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A fragrant smell of mixed spices and fresh meat fills the dining room of the Zoldyck mansion as the second course is being served to the family. Minus Alluka (of course) and Killua (to Illumis continued annoyance). Tonight's main course is Mì Quảng with a tumeric-peanut-oil broth and snakehead fish, and Illumi picks mostly uninterested and hungerless at the meat. Silva Zoldyck has started another rant on a job he had accepted and proved to be more trouble than the pay was worth while his children take turns replying in equally uninterested hums and agreements.
Suddenly, Illumi feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.
[ New Message from: Hisoka M. ]
Kikyo clears her throat, “No phones at the table, Illumi.”
“...It’s work.” He flips open his phone while his mother mumbles her annoyances at him.
[Hisoka M. : S O S ♠️ ]
Attached to the short message was a live location map. Illumi considers his options carefully. If Hisoka was in a real emergency, he most likely wouldn’t waste his time texting him. He looks up from his phone and to the plate of mostly untouched food and the glare of his mother in his general direction.
Illumi stands and bows to his parents, “Excuse me, I have to take care of a mission.”
The live-location had ticked a few times throughout the city in the time it took Illumi to travel, until it seemed to stay stagnant in the battle tower, most likely Hisokas private apartment. “The building is still standing and not on fire, so definitely not worth an SOS.” Illumi mumbles to himself as he buzzes his own keycard into the elevator slot that’ll grant him immediate access to the floor.
As the elevator jumps to life with a slight whirr, a feeling close to anticipation rises in Illumis gut. Someone could have broken in and was holding Hisoka hostage. Or they could have immediately killed him. They could be using him as bait to lure Illumi into an ambush. That last one gives him pause. No one should be aware that they could use Hisoka to bait him. And in the first place, it shouldn’t have worked. Just as he thinks that maybe it would be smarter to turn back around, the elevator comes to a soft stop with a ding and the doors open to Hisokas apartment.
The lights are out, save for the sliver of moonlight that penetrates the drawn curtains in the living room. Illumi takes silent steps through the apartment, keeping close to the walls as he tries to listen for any signs of life. There’s not a particular disorder of things, at least not more disorderly than usual (and he tries not to think about the fact that he remembers how this place usually looks). No smell of blood or gasoline or gunpowder.
Carefully he proceeds towards the bedroom, the door already ajar. Silence, still.
As he peeks his head through the door, he can see Hisokas body prone on the bed in the darkness. Visible, steady breaths. The tension leaves Illumis body in a heartbeat as annoyance takes its place. He drops caution and bursts into the room, straddles Hisoka from behind and grabs a fistful of his hair to drag his head up.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
Hisoka's eyes flutter open, first in a burst of anger and surprise from being woken, but as he scans Illumis face, he relaxes and smiles at him. “Mmh, ‘lumi, what’re you doing here?”
“ You send me an SOS and-” Hisoka opens his mouth again to interrupt, but a sudden and unmistakable stench hits Illumi in waves and he harshly thrusts the man's head against the mattress. “-you reek of alcohol.”
Hisoka struggles against the harsh grip on his scalp to even lift his mouth off of the mattress. “The emergency was that I rea—lly wanted to see your gorgeous face.”
Illumi considers snapping Hisokas neck right then and there, but thinks better of it since he could still be useful in future missions. In lieu of murdering him, he smashes his face first again against the mattress and hears the satisfying crunch of his nose cartilage giving out. When Hisoka lifts his face again, blood trails from his nose down his chin, stains his teeth as he grins. He coughs out “That’s hot.”
“Disgusting.”
Illumi gets up from the bed and turns to leave, idly thinking that maybe there’ll be some dessert leftover when he gets home. But before he can reach the bedroom door he’s dragged back on the bed by his arm. Hisoka's long nails dig into his flesh and draw blood.
Illumi is pulled in a suffocating embrace by sneaky limbs that quickly wrap around him. Hisoka is feverishly warm and nuzzles his face into the crook of Illumis neck.
“No, Illu don’t leave yet~ I really missed you—u~!” Illumi struggles around the hold he’s in, can’t seem to wring his arms out from under Hisoka, can’t get his legs to grip on the mattress when Hisoka wraps his own around Illumis hips to straddle him from beneath. “You smell so good-” Illumi feels his earlobe being bitten and has to bite back a reaction “-and you taste even better.”
“Let me go , Hisoka, or I’ll do more than just break your nose.”
Predictably, Hisoka only pulls him closer, trying to grind against his hips. He rasps out “ Please, do it, I’ll be so good for you.”
This situation feels familiar to Illumi, and he had promised himself that it would never repeat itself. He knows Hisoka is just trying to provoke him. He knows that it would be a lot wiser to bash his stupid grin against the wall and leave.
But he had to appreciate the eroticism of Hisoka being so shameless, obscene, and needy. His breath smells of alcohol, but he also smells of sweat in a sickly sweet way. Whenever Illumis hands graze his hips, Hisoka bucks against the contact, and it's pathetic in almost a cute way. He’s only human, afterall.
“C’mon, don’t be a tease-” Hisoka thrashes his head from one side to the other, and Illumi takes the chance to bite at the exposed skin of his neck. The skin breaks easily under his teeth and Illumi can feel the muscle spasm under his tongue as Hisoka makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a moan.
Illumi licks over the wound, indulges in the taste while Hisoka clumsily grinds his hips against him again, even more impatient after finally getting some of the attention he craves. Whenever he opens his mouth to complain or beg, Illumi bites down on another spot on his neck, until the full expanse of skin there is covered in bloodied bruises. When Illumi looks at him, Hisoka's face is flushed, dried blood sticks to his mouth and nose, and his pupils are blown. He licks his lips with a satisfied grin. He knows he’s got him. That his trap worked. It annoys Illumi beyond belief. But aware that his own body was giving him away, he doesn’t leave, instead he catches Hisokas bottom lip between his teeth, bites it bloody and raw as well, before connecting their tongues in an open mouth kiss, unsure if it was spit or blood that was running down his chin.
He feels Hisokas hand palming at his crotch and the man lets out a satisfied purr at the hardening bulge there. Between kisses he says “Need you, please, just one more, I promise, Illu.” And they both know that it’s a lie, that he’s too greedy, but in the moment Illumi feels as close as he can get to intoxication, and he thinks that he could lie to himself too and say he’ll just do this one more time and then leave Hisokas used corpse somewhere in the bushes.
“Shut up, turn around…” He strains to put some composure in his voice, though Hisoka doesn’t try to put up the same act. Eagerly instead he loosens his grip on Illumi and turns on his stomach, propping up his hips in the process and fiddling with the band of his pants.
Illumi grabs his ass, feels the tight, naked muscle with appreciation.
“No need to loosen me, I’m all ready for you~”
“Some emergency call this is.” He gives the cheek he had been grabbing a slap, strong enough to immediately leave a stinging red mark on the skin. Hisoka whines at the contact and tries to grind into the friction of Illumis hand when he kneads over the bruised muscle.
If he couldn’t feel his own erection eagerly pressing against the confines of his clothes, Illumi would be tempted to spend more time lecturing him with spanking. Thoughts for next time, if he was stupid enough to give in again.
Instead, he undoes his own pants and lines his cock up with Hisokas entrance. A part of him would love to watch Hisoka squirm under the pain and pleasure of entering him dry, but for self preservation, he instead forces three fingers into Hisokas mouth. “Lick, hurry.”
For once, Hisoka obeys without further comment under his command and generously covers the digits in spit, rolling his tongue between them.
Illumi drags his spit coated hands over his dick, knows it will not be as sufficient as lube would be (and he knows Hisoka has a bottle somewhere in the bedroom), but he’s at the end of his patience. He digs his nails into the meat of Hisokas hips and thrusts himself in. It’s tight and hot, and he leans forward to bite warningly into Hisokas neck, who in turn lets out a deep moan. “Fuck, so good, Illumi, please- ” Of course he’d relish in being stretched past pleasurable.
Illumi sets a harsh pace from the start, relishes in the way that Hisoka doesn’t get to catch his breath between thrusts. Hisoka arches his back and digs his hands into the bedding, gasping every time Illumis thighs connect with the back of his own. He slurs some nonesess praises and begging between his moans, and Illumi rakes his nails over his scalp.
When Hisoka tries to reach between his legs to jerk himself off, Illumi swats his hand away and slaps his ass again. “ Don’t . You don’t need that, do you, slut?” Dirty talk always feels clumsy on his tongue, but Hisoka didn’t seem to notice, instead he whines and grinds harder against Illumi, sweat running down his face. “That’s what I thought. Filthy.”
Illumi feels his own shirt cling to him with sweat, not as unaffected by all of this as he wishes he was. Burying his face in the nape of Hisokas neck, he breathes in the mix of sweat, alcohol, blood and perfume. He can feel the other's legs shake as he struggles to keep himself upright. He wants this to end right now. He wants this to go on forever. “I could snap your neck right now and just leave you like this.” he says breathlessly, means it. Hisoka moans again in response and nods his head as far as Illumis grip on his hair allows him. He tightens around him and whimpers something about being close and Illumi bites down on his neck again, summons the last of his energy to slow the pace of his thrusts and instead thrust harder, bruising, and it’s enough to send Hisoka over the edge, untouched and with a loud filthy moan.
Illumi follows soon after, doesn’t bother to pull out, instead he buries himself deep in Hisoka and cums inside him, sporadic thrusts until he’s entirely spent. Only then he finally pulls out and pushes himself away from the other man. Hisoka collapses on his back with a satisfied grin, lazily trying to grab Illumi, who keeps a distance and instead starts to fix his clothes and hair from the ordeal.
“Illu, come lie down, it’s late~”
He looks down at Hisoka, covered in blood, bites, bruises, and cum, hair and clothes a mess.
“...Don’t push your luck.”
Another family dinner. Another three course meal with imported meats and spices and a dessert that is too sweet. His father is again complaining about a mission or a client or a new servant. Illumi and his siblings (minus two) hum their agreements.
He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.
Illumi doesn’t check the screen.
Instead, he excuses himself from the table immediately.
“I have a mission to attend to. I won’t be back until tomorrow.”