of Illumi’s liplock with another person, he never knew either, how possessive he felt about him.
As much as it was bothersome, it was also quite entertaining.
He inched closer, calculatingly, crawling into Illumi’s space, until his chest bumped Illumi’s knee.
Ilumi returned his gaze to him, his dark orbs, swimming.
Hisoka felt his chest throb, staring at how his emotions warred within. His eyes betrayed his forcibly composed face.
He rested a hand on Illumi’s knee, smiling inwardly when he didn’t sense any resistance.
“Illumi, there’s something you should know. I come to meet you, every time you ask. That’s not a privilege I give anyone else. And now that I’m here, you give me such a hard time.”
“You can leave if you aren’t happy.”
Hisoka gave a derisive smile.
If someone else tested his patience like this, he would have killed them already.
But he restrained his temper, only because Illumi was like a beguiling fruit worth every effort in plucking.
“I won’t leave, until I’ve cleaned your lips. You let someone else taint them. I can’t have that.”
He leaned forwards all the while locking gazes. And stopped just short of Illumi’s quivering lips.
Illumi’s breath were erratic, dusting his mouth hot and needy. It was clear he wanted Hisoka, wanted him to close the gap and meet lip to lip. Even so, he didn’t move, still wilfully trying to resist him.
Hisoka felt his body throb, his south rousing from the challenge. He could take Illumi easily, take him now. But he waited. He has gone along with Illumi’s mini tantrum long enough tonight. It was cute, but Hisoka wanted to make sure he knew who he was dealing with.
“Come, Illumi,” he whispered. “I’m not generous enough to offer my promise a second time.”
He could give Illumi unparalleled pleasure. But he could also take it away from him just as easily.
“Walk away, and my lips are lost to you forever. Take them, and I’ll be yours, and only yours.”
More than a threat, it was a vow. Hisoka has never given his word like that to anyone before.
And Illumi, for better or worse, accepted his vow with a soft kiss.
Hisoka smiled against his lips. It was nice to win.
He deepened their kiss, sucking the air from Illumi’s lungs. He slid his hands down Illumi’s inner thigh, warmed by his heat radiating through fabric.
Illumi shifted slightly, his thighs spreading, legs opening to wrap around Hisoka’s hips.
Hisoka was almost overcome with elation. Hot blood flushed into his member, quickly pumping him to full length.
He eased into the welcoming space that Illumi gave, melding their groins together so their members touched. Hisoka was pleased to feel Illumi’s bulge, his arousal further proof that he wanted him so bad.
“Touch me,” Hisoka ordered hoarsely, biting the sensitive spot in Illumi’s neck.
The younger male obeyed, hands diving into Hisoka’s pants. He grabbed his dick, and started pumping him under his pants, hands hot and enthusiastic.
Hisoka’s hand climbed under Illumi’s tight top. He caressed him, brushing over hot skin and sculpted abs until he found Illumi’s favourite spot.
A throaty pant escaped Illumi’s lips as he rubbed his chest, palms brushing over his nipples.
Fever climbed, spreading from his dick and from his palms. The heat was almost nauseating, and also addictive. He wanted more. More from the raven haired nymph.
He pinched Illumi’s nubs and earned a sexy hiss. He continued fondling them, loving how supple they felt under his fingers. And loving how Illumi was shivering uncontrollably.
“H-Hisoka!” Illumi gave a half strangled cry of pleading.
Hisoka jolted at the sexy sound of his name. His cock pulsed in pleasure. He grinned perversely into Illumi’s neck, dragging his teeth and tongue across his racing pulse. He carried on playing with Illumi’s nipples with his hands, pretending like he couldn’t guess what Illumi want.
A frustrated sigh left the younger male. With his free hand, he pinched the hem of his top and peeled the fabric upwards, lifting them until his chest was unmasked.
Hisoka groaned, happy to be rewarded such a galvanising sight.
“So lewd, Illumi,” Hisoka praised, and leaned down to tend to his wishes.
He sucked on his perky, blushing nipples like a lewd beast. Teased them with his teeth and tongue the way he knew Illumi wanted.
Illumi arched into his ministrations, panting heavily. His hand was sloppy now, losing rhythm of stroking Hisoka’s dick. But he was not without fervour so Hisoka didn’t mind it. Except his cock was getting impatient and cramped, pounding so hard, he felt like he was going to explode.
So he pulled his pants down, freeing his erect cock. It jutted upright skyward, veins pulsing with hot blood. He abandoned Illumi’s nipples and gripped the waistband of his pants, pulling it past his member. A dark spot already formed at the crotch of Illumi’s pants. And when he released Illumi’s member from the constraints of fabric, he saw his blushing head was moist and wet, precum already leaking.
“Looks like someone’s excited,” Hisoka teased, and hummed happily.
He continued to drag Illumi’s pants down his hips. Illumi helped him, lifting his bum off the ledge and getting on his knees. Even without words they moved with synchronized bodies. Illumi turned to face the window, arms bracing the glass.
Hisoka shifted into position behind him, knees touching the outer sides of Illumi’s. He licked his lips at the tantalizing sight of Illumi’s exposed bum. He quickly pulled his pants further down Illumi’s beautiful thighs, then caressed his twin white moons.
He cupped and squeezed them, marvelling at how firm, yet supple they were.
Illumi suddenly spread his moons, revealing his erotic crevice that twitched visibly.
“You can skip the fingers.”
Hisoka groaned, hearing that. Lucky for his cock, he didn’t have to wait any further. He wrapped his hands around Illumi’s hips, and entered him with haste, biting down on his shoulder as searing heat enveloped him. Illumi’s walls were so oh so tight, and deliciously moist.
Illumi shuddered, throwing his head back, half resting against Hisoka.
“Mmmmh, you feel so good, Illumi.”
The nymph wrung his cock at his praise, inner walls squeezing him so hard that white stars exploded behind his lids.
He cursed aloud, falling against Illumi’s back. He panted breathlessly, and willed himself to hold on until Illumi reached his climax.
He continued his thrust, cock traveling slowly through Illumi’s sweet passage, relishing all the tiny reactions he drew out from Illumi that showed he was feeling pleasure.
He drew in and out, pace slow and steady, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Illumi leaned forward and panted against the window, frosting the spot where it was near his mouth. The glass was translucent with some reflection, allowing Hisoka to enjoy the captivating look of Illumi’s face.
Then Illumi gyrated his hips, and from his reflection, Hisoka could tell from his sexy frown, and his pleading giant eyes, what he wanted but couldn’t bring himself to say.
So he adjusted their angles for better access, digging around with his cock to find Illumi’s magic spot. When a half strangled cry echoed against the glass, Hisoka knew he found it. Illumi was shaking, almost crumpling against the window.
Hisoka licked his lips, delirious to see Illumi so lost and weak to pleasure.
He paused his movements, suddenly mischievous. Two seconds passed before Illumi sighed in frustration. Hisoka chuckled, seeing his glare through the reflection.
“Is there something you want, Illumi?”
Illumi gritted his teeth. Then moved himself, pulling his hips away from Hisoka’s dick. But he went too far forward, causing Hisoka to slip out.
“Oops, darling I’m out.”
Hisoka grinned devilishly and did not move to put himself back in.
Illumi took a deep breath, then reached round for Hisoka’s member, guiding his cock back inside.
“Good boy,” Hisoka teased again, licking his ear.
Illumi moved himself, carefully this time, thrusting himself into Hisoka’s cock. He was slow at first, but he quickly increased the pace after getting used to the motion. But it wasn’t nearly good enough.
Hisoka watched him with perverse glee, finding it cute how he was struggling. It was clear it was hard for Illumi to reach his magic spot himself, yet he refused ask Hisoka for help.
But with the way things were, Hisoka was going to die if he waited any more.
“Darling, do you want me to help you?” he suggested instead.
Illumi didn’t answer. At least not verbally. He gave his reply by leaning back entirely into Hisoka’s chest, arms slinging around his neck.
Hisoka smirked. That was enough.
He retook control, wrapping his arms around Illumi’s torso and slammed their hips together, hard and fast, causing Illumi to cough out a half cry.
He continued to pound him mercilessly, so hard that the sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed loudly in the room.
Over and over Hisoka drove into him, each time making sure he hit Illumi’s deepest part, deliriously pleased how his walls convulsed around his cock in ecstasy.
He whispered sweet praises into Illumi’s ear, appreciating him for his honest body.
They were drunk in the blaze of their love making, unheeding that they were fucking half naked against the window. But well, in the top floor suite in the dark of the night, the only audience watching were the stars outside.
They indulged in the errant fire down south, hips melting together in an ardent union until scorching rapture wrought their loads from their members and strangled cries of ecstasy.
Hisoka shot liquid fire into Illumi’s ass.
Illumi squirted milky streams all over the window.
They collapsed forwards together, a mess of panting bodies with sweaty, dishevelled clothing against the window.
Hisoka barely collected his breath, body still shaking from the arduous embers of their love making, when Illumi half twisted and hooked an arm over his head.
The black beauty with lust induced eyes pressed their lips together, and whispered into his mouth.
“One more time.”
Hisoka groaned. It was possibly the most brazen and rare desire Hisoka has ever heard him say.
He quickly got down from the window sill, half pulling Illumi along. They nearly tripped, clumsily removing the rest of their clothing whilst moving to the bed and maintaining lip lock as much as they could.
Hisoka climbed over the raven beauty, caressing him everywhere. Illumi became like a shy nymph, wrist crossed covering the top half of his face, only showing sexy panting lips.
Hisoka found himself very smitten with the way Illumi acted. So he let him keep that small shield, and contended himself with everything else exposed to him.
He watched Illumi like a captivated beast. The way his sexy legs curled around him. The way he arched, body nimble and alluring. The way he trembled, pliant and wanton under his touch.
His cock quickly revived with such a stimulating visage before him. Growing and returning to life like a rising flame.
He pounded into Illumi, senseless and drunk on his intoxicating flesh. Driving them to the heights of revelry. But after they came, it was still not enough for the younger male. Illumi cajoled him by sweetly clamping down on his cock, keeping his hips crushed between his thighs. Refusing to let Hisoka pull out.
Hisoka was more than happy to oblige. He gave Illumi his ardent cock, stroking his insides over and over, and flooded him until his juice overflowed and dribbled out his hole. Still, it wasn’t enough. Hisoka could feel Illumi’s body clamouring for more.
“Mine,” Illumi whispered, hands going down to touch their union, where Hisoka was embedded inside his hole.
“Mmmmh, yes darling, only you.”
He expressed his solemn vow by ramming it into Illumi hard. He gave everything he had. Sending them riding across wave after wave of ecstasy.
Until Illumi passed out from his strenuous art after the fourth consecutive time.
Hisoka chuckled, watching him sleep like an angel. Sweat clung to his brows, and his hair was in disarray. Cock milk clung to his body and his legs. The sight was so erotic and dirty, his head reeled.
Oh, this is so bad.
Hisoka could easily go for a few more rounds. But he wouldn’t force Illumi when he’s tired and spent. Instead, he gingerly got off the bed, found some wet towels, and carefully cleaned him up. He wiped himself down when he was done with Illumi, then returned to his side, carefully gathering him into his embrace.
He chuckled how Illumi just slept through all that. He would think with all his assassin training, he would be roused from sleep, alerted. He wondered what Illumi would say, if he teased him about it.
He idly played with Illumi’s raven hair, musing about how soft and smooth they were. Then he started to tidy them, gathering them gently into a bunch.
When he was satisfied, he watched Illumi with his head propped on one hand, with the elbow bent. He supposed he should go to sleep as well, but for the moment he was enjoying himself just watching Illumi.
Several more minutes passed before Illumi suddenly waked. His eyes shot open and he sat up so fast and suddenly, it startled Hisoka abit. He froze in position for a second, as if he was trying to gather where he was.
Then he whipped his head round to face Hisoka.
“Is it morning already?”
Hisoka chuckled. “No, it’s still, well, it’s still way before dawn. You only dozed for a few minutes.”
“Oh, okay.” He glanced down at himself then looked at Hisoka with a crook of his head. “Did you clean me up?”
“Yes, of course. I know you don’t like to sleep while sticky and sweaty.”
“Thank you,” he said, then he laid back down, settling into Hisoka’s arms, head resting in the crook of his neck beneath his chin.
They laid quietly for several moments, basking in the cosy after feel of their ardent lovemaking.
Then Hisoka sighed contentedly.
“I’m sooo happy, Illumi.”
“About what?”
“That I got to fuck you, five times without resting. I think that’s a record.”
“Horn dog,” Illumi muttered, poking his ribcage. “This is an exception. It won’t happen again.”
Hisoka pretended to be aghast.
“Nooo, that’s cruel. I’ll be waiting high and dry for months at a time. You should at least give me enough to make up for the times I keep myself celibate.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. You have your hand to accompany you.”
Hisoka pouted.
“You should reward me more. You know, in all my 28 years, you’re the only one I’m promising to commit my lower half to.”
“Well, that’s seems fair enough. In all my 24 years, you’re the only man who’s ever been in my back door.”
“Mmmh, are you trying to seduce me again, Illumi?”
“I don’t have to. You think I’m seductive even when I’m not doing anything.”
Hisoka’s lips curled into an annoyed smile.
“I see you’re quickly learning how to get the best of me.”
Illumi gave a rare, tiny laugh against his collar bone.
Hisoka hummed above his head, wrapping him tightly, feeling like he was going to melt. The Illumi in moments like this, was too adorable.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Illumi suddenly remarked.
He pulled away from him and got out of bed with a vigour and a spring to his step as if he didn’t just pass out from exhaustion just minutes earlier.
He reached a coffee table set against the wall beneath the television, picking up a plain black rectangular box.
“I have a present for you.”
Oh, that. He’d already noticed the box earlier when he entered the room. He guessed Illumi must have put it in the room first before he went to the lounge for a few drinks while waiting for him. However, since he was quite distraught with the sight of Illumi kissing someone else, he never bothered to check the contents inside. He had ignored the item, pouring himself a glass of wine to calm himself instead.
Illumi returned with the box in tow whilst Hisoka sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. He took the box from Illumi, who remained standing next to him.
When he lifted the lid, he found clothing, much to his surprise. Lifting the items, surprised him more. It was almost an exact copy of his jester style crop top, emblazoned with card suite symbols. The only difference was the top was a brilliant jungle green, and came complete with matching armbands.
“For me?”
He has never received a present before. He smiled delightedly.
“Thank you, Illumi. It looks perfect!”
He pressed a kiss at the side of Illumi’s hips.
“And it’s in the same color as your favourite outfit. Is this our matching couple wear?” Hisoka was thrilled just imagining them wearing it side by side. They would look so cute together.
Illumi looked just a tiny bit cross, but more than that, embarrassed.
“Don’t be silly. I just thought the color would go well with your hair. The contrast will be striking and appealing.”
Hisoka gave him another kiss under the curve of his bum.
“Such a thoughtful present, I will take good care of it.” He carefully folded the top and replaced the items into the box.
“It’s just, it feels so out of the blue. Is it your birthday? Because it certainly isn’t mine,” he joked.
“There isn’t any particular reason. Don’t think too much about it.”
Don’t think too much about it? Even if Illumi dismisses it like it wasn’t anything important, he certainly took the trouble to custom tailor an outfit for him. It only made him more curious.
What kind of occasion was today?
Anniversary? For the day they first met? No, couldn’t be – doesn’t seem to hold enough of a significance.
Suddenly Hisoka had an inkling, and he eyed the aloof assassin.
“This date. Three years ago. Was when we first had sex.”
Illumi stiffened just the tiniest bit, confirming his guess. Hisoka chuckled. He actually didn’t remember the date. But it looked like he was right on the money.
“I suppose we can call it a sex-versary,” Hisoka joked.
The first time ever. He didn’t remember the date. But he certainly remembered everything that went down as clearly as if it was only just yesterday. How they got down and dirty. Their one-nighter that happened because of his naughty wager.
The first of all their one-nighters. Well, it was incorrect to call it one-nighter. Because they’ve had too many romps in the sack after that.
Illumi glared at him, clearly peeved.
“Is sex all you think about?”
Hisoka grinned. “No, I also think about fighting and hunting prey.”
Illumi sighed, defeated. “Well no, it isn’t that. It’s a simple gift, to congratulate you for passing the Hunter’s exam.”
Hisoka blinked and gave smile of disbelief.
“Um, I don’t exactly see why is that anything to celebrate? The exam was way too easy. Was there any doubt at all, that I would pass?”
Illumi eyed him like he was forgetting something.
“I thought you’d rejoice more. You can now fight people to their deaths and kill them without getting arrested. That was your goal, wasn’t it? And furthermore, you failed last year, because you couldn’t resist attacking one of the examiners. The real test of the exam was really about you controlling your bad habits, and this year, you overcame that.”
Hisoka blinked a couple more times, processing that, then laughed.
“Is that all the reason? I see, it’s quite cute, that you prepared me this gift because of it.”
Illumi frowned and drew his lips into a thin line.
“Don’t patronize me. If it’s funny to you, then don’t wear it.”
The dark haired assassin whipped around with arms folded, staring out the window with quiet ire.
Hisoka chuckled, quickly standing and wrapping his arms around him.
“No, no, I like it. Honest. I’m so happy, Illumi.”
He pressed a kiss into his nape and gently played with his hair.
“I’ll wear it. I know the perfect occasion to wear it.”
Hisoka grinned manically.
“Come August, all the members of the Phantom Troupe will be meeting. My guess is for a big job.”
“This August… the Underground Auction at Yorknew.” Illumi correctly guessed.
“Yes. So the boss, will most definitely be there.”
Hisoka licked Illumi’s white neck, feeling himself getting aroused again just talking about it.
“It’s my chance to finally fight him.”
He pressed his groin against Illumi’s bum, member hardening in excitement at the thought of it.
“I think I’ll wear your present when I do. It will be like my good luck charm.”
Illumi half turned, and gave him a critical eye.
“If that’s the case, then you have to make sure you win.”
Hisoka smiled confidently. “Of course.”
Then he gently pinched Illumi’s chin, and leaned in to give him a deep kiss.
(End)
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End Notes:
If you"re interested to know how they started hooking up, there is an indirect companion oneshot prequel "99 Points". Read here.
A related standalone after "Only You and Mine" is "Unbreakable Hours". Read here.
Other related standalone works after this are:
“Coveted” (Read here)
“The Beginning and The End” (Read here)
“Ardence Stirring” (Read here)
They are all companion pieces that can actually be read as standalones, and in any order without affecting story flow. Can also be read one without the other, if you wish. X3
It is just that I tried to keep Illumi’s and Hisoka’s characters, as well as any other mentioned stuff, aligned in the same continued make.
I hope you enjoy them =3