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Illumi entered the hall where the party was hosted, a huge white and gold room, with the lights low enough to create a mysterious atmosphere. He was used to rich people’s houses, but this room was so elegant and tastefully furnished that it almost impressed Illumi. He was hoping to see his target, a rich director of some big business, that was invited to the event, but he couldn’t. Illumi wasn’t surprised, the invite said 8 pm, and it was 8.15. He would have to wait at least an hour. The thought annoyed him, but he knew he needed to be patient. He couldn’t risk his work over his hate for parties. Besides, the people attending that party weren’t attending to have fun, but to talk business, so he guessed a few people had a reason to bother him. After a quick look at what that party offered, he decided that if he had to wait, he might as well wait at the bar. He couldn’t even get drunk because of his training. He asked for some sherry and sat in the shadows, from where he could see the entrance of the hall but could hardly be noticed.
While he was sipping his drink, savouring the sweet and hot sensation in his mouth, he noticed a familiar aura approaching and a few seconds later he saw Hisoka, his red hair difficult to miss in the crowd. Seeing him dressed in something other than the ridiculous clown outfit, as he called it, something elegant, made Illumi think he might be considered handsome by some, and the lack of face paint made him look almost respectable, also, the heels were adding something new and Hisok-ish at the plain shirt and black trousers, making up for the absence of his usual style. He hadn’t time to decide if he was annoyed at that turn of events, because the magician quickly ordered something and sat at his table, greeting Illumi with a wide smile. “Hello dear, having fun all alone at a party?” Illumi internally groaned. He wasn’t prepared for this inconvenience, but maybe he could be useful. After all, he had proved useful in the past. “Good evening Hisoka. You know quite well I wouldn’t be here without a reason. Work isn’t supposed to be amusing.” Hisoka softly laughed “Don’t frown and ruin that pretty face of yours. Now that I’m here, you shall not be bored again. Is telling me about the target allowed?” It wasn’t. He would have lied about being there for work, but the other man always saw right through his lies. Inconvenient. “Move and sit next to me, you’re blocking the view.” Hisoka was quick to obey, a crooked smile on his lips “How rude of you, darling.” Illumi couldn’t understand how what he said might be rude, but didn’t bother arguing, instead he just finished his glass. The magician ordered him another, then brushed his hand against the jacket of Illumi’s suit “You always look stunning, Illu, but have you considered a less boring suit? Or a dress, perhaps?” he said, almost complaining. “I’m not here for fun. Being noticed is not one of my duties.” His face didn’t betray it, but he was pleased the magician had thought about and commented on his outfit. It made him feel noticed and seen, not in the judging way he was used to, and it felt satisfying. The equivalent of receiving his father’s approval on a job, but for a mundane thing. “I always forget how boring the stalking part of your work is. I’d enjoy seeing the action one though. Is that programmed for tonight, darling?” The eyes of the magician sparkled with a hunger that Illumi knew well. “You’re such a pervert, Hisoka. Unfortunately for you, no, that’s not the case. Tonight I just have to observe.” The magician pretended to be offended at the accusations with an exaggerated expression “Me? A pervert?” Illumi didn’t bother replying.
When Illumi finished his second glass, it was 9 pm, so he went to look around the hall, hoping for once to have missed his target entrance and to find him somewhere. Hisoka had probably noticed his change of attitude because he followed along, but this time, he was silent. After checking every corner of the room, he sat back at the table, a little frustrated. He didn’t enjoy wasting his time. Hisoka didn’t sit, but just watched Illumi, a mischievous look in his eyes. He drew near and leaned in, his voice a husky whisper “You could make something out of the evening anyway, you know?” Illumi looked at the magician, his eyes doubtful. He had thought of every possibility, hadn’t he? The other man, his hands on the table, leaned even closer “You could come dance with me, my dear” Illumi relaxed. He had missed nothing. On the other hand, Hisoka’s suggestion was nonsensical. He couldn’t be noticed, and dancing with a man at such a fancy party wasn’t his idea of not being noticed. “Hisoka, I just said earlier that I don’t want to be noticed.” The magician frowned at his words. “Come on Illu, your target isn’t here. They can’t notice you. Anyway, I know you’re going to kill them using another face.” That was indeed true. He wasn’t sure it was a great idea, but nothing too bad could happen, according to Illumi’s previsions, and it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. “Only because they’re not here.” He stood up and left his jacket on the chair.
The magician grinned, the feeling of victory showing in his golden eyes. He took Illumi’s hand in his and guided him where some other people were dancing to a slow and pleasant music, coming from a string quartet. Hisoka took the lead and gracefully conducted Illumi’s movements. The dark-haired man wasn’t used to physical contact, and he sure wasn’t used to that contact feeling good, so he left himself being led by the magician. Rarely did he let someone else take the control, but this felt so nice to give up so early. “Enjoying yourself, Illu dear?” Hisoka’s voice torn Illumi from his thoughts and for a reason he couldn’t quite understand he felt embarrassed, he felt all the places where his body was in contact with the magician on fire and if he wouldn’t have been trained to hide his reactions he would have shivered and blushed, probably. “Actually yes, must be one of your clown tricks.” The other man chuckled and tightened his grip on Illumi’s hip. “I’m amazed darling, that was almost a joke.” Illumi rolled his eyes, but inside he was proud. The magician had to be a real one, he thought. He was the only person, including his family, that could make him feel acknowledged but not in danger. Ironic, if he thought he was one of the few people that could fight him almost at an equal level. “Shut up.” Now his hand was moving, a little too close to Illumi’s ass. “Make me, my darling. If you dare.” The dark-haired man didn’t mind the hand. Maybe he broke me. He said to himself. “You really want to challenge me? You know you couldn’t win in a fight.” Hisoka’s eyes filled with lust, probably imagining the scene of Illumi’s needles almost killing him, and when he whispered back into his ear, the same lust in his eyes filled his voice. “You don’t know how much I’d love that, babe, but I can’t let you kill me, not tonight.” Illumi felt those words moving through his body, heating it, not understanding how. His thoughts were interrupted by the hand that Hisoka had moved on his back coming once again down, the sharp nails almost tearing the expensive fabric of the shirt and stopping on his hip, the fingers still pressing sharply in his body. And again, Illumi couldn’t explain why it felt pleasurable, but he couldn’t deny the way his body tingled. Annoying. Maybe he was sick, he thought.
When Hisoka stopped moving and spinning around, Illumi’s clock signed 9.53pm and after checking the hall once more Illumi resigned at the thought that his target wouldn’t show up. Fuck, I’ve wasted an evening. He sat back at the table and ordered a third drink, while Hisoka talked about the new toy he had eyed. Illumi paid little attention, he was much busier thinking about how his body, in theory emotionless, was betraying him, and the thought that the only reason he could think of was physical attraction bothered him. He wasn’t even supposed to have friends. What would his family think about a lover? Sure, they probably expected him to find a wife and have kids to continue the family business, and maybe him spending some time with a girl, without emotions involved, wouldn’t be too frowned upon, in the end they probably knew he would have some needs in that area, but a man? He didn’t know how they could react if they found out. “Are you listening darling?” Maybe he shouldn’t have jumped this much ahead, but it was what he did normally, planning everything, thinking about every possibility. “No.” The redhead exaggerated a sight. “You never listen to me, baby” “That’s factually untrue, and you know that.” Illumi couldn’t help, he just had to analyze situations and sometimes that stopped him from listening, but he knew it wouldn’t upset Hisoka. “Ah, leave it, not that important.” Hisoka finished his drink and Illumi stood up. “Are you going home, my Illu? I’ll walk you. This party would be too boring without your pretty face around.” The magician went to pay for the drinks, paying Illumi’s ones too, and they exited the building together.
Outside the sky was already dark, a few stars glimmering, and the hair cool enough for Illumi to put the jacket back on. While they were walking toward Illumi’s hotel, Hisoka was silent and Illumi liked that. Sometimes a break from all the talking was nice. This time it was Illumi that broke it though “Hisoka, how would you describe physical attraction?” He wasn’t sure of why he had asked him, but he needed to know why his body was reacting strangely. He was an assassin, and that meant he also had to understand all his body's reactions, to control them better. The magician laughed but his voice, when he spoke, was more aroused than amused “Oh, Illu, what a question,” he got closer to Illumi, the back of the black-haired man almost against a wall of the alley “you see,” his voice was growing husky and almost rough from second to second “it feels like my body wants something, it needs it, it screams to have it.” Illumi had his back pressed into the bricks, and the magician’s hands were on his body, one touching his face, the other on his hip. Illumi knew he could put an end to that situation, but his body wanted it. Again, inconvenient, the magician could only be trouble. He considered ignoring that and putting an end to this absurd scene, but then he considered that ignoring his body’s needs wouldn’t have helped him on the job. It would have just been distracting. And he needed the job to be perfect. He mentally cursed his parents for not having told him this and explained him how to control these feelings. What were they thinking? That my body was so broken I couldn’t experience any of this? He cut short his thought, he didn’t enjoy thinking in these terms about his family. Shut up, I have another problem right now. Why do human bodies have to be so weak?
After pondering his possibilities, he just gave in and kissed the redhead, pulling him closer. Illumi had never kissed anyone, and was run over by everything at once, how soft felt his lips, how he could taste the drink he had before on his lips, how his hair felt on the fingers, his body was betraying him, feeling weak, almost as if the kiss wounded him. Hisoka, a little surprised by Illumi taking initiative, laughed into the kiss, before actually kissing him back, showing him his idea of a proper kiss. “You learn fast, baby, don’t you?” He said when they broke the kiss. Illumi couldn’t reply, only the new sensations he was learning occupied his thoughts. If other people are used to this, why don’t we seduce targets? Hisoka stopped the racing thoughts by kissing him, more deeply, and hungrily than before, the redhead’s hands moving on his body. One playing with Illumi’s hair, slightly pulling, and with the other he was loosening both of their ties, lingering on Illumi’s neck with his sharp nails, before using it to push him harder against the wall. Hisoka then moved his lips on Illumi’s neck, kissing and biting at the soft flesh, hoping to leave a mark, before pulling away. Illumi was breathless, looking at Hisoka in front of him in disbelief, his reactions not so hidden as he was used to. “I should get going, darling. If you text me when you will feel like learning something again, I’ll be there. There’s so much you don’t know, Illu.”
Illumi waited to lose sight of Hisoka before walking to the hotel, his thoughts a mess, and his body still weak. He had to learn to control this, too. He couldn’t let this go because, in the end, he was an assassin, and that’s what he did. The only thing he was sure of was that he would end up killing Hisoka at some point, but first he had to train his body to this too, then he could satisfy the magician’s wish to fight him, with the obvious result of him killing Hisoka.