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The obscenity with which Hisoka twirled his cards was far too much for Illumi’s liking. Well, not for his liking (there could never be too much for that), but for his sanity. It wasn’t meant to be, but everything Hisoka did seemed vulgar in Illumi’s eyes.
His slender fingers threaded those cards like beads on a necklace, like the tide coming into shore. It was so fluid and magical and Illumi was enraptured, enthralled, unable to tear his eyes from him. To be fair, the magician’s bungee gum probably played a big role in this talent, but if Illumi didn’t activate his gyo he couldn’t tell.
He flicked a spade along his wrist, drawing it between his index finger and thumb, faster than Illumi could see. The queen of hearts weaved in and out between his digits, swiftly devastating Illumi.
Hisoka stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, the only light coming from the golden glow of the bedside lamp. The dancing shadows it rendered added to the act, flickering in between movements. Hisoka either didn’t realise Illumi was awake, or didn’t care. The assassin stayed under the covers on his stomach, sheets draped over his lean, naked body.
The curtains were drawn closed and it was warm. Far too warm for the night. The way Hisoka fiddled with the deck of cards was getting to him, in all the wrong ways, but it felt so right. He was also shirtless, garbed only in those hideous pants he seemed intent on wearing. The folds of the fabric in the crotch area disguised nothing. Hisoka’s makeup was smudged (from previous unmentioned endeavours), and his hair was in a state of messiness unusual for the clown (*cough* magician).
He hummed a soft tune as the cards tangoed between his hands, one from his days in the circus as a child. His fingernails were getting long (something Illumi had grown to love - not that he would admit it, but he was a bit of a masochist - must have been the childhood trauma), and they were sharp, almost claw-like. Illumi suspected he filed them to a point for either aesthetic or killing purposes. Or maybe he enjoyed watching Illumi squirm as much as Illumi enjoyed squirming.
Illumi shuddered under the blankets at the physical memory. Hisoka appeared to take no notice, probably too caught up in his reflection in the mirror (egotistical bastard). He continued to shuffle the cards with one hand, the other smoothing back his faded red locks. His roots were beginning to show, and Hisoka couldn’t bear the thought of people knowing his natural hair colour, so Illumi would probably spend the next day helping Hisoka dye it.
Illumi’s own hair was getting even longer, he just never could be bothered cutting it. And the fact that it was nice and easy to pull was definitely a benefit. It was a little greasy from sweat at the moment, but still as silky and inky as ever. His bare shoulders were swathed in it, the black contrasting from his pale porcelain skin.
He often braided it when he was alone, it stayed out of the way that way. But when he visited Hisoka he could be certain to let it out, making sure it was accessible for grabbing. His eyes were hooded, only partly from fatigue. Hisoka looked over at his part time lover (basically full time, but there was a strict no-strings-attached clause to their relationship), pausing his ministrations. His left hand caught the last card he’d thrown into the air, and he cocked his head to stare at Illumi. Illumi’s chin rested on his hands, ebon locks framing his face.
“Pleased with what you see?” A sly smile formed on Hisoka’s lips. He stepped away from the mirror towards the bed. Towards Illumi.
“It is… adequate.”
“Hmm, but you’ve been looking for so long.” He gazed down his nose at the assassin. “You love to stare. There must be something worth looking at.”
And Hisoka loved to tease, they both had their peculiarities. Illumi felt like testing his patience, not something the inexperienced should do with someone of Hisoka’s killing prowess.
Illumi jutted his chin out, meeting Hisoka’s golden eyes. “Want to find out?”
Hisoka crawled onto the bed, dropping the cards on the sheets.
“Mmmn, gladly.”
He took hold of Illumi’s shoulders and turned him over so his back was on the bed. Hisoka’s eyes narrowed with delight, though the majority of Illumi was still under the covers. He grasped the edge of the sheet and pulled it down to Illumi’s hips, lips finding their way onto the toned chest before him.
Illumi’s eyes wandered down to the cards lying at the edge of the bed, wishing they were still in Hisoka’s hands. He could so easily kill someone with those cards. The thought was far too arousing. (It was the childhood trauma. It was the childhood trauma. It was the childhood trauma. If he repeated it enough he could almost believe it.) Hisoka realised that Illumi’s attention wasn’t fully on him and followed his eyes down to the stack of deadly cards.
“Oh?” He smirked. “Is that what you were interested in?”
Illumi averted his gaze from the pile. “Let me be on top.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Illumi said nothing, pulling the rest of the blankets off his body.
“Would you like me to use those cards on you?”
Illumi’s cock visibly twitched with intrigue. He ignored it and flipped them around, pinning Hisoka down, hands on his wrists. The cards appeared to float to Hisoka’s fingers despite his position.
“I’m not that easy. You should know that by now. After all, my bungee gum contains the properties of both rubber -”
Illumi shut him up by sliding his tongue down his throat.
“Say that one more time and I’ll kill you,” he murmured when they parted.
Hisoka’s back arched and he moaned in delight. “Ngh, ‘Lumi, don’t talk to me like that. I’ll finish too quickly.”
Illumi moved further down Hisoka’s body, letting his hands glide into his pants and tug them down delicately. Hisoka groaned as his smooth hands (far too smooth for an assassin) clasped around his erection. He sat on his knees, bending over Hisoka’s hips.
The magician lay back and let Illumi grope his cock with one hand, tucking some of the hair that was falling in the way back behind his ear. He opened his mouth, tongue slack and heavy as he licked a long stipe from the base of his dick to the tip.
“Oh, ‘Lumi, you’re such a slut for my cock,” Hisoka mumbled. Illumi let his teeth scrape over the tip as revenge for the snide comment.
“Ahn!” The clown moaned. “That was uncalled for.”
Illumi opened his mouth wider to accommodate the cock in front of him, sinking down until his nose was buried in red curls (yes, Hisoka dyed those too). The warm heat that enveloped Hisoka was slick and hollow, and his hand reached down to nestle his fingertips in Illumi’s cascading locks.
“Mmph,” Illumi whined at the tug on his hair, plunging further onto the angry dick, almost choking from the burn and the pleasure.
“Such a good slut, especially when I pull your hair, isn’t that right ‘Lumi?”
Illumi’s eyes darkened and he pulled off Hisoka’s cock, slowly, dragging his teeth along the way. Hisoka let out a high pitched whimper as Illumi spoke.
“I could kill you right now.”
Hisoka’s smile grew wider, slimier, and he thrust his hips back up, trying to force himself back into the hot, velvety orifice. A card flew into his hand, and he trailed the edge along Illumi’s neck.
“Big talk for someone at the mercy of my cards,” Hisoka drawled, tracing a path over Illumi’s skin, feather-light and dangerous.
A long low moan erupted from Illumi’s throat, his hands squeezed Hisoka’s thighs, and Hisoka’s cock jumped at the sound.
“Mmmm, you like that, don’t you? Want me to hurt you.”
Illumi grabbed a hold of the magician again, swallowing him whole, lapping him up, inch by inch. He sucked the sultry length faster, with an intensity Hisoka hadn’t witnessed before. The magician continued to drag the cards over his collar, coming close to piercing the soft skin but refraining from doing so. His other hand gripped the dark strands of hair, simultaneously pulling them and letting the cards drag like knives over his skin.
It was all too much for Illumi, he was far too stimulated from it all, the way he was flirting with danger especially. He licked the pulsing dick in his mouth with abandon, making awful, needy noises at every touch.
Abruptly, Hisoka stopped touching him. Illumi looked up with a frown, hair a mess, mouth full of cock, looking thoroughly dissolute. His eyes met Hisoka’s, a malicious twinkle in them. He slid off Hisoka with a lewd pop, a question on his lips. He looked disappointed and irritated at the lack of hair-pulling and card play.
“Why did you stop?” He demanded.
“I want to watch you,” Hisoka began. “I want to watch you fuck yourself while I play with my cards.”
“Why?”
“I’ll come too soon if you continue, and you would look so pretty with your fingers in your ass.” Hisoka shrugged. “Indulge me.”
Shamefully, utterly embarrassed (but also horrendously turned on), Illumi got on his hands and knees and let his hand wander behind him. As the first finger worked its way in, he could feel remnants of the previous round left inside. The consequence of falling asleep before he could clean himself.
“Haah…” He breathed deep as Hisoka’s cum dribbled out of his aching hole, middle finger swirling around inside. Hisoka shuffled the cards as he watched, fanning them out, letting them fall in a waterfall between his hands, spinning around his slender knuckles. The sight made Illumi weak at the knees (not ideal when they were holding him up). He knew how lethal those seemingly innocent cards could be, in the right circumstances.
The second finger joined the first, providing a comfortable stretch. He’d need at least three if they were to go all the way again.
“Turn around.” Hisoka licked his lips. The view was incredible, but there were only so many things he could do from the front (not that he was tired of pulling Illumi’s hair, the reactions he pulled from Illumi’s thoroughly used mouth were exquisite, to say the least).
Illumi dutifully turned, slowly, ever so slowly, twisting around so his ass was facing Hisoka, who was resting on his elbows. His hole contracted at the thought of Hisoka staring at his most vulnerable spot, and the semen trickled down the inside of his thigh.
“Oh?” Hisoka asked, with fierce interest. “Saving this for later, are we?” He smeared the cum with the edge of the jack of diamonds all over his thigh. Illumi shivered.
“Mmmn you make me so wet, ‘Lumi. I might not be able to hold on for much longer.”
Illumi moaned deeply in response, pushing more seed from his ass.
“I’m surprised you managed to hold onto this for so long. So good for me,” Hisoka praised. “You make me so hard.”
Hisoka reached forward and clasped a hand over each ass cheek, spreading them apart and watching Illumi writhe. Illumi was helpless, lost to the feeling, completely bare and open to Hisoka. He couldn’t hold back the filthy moans, couldn’t stop himself shaking.
All control was in Hisoka’s hands. Illumi enjoyed being dominant just as much as Hisoka, and it meant for some interesting sex occassionally. Not bad, just… a lot.
But there was something about relinquishing all power to the magician he’d bared (part of) his heart to that made him throb all over with glee. It made him feel like he wasn’t responsible for anything, like he was just an inanimate being that didn’t have an effect on the world. It felt good, sometimes. At times like this.
He was brought back into his present situation by the feeling of a sharp nail near his rim. He trembled ferociously, body shaking with pleasure and pain as Hisoka pushed his own finger inside. Here came the sharp nails (and they hurt but in a good way). The point scraped his insides, fucking him to the point of tears, smushing the leftover cum around.
“You’re so loose from this morning still,” Hisoka drawled. “So ripe.”
He added another of those claws, thrusting faster into him. Sweat dripped from Illumi’s brow, the nearest hairs sticking to his face. He fell to his elbows, keeping his ass in the air with all his might. The arch of his back was a sight to behold, and Hisoka drowned in it.
Before Illumi could protest (not that he would want to), Hisoka picked up another card and circled his hole with it. The friction was intense, and Illumi’s cock ached from the negligence to it.
“Aaah, Hisoka,” he struggled out, breathy and broken.
“Hmm?” The magician continued to abuse his dripping ass, scratching the surface with his cards, leaving long red marks in strokes. His fingering was finally reaching the spot inside him, the spot that was so heavenly, so destructive.
“I’m -”
He came before he could finish his sentence. Hisoka pulled his fingers out, scraping along his insides as he did. As soon as Illumi’s head cleared, he turned around and pushed Hisoka down roughly. Hisoka’s hands flew to his hair as Illumi took hold of Hisoka’s cock, working him to completion as Hisoka yanked at his hair.
In the moments of bliss afterwards, Hisoka smirked, gathering the cards in hand.
“So you think my cards are hot?” His eyes were wild with arousal, still.
“I never said that.”
“Oh, but you certainly showed me.”
Illumi said nothing.