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Welcome!!

I have never done Kinktober before, but I have always wanted to!! This year has been my first for writing and posting smut, and I have truly enjoyed doing so! So I thought, why not? Let's give this a try!!! So here I am, pausing my current long af Leopika romcom I'm writing to bring you guys some fun mindless smut!! (I kid you not, my current story I'm working on is like 70k words rn. Taking a break from it has honestly been kinda nice!)

The chapter titles and the main tags on this story are directly related to the list for this year. However, they are not the only tags!!! Each chapter has a lot in it!! So I will be listing all of the other tags that fit the chapter in the beginning notes of every chapter!! Please keep an eye out for this!!! And if it's not your cup of tea, that's perfectly fine!! Please do not read anything you do not want to!!!

Each chapter is its own story; they're not connected in any way. All are just little one-shots of smut, sex, and maybe even some plot!!

The only fandom I will be doing this year is HxH!!
The ships I will be doing are Hisoka/Illumi and Leorio/Kurapika!! There will be a few that's Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo!!

I am currently writing and editing these so that I can post one every day starting October 1st!! I can't wait and I hope y'all are also excited!!

<3

I'll put the list of each chapter/day along with the Kinktober prompt it fills, the ship with it, and the pov it's written in here!! If there is a specified or implied power dynamic of submission vs domination within the chapter, I'm also writing which one is the submissive one here on this list!! Most have that dynamic, but I switch up who is submissive throughout the chapters (sub Leorio and sub Chrollo are my favorites to write tho, so expect to see those a bit more consistently)!!!

This list is just cause when I find stories, that helps me out sometimes!! And the dynamics change with every chapter! (This will be updated as I write more and time goes by. If some chapters are missing, that just means I haven't written them yet!! But I will eventually, so don't worry!)

Chapter 1: Intro! <3

Chapter 2 (day 1): Masturbation (Hisoka/Illumi)

pov: Illumi

Chapter 3 (day 2): Kidnapping (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Leorio (sub Leorio)

Chapter 4 (day 3): Threesome (Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo)

pov: Chrollo (sub Chrollo)

Chapter 5 (day 4): Hypnosis (Hisoka/Illumi)

pov: Hisoka (sub Illumi)

Chapter 6 (day 5): Dacryphilia (Hisoka/Illumi)

pov: Illumi (sub Hisoka)

Chapter 7 (day 6): Intoxication (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Leorio (sub Leorio)

Chapter 8 (day 7): Bloodplay (Hisoka/Illumi)

pov: Hisoka (sub Hisoka)

Chapter 9 (day 8): Webcam (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Kurapika 

Chapter 10 (day 9): Tentacles (Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo)

pov: Chrollo (sub Chrollo)

Chapter 11 (day 10): CNC [Consentual Non-Consent] (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Leorio (sub Leorio)

Chapter 12 (day 11): Somnophilia (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Leorio

Chapter 13 (day 12): Sex work (Hisoka/Illumi)

pov: Hisoka (sub Hisoka)

Chapter 14 (day 13): Dildos and Dom bottom/Sub top (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Leorio (Omega Kurapika/Alpha Leorio and sub Leorio)

Chapter 15 (day 14): Omegaverse (Hisoka/Illumi)

pov: Illumi (alpha Hisoka/omega Illumi and sub Illumi)

Chapter 19 (day 18): Size Queen (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Kurapika (sub Leorio)

Chapter 23 (day 22): Quiet sex (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Kurapika (sub Leorio)

Chapter 26 (day 25): Double penetration (Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo)

pov: Chrollo (sub Chrollo) 

Chapter 27 (day 26): Lingerie (Leorio/Kurapika)

pov: Leorio 

Chapter 33: Last few thoughts <3

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Illumi lies in bed with his eyes wide open. He's been tossing and turning under his covers for hours now, and nothing has changed. Images of Hisoka still flood his brain, and his cock still aches. He's tried everything. Well, almost everything. 

He walked around, tried to think about something else, and even took a cold shower. But the second his erection goes down, that damn clown forces his way back into his mind. 

A hand inches its way down under his covers, but Illumi doesn't step over. He doesn't dare put his hand lower than his abdomen. That's a boundary he told himself he'd never cross. A taboo he has told himself that he would never take part in. He’d be caught dead before he jerks off to Hisoka . . . again. 

If only the man weren't so seductive. Illumi gets that it's a part of Hisoka's public appearance, but Hisoka doesn't stop when the two of them are alone! 

And the worst part? Illumi can't tell if Hisoka is trying to make a move on him or if he's just like that!!! Hisoka, in general, is an oversharer who flirts with everyone. Illumi is terrible at picking up on implications and emotional hints from others. He knows this about himself, but he has no clue if Hisoka knows this!! It sucks. It sucks and it's messy. And Hisoka won’t stop teasing him!! 

Illumi closes his eyes, desperately trying to force himself to ignore his boner and go to sleep. As soon as he thinks it might be working, his phone buzzes next to him. With annoyance filling his system, Illumi rolls over and checks it. He should've left it alone, put it on silent, and gone back to sleep, especially when the phone's contact glows with Hisoka's name. 

But he's not smart. And maybe he's a bit selfish. 

Hisoka: Can you call? <3

Illumi hits the call button before he can think about it. The idea of hearing Hisoka's voice is just too tempting right now. 

“Lumi!! You called!!! You never call when I ask~!!!” Hisoka's voice always does things to Illumi. The sharpness it has in it, along with a false sense of security, is like a fox luring prey into its trap. God, it turns Illumi on. 

“I was free. What did you need?” Illumi keeps his voice monotone. He makes sure Hisoka can't pick up any hints of any emotions in it. Just like he always does. Like he has trained himself to do. 

“Nothing~!!! I'm just bored. And something happened today!! I have no one to tell, so I thought I'd tell you Illu!!!”

Illumi just hums in response. He closes his eyes as his hand, which he forgot about, slowly makes its way even further down until it lightly grazes against his aching cock.

“What happened today?”

He hears a huff from Hisoka. A small, bratty noise that makes Illumi's mouth water. What he'd do to put Hisoka in his place. Illumi's hand rubs downwards onto his bulge in his boxers. 

“Well, this morning was fine. Until the jackass on the train. I was sitting there, minding my own business, and then he came up to me and started trying to get me to sleep with him! Can you believe that? He was asking me to do it for free, like I'm some kind of slut who would do that shit for free! And with ugly men like him out of all people!!”

“Mhm.” Illumi bites down on his tongue as he cups his cock. He grinds the bottom of his palm down on it, making his thighs clench slightly. 

“So I killed him, naturally. But get this!! Another hunter was on the train and watched! Damn brat called the police, and they tried to arrest me!! Tried to pin me down!! I had to fight off like five guys. Then after that-”

Illumi feels his heart beat pick up slightly at the mention of Hisoka fighting off men who were trying to pin him down. 

Fuck. 

His hand sneaks its way under his boxers. “Tell me more about the fight.”

There's a bit of silence on Hisoka's end, which makes Illumi pause. Can he hear his small movements?? His heart beat?? Or maybe he thinks it's weird that Illumi is asking for more information??

Thankfully, the pause doesn't last too long before Hisoka continues talking. He describes how the men all knew Nen and how they all tried to cuff him up. But he was able to fight them off without any issues. 

Illumi can't stop imagining it. Hisoka's muscles flexing with every movement he does as he dodges half-planned attacks. His hair is getting the slightest bit messy due to the roughhousing. His lipstick smearing just a fraction as a punch lands on his face. Illumi feels himself leak a little bit of precum, but it's not enough. He shifts and, as silently as possible, grabs the lube in his nightstand’s drawer. He mutes himself, pours some onto his hand, and resumes his actions. He closes his eyes a bit, getting fully immersed into his fantasy of Hisoka fighting. 

“-mi?? Illumi?? Did you just mute yourself??”

Shit. Illumi’s eyes shoot open and he quickly unmutes. “Must’ve accidentally pressed it.”

Hopefully Hisoka doesn't see through his bluff . . . 

Hisoka just hums lightly, the sound being a little too close to a moan for Illumi at the moment. “You know, Illu, have I told you about the time I was cuffed up?”

Illumi's hand slows down slightly, confusion taking over him. “Huh? No. You have not.”

“Oh~!! It was such a fantastic fight!!! The other guy's Nen ability was to handcuff people, and if he was able to, he could force them into a state of Zetsu. He tricked me, telling me that he wanted to fight without any hands. When I agreed, he said he wanted to cuff me up just to make sure. When he did, it immediately activated my Zetsu. I was so shocked that he was able to push me onto my knees easily.”

Illumi feels heat fill his whole body at the image. He bites his thin lips to keep from gasping out loud. Hisoka keeps talking. 

“I was so shocked that I didn't stop him at all! He took me by the hair and pulled, holding my head to look directly at him. I know he saw fear in my eyes, they were probably so wide.”

A small groan slips out of Illumi’s lips. His hand speeds up so much that it's moving the covers that are lightly laid on top of him. His body starts to feel clammy as pleasure builds up in him faster than he's used to. Illumi mentally curses himself for making any noise, but hopefully it was quiet enough that Hisoka might not have heard it. It seems Illumi is lucky, for Hisoka keeps talking. 

“I almost couldn't get up. I knew I had to shock him, I had to throw him off. If I could get his hands off of me, I could beat him up and win easily. So do you want to know what I did?”

Illumi closes his eyes tightly, trying his best to keep his voice as steady as it always is. His thumb swipes over his tip as he says, “Yes, keep talking.”

“I moaned!! It really threw him off, I was able to win in an instant!!! Funny, ain’t it?”

Illumi turns his head slightly to the side, biting his lips even harder so his little pants don't escape his mouth. His whole body is engulfed by a fever. Especially with the image of Hisoka on his knees, eyes widened, moaning. Hisoka probably looks sexy with fear on his face, with glassy eyes and a slightly opened mouth. Hisoka's hands would shake as Illumi would force him onto his knees, making him kneel in front of him. Of course this would be after a battle, one that would leave both of them breathless and hard. Illumi would tell him to open his mouth, and Hisoka wouldn't comply, he would fight, but when Illumi's hands touched his crotch he would stop. He would be a brat until he no longer could, until he gives in to what he wants. He would moan Illumi's name like it's the only word he knows. 

Before Illumi can stop himself, he's talking. His voice sounds almost distant, so emotionless compared to the turmoil he is currently fighting through. 

“What do you mean?”

A small and playful scoff comes through the phone. “Like, you know, moaning! I moaned.”

. . . maybe if he plays innocent . . . 

“Moaned?”

“Good lord, you think you'd know about this shit! Don't tell me you're in your mid twenties and you've never heard the words ‘they moaned’ before!! It's like what I do all the time, I moan practically every time I’m around you!!”

Illumi is desperate. He's so close, so so close. He just needs something. Just a little more. 

“Do it and I'll see if I know what you're talking about.”

Hisoka huffs. “Fine. But I know you know what it is.”

After that, Hisoka lets out the most intoxicating noises that Illumi has ever heard. Hisoka moans around him daily, this is true. But this one sounds different. It sounds genuine. It's long winded, making it sound like he's been through hours of edging. Like he's so desperate just to cum, moaning for permission. 

“That's a moan. And I know for a fact that you've heard it before. Hell, I think I've moaned your name before Illumi~!! You just never seem to respond to it. So I stopped-”

“Do it again." Poisonous words flow out of Illumi's mouth. His heart stutters at hearing Hisoka say his name and his cock twitches at every syllable that the redhead says. He's so lost, and yet, he feels like he has just now found himself. 

“Moan again?? Hmmmmm, I don't know Illumi.” 

Hisoka is now talking with a different tone, one that's husky. It rattles through Illumi's skull, making him curl his toes and squirm slightly. 

“Are you sure it’s a moan you want? Or do you want something more like . . .”

Just then, a breathless moan comes through the speakers. It's so quiet that Illumi almost misses it. It's only two words with it, but it's all Illumi needs to hear. 

“Please Illumi~!”

Immediately, Illumi gasps out loud and cums in his boxers. Euphoria spreads through his veins as he hears Hisoka's voice continue to talk. He can't process anything the man is saying, as a small ringing flows through his ears. His hand continues to pump himself through his orgasm, each movement causing him to make a small inhale. When he is finished and his hand stops moving, he slowly feels his body start to relax. The ringing eventually fades away as his chest stops its rapid movements. 

His hand feels gross as he pulls it out of his boxers. He needs to clean up . . . that's when he realizes Hisoka is still talking. 

The redhead is just yapping on and on about his day, seeming to have moved back onto his reason for calling. Illumi mutes himself and gets up with jello-like legs. He washes his hands, changes his underwear, puts up his lube, and gets back under the covers. He still feels incredibly weak as he unmutes himself. 

Hisoka doesn't stop talking as he continues to ramble on and on about the struggles of his day. Illumi feels his eyelids get heavier with every sentence. 

Before he knows it, Illumi is asleep with his phone picking up his small patterned breaths. 

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Leorio fights against the chains tied around his body. He tries to yell, but the gag perfectly silences him. That along with the blindfold makes him feel utterly hopeless. 

How did he even get into this mess?!?

He was just walking home after a late night shift at the hospital when someone jumped him. The blindfold was put on him before he could fight against it and the gag was put on just seconds later. The chains came last, capturing the tall man fully. 

Now he’s simply seated in a room, presumably alone. 

Small grunts of frustration leave him as he tries to wiggle around. Yet nothing happens. 

“Struggle all you want, you’ll get nowhere.”

A silky voice echoes in the cold room. The suddenness of it makes Leorio jump, the chains jingling at the movement. 

A dark chuckle follows Leorio's reaction. “Did I scare you?”

Leorio moves his hand just enough to be able to flip the voice off. A second of silence goes by before the voice lets out a loud laugh. One that has an evil ring to it, shaking Leorio even further. 

“Oh, you're a feisty one aren't you? You want out of your bindings? It's not going to do anything, you're still trapped in this room with me afterall. “

A small growl builds up in Leorio's throat. The voice chuckles and Leorio feels warm hands being placed on his face. He violently flinches, but the hands hold him still. 

“How about I make you a deal? Hm? I was going to kill you. But, I think I like you. If you agree to let me keep you, I won't kill you. Deal?”

The hands slowly take off his gag. Leorio immediately spits in the direction of the voice, hoping it hits the man. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, I'm afraid that's not on the table for tonight.”

Leorio recoils in slight disgust. “I didn't mean- oh my god!! No!! That's not-!! J-just got to hell you bastard!!”

“Hm, so I take that as a no. What a shame, I really like you. Oh well, can't win them all.” 

Those same warm hands undo his blindfold. 

Leorio brinks harshly, trying to adjust to the dark lighting. He expects to see an ugly man trying to look nice, maybe with an eye missing or something. But instead, he sees one of the most beautiful sights in the world. 

In front of him stands what has to be an angel descended onto earth. The man is short and looks weak, but he gives off a strong energy that Leorio doesn't even want to think about fighting against. Leorio has no doubt in his mind that it was this man and this man alone who kidnapped him. 

The man is in a perfectly tailored suit pants, hugging onto his hips and ass nicely. His suit jacket is missing, but it doesn't matter. All Leorio cares about is the man's simple white button up shirt that's perfectly tucked in. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, showing off the start of a tattoo on his left arm. Leorio wonders how far that tattoo goes and where it wraps around this man's body. 

The man's golden hair is half up and half down, pulled back in a small ponytail. It shows off his red dangling earring on his right ear, shining in the limited light of the room. 

But above all of that is the man's eyes. Oh gods, Leorio has never seen such a beauty before. The man's eyes are shining a swirling scarlet colour, burning with a strong emotion that Leorio can only assume is lust. 

“You’ve gone silent. Are you afraid? You weren't just a second ago . . .” 

Suddenly the man smirks. And oh, the things that smirk does to Leorio. His bound up legs feel weak as he listens to the man chuckle. 

“I see what the issue is. You're hard.”

Leorio feels his stomach drop. There's no way he’s hard, there's no way! He should hate this guy! Especially when he literally kidnapped him!! 

But, at the same time, it's been weeks since Leorio has had sex with his boyfriend. And on top of that, this man is so incredibly gorgeous. He's just Leorio's type, even down to his voice. 

Shakily, Leorio responds. “You're a lot prettier than I thought you'd be.”

The blond leans in closer to Leorio, his foot going in between Leorio's thighs. He playfully presses down on Leorio's growing erection, making Leorio groan. 

“Is that so? Please, tell me, what else has you so turned on? Maybe it's the chains? Or the blindfold?”

Leorio squirms, the movement further rubbing himself onto the man’s shoe. 

He would never admit it to anyone, but Leorio’s always dreamed of being kidnapped. The thought of being held against his will, being blindfolded and gagged, it turns him on like nothing else. He wants so badly to tell his boyfriend, but he's scared of what Kurapika would think of him if he did so. The blond would probably laugh at him, or maybe even break up with him due to how crazy he is. 

But he never stopped fantasizing. Every time he gets himself off he thinks about it. Fantasizes about this exact thing happening. 

And now that it’s happening? Well, it's even better than he could ever imagine. 

Adrenaline and fear pulses through his body as he tries to hold back any noises that show how hot this all is to him. But his kidnapper can see right through him. The blond laughs, pulling on the chains a bit. Leorio's body jerks along with it. 

“You're so into this!! I bet I can get you to cum without even taking your pants off, you look that desperate!!"

“Its not like that, f-fuck-!!!” Leorio’s back arches as much as it can. He can’t deny the pleasure and want that is coursing through him, it's overwhelming. The blond moves his foot off of him and squats to be at the same level as Leorio, his hand tracing down Leorio's clothed body. 

“You know, you're not too bad yourself. I wouldn't mind having some fun with you, if you want."

Leorio almost nods but he stops. He wants this so badly, but . . . his boyfriend . . . 

“Oh I'm sure any partner of yours would understand. That's what you're debating on right now, isn't it?”

Leorio makes direct eye contact with the blond, who shrugs. “I’m just saying, I bet your partner wouldn't mind. It seems like you need this anyways.”

Leorio sighs. “But, he's such a good boyfriend, and I love him so much. I don't want to ruin it with him just cause I . . .”

“Just cause you got horny? Come on now. You're not leaving here after this anyways, so it's not like he’ll know. Plus, you want it, right? ”

Leorio immediately nods his head, his hips straining as he tries to grind down but can’t. 

“Then you should do it! What's stopping you? When's the last time you’ve done something for yourself? Be selfish, give in!”

Leorio hesitates but nods. Maybe the man is right, especially if Kurapika would never know . . .

“Okay, deal.”

“Good boy.” The blond makes the chains disappear in seconds, freeing Leorio completely. But he doesn't move, for his body reacts to the praise at the same time. He grinds down on the floor and groans out happily. 

The man watches in fascination before tilting Leorio's head up. Soft plush lips nip and bite Leorio's skin. The man sits down on the floor and lifts Leorio's body up slightly, moving Leorio to be sitting in his lap. Leorio happily complies, sighing in satisfaction as he feels the man's bulge rub against his own. 

The blond snickers and licks a stripe up Leorio's neck. Quietly, he talks, his lips grazing Leorio's skin with every word. “Thats it, such a good boy. Crawling into the lap of the person who kidnapped you, moaning for the hands who tied you up.”

Leorio grinds down harder, trying to hold back his moans. He knows he should take it slower, that he should enjoy this moment a bit longer. But he can't help it, he can't stop chasing after the quickly building pleasure. A small beg leaves his mouth, breathless and needy. 

“Please!! Please, I need more!!”

“Oh? Already begging? Damn, I picked a good one didn't I?" The man thrusts his hips up, grinding up onto Leorio's clothed erection. 

Leorio moans out, quickly giving up trying to hide them. His hips start moving frantically, humping the man under him. 

The man slips one of his hands up Leorio’s shirt, fiddling with his nipple playfully. He then pinches it, pulling on it slightly. 

“So needy, taking so much. You are lucky I’m kind. That I'm generous enough to give you what you want. God you feel good, keep doing that. Yeah, roll your hips just like that.” 

The small pain adds to everything, making Leorio close. “C-can I cum?? Please!! I'm so close-!!!”

“Such a good boy, begging for permission to cum. Go on, you've earned it. Cum for me, call out my name.”

“S-sir!!!”

“Louder.” The man pinches his nipple again and grinds up on him faster. 

Leorio's hands grip onto the man's shoulders as he cries out a moan. “Sir!! Please!!!”

“Good boy.”

That's all Leorio needs to hear as he cums onto the man's lap. His body shakes with pleasure as he whimpers happily. His grip on the man slowly loosens while his breath tries to even itself out. 

The man is still grinding up on him, his breath is coming out in small little pants. Quickly, he cusses under his breath and cums with a breathless moan. 

The two of them sit there for a second, recovering in each other's presence. 

That's when the blond kisses Leorio lightly, a loving smile playing on his lips. “H-how was that?”

Leorio melts and kisses him again. He smiles lazily, not having the energy to do much more. “Fucking hell Kurapika, that was better then I could’ve ever imagined!”

His boyfriend chuckles a bit, holding Leorio close to him and lightly peppering his neck with kisses. “I didn't hurt you too badly in the alley when I pinned you down, did I?”

Leorio sighs happily, closing his eyes in relaxation. “No, not at all! In fact next time you can be rougher, you didn't even bruise me, which is perfectly fine. But I think I’d like a mark or two next time!!”

Leorio feels a smile on his skin as Kurapika responds. “Next time? You liked it that much?”

Leorio pulls away slightly so he can look at his boyfriend. “Kurapika, I just came faster than I ever had in my whole life, and I feel like I could go again. Yes, I want a next time!! That is, if you want it too!”

Kurapika kisses him again. “I’d love to do this again, god you looked so good all chained up for me!! And to watch you fall apart in my arms, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen!!”

A small noise leaves Leorio's lips and he subconsciously grinds down on Kurapika’s lap. The blond looks at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Round two?”

Leorio moans happily. “Please Sir!!”

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Chrollo fixes his tie as he takes a deep breath. He shakily walks into the bar, holding his Bible close to his chest. He knows he shouldn't be here, he knows how sinful this all is. But he can't help it. His body craves these monsters just as much as it craves food. 

The music and lights flood his senses, making him feel nauseous. But he pushes past the half naked intoxicated people fumbling around him. He avoids all eye contact as he rushes through the crowd. The one good thing about this place is that there is no one who could possibly recognize him, even in his priest clothes. 

He doesn't stop at the bar to talk to the employees. Instead, he immediately walks upstairs. Everyone working here has seen him plenty of time to know why he has returned and who he is going to go to. They know the exact room he is going to and that he won't be back for hours. 

Chrollo walks up to the demon's room, knocking three times. Hisoka opens the door, a sickening smile spreading onto his face. 

“Well if it isn't our favorite little priest~!!! Come back for some fun today??”

Chrollo glares at the redhead, but nods nonetheless. Hisoka beams happily and lets Chrollo inside. With shaky legs, Chrollo walks over to the bed. He politely sits down on the edge of it. His body feels stiff as that small bit of fear racks through him. No matter how many times he comes here, the fear he feels beforehand is always the same. That never changes. 

“Illumi is just getting a little bite to eat right now, we didn't expect to see you on a Sunday out of all days! You usually come in on Wednesdays!! What's got you so desperate to come in so soon?? And at noon out of all times of the day? Don’t you lead worship service for your little church till like eleven or something? I thought you hated even thinking about us on Sundays~!”

Chrollo cringes. He despises how much demons remember. He mentioned once that he hates the idea of coming over after anything relating to his job at the church, and apparently Hisoka remembered the small comment. 

He usually would never come to such a hellish place on the Lord's day, but he can't help it. He can't help the twist in his stomach and the saliva building in his mouth. His head is swirling with so much shit that he just wants it all to stop. He wants to feel the heat that these two always give him, to feel numb again. As his congregation was talking to him after service, all he could think about was the touch of these creatures. Every time one of them spoke his name or called him Father, he could only hear Hisoka’s sing-song tone and Illumi’s deep rumbling voice. He couldn't wait till Wednesday, especially not after that. 

Even though he doesn't respond, Hisoka chuckles darkly. He struts over to Chrollo with a smirk. His cold slender finger hooks itself under Chrollo's chin and forces the man to look up. 

“You just couldn't wait till Wednesday. Is that right dear? Couldn’t stop thinking about us even while at church?”

Chrollo shakily swallows. Hisoka always looks so stunning this close. Especially with the outfit he’s wearing tonight. It’s quite literally just a lacey lingerie paired with an untied and opened pink fluffy robe. It’s one of Hisoka’s lounging outfits, what he tends to wear when Chrollo comes around at unexpected times or on unexpected days. He tends to dress up more when Chrollo comes around at his specific 10:30pm on Wednesdays. 

Despite the outfit that he wears, Hisoka always looks flawless, just like Illumi. But the two succubi have their differences. Hisoka’s eyes are more pointed while Illumi’s are rounded. His horns are bright while Illumi’s are pitch black, blending in with his hair. Hisoka’s are white with pink wrapped around them in swirls. The same colors twirl on the redhead's tail as well, which flickers happily as Chrollo hungrily ogles him. Chrollo has always been fascinated by their horns and tails, he personally thinks the two features add to the attractiveness of both men. 

The door to the room opens as Illumi walks in. Chrollo shivers, eyes darting over to the doll-like man. He’s dressed in an outfit Chrollo knows well. Every time Chrollo sees him, he always has on black jeans and a black leather corset that sits on top of a darkly colored silky button up shirt. Today’s is a dark plum shirt. 

The air around Illumi always feels so cold, no matter how hot the room gets. It's a chill to the bone that never fails to make Chrollo's cock stirs at the feeling of. 

Illumi blinks in slight surprise when he sees Chrollo. “Why is he here. And you started without me.”

Hisoka laughs a bit and forces Chrollo to look back at him. Chrollo does it easily, not resisting him in the slightest. 

“Of course we didn't Lumi my love!!! He just showed up this horny, I’ve done nothing but talk to him!! How was your snack??”

“Fine, but nowhere as satisfying as this meal is about to be.” Illumi walks over to be behind Hisoka, staring straight at Chrollo as well. His horns slowly appear and his tail suddenly swishes out behind him. 

Hisoka had told Chrollo a while ago that succubi like the two of them don't usually show their horns and tails to humans. He said Chrollo is special and that showing off their horns and tails shows how much they trust him. Now, every time Chrollo sees them on display, it gives him pride. He earned the right to see parts of these two that others don’t get to. 

A small whimper leaves Chrollo's mouth as his cock aches in his dress pants. 

“So desperate. Is he always this bad Soka?”

Hsioka tilts his head and analyses Chrollo. He studies the heat rising up to Chrollo’s cheeks, the bulge his Bible is desperately trying to hide, and the small shake his whole body has. 

“Hm, I don't think so. He usually resists us a lot more. I tend to not be able to feed off of him for at least a few minutes. But today I was able to start snacking as soon as he walked in. My best guess? His body is now officially addicted to us. He probably was starting to go through withdrawal symptoms since he wasn’t here last week. His body most likely can’t go more than seven days without us.” 

A small noise makes its way from Chrollo’s throat. He desperately tries to push it down, but he can't help it. His body is screaming at him for pleasure. He needs it. He needs it so much. 

“He’s shaking.” Illumi snakes his way to sit behind Chrollo, his cold hands sliding around Chrollo's waist. Hisoka’s tail wraps around Chrollo’s Bible and tosses it carelessly across the room.Chollo barely notices because at the same time Illumi unbuckles Chrollo's belt. 

“You should see his eyes right now, they're so big!! So full of need, full of lust!” Hisoka chuckles as he tilts Chrollo's head to the side and licks up the man's neck. Chrollo feels his body go weak immediately, a broken moan flying out of him. 

Illumi's hands unbutton Chrollo's pants, and Chrollo lifts his hips happily as Illumi tugs his pants and underwear off. Hisoka easily unties the tie around Chrollo's neck and takes it off along with his shirt. Within seconds, Chrollo is naked in front of the two succubi. 

He knows they are demons. He knows they are currently feeding off of his pleasure and growing stronger with every moan he lets out. He should be scared, he should yell, he should try to get away. 

But instead he spreads his legs as wide as he can and moans out their names. 

Hisoka nips small bite marks on Chrollo's collarbone, the man's skin bruising easily. “So compliant for us today!! What do you say, you want to fuck him my love?” 

“I want to use his mouth.”

“If that's what you want Lumi, then that’s what you get~!!”

Suddenly, Illumi's teasing hands leave his body. Chrollo opens his eyes that he didn't realize he had closed. He whimpers desperately when Hisoka pulls away as well. Panic starts pulsing through his system. Are they going to leave him?! Are they not going to let him cum?!? Are they-

“Come on, you heard Illumi little one. He wants to use your mouth tonight!!”

Chrollo sighs in relief and his body relaxes as he realizes they just want to change positions. He glances over to see Illumi sitting at the head of the bed. His black jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped with his cock on full display. His legs are lazily spread as if he's just sitting down and relaxing. But his eyes are staring at Chrollo, waiting. Calling. 

Chrollo shivers and groans quietly. He crawls over to Illumi and sits down in between the man's thighs. Without any hesitation, he leans down and starts sucking the other off. He sucks on Illumi’s cock happily, the motion of it all feeling calming. Waves of that saccharine numbness flows through his mind as he closes his eyes and enjoys the taste of Illumi. 

Illumi's hand lightly lays on Chrollo’s head and grips onto his hair, guiding Chrollo to the speed he wants. Chrollo gladly lets Illumi use him. 

Hisoka's body slots itself behind Chrollo. “He always looks so out of it when you take his mouth, love! I'd even say he prefers the taste of you over me at this point! Did you see how much he started drooling as soon as you opened your legs?” 

Hisoka guides Chrollo's body to be laying flat on his stomach and lifts his hips up slightly. Chrollo moans as two fingers slide into him. 

Illumi tightens his grip on Chrollo’s hair. “Yes. And I prefer it to be that way. It was a pain in the beginning, how much he fought against us.”

Hisoka makes a noise of consideration as he pulls his fingers out of the poor melted man below them. “I guess so. But I kinda liked when he fought back!! It was so fun to break him!! But I guess he's also fun like this, easy too. He always feeds us so well, it’s like his lust and pleasure is never ending!!!”

Chrollo’s breath hikes slightly and he closes his eyes tighter. His mind is yelling at him, constantly telling him how wrong it all is. How he's going to hell for letting such vile creatures use him. Taint him. 

But his head also is telling him to give in, and that voice is so much louder. So much easier to listen to. 

Hisoka lines himself up but doesn’t push in. He instead decides to tease Chrollo. He stays where he is and traces small symbols on Chrollo’s back, which causes Chrollo to break slightly. Chrollo babbles around Illumi's cock, making the other grunt in frustration and pull Chrollo off of him. 

“What.”

Chrollo is now panting, no words coming to his mouth. He wanted to beg for Hisoka, but he never wanted to be taken away from Illumi!! He tries to go back down to take Illumi's cock into his mouth again, but the tight grip on his hair stays and keeps him elevated away just enough. 

Hisoka scratches small nail marks onto Chrollo's hips. “Go on, say what you tried to earlier little priest!! Tell us what you want!!”

Chrollo sobs out slightly, his cock twitching with need. 

He should've never come back. He should’ve found some way to get rid of the cravings. Fought back just a little bit more. Show everyone that he doesn't need this like they say he does. That he is not theirs. 

But, he’s here. And he’s already damned. Already sinned past repair. So, if he’s going to Hell, might as well enjoy the trip there. 

Chrollo lets out a whine before he starts begging. 

“P-please!! I need you H-Hisoka, Illumi-!!! Please!! Fuck me!! Use me-!!! Mark me as y~yours!!! I need it!!!”

The two demons look at each other and smirk. Illumi guides Chrollo back down to his cock as Hisoka thrusts into him. Chrollo cries out in pleasure as they easily use him. The two demons pay him no mind, talking with one another as if he isn't there. They enjoy their meal together, feeding off of every drop of pleasure Chrollo is feeling. 

Meanwhile, Chrollo is in heaven. His whole body loses feeling and gains nothing but euphoric pleasure in return. It's blinding, mind numbing, and addicting. 

It's just what he needed. 

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“Hynosis? That won't work on me, I'm a Zoldyck.”

Hisoka groans and further sprawls out on the couch. Illumi doesn't have any reaction, simply continuing to read his book. 

“Come onnnn!!! It could work though!! You haven't been hypnotized before, right?”

“I haven’t because it doesn't work. I was born resistant to it. In fact, while in training, Dad couldn't get me hypnotized, even to train against it. Therefore, it is impossible for me. If he couldn’t do it, why could you?”

Hisoka sighs. “I promise the hypnosis I know is different!! Please!! Can I try it?? Just once!! Please!! It will help you relax, and I bet it will feel nice for you!! You won’t regret it!! You'll love it!! I promise!!!”

Illumi closes his book. “Will you stop bugging me if I say yes?”

“Yes!!”

“Fine. Only once.”

Hisoka cheers as he springs up and off of the couch. “Perfect!!! Go lay on the bed, I want to do this in our room!!”

Illumi swiftly gets up and goes to the bed. He simply lays down on top of the covers, giving Hisoka an unimpressed look. Hisoka beams at him, sitting down next to him. 

“Okay, I want you to relax and listen to my voice.”

Hisoka watches as Illumi continues to lie there. Hisoka looks at his husband lovingly, taking in all of the physical aspects about Illumi he adores so much. It's not often he gets Illumi in front of him like this, lying so still.

“Good, now I want you to focus on your breathing. Take deep, refueling breaths. In . . . and out. And in . . . and out.”

Illumi frowns and doesn't follow Hisoka's instructions at first, most likely thinking it's all stupid. But Hisoka is stubborn, and he will make this happen. He continues to coach Illumi through the breathing until the man is taking steady and deep breaths. 

“Good, good. You’re doing such a good job. Now focus on the ceiling. Don't look anywhere else, just focus on the ceiling for me.”

Illumi sighs in slight annoyance but does just that. Hisoka continues to help him breathe, making sure his pattern doesn't falter. After a moment, Hisoka starts talking again. But this time, he changes his voice. He pushes it down to the lower octave that he usually never does. He knows how his voice sounds when it's like this, it's dark and velvety. It drips with honey and is soothing. 

“Now mentally focus on your hands, feel them slowly lose all sensations, pulling away from this world and into another. Feel each small prickle of sensations in your palms float away, sinking your hands into place and away from yourself.”

Hisoka can't help but smirk when he sees Illumi’s eyes dull slightly. His hands slowly relax, looking different from the rest of his tense body. 

“Yes, good job. Such a good job.”

Hisoka coaches him through relaxing the rest of his body. He tells him to relax his arms, shoulders, back, feet, legs, torso, ribs, and then face. By the time he is done, at least an hour has gone by. But, it all pays off. Because Illumi looks the most relaxed Hisoka has ever seen him. His eyes are glossed over and his body sags into the mattress. His face that almost never moves is now lax, as if he's asleep. But he's not, and the blinking of his eyes further proves so. 

“There you go, all relaxed for me. Good. Good. Now I want you to sink. Sink down and open your mind to commands. When I count to three, you close your eyes and will be in a state where what I tell you will subconsciously stick in your brain. You will not remember this or any of the commands, until it is said. Good. Good. Now, I'm going to count. Keep breathing and keep your body relaxed.”

Hisoka watches for any signs of resistance, any forms of him trying to fight against it. There's none, so he continues. “One . . . two . . . three.”

Hisoka snaps his fingers and watches Illumi slowly close his eyes. He beams happily. 

Holy fuck, he hypnotized Illumi!! He was actually able to do it!! He was able to hypnotize a fucking Zoldyck!! Holy shit, holy shit!!!

Any command!! He could give him any command right now and Illumi would do it!! Hisoka holds back a moan at the feeling of power that runs through him. He's never had this much control before, and it's intoxicating. 

But he can't be greedy. He has to start off small. Two commands, that's what he’ll do right now.

“When I say ‘down’ and snap my fingers three times, you will fall into a relaxed state equal to this. With every snap I do, you will sink deeper and deeper, despite how hard you fight against it. And when I say ‘up’ and tap your forehead three times, you will come back to your full consciousness with no memory of what has occurred, but with the commands still staying. With every tap, you will be pulled up and up out of this state till you have fully returned.”

Hisoka waits a few seconds for the information to sink in. He then repeats it five times, just to make sure it fully sticks. He makes sure to repeat it word by word, not changing one thing about what he said, just in case it would mess things up. Then he raises his voice a little bit, says “up”, and slowly taps Illumi's forehead three times. 

On the first tap, Illumi opens his eyes, the second his body slowly tenses, and the third his eyes uncloud and his breathing goes back to being silent. 

Hisoka just sits there, smiling happily. He waits till Illumi speaks first.

Illumi takes a minute and sits up. Then his brows furrow in the slightest as he glares at Hisoka. “It worked, but I remember nothing.”

“Of course it worked, I told you it would!! Did you like it???”

“I do not know. It was-”

“Down.” Hisoka snaps his fingers three times quickly. Illumi cuts himself off and his eyes glaze over again. His body slumps a bit and Hisoka catches him as he teeters forwards. Hisoka smiles giddily, already planning the next commands. 

It's been a month or so and Hisoka has not been able to try out any of his new commands. He's been able to make Illumi go down and up again, finding it fun to play with Illumi by doing it at random times. But he wants to try out his other commands, the sex related ones. Turns out, in order for them to work, Illumi has to be already horny. When his commands didn’t work during a practice run, Hisoka started researching. It wasn’t anything he did wrong, but instead the mental state of Illumi. Any commands dealing with sexual encounters only work when Illumi is susceptible to doing sexual actions. Therefore, he has to find a day when Illumi is horny. 

Which sucks, because Illumi never gets horny or even turned on. Most of the time when they have sex, it’s just Illumi pleasing Hisoka. On rare days Illumi will participate more, and on the rarest of days he will cum. Hisoka thought he would never be able to try out his commands. 

That is until a miracle happened. 

Today Illumi marched into the room with a boner. Hisoka usually would tease Illumi, but not today. Not when this is his perfect opportunity. 

Illumi pins Hisoka on the wall and tears off his shirt, causing the redhead to moan out happily. 

“Illu, hun~! Why don't I take the lead tonight??”

Illumi growls on his skin as he grips Hisoka’s hips with those dangerous nails of his. “No. Get on your knees.”

Hisoka hums happily. He doesn't get on his knees, but instead presses himself closer to Illumi. He kisses his cheek. “I don’t think so, I think you're the one who should get down.”

Illumi's body stalls, pausing mid-motion. Hisoka snaps his fingers, and Illumi’s body jolts, as if fighting against the waves of calm rushing over him. Illumi grits his teeth and quietly hisses, “What the hell?”

Hisoka just hums again, snapping his fingers a second time. Now Illumi's body is slowly relaxing into Hisoka's. Hisoka snaps his fingers one last time, and Illumi becomes completely pliable. Hisoka coos happily, running his fingers through Illumi's hair. 

“There you go, such a good boy for me!!”

He feels Illumi's body shiver happily. So his command for feeling pleasure with praise works perfectly right now!! That must mean all of his other ones must too!! 

He guides Illumi to the couch and lays him down. “Up.” 

He taps Illumi's forehead twice. This leaves the man in a dazed, but functional state. He should be able to talk, think, and move. But his body will hopefully feel weighed down and slow, and his mind should be relaxed and unquestioning to the commands asked of him. Illumi just watches Hisoka with wide eyes. 

Hisoka sighs and runs his hands over Illumi's body. He slowly undoes the man's pants, easily sliding them off along with Illumi's underwear. “So good for me, such a good boy.”

When he says those last two words, Illumi's cock twitches helplessly. The man groans, his face starting to blush. Hisoka blinks a bit in surprise and flushes red himself. 

Usually when they have sex, Illumi is quiet. He never makes any noises or shows any signs of pleasure. The most Hisoka has ever gotten out of him is a small sigh or a little gasp on those rare days Illumi ends up cumming. 

But now? Well now he's freely being vocal without any work needed to be put into it. Fuck, Hisoka should’ve done this years ago. 

“I’m going to ride you, and you're going to cum in me. Okay?” Hisoka's already taking off his own pants, suddenly even more horny than he was before. Illumi just nods slightly, watching Hisoka wantingly. His eyes hold so much emotion when they are like this, it's not fair!

Hisoka takes the lube he hides downstairs just in case any moments like this come up and rubs it onto Illumi's cock. The second his hand touches the other man, Illumi gasps and moans breathlessly. Hisoka pauses a bit confused, before he remembers one of his commands. Whenever he touches Illumi while in this state, his touch is extremely sensitive. 

An evil smirk forms on Hisoka's face as he starts jacking Illumi off. He uses his other hand to trace all over Illumi's body. The poor Zoldyck under him is shifting and gasping with every movement of Hisoka's hands. Before Hisoka can even predict it happening, Illumi cums with a pitiful whine. 

And all Hisoka can do is laugh. Laugh at the fact that he was able to get Illumi fucking Zoldyck to cum so easily!! And whine like a bitch in heat while doing so!! 

He kisses Illumi’s collarbone, whispering “Again.”

This was a command he made just in case Illumi happened to finish too early. Within seconds, Illumi's cock is full again and already leaking. Illumi whines and squirms a bit, most likely the overstimulation feeling torturous. But he also moans happily, his chest moving up and down rapidly with his panting. 

Hisoka wastes no more time as he quickly preps himself and slides onto Illumi's cock. Hisoka groans happily, Illumi never fails to fill him up perfectly. Fuck, he always feels so good, stretching him just right every time. 

“Y-yes! That’s it, so good for me!!!”

Illumi moans and weakly bucks his hips up. Hisoka chuckles a bit and kisses Illumi on the lips. 

“You're so desperate aren't you? Look at you, you look like a mess. F-fuck, you look so ruined already!!”

Hisoka starts moving, simply going up and down. With every movement down he does, Illumi's hips twitch upwards to meet him. Hisoka moans happily, picking up his pace. He can hear Illumi’s little huff like moans. They come out in rhythm with him as little “ha’s” every time Hisoka goes back down on him. Hisoka loves how lost Illumi looks already, but he knows he can do better. He knows he still has a command he hasn’t tested yet. 

“Cum.” 

The command is simple. And it works perfectly. Illumi's hips jolt upwards and his eyes squeeze shut as he cums inside of Hisoka with a strained moan. Hisoka enjoys the feeling, continuing to fuck himself through it. As soon as Illumi's body relaxes and his orgasm is done, Hisoka kisses his collar bone and commands him “Again.”

Illumi cries out in pleasure, his body shaking as his cock gets stiff yet again. Hisoka watches in fascination, moving his hand to his own cock. He jacks himself off on time with his own movements, moaning with each motion he does. He closes his eyes and takes in the sensations, enjoying every second of it all.

That's when he hears a noise, a pleading cry of pleasure. He quickly opens his eyes and looks down to see Illumi. Small tears gather in Illumi’s beautiful black eyes and roll down his face as he moans out desperately. 

“P-please H-Hisoka-!!”

Hisoka arches his back and grinds down on Illumi's cock, cumming all over the other's chest. He continues to grind down with Illumi in him until he fully rides out all of his pleasure. When his breaths slow down, he slowly gets off of Illumi. Illumi's poor hips buck up slightly and the man whimpers, missing the pleasure he had just seconds ago. 

Hisoka lovingly kisses Illumi before standing a step or two away from him. “Cum.”

Hisoka gets to watch the show. He watches as Illumi's already spent body spurts out just the smallest bit of what he has left. His thighs jump and shake and his back arches beautifully. His eyes close tightly as more tears drip down his face. When Illumi’s body finally relaxes, he goes completely limp. Hisoka soothingly runs a hand through his hair, wiping his tears away. 

“Dont cry, shush, it's okay. You did so good, you did so so good for me. I'm so proud, you did amazing.”

Slowly Illumi calms down and his breaths even out. His wide, pleasured hazed eyes reopen and stare directly into Hisoka's soul. Hisoka smiles in return, but it’s not one of comfort. It’s a satisfied smile, because this confirms that he is able to do whatever the hell he wants to when Illumi is down! It proves that the commands work better than he could’ve ever imagined!! 

Hisoka lovingly kisses Illumi, which the Zoldyck immediately returns. As soon as the kiss ends, Hisoka says “Down” and snaps his fingers three times. Illumi’s eyes immediately lose all thought as the man sinks further into his trance. 

Hisoka pushes down his giddiness as he watches how fast Illumi goes down. He wants to add just a few more commands. Just a few more things to further wreck Illumi for next time.

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Illumi feels a little bad sometimes. Hisoka being the horny bastard he is constantly wants attention from Illumi. But the Zoldyck can only give Hisoka so much. The reason? Illumi doesn't feel pleasure. In fact, he never really has before.  It's not that he can't get hard. His body naturally and easily does that, especially when Hisoka is teasing and touching him. But Illumi never feels genuine pleasure. The most that will happen is he orgasms, but he never moans when it happens. There is no tingling feeling that Hisoka describes, no little butterflies in his stomach. Illumi has just accepted it by now, but Hisoka hasn't. He still tries everything he can to get Illumi to feel any type of pleasure. Watching how hard the man tries makes Illumi feel a little bad. 

It's not like he wanted to never feel the pleasure everyone else talks about. It's not like he chose this for himself. But at the same time, it is his life. There's nothing anyone can do about it, despite what Hisoka thinks. 

Illumi hangs up his coat and slips off his shoes. He loudly closes the door, knowing the noise will alert Hisoka that he's home. Hisoka had told him to come over tonight and to make his travels over quick. Most likely to have sex. Illumi doesn't mind. In fact, he enjoys watching Hisoka feel so much pleasure during sex, even if he can't himself. 

Illumi frowns at the lack of a redhead running over to the door and kissing him in all places he can reach. Right before he calls out for Hisoka, he hears a ragefilled noise from their bedroom. Following the noise is the sound of wood splintering and breaking. 

Illumi rushes over, now slightly concerned. When he opens the door, he is greeted with quite the opposite of the sexy sight he assumed he would be getting. Instead of Hisoka laying on the bed or dressed in a seductive outfit, the redhead is in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. He is standing in the middle of the room, looking pissed as hell. The chair he just broke lies in front of him, nothing but shattered wood in a pile. 

Illumi takes a step towards him. “Hisoka.”

Hisoka flinches and backs away from Illumi. Then another noise of anger comes from him as he grabs onto his hair and pulls. His eyes are tightly closed and his body seems to be shaking. 

Illumi keeps walking towards him. Something is definitely wrong. 

Hisoka notices and just starts laughing. It's his manic laugh, one he usually only does when he's fighting. 

“Illumi!!!”

Illumi stops moving closer to Hisoka. 

“ . . . what's wrong.”

Hisoka just laughs harder, but this time a sob leaves him as well. Then another sob. 

“Shit!! Make it stop!! Illumi, make the fucking thoughts stop. Make the memories, t-the memories! Make them go away!!!”

Hisoka suddenly drops to the ground, his knees painfully hitting the hardwood. He pulls on his hair harder, mixing his laughs with cries. 

“MAKE THEM STOP. FUCK ME. FUCK ME ILLUMI AND MAKE THE VOICES STOP.”

So that's what this is about. 

Sighing, Illumi goes up to him. It's not the first time Hisoka has had an episode similar to this. However, this is the first time Illumi has ever seen it get this bad. Usually Hisoka just tells him to fuck him and make the voices stop, but it’s typicallya  simple request. An ask with just a hint of anger and desperation behind it. Usually Hisoka is just a bit stressed. He tends to go up to Illumi, asking him to fuck him so that the thoughts will go away. At worst Hisoka pulled at his hair a bit. But nothing like . . . this. It's never been to this level before. 

In fact, a lesser version of what is happening now happens just about every other month. Illumi usually helps him by doing what he wants, and Hisoka forgets all about whatever usually bothers him. Illumi asked him about it once, but Hisoka just shrugged it off. He said sex helps him forget, but nothing more. Illumi didn't push, cause there was really no need to. He just stays quiet and agrees to pleasure the man whenever he asks for it, manic or not. 

Who is Illumi to deny him of what he wants? Of what he needs. 

Illumi puts a finger under Hisoka's chin and forces his head up. Hisoka's eyes flutter open, golden and swirling with a turmoil of emotions. 

“I’ll fuck you. How do you want it today?”

Hisoka's whole body relaxes at hearing this. His eyes widen and small tears form in them. Illumi holds back a small surprised noise. He's never once seen Hisoka cry. Ever. In fact, he now doesn't know if he wants tears to dry up or fall. 

Hisoka takes in a shaky breath and spreads his legs open. “Please- . . . make them go away. Fuck me Illumi, please-!!”

Illumi decides he wants to see Hisoka cry. Something in his gut twists happily at the idea, at the fact that he would be one of the extremely few people to see Hisoka cry and then fuck him. Maybe even be the only one to do so. 

So Illumi moves his hand to Hisoka's throat, lightly choking him. He then pins Hisoka down onto the floor by his throat. He knows how he slammed Hisoka's head onto the ground had to have hurt, he just hopes it's enough to make those tears fall. 

Unluckily for Illumi, Hisoka gasps and happily moans. No tears rolled down his face, but why would they? Hisoka loves being choked and hurt, it wouldn't make him cry. It just further pleasures him. 

Illumi huffs quietly.

Illumi quickly rips off Hisoka's clothes and takes off his own. Both of them are already hard, in fact Hisoka is already leaking a bit of precum. 

“Do you need any prep?”

“No!! Just do it, fuck me!! Make me stop thinking-!! Please-!!!” 

Illumi decides to not move. He just watches Hisoka. If he wants to make Hisoka cry, maybe he just has to stay still and not give him any pleasure. It's a perfect plan!

And it works like a charm. 

Hisoka starts squirming a bit, his breathing picking up quickly. 

“Please!! I fucking need the thoughts to stop!!! DAMNIT!!! FUCK ME ILLUMI-!!! PLEASE-!!!”

Illumi does nothing. He takes his hands completely off of Hisoka, simply sitting in between his open legs. Hisoka sobs out a cry of frustration as he lifts his hips a bit. 

“Illumi!! Please!!! Or just touch me!!! Do something!! Anything-!!!!”

Illumi watches as Hisoka's eyes become watery once again. The longer Illumi silently sits there and watches, the more upset Hisoka becomes. Until finally, tears fall from his eyes. 

Hisoka stops moving and trying to get Illumi to do something. Instead just starts crying. It's a quiet cry, one he so desperately tries to suppress. But he can't stop the tears freely falling, the slight redness to his face, and the small gasps of air as he cries. 

Illumi watches in awe. His hand lightly touches Hisoka's upper thigh, making the man beg louder and cry more. 

That's when Illumi feels it. A building heat in his core, slowly spreading through his system. A small almost indescribable feeling that he’s never felt before.

His cock twitches a bit and he holds back a moan.

Hisoka blinks, wide helpless eyes staring up at Illumi.

“. . . Did you just moan?"

Illumi says nothing as he spreads Hisoka's legs further and thrusts two fingers into him. Hisoka immediately melts, moaning out happily. But he also frowns in frustration. 

“Illu-!! I said I don’t need prep!! Fuck me!!”

“Keep looking at me.”

Hisoka immediately moves his line of sight to Illumi. His golden eyes look so powerless. It makes that feeling in Illumi grow stronger. 

Illumi curls his fingers and adds a third, much to Hisoka's frustration. The redhead whines and pushes back against the fingers, trying to get them to reach places only Illumi's cock can. Illumi pays it no mind as he tries to figure out why the feeling is slowly fading. He wants to feel that building heat and twist in his stomach, the small fever that makes him want to let out little noises. But it's slowly fading away . . .

Illumi takes his fingers out of Hisoka, going back to not touching the man. Hisoka growls a bit, cussing Illumi out. But Illumi pays no mind, all he cares about are those divine tears falling down Hisoka's face once again. The feeling earlier hits Illumi harder than it did the last time, a wave of mouth watering pleasure flooding through him. 

Illumi gasps quietly and involuntarily lets out a small noise. He repins down Hisoka, his hair flowing around the two of their faces and enclosing them in an inky dark curtain. 

He lines himself up and pushes his cock into Hisoka, making the other cry out in joy. Illumi watches more intensely, now focused just on Hisoka's face. 

“Keep crying.”

Hisoka lets out a confused whimper. “Illu I can't just keep crying-! I don't know how to do that!”

Illumi huffs. 

He can't call Hisoka a slut or whore, the man would just get off from it. He also can't try and praise him, cause the man would probably cum on the spot. He can't hurt him, Hisoka likes it too much. But he also can't just leave him alone and not touch him, Illumi himself is too impatient for that. Especially now that Hisoka's tight heat is surrounding him, and Illumi is actually enjoying the feeling more than he ever has in the past. 

So Illumi tries the only thing he can think of. Even though he knows nothing of the memories Hisoka tries desperately to escape from, he knows they exist. And that's all the information he needs. 

“They are right, you know.”

Hisoka stills suddenly. “Huh?”

“The voices, the memories. They are right.” Illumi states it with such certainty and no emotions. He states it as fact. 

Hisoka's breath picks up slightly, his eyes shutting tight as he holds back tears. “Shut up.”

Illumi finally starts moving, thrusting into Hisoka with a steady pace. The redhead chokes out a moan, eyes reopening. 

“You can’t get away from them, even with me fucking you. They are still in your head. Your one way of escaping will never work again.” 

Illumi's words do the trick immediately. Hisoka's body shakes slightly as tears freely flow. His face heats up even more, an intoxicating blush filling it. His pleas are full of stutters and cracks as he gasps out little sobs. 

Illumi breathlessly groans. “Fuck, holy shit.”

Illumi speeds up his thrusts, now feeling that pleasure with every movement. It’s unlike anything he’s ever encountered. It’s different. Better. 

Hisoka cries out a moan, his teary eyes fluttering. He keens when Illumi cups his cock and starts jacking him off in time with the quickening thrusts. Hisoka's tears slowly fade as he goes back to enjoying the pleasure of the moment. 

But his small quivers, deep blush, and wide eyes don't go away. On top of it all is the remains of his thick mascara and eyeliner. Both have completely melted down his face by now, leaving the tracks of his tears clearly visible. 

When Illumi thrusts into his spot, Hisoka arches his back a bit and cums immediately. However, instead of stopping, Illumi continues. Usually he gives Hisoka at least a little bit to recover, but not today. Not when he's feeling actual pleasure himself.

Especially not when small tears of overstimulation cloud Hisoka's eyes. 

Illumi ruthlessly continues to hit Hisoka's spot and jack him off, wanting to overwhelm Hisoka as much as possible. 

It works like a charm. 

Hisoka lets out pitiful moans with every breath, his body desperately trying to process the pleasure. He doesn't fight against it, but instead starts begging for more. His voice is high pitched and scratchy as he calls out for Illumi to not stop. Moaning and writhing below Illumi, babbling about how good it all is. About how much more he needs. 

But Illumi doesn't listen to a word. All of it goes in one ear and out the other. He's too focused on himself. His mind is hazed with an electrifying feeling as a small pressure is building up in him. He's felt this pressure before, it's something he feels every time he has sex with Hisoka. It means his body is about to have an orgasm. However, this time it's so much different than it's been before. This time it's addictive. Shattering. 

Illumi’s so caught up in how he feels that he barely even notices when Hisoka cums for the second time. The only reason he realizes it happens is because of the added wetness to his hand jacking Hisoka off. Hisoka's cock also goes soft this time, but Illumi doesn't care. He just takes his hand off of Hisoka's cock and instead focuses purely on his own pleasure.

He uses a hand to push Hisoka's body more flat on the ground, using Hisoka's body as he chases that newfound pleasure. 

It only takes a few more thrusts before Illumi cums. 

He gasps and lets out a low moan. Euphoric waves make him feel like he's flying and falling at the same time, sparking little tingles of feeling all throughout his being. His body pulses slightly as the pleasure continues to hit him. He can't do anything but close his eyes and enjoy the moment, which happens to leave him quicker than he had wanted. 

Once Illumi finishes, he pulls out of Hisoka. Illumi's breath is coming out with the smallest bits of panting, his mind and body numbly in elation. He watches Hisoka, the redhead shivering in painful overstimulation. It looks like sometime during it all he came for the third time. He looks ruined, like a complete mess. 

It brings a bit of pride to Illumi. 

Hisoka shakily talks, his voice scratchy and weak. “Thank you, god I needed that.”

“I can tell.”

Hisoka whines a bit as he tries to get up, but is clearly feeling too weak to be able to. Illumi helps him to sit up, letting Hisoka lean onto his shoulders. 

“Lumi, what happened? You moaned, I've never heard you moan before.”

Illumi lightly runs a hand through Hisoka's hair. The redhead melts into Illumi’s touch, practically purring. 

“I felt it. The thing you talk about.”

“Oh yeah? Was it something I did?!? Or did you dabble in some kind of substance before coming over?”

Illumi rolls his eyes. “You know the answer to that, the things you take have no effect on me. Now go get cleaned up, you look pathetic and disgusting."

Hisoka hums happily. “If that's your only request after helping me out so much, then I’ll happily go get washed up!! I mean, damn, you had me cumming three times today!!”

Illumi watches as Hisoka struggles to stand up and stumbles over to the bathroom. Illumi continues to sit on the floor, mind and body still reeling from the feeling earlier. 

“Also, Hisoka, you are going to be paying for that chair you broke. It was mine.”

An annoyed groan comes from the bathroom. “Shit, did I break something?? Is that what the wood on the floor is? Fine, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. It probably- holy shit! Did I cry?! My mascara is like all over my face!!

Hisoka pops out of the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe as he wipes his body down with a washcloth. 

“How bad was my episode today? I know it had to have been worse than in the past, I called you when I was already past my mental limit. I don't really remember anything before my first orgasm either.”

Illumi blinks and stands up to get cleaned up himself. 

“It wasn't bad. In fact, I almost wanted it to be worse.”

Hisoka looks confused and chuckles awkwardly. “You wanted it to be worse? Huh, that's the first time you've said that . . .”

Illumi frowns. “Dont take it personal. I just want to see you cry more often.”

Hisoka softly smiles at Illumi. “Yeah? I can do that!”

Illumi can't help the small bubble of excitement that twists in his stomach. He pushes it down and pushes past Hisoka to get to the shower. 

“I have a mission tomorrow and will be back in two days. Don’t have another manic episode, I won’t be able to come help you. When I come back, you will cry again for me.”

Hisoka just beams happily. “Love you too Lumi~!!”

Chapter Text

Leorio jumps at the front door slamming open and closed. Loudly his roommate stumbles inside. Leorio sighs but keeps his eyes on the tv, Gordon Ramsey having his full attention. 

“You’re back pretty late Peeks. Did you have fun?”

A giggle makes Leorio mute the tv and whip his head over with worry. Kurapika almost trips, doesn't, and then giggles again. His face is flushed with a blushing pink and his eyes are kind of out of it. A mix between a hiccup and a cough leaves him, making Kurapika cringe slightly. 

“Oh god, I think I'm drunk!! Oh!! Wait!! I'm drunk!! Ha!!!”

Leorio watches in horror as his roommate, and long term crush of three years, stumbles over to their common room couch. In all of his years knowing the blond, he's never once seen him smile so freely. He's also never heard him laugh this genuinely. 

Kurapika barely even talks to Leorio. He just locks himself up in his room and studies. On rare occasions he will come out and watch a movie with Leorio or make himself food instead of doordashing. But for the most part, he stays locked up. 

And here he is, a giggling chattery mess right next to Leorio. 

Kurapika fumbles on the couch and then slides off of it. He sits on the floor, his back being supported by the couch. 

“Leeeooorrriioooo!! Have you ever seen me drunk before?? I haven’t drunken so many shots since, uhhh, shit since highschool!! Wait, oh my god, you've never seen me drunk!! Ha!! Wait . . . did you drink tonight? You're blushing a bit. Oh my god Leorio, I had like so many shots!!!”

Leorio tries not to look at those wide eyes, staring up at him from the floor. 

“Kurapika . . . here, let me get you some water.” 

Leorio quickly gets up and gets a cool glass of water for the blond. While in the kitchen, he starts cursing himself. He needs to pull it together and get his head out of the gutter. His friend is drunk off his ass and he needs to help him. Especially as his roommate. 

But . . . Kurapika looks so good down on the floor . . . looking up at Leorio with such wide wandering eyes . . . 

Fuck. No!!! He needs to get it together!!!

Leorio takes a deep breath, grabs the water, and heads back to the common room. Kurapika is still sitting on the floor, but now his shoes and shirt are off. Leorio adverts his eyes away from the blond’s body, but he is not successful in the slightest. Especially when he catches sight of the speckles of freckles that are scattered all over him. They look like stars, so pretty dusting Kurapika’s skin. 

And then there is the man's pink nipples that stand out in the mists of the freckles. They are just slightly perked up, catching Leorio's attention against his will. That’s when Leorio’s eyes trail down even more. He sees Kurapika’s pants that are sitting a little lower than usual, hugging his hips and ass perfectly like they always do. Leorio can see the start of the band of Kurapika’s boxers peaking above his pant’s waistline. 

“Leorio!! Your back!! You left? Oh!! I took my shirt off!!!”

Leorio sits down on the couch again. He hands Kurapika the water. “I can see.”

Kurapika holds the water and laughs a little. He hands it back to Leorio. “Feed me!! Wait, that's not food . . .“

Kurapika’s brows furrow with confusion before he shrugs and laughs again. 

“Drink me!! Give me the water!!! Feed me the water? Yeah!! Do that!! Do you have any whiskey? Oh, I could go for whiskey right now-”

Leorio shakily exhales, trying to push past his racing thoughts. It's weird to hear Kurapika talk this much, even weirder to hear him laugh while doing so. And the most weird thing is hearing him say Leorio's name so happily. But Leorio is a good friend, so he lightly puts the brim of the cup on Kurapika's lips and tilts it slightly. The blond drinks a few sips before pulling away, making Leorio struggle to not spill the water on him. Leorio puts the cup on the side table and tries his damned best to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Okay, you ready for bed Kurapika? How do you feel?”

Kuraika pauses and thinks. His eyes scan around the room before they look at Leorio's crotch. Then he looks up and meets Leorio's eyes. “How do I feel? I feel horny. Ha!! Get it?? I feel horny!”

Leorio chokes on air, immediately coughing in response. There's no way Kurapika just said that . . . there's absolutely no way . . . he must be hearing things!! 

“Okay, you're so funny. I misheard you and thought you said-”

Kurapika crawls, CRAWLS, over to be in front of Leorio's closed legs. He laughs a bit and puts his hands on Leorio's knees. 

“I said I’m horny. I think it's kind of funny!! I’m so drunk that I'm horny! And now I’m shirtless and on my knees!”

Leorio watches with his eyes wide and his heart pounding. His cock is now fully hard, how could it not be?!? He awkwardly forces out a chuckle. “Yeah, so funny. Come on, let's get you to bed Kurapika.”

Kurpika frowns. “No. I'm not tired. Im horny. I already told you so!!”

“Right, and I hear you. But you need to go to bed.”

Kurapika tilts his head a little bit. “But why? I'm horny and you're hard.”

Leorio flushes a bright red as he immediately puts his hands over his crotch to hide the obvious bulge. Fuck. He didn’t think Kurapika noticed it!!! 

Suddenly, Kurapika forces Leorio's legs apart. Leorio gasps and moves his hands to cover his blushing face instead. Kurapika just hums happily and moves to be in between Leorio's thighs. A warm puff of air is blown onto Leorio's covered crotch, making the man squeak slightly. 

“See? You have a bulge and I’m horny! It’s like it's perfect or something!!”

Leorio shakes his head, still refusing to look down at the blond. “No!! You're drunk!! You don't know what you want!! I don't want to take advantage of you like this!!”

“Hmm, okay. Then you don't have to do anything!!” Kurapika finishes his sentence with a giggle. Leorio feels two hands start to pull down his pj pants.

“Wait!! What do you mean?!?” 

Kurapika shrugs. “What I said. What did I say? Oh!! You don't have to do anything!! Just lay there and take it like a good boy.”

Leorio's whole body trembles at those words. He finally looks down at Kurapika, almost scared to see what's below him. Kurapika is looking up at him with hunger. A deep, needy hunger in those now red eyes. Kurapika’s eyes turning red Leorio has only seen happen when Kurapika is either pissed or reading his romcoms. He has asked the man about it before, and Kurapika just said it happens when he feels strong emotions. But seeing the red glow so close to him, in between his thighs, it takes Leorio's breath away. 

“So? Is that a yes Leorio?” Kurapika's hands lightly graze Leorio's crotch, playfully dancing on top of his boxers. 

Leroio gives in. He whimpers and spreads his legs wider. “Y-yes!!”

“Good.” Kurapika yanks Leorio's boxers down easily, his eyes shining brighter at the sight before him. Leorio whines a bit, resisting the urge to close his legs. Kurapika lets out a small, excited sigh. He quickly pulls his hair back into a small ponytail in one smooth motion. Once he’s done, he puts his soft hands on Leorio’s inner thighs. Kurpaik’s thumbs rub Leorio’s thighs lightly. Leorio’s whole body jolts when soft and warm lips engulf his throbbing cock. 

Leorio is now unable to take his eyes off the wonder between his legs. The blond has his eyes closed, seemingly enjoying every second of mapping out Leorio's cock with his tongue. Leorio's hands slowly inches to Kurapika's hair, wondering if he should take the lead. But Kurapika pops off of him and swats his hand away with a glare. 

“Just lay there!! It's not that hard. Let me have what I want, I’m horny.”

With that, he goes back to sucking Leorio off. Leorio is in a state of shock from Kurapika's response, but doesn't have the time to question it as Kurapika deep throats him. Leorio moans out, his hips moving slightly. The blond grumbles, forcing Leorio's hips down with his hands. Leorio's hips don't resist, his body doing whatever Kurapika wants. 

Kurapika hums in satisfaction, the vibrations sending Leorio into a frenzy. He moans out needily, already begging Kurapika for more and to go faster. But the blond doesn't listen to him in the slightest, taking everything at his own speed and exactly how he wants to. 

Leorio can’t help but find Kurapika's dominance hot as fuck. The idea of the blond just using Leorio however he wants and whenever he wants, and Leorio being too infatuated with him to do anything against it. Being so desperate for anything from the blond that he agrees without thinking over it. 

Leorio feels a deeper pleasure build up in him when Kurapika’s beautiful eyes flutter open and look up at him. They burn an intoxicating red that creates a heat at Leorio’s core. 

Without any warning to himself or Kurapika, Leorio suddenly cums. His hips buck against Kurapika's hands as his thighs shake slightly. His moans echo around the room, accompanied with the sinful noises Kurapika makes while swallowing every drop. When Leorio feels small tears of painful overstimulation start to form in his eyes, Kurapika pops off of his softened cock. 

The blond's eyes are blown so wide, now only showing a small ring of red. He licks his lips, and then laughs a bit. 

“I liked that, that was good. I liked that. I'm tired, I'm going to bed.”

Kurapika stands up and grabs the cup of water. He taps it on the counter before downing it like a shot. He then heads to his bedroom. He stumbles over one of his shoes he tossed across the room earlier and kicks it, muttering about how drunk he is. 

Meanwhile, Leorio just sits there on the couch in shock, cock out and legs spread. His body moves with every heavy breath he lets out, still recovering from cumming so quickly and with such intensity. He glances at the cooking show that's still on the tv as his brian tries to catch up with what the hell just happened.

Chapter Text

Hisoka slowly crawls into Illumi’s bedroom after picking his window lock. He silently lands on the floor, trying to mask his presence as best as he can. 

Illumi had texted him a simple but concerning text. It just said for Hisoka to not bother him for a few days. That in itself is nothing new, but the fact that it had no punctuation and one of the words was misspelled is what had Hisoka concerned. If he knows one thing about Illumi, it's how specific the man is with his grammar through texting. He would never send some shit like he did earlier unless something is wrong. So here Hisoka is, sneaking into his lover's room in the infamous Zoldyck manor. 

When he hears nothing, Hisoka stands up. The room is pitch black, only moonlight from the newly opened window shining in. Sighing, Hisoka shuffles around till he finds Illumi’s bedside table. He knows the man smokes and that he has matches and a lighter in here somewhere. Illumi’s room is lit only with candles. Hisoka has asked to help him install actual lights, but he always refuses and says that his parents insist their interior mansion is candlelight. Fucking stupid if you ask Hisoka. 

He finds the drawer and finds matches in it easily. He strikes one and uses it to find the first few candles, which he quickly lights. He continues to do this, and before he knows it the dark room is dimly lit. But no Illumi to be found. 

Maybe he left? A mission? A family event? 

Hisoka sighs, feeling extremely frustrated. He flops onto Illumi's bed. He inhales the soft scent of cigarettes and red wine, the two things Illumi always smells of. He closes his eyes, desperately thinking about where the man could be and if he is okay. Maybe he needs to go searching for him . . . reach out to Illumi’s siblings or something? 

Suddenly the door to Illumi’s room opens. In walks the tall man, a full wine glass in his hand. He is in a loose silky black robe that hangs off his shoulders slightly, giving Hisoka a stunning view of his pale chest. His emotionless eyes blink in shock at the candles in his room being lit, but then they immediately snap over to Hisoka. His lax demeanor tenses up as he slams the door shut behind him.

“Get out.”

Hisoka raises an eyebrow. “And why should I?”

The delicate hold on the wine glass tightens as Illumi glares at him. “Just leave. Now.”

Curiosity pulls at Hisoka too much for him to leave. He's never seen Illumi look so relaxed but also so strained at the same time. He wants to know more! Plus, with Illumi obviously only wearing a robe, there's no way in hell he's leaving without at least kissing the man!!

“My question still stands dear, why should I?”

Illumi grumbles. “I do not need to explain myself more than I have.”

“You do if you want me to actually leave my love!! I'm not going anywhere, especially when you look so delectable!! Plus, your text worried me.”

“Why did it worry you? I told you not to be near me, that is not an abnormal text.”

Hisoka rolls his eyes dramatically. “Yeah? Well, it is when you don't capitalize or punctuate the sentence at all. You don't text like that, Illumi.”

“I was in a rush.”

“Oh?? Were you now?? A rush to drink wine and get changed? Come on Illumi, why did you send me that text? Don't lie to me, I know how to tell when you do.”

Illumi mutters something under his breath, his hand starting to shake slightly. “I texted quickly because I knew the longer I thought about the text the longer I thought about you. There. Happy?”

Hisoka pauses. Illumi's voice is oddly emotional, almost as if he's getting increasingly pissed off by each second. Hisoka has only heard him talk like this once, and that was after a week long mission they went on. Ilumi didn't have any cigarettes because he forgot to bring them. By the fourth day of the trip, he was acting like this. Hisoka had to buy him some cause the man's withdrawal anger was pissing Hisoka off too much. But he has cigarettes here, so why??

Illumi sighs. He brings the wine glass up to his lips almost desperately. Hisoka swings his legs off of Illumi's bed and gets up, going towards the man.

A sound of shattering glass straddles them both. Hisoka watches with wide eyes as Illumi cusses under his breath. The glass had shattered the second Illumi tried to drink from it. Remarkably, no glass got on Illumi and there were no cuts bleeding. However, the wine did spill all over the man. 

Hisoka struggles to hold back a small laugh as he rushes over to Illumi in concern. “Damn, must have been a weak glass. How the hell did it even-”

Black eyes with small red dots in their center whip up to stare at Hisoka. A jolt of fear goes through the redhead, making him stop all movements and even take a small step backwards. Hisoka watches as Illumi lets out a growl-like noise and throws the rest of the glass onto the ground. Illumi grabs onto his hair and closes his eyes tightly, shielding himself from Hisoka. 

“I said LEAVE.”

Hisoka hears a small voice in his head telling him to listen to those words, but he fights against it. He pushes away the pulsing need to run and instead walks closer to Illumi. 

“No.”

Illumi makes an almost hissing noise as his hand stops pulling at his hair. His eyes open and flicker back to Hisoka, the new dot of red in them now shining brightly. It's odd, in the almost seven years Hisoka has been hooking up with Illumi, he's never once seen Illumi’s eyes have any sort of red in them. He would almost compare the sight to Kurapika’s burning Kurtan eyes, but it's too different. These eyes are a brighter color, almost a neon red. And unlike the beauty that the Kurta eyes bring to a viewer, these eyes make Hisoka tremble in panic. His heartbeat picks up with adrenaline as he does everything in his power not to run away or attack Illumi. 

In Hisoka's moment of being frozen, Illumi lunges. He runs up to the man and roughly pins him against the nearest wall. His cold slender hand grips Hisoka's chin and forces his head up and to the side, fully exposing Hisoka's neck. Hisoka gasps, small shivers of pleasure dancing through him at the action. He can hear how loud his heartbeat is as arousal slowly starts building. 

“ . . . Illu?”

Illumi’s mouth brushes on Hisoka's neck before fully pulling away. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Get away. Fucking leave. LEAVE.”

Hisoka hears that voice in his head again, telling him to listen. Begging him to leave. But he pushes the voice further down and just stays still. The only noise that can be heard in the room is the sound of Hisoka's accelerated breathing. 

Illumi groans and turns away from Hisoka. He goes to pick up the shattered glass on the floor. 

Slowly, Hisoka moves his head back down. 

“Illumi, what was that?”

“Nothing. Leave.”

“A new Nen ability? Whatever it was, that was fantastic!! I don’t think I've ever felt truly in a fight or flight situation before!! That was incredible!!”

“You're just saying that because you're hard.” Illumi stands up after collecting all of the glass. He throws the pieces away in his attached bathroom’s trashcan. 

“Maybe~!! But I’m hard because of whatever that was! Plus you haven't answered my question, was it a new Nen ability?”

Illumi sighs, his shoulders slumping more than Hisoka has ever seen them do before. Illumi’s eyes no longer have that glow in them. In fact, he looks rather drained. Illumi sits in his bed and grabs a cigarette from his side table. He immediately lights it and takes a hit, looking a little less tired as soon as he does.

“No. It's not.” 

“Then what was it?! Come on Illumi!! You have to tell me!!” Hisoka is finally able to make his body move again. So he heads over to Illumi as he speaks.

“No. Leave. I'm not joking about this Hisoka. I won't be able to control myself for much longer.”

Hisoka hums in curiosity. He lies down on Illumi's bed right next to him. Illumi shifts away from the redhead. 

“Oh?? Won’t be able to control yourself?? Sounds kinky to me!! Spill!!! Tell me what's up!!!”

Illumi takes a long breath of smoke before looking at Hisoka. He doesn't say anything, just really looks at the man, as if he's debating something. 

Hisoka playfully rolls his eyes. Something's up with Illumi, and he's going to figure out what it is. He's determined to do so. 

Hisoka crawls onto Illumi's lap, taking the cigarette out of his hand and putting it out on his side table. Before Illumi can complain, Hisoka bares his neck to the man. 

“You were so interested in my neck before, weren't you? Go on then, do what you stopped yourself from!”

Illumi's hands hesitantly land on Hisoka’s hips, making the redhead frown. Illumi is never this slow to do anything. Usually, by the time Hisoka is in his lap, Illumi is undressing him with eagerness. Especially if Hisoka is as hard as he is now. But this time Illumi seems so hesitant, like he's scared to hurt Hisoka. 

“I shouldn't. Don't offer when you know nothing.”

Hisoka groans in annoyance. “Then tell me!! Just spit it out already, why the hell are you acting like this tonight?!?”

Illumi still debates. Then, he sighs lightly. “If you're so inclined to know, kiss me and see if you can figure it out.”

Hisoka smirks in victory. Fucking finally!! He immediately kisses Illumi, his brain running to try and figure out what Illumi meant. Illumi kisses back, which is something that doesn't always happen. Hisoka is even more surprised when Illumi opens his mouth slightly and doesn't take the lead. In all of their times together, Illumi has never once been submissive in any form. Maybe this all was because he wants to try? Maybe he's a switch after all?

Whatever it is, Hisoka could care less. He takes control of the kiss, happily french kissing his lover. 

Then he feels it. A significant point on Illumi’s canine teeth, something that definitely was not there in the past times they have french kissed. Hisoka pulls away quickly, his tongue almost getting cut in the process. His eyes scan Illumi's features, and Illumi lets him. 

Years of questions suddenly start to make sense. 

Illumi’s unnaturally pale skin. The way he is always cold. How his eyes are void of life. The fact he never lets Hisoka take pictures of him. How he always orders his steak rare, sometimes complaining that they cook it a little too much. His refusal to bite and mark Hisoka during sex. The way he never seems to bleed after a fight, even if he seemed to have gotten cut. And then there's eyes glowing red tonight along with the avoidance of Hisoka. Plus the glass randomly breaking, his fangs probably appeared and broke it within seconds. 

Fuck.

“Your . . . a vampire.”

“Yes.” 

Hisoka's head reels as he tries to think back to all of the time they have been around each other. How could he have not picked up on it?!? How could he have not noticed!?!

“How?? When?!?”

“All Zoldyck children are bitten behind their ears at the age of five.”

Hisoka immediately moves Illumi's hair and looks behind his ear, a place he has never thought to look at for any reason. There it is, clear as day. Two little spots. 

“How did you keep it hidden??? How did I not notice??”

Illumi tries to move Hisoka off his lap, but Hisoka doesn't let him. 

“I am good at hiding it, I have been trained to do so. I only need human blood once a year, but haven't enjoyed any in seven years or so. So to take my mind off of it I-”

“Smoke and drink alcohol."

“Mhm.”

“Why haven't you enjoyed drinking blood in so long? I mean, you're an assassin, blood is so easy for you to get!!”

Illumi’s hand tightens on Hisoka's waist slightly before the grip returns to normal. 

“It's complicated. Drinking human blood usually isn't anything special. Until you . . . fall in love. When you do, the thought of drinking anything besides the one you love is nauseating."

Hisoka feels himself swooning as he lightly blushes. Illumi has never once shown any affection towards Hisoka, well besides fucking him so hard he’s sore the next day. But he's never once said he likes Hisoka. In fact, he denies enjoying Hisoka's company. But if it's been seven years since he's enjoyed drinking blood, that means . . . 

“You haven't drunk any blood lately because you love me?”

“Mhm.”

“How are you still functioning?!? I mean, you said you need blood every year to stay alive, right?”

“Yes, so I drink human blood just once a year. But it is disgusting because it is not yours.”

“So why didn't you want me to come here tonight? You obviously need my blood!! Actually, now that I think about it, why haven't you just drunk my blood before?”

Illumi avoids eye contact, looking oddly close to being embarrassed. “I didn't think you'd be so casual about this. As for tonight, it's a full moon. My cravings are the worst on full moons.”

Hisoka lightly kisses Illumi, but Illumi pulls away from it with a wince. His eyes are slowly starting to have those burning red dots in them and his hands harshly grip onto Hisoka’s waist. Hisoka hums happily, grinding down on Illumi's lap. 

“I’m acting casual about this because I find it hot as hell Illumi~!! Are you kidding me, I've had a vampire lover for years?! I'm only pissed you didn't tell me sooner!!”

“Hisoka, leave. I’m seconds away from-”

Hisoka re-exposes his neck. “Seconds away from biting me?”

“Don’t tempt me.” Illumi's eyes are glowing now, looking only at Hisoka's neck. When he talks, Hisoka can see those sharp fangs, much longer than they were just moments ago. Illumi licks his thin lips, eyes slowly gaining pure hunger within them. It kicks back on Hisoka's fight or flight defenses, making Hisoka shiver and exhale a moan. 

Hisoka smirks and grinds down harder. “Go on Illumi, bite me. Suck my blood, feed from me. I know you want to~!”

“Hisoka. It will hurt. Bad.”

“And I want it, okay? Illumi you know I like pain~!!! I've wanted you to bite me and mark me for years now!! So do it. Eat from me, take whatever you need. The worst that can happen is I die and join you in the fang club, right?”

Illumi forcefully pulls Hisoka to be closer to him. “I won't kill you.”

“Then bite me!!”

Illumi suddenly flips them, pinning Hisoka down onto his bed in a swift motion. Hisoka makes a noise of surprise, looking at Illumi with confusion. 

“You don't want my neck Illumi?”

Illumi rips off Hisoka's sweatpants and boxers, the fabric having no chance against Illumi's claw-like nails. Illumi grabs Hisoka's legs and spreads them wide, keeping them in place with a firm grip. Hisoka gasps and glares down at Illumi. 

“What the hell Illumi?! Aren't you going to bite me!! I mean, we can fuck, I’m horny as hell, but I thought you were going to-”

A simple glance up from Illumi tells Hisoka he is wrong about everything. Illumi looks like a monster. Like a creature from another world who is about to devour its prey. The creature Hisoka loves so dearly says nothing before biting Hisoka's inner thigh. 

Hisoka groans at the pain. He didn't know what to expect, but just pure pain was not what he had in mind. He's not complaining though, the burn that is slowly traveling through his whole leg feels heavenly. Prickles of a sharper pain spark through him making Hisoka tense up and hiss slightly. However, as soon as he feels it, the pain subsides greatly. An almost numbing sensation starts to climb through his limbs, making them all feel heavy. Hisoka hums happily at the feeling and relaxes fully onto the mattress below him. 

That's when there's a few licks to his thigh and Illumi moves. He grabs Hisoka’s arms, pinning them above his head easily. He then bites into Hisoka's wrist, causing a jolt from the redhead. Pain hits him once again before more waves of numbness course through him. The constant back and forth between slightly pleasurable numbness and pain makes Hisoka's head spin happily. Without thinking, he closes his eyes and bares his neck to Illumi. A small moan leaves his mouth as his hips buck up, desperate for friction. 

Illumi licks his wrists as one of his hands cups Hisoka's cock. Hisoka lets out a moan at the feeling of feverish arousal coursing through him rapidly. His mind very quickly becomes hazy as all thoughts fade away. Another wave of need washes through him, making him melt onto the sheets and whine shamelessly. 

Illumi pulls away from his wrist and Hisoka can feel a small trickle of blood dance down his arm. By now the scent of iron is lingering in the air, but it adds for both of them. Illumi licks from the start of the dripping blood by Hisoka’s elbow back up to his wrist. He sucks on it a bit more before pulling away again and landing a soft kiss on Hisoka's neck, making Hisoka shiver. 

“You taste so good.” Illumi's whispers on his skin, his voice a rumbling growl. Hisoka gasps and tries to buck his hips into Illumi's hand. But his body feels sluggish and slow, making him unable to move to get even more friction. 

“P-pleasse-!!” Hisoka's voice seems so detached from himself. It sounds like another person almost, breathless and weak. 

Illumi licks up his neck, nipping it but not enough to draw blood. 

“You taste better than I could ever imagine. So warm and sweet, melting on my tongue. Like candy. So good~.”

Hisoka lets out a hitched whimper. Illumi moans deeply in response, nipping and licking at his neck. After a few seconds, the Zoldyck pulls away from Hisoka and grabs the bottle of lube. He puts some on his hand before sliding a finger into Hisoka. Hisoka groans and tries to push backwards onto the finger, but he can't move his body like he wants to. 

Illumi adds a second finger, a small smirk playing on his face. He kisses Hisoka's collarbone lightly. “You know, the more blood I take the better it feels. It's a mixture of a numbing venom from each bite and the feeling of blood loss. Most humans describe it as euphoric, but it's all a ruse. It's all to cover up the fact that you are dying.”

He adds a third finger, curling them to reach the spot that makes Hisoka's cock twitch and leak. The redhead moans happily, lightly closing his eyes and further baring his neck to Illumi. His body almost craves the bite that Illumi is teasing. 

“There you go, willing your body to me. That's another thing humans don't realize they do. They start to crave the bite and start bearing the easiest places for me to feed from.”

Illumi licks up Hisoka’s exposed neck and traces his other hand over Hisoka's spread thighs. 

“Without thinking you give me access to some of your most deadly arteries. On top of that, your arousal makes your heart beat out your blood faster. If I'm not careful where I bite, I will kill you in an instant."

Hisoka quivers in need. “P-please!!! I need it!!! So bad Illumi, I need you!! Please-!!!”

Illumi darkly chuckles before he pulls his fingers out of Hisoka. 

“Want to know something else I can do? Something no humans know about? I can make a suggestion, convince your brain to do something. Of course you can fight against it. But when you're so helplessly moaning under me, your brain would never fight against even the smallest of suggestions. Look at me.”

Hisoka's eyes open immediately, his gaze flickering over to Illumi without Hisoka meaning to do so. Illumi seems pleased at the sight.

“See?”

Hisoka shivers, his cock leaking a bit more desperately. “Please-!!!”

Illumi unties his robe, giving Hisoka a sight of his beautiful pale body. Hisoka watches in captivation as Illumi rubs lube on his hard cock before lining it up and pushing into Hisoka. They both groan in pleasure at the action. 

Before Hisoka can beg for anything else, Illumi dives down and bites his neck. As soon as the pain hits him, it goes away as overwhelming pleasure floods his system. Hisoka then tries to open his legs further, but he can't because something is stopping them from moving at all. In fact, he suddenly feels as if he can't move anything. But this doesn't panic him, because as soon as he starts to question it another layer of hazy pleasure gets added to his mind. 

Illumi starts to thrust into him, making Hisoka let out little moans with each thrust. 

“That's it. Keep moaning just like that, keep showing me how much you love this. Beg for me to continue to take blood from you. Beg for me to feed from you, to kill you.”

Hisoka tries to beg, tries to say anything. But all that comes out of him is broken moans and muddled babbles of pleasure. Illumi bites down on the other side of his neck, sucking just a little bit of blood from it this time. But that numbing pleasure recourses through Hisoka's already limp body, making him cry out for more. 

Illumi licks up his neck, quicking his thrusts. “You want to cum, don't you?”

Hisoka does his best to nod, say yes, buck his hips, anything. Nothing is communicated though as he just continues to lay there and give Illumi all the man could ever want. Illumi chuckles at Hisoka despite attempts to beg for more. 

“Such a good meal for me, letting me take all of what I want. Give me all of you. Go on, cum for me.”

Illumi moans softly as he bites into a mark from earlier and draws out another suck of blood. 

“Cum.”

Hisoka feels waves of submission and sparking pleasure hit him simultaneously. His cock immediately twitches, cumming the second the words are muttered from Illumi's lips. Hisoka cries out happily, feeling pleasure like he's never felt before. A buzzing haze takes over his whole system, making him happily lie there limply afterwards. Illumi doesn't take long before he follows in Hisoka's actions, cumming into the man with a low groan. Hisoka moans at the feeling, even more pleasure flowing through him. 

Illumi pulls out of Hisoka and moves away from him, making the redhead whine at the loss of his lover. 

“L-lumi~!!”

Hisoka watches as Illumi rolls his eyes. Suddenly, Hisoka feels Illumi's cold calloused hands pick him up and hold him like a princess. Hisoka melts into the carry, struggling to stay awake. Hisoka feels himself being set into a bath tub and warm water being poured into it. He keeps his eyes open and looks at Illumi with a tiered look. Exhaustion hitting his body more than he thought it ever would. 

Illumi doesn't say anything as he grabs a towel, shampoo, and body wash. He then sits down next to the tub, his robe now retied. 

“Go ahead and go to sleep. Your body is trying to recover, I took just a little too much blood. I'll make sure you're washed, that your bite wounds get cleaned so they won't get infected, and I will wake you up when your body is ready to start drinking and eating to replenish what I took.”

Hisoka hums, gladly letting himself be pampered. Especially if it's by Illumi!! This has never happened before, and Hisoka would rather be murdered than say no!! He lets his eyes close and relaxes fully. Before sleep takes his system, he mumbles out a small, “I loved that Illumi, thank you, that felt s-so good . . . I love you!!!”

The last thing he hears before passing out is a rare small chuckle. 

“I'm glad you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

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Kurapika groans and pops his back. He gets up from his desk and starts his nightly routine. He slides off his clothes till he's only in his shirt and flops down on his bed. Today’s work was exhausting, soul crushing even. 

He needs to replenish himself.

He needs porn.  

The thought of watching porn used to gross Kurapika out. He has never enjoyed how overly scripted and obviously acted most of them are. He promised himself he would never start watching such things. But that was back when he was young. When he had Leorio . . . 

He never did anything with Leorio, which was fully his own fault. He pulled away from the relationship before it could even begin, and now he just ghosts the man in hopes that the heart break of it all will one day go away. News alert, it hasn't and it's been over four years. 

Years ago when he was around Leorio all day, any time he got horny he would just imagine the taller man helping him out. Sometimes he would even have a shirt of Leorio's that the man ‘lost’ to smell the cologne off of it. But that was years ago. 

Quickly after Kurapika ghosted Leorio, the blond started to have an itch in his mind. No matter how many times he tried to get off, the itch stayed. He couldn't get rid of it, and it made him want to pull his hair out and scream. Every time he tried to orgasm, it just didn't work. He couldn't feel any pleasure. 

Slowly, Kurapika started to sink into almost a depression. He became incredibly irritated, snapping at anyone who annoyed him in the slightest. One of his colleagues noticed and told him to browse through porn websites or something, anything to take the edge off. Feeling a bit helpless and mostly just pissed at himself, Kurapika did just that. He looked up medical students, doctors, nurses, anything. It helped him cum again, but it still wasn't the same. 

That was until last year.

After three years of unsatisfactory orgasms, Kurapika came so hard he saw stars. And the reason why? Leorio. 

Kurapika had been scrolling on his porn website in the medical accounts, and then he saw a new one that had just been made earlier that day. He clicked on the video and was beyond shocked to see Leorio on the screen, face showing and everything. Before Kurapika could think against it, he had his hand down his pants. 

He became a subscriber to “Leo_the_knight_403” immediately afterwards and turned on notifications. Ever since, he has been like a new person. It’s like he finally got a hit of a drug he’s been withdrawn from. 

His life got even better when someone in the chat asked Leorio what cologne he used. Kurapika went out and bought it as soon as the stream ended, getting three bottles of the surprisingly inexpensive scent that reminds him of life itself. 

Now, Leorio is posting a video once a week and streaming livestreams every Saturday. His followers have grown, but he still isn't as big as Kurapika thinks he deserves to be. 

A notification earlier today saying Leorio posted a video had pushed Kurapika through his hours of work and gave him hope for tonight. Kurapika reaches for his bedside table. He gets the bottle of cologne that forever stays there and sprays a bit on his pillow. He then grabs his lube, a hair tie, his sound proof earbuds, his favorite dildo, and his laptop. He slips his hair into a simple bun and logs into his account. He quickly clicks on Leorio's newest video and puts in his earbuds. He bought them specifically for this, they pick up every little noise in the video and blocks out everything else. When he puts them in, it sounds like Leorio is right there next to him. 

Leorio starts this one in his scrubs, just like all of his others start. But tonight, he’s not in his bedroom or an office. Instead he is on a living room chair that Kurapika has never seen in any of his videos. 

His legs are spread wide open, the tent in his scrubs visible at this angle. His whole body is on display, so Kurapika can see his face is already blushing and his chest is rising and falling from breathing heavily. 

Kurapika checks the title and time. It's a short video, just a minute or so long. The title states: SOLO MALE NURSE IN SCRUBS MASTURBATES, STAYING QUIET SO ROOMMATE DOESN’T HEAR, GETS CAUGHT, ORGASM DENIAL

Kurapika turns up his volume, knowing this one will be a quiet one. He then puts the video on full screen. He goes ahead and warms up the lube on his hands before slipping a finger into himself. 

Leorio has a hand down his scrubs, jacking him off quickly already. With each hand motion, he lets out a small repressed sigh. His eyes are lightly closed, giving his face a blissfilled look. 

Kurapika watches intently as Leorio’s hips lift up in the slightest, bucking into his own hand under his pants. A small groan leaves Kurapika as he adds two more fingers, curling them perfectly in himself. 

Leorio tilts his head back slightly and slumps into the chair a bit. He pulls down his pants and underwear enough to fully pull his cock out. He thumbs over his tip, little whines leaving him with each swipe, he then goes back to moving his hand up and down. 

Kurapika watches as he takes out his fingers and pushes the dildo inside of himself, gasping at the slight stretch. Without giving himself any time to adjust, he matches the thrusts of the dildo to Leorio’s hand speed.

Leorio lets out a small grunt of pleasure, the noise sending shock waves of need through Kurapika. Leorio then starts to fully buck his hips up into his hand, rutting into his own palm desperately. Kurapika almost jolts when he hears Leorio's hushed, husky voice. “F-fuck-!”

Kurapika feels his body heat up as his other hand finally makes its way to his cock. He teasingly touches himself, imagining it being Leorio doing so. But he doesn't last long with the teasing because he's incredibly desperate to feel that feverish pleasure that comes with moving his hand. He starts jacking himself off to the same rhythm. 

“T-thats it, yes! So good, taking me so well-!! S-so tight, fuck!!” 

Leorio's voice is just a whisper, but it rumbles through Kurapika's earbuds easily. The blond gasps and moans happily in response. He imagines Leorio calling out his name right after, whispering about how good Kurapika feels around him. 

“J-just a little more! I'm so close, so close baby!! K-keep going, yes, just like that. Please princess-!!” Leorio's voice has a small strain to it as his hand speeds up drastically. His brows furrow and his mouth is slightly open, muttering these heavenly words. 

Kurapika watches in a trance, speeding up the dildo as well. When it hits Kurapika’s spot, he cries out slightly and grinds down onto it. He imagines Leorio's hands wrapped around him, pinning him down and fucking him. Grunting his name with every thrust. And then claiming Kurapika, cumming in him and filling him up. 

Kurapika watches as Leorio's thighs quiver and his hand shakes slightly. Both signs that Kurapika has noticed that means Leorio is seconds away from cumming. Kurapika bucks into his own hand, wanting to cum at the same time as Leorio. 

“Yes, yes, please, don't stop-!! So close-!! Just a little-” 

Suddenly Leorio's body goes stiff and he pauses all actions. He frantically sits up, closes his legs, and pulls his pants and underwear back up all the way. Readjusting his clothes doesn't hide anything, his pants still have a massive tent in them and his face is flushed a dark red. Plus his eyes are wide and hungry, full of nothing but lust. 

A second voice that Kurapika doesn't recognize joins the video. “Hey man! My zoom meeting finished early, so I'm down to go get some food whenever you are!!”

Leorio quickly picks up his phone which was recording, the video suddenly shaking as he does so. “Yeah, yeah. Let me get changed out of my work clothes.”

His voice is scratchy and his breathing is staggered. 

“Sure man! Hey, you alright? You look-”

The video suddenly ends. 

Kurapika looks at the recommended videos list with a frown. His own orgasm hadn't been too far away, but he too stopped when the stranger's voice appeared. The adrenaline of getting caught runs through his veins, even though he's home alone and there is no one who could catch him. 

His heart pounds loudly as he wipes his hand on his shirt and then rewinds the video a bit. 

“T-thats it, yes! So good, taking me so well-!! S-so tight, fuck!!” 

Kurapika groans at the sound of Leorio's voice and this time closes his eyes. Both of his hands resume pleasuring himself as he leans back onto his pillow. The scent of Leorio's cologne fills his system as he pounds into himself roughly. He imagines Leorio covering his mouth with his hand and telling him that they have to stay quiet or else his roommate will hear. That they have to be quick. 

“J-just a little more! I'm so close, so close baby!! K-keep going, yes, just like that. Please princess-!!” 

The lasting adrenaline in Kurapika system along with Leorio's words push the blond over the edge. He cries out in pleasure, helping himself ride it out. 

“Yes, yes, please, don't stop-!! So close-!! Just a little-”

Kurapika bucks his hips at Leorio's begging, going through his last wave of pleasure. When he's done, the video is finished once again. Kurapika weakly pulls the dildo out of himself, whimpering slightly at the feeling. He then gets up and cleans himself off. 

He imagines Leorio holding him close in the shower, kissing him slowly. It would be so warm and soft, love intertwined in every movement. Leorio would kiss his neck and maybe even leave a mark, before Kurapika would push him off and tell him to focus on getting washed. Leorio would roll his eyes, but give Kurapika one last kiss before washing the blond's hair. Kurapika would insist on washing Leorio's in return, but Leorio would fight against it and tell Kurapika to just relax and enjoy the pampering. Kurapika would bask in the love Leorio would show him, absolutely glowing in the taller's arms. 

Kurapika opens his eyes, shoulders sinking in slight defeat. He sighs as he reaches for his shampoo, a dull ache in his heart growing a bit. 

After his shower, he puts everything up except for his laptop. He throws on boxers and a night shirt and lays back down on his bed. The smell of Leorio's cologne embraces him as he goes to the comment section of the video. 

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Sunshine_404_: Great video, especially liked when you started to beg.

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Chrollo wakes up with a start. A small scream that sounds oddly like one of his crew members makes him jump out of bed, grab his cutlass sword, and run to the deck. Tonight Shalnark and Machi were on night watch, Shalnark steering the ship and Machi keeping an eye out for anything. They both know to get him if anything happens, so to hear one of them screaming is definitely a red flag. 

Chrollo slams open the door that leads to the deck. Cold misty air whips his hair and sends a slight shiver through him. He is faced with two tall figures that look just a little too tall to be his crew mates. 

“ . . . Shal? Machi?”

A sinister giggle echoes through the stagnant air. Chrollo feels a spike of fear in his chest, but he pushes it down. He needs to make sure his crew is safe. He’s the captain of this ship, and he will defend it and his crew with his life. 

Chrollo stands up straight and walks closer to the two figures, puffing out his chest slightly. He gets out his sword and points it at the looming figures. 

“Who goes there? State your name and your alliance.”

“Oh! Would you look at that Lumi, the human has a sword!!” a beautifully dark voice rings out. It’s smooth and velvety, like a song with every word. 

Chrollo takes a deep breath before raising his voice and trying again. 

“This is your last chance before I kill you both. State your names and your alliances.”

The two figures just walk closer to Chrollo, getting close enough for the few lanterns lit on the boat to illuminate them. Chrollo's breath staggers as he is greeted with the sight of the most beautiful men he has ever seen. Both are tall, enough to where he comes up to the necks of them both. 

The one on the left has bright red hair that is flat and seemingly wet. His skin is pale, but dusted with hidden freckles. His eyes are a glowing golden yellow with catlike slits in them. His appearance is completed with a growing smirk that twists Chrollo's stomach. 

The man on the left is almost the total opposite. He has porcelain doll-like skin. His hair is pitch black and goes all the way down to his waist. His eyes are as dark as his hair is, staring into Chrollo's soul.

Both are well built men with hunger in their eyes. And each have slight color splotches on their necks and the back of their hands, looking almost like scales. The black haired man’s are a greenish color while the redhead’s are a bubble gum pink. 

But the worst part? They both are nude. Fully nude. And from the glance Chrollo couldn't help but take, they are both impressively built in all ways. 

Chrollo's hands shake slightly as he tries not to let their looks affect him. These men have to be sirens, there is no way in hell they aren't. 

Chrollo has heard of sirens. They are one of the first dangers that a pirate learns about, and of course Chrollo knows the stories. He knows of the sirens from myths, the ones that lure crews in with their voices and songs. Beautiful women with the ability to send people into a hypnotic state. But, as times change, so do stories and so do creatures. Sailors and pirates are no longer warned about women on rocks singing. Now, they are warned about mysterious people who appear on their ships. Beautiful people that take the shape of whatever sex the prey is attracted to. They no longer have the visible tails and tentacles people always rumored them having, now others say they blend in. That they keep all of that hidden. It’s said that the only way someone can tell is how they look. If they are attractive beyond belief. And, if one is lucky, they can confirm it’s a siren if they can see a small patch of scales somewhere on the siren's body. 

And these two, well, they look beautiful. So damn beautiful. And then the scales . . . it’s obvious what they are. Yet all Chrollo wants to do is kneel before them and listen to them talk. He wants to let them explore his body, please him and-

NO! That's their power, that's what they do!! This isn't good, he needs to get rid of these creatures before they attack any of his crew. Before they get into Chrollo’s mind. Before shit hits the fan. 

Without hesitation, Chrollo lunges towards the two sirens. The red haired one laughs happily, dodging Chrollo's attack easily. When he grins, Chrollo can see how sharp his teeth are. As soon as Chrollo gets ready to make his second attack, a strong kick lands to his side. With a hiss of pain, Chrollo falls to the ground. He scrambles to get up, putting his full strength and speed into his second attack. But it's once again easily dodged. In fact, the redhead siren laughs louder. The one with long black hair somehow is able to grab Chrollo’s sword and throw it off of the ship. He then pushes Chrollo onto the ground. A pained grunt leaves the captain as he slams into the ship's hardwood. He gets back up and continues to try and fight the sirens with his fists, but every hit is blocked and reflected back onto him. 

Panic starts to rise up through Chrollo. He can't win against them . . . there's no way. Even if it was an even match, he still would lose. He's slow because he can't stop looking at them. And every time they get close enough, his body is sent into chills of arousal, causing him to mess up. 

Fuck. 

Chrollo knows when there's no way to win, and now is one of those. He scrambles to get up and runs. He runs with all of his lasting strength. If he can just get to the rest of his crew who are sleeping to warn them. He can get them all blindfolded and have them put in earplugs. Then he’ll offer up his body as a sacrifice. His crew will live without him, he will make sure of it. He will make sure that he doesn’t die before protecting them. 

He can hear the sirens make a noise of annoyance when he runs, but he could care less. He makes it halfway down the stairs before something slimy slams him against the wall. A small cry leaves his mouth as he claws at the pink slimly thing wrapping around his throat. 

“Well, aren't you a little fighter?” there's that damn voice again. It's the redhead one, he can tell by the slyness of the tone and how it has a sing-song flow to it. 

Both of the sirens come into sight once again, staring at Chrollo with curiosity. 

“What do you say Lumi dear? Eat him??”

The long haired siren hums in consideration. “No. I'm rather full.”

Dread pulls at Chrollo at those words, but his heart skips a beat at the sound of the siren's voice. It sounds soothing and deep, like a rumble that scratches Chrollo’s brain in just the right way. He could listen to it for hours on end. 

Chrollo tries not to think about the implications of the words the siren had said. His fear must've been plastered on his face, because the redhead laughs. 

“Oh!! Look at him!! He's realizing what danger he’s in!!! How adorable!!! Honestly, he's kind of cute!! Don't you think so Illumi?”

The black haired siren, Illumi as the redhead keeps saying, just nods. 

The redhead starts to analyze Chrollo, making the captain's skin crawl uncomfortably. He continues to squirm, claw, and kick. Anything to get out of these damn weird binds. That's when he feels more of them. Slimy appendages making their way up Chrollo’s legs. But when he looks down, they are green this time, not pink. He struggles even harder. 

“Hisoka.”

The redhead siren, Hisoka, looks over to Illumi. “Yes dear?”

“I want him as a pet.”

Chrollo stills. What the fuck?!? 

Sure there have been stories of boats being attacked by sirens and no bodies being found, but everyone has just assumed that sirens evolved to eating bones. That or they collect them. But keeping humans as pets?!?

“Oh?? What a turn of events!! Yes!! I think I agree with you, he's definitely cute enough to make one!!! How lucky you are, dear human, you get to be our pet!!”

Chrollo growls, glaring as hard as he can at the two. Hisoka laughs and teasingly pets Chrollo's hair. Chrollo shivers in pleasure at the man's touch, which sickens him to his core. Hisoka hums happily as another pink tentacle wraps around Chrollo's body, but this one moves up to his mouth. 

“Say now pet, what's your name?”

Chrollo tries to pull away from the hand playing with his hair, but his body won't move in the slightest. There's too many of the damn things on him, holding him perfectly against the wall. Hisoka frowns. 

“Lumi dear, he's not talking. Make him talk.”

Illumi gets closer to Chrollo, forcing the man to look into his eyes. Small purple swirls appear in those black eyes and take over Chrollo's mind, making his body relax. All struggles leave him as a wave of calm washes over. 

Illumi's voice comes out as a chill, a winter breeze coating Chrollo's burning body. 

“Speak. What is your name?”

“Chrollo Lucifer.” Chrollo's mouth moves before he can recognize the action. He tries to close it, but he can't until he finishes stating his name.

“Chrollo Lucifer?? What a fun name, I like it!!! We’ll keep his original name, don't you think so Illumi??”

Illumi continues his stare with Chrollo, unmoving. “Yes, I do enjoy that name. Chrollo Lucifer, name your alliance.”

“I am the captain of the Phantom Troupe Pirates, otherwise known as the Spiders.”

Illumi finally blinks, breaking Chrollo's trance. “Ah, the Spiders. I have heard of them.”

Chrollo feels all of the previous negative emotions reflood his senses so suddenly that he almost feels nauseous. He takes a few deep breaths before fighting against his restraint like hell. He closes his eyes so that Illumi can't do whatever the hell that was again. His struggles aren't as strong as he would like due to the continuingly building heat in him. With every move of the tentacles on him, comes an overwhelming arousal. He can feel himself straining in his boxers, but he does his best to ignore it. 

Hisoka smiles wide, a giddy gleam in his eyes. “I have as well!! I heard they take what they want when they want, would you say that's right Chrollo Lucifer?”

Chrollo squeezes his eyes tighter and says nothing. Hisoka hums in response before changing the subject and talking to Illumi. The two sirens start chatting with one another, something about where they are going to keep ‘their new pet’. But Chrollo isn't listening, his full attention is with getting out. He is able to pry one of his hands out before the sirens notice. It immediately gets pinned back to the wall. 

“He’s still struggling. Is he immune to my ability, why the hell hasn't my aphrodisiac worked yet? He is human, isn't he Illumi?”

“He is definitely human. He's just more resilient than I thought he'd be.”

“Make him open his mouth Lumi!!”

“His eyes are closed. I can't."

Chrollo keeps his mouth clamped closed as tight as he possibly can. He stifles a gasp when the tentacles tighten around him. Suddenly, a coldness on his chest follows the sound of fabric ripping. Chrollo knows they are trying to get his eyes to open, but he won't give in. He will never let these beasts defeat him. He will win this. He will-

A warmth around his nipple surprises Chrollo. He can't help his eyes opening in shock as he muffles a small noise coming from his throat. Hisoka’s tongue swirls and flicks his nipple, making the bud immediately perk up. As soon as his eyes are open, Chrollo's head is grabbed and forced to look at Illumi. He falls back into that pleasant trace easily, his body gladly letting go of all of the previous fear and anger. 

“Open your mouth.”

Chrollo easily follows the command. As soon as he does, a pink tentacle dives into his mouth, making him choke slightly. Chrollo expects it to taste awful, for him to want to spit it out immediately. But, for some reason, it doesn't taste bad at all. In fact, it has a flavor that reminds Chrollo of his childhood. 

Illumi pulls Chrollo out of his trance, but the switch back isn't so difficult this time. Instead of being hit with negative emotions, Chrollo is mostly hit with pleasure. Hisoka's tongue is now exploring his chest, leaving heat in its trail. Meanwhile the tentacle in his mouth moves slightly, thrusting just a bit. Chrollo tries to move it out with his tongue, but he finds the texture of it quite enjoyable. Without thinking, his tongue starts playing with it. 

Thats when Illumi’s hands rips off Chrollo’s pants and underwear. Chrollo's senses come back to him in the split second, making him let out a small muffled scream and struggle. But as soon as his resistance happens, it's put down by an intoxicating substance that comes out of the tentacle in his mouth. He's forced to swallow it, that addictive flavor from earlier coats his tongue. He finds himself getting lost in the pleasures wrapped around his body and the heavy taste on his tongue. When the tentacle stops producing whatever it was giving him, a small whine leaves his mouth. 

“See? It's not that bad, is it?” Hisoka's eyes glow brighter as he nips Chrollo's collar bone. 

Illumi's hands teasingly dance across Chrollo's thighs. He loosens the tentacles wrapped around Chrollo's legs before slowly spreading out Chrollo’s legs as wide as they can go. Midway through doing this, Chrollo moves his leg suddenly and kicks Illumi. The siren grunts slightly and retightens the tentacles, making Chrollo’s legs still spread apart but now secure in place. 

“Damn brat is still fighting. I didn't know any human could resist digesting your aphrodisiac Hisoka.”

Hisoka pulls off of Chrollo's neck and frowns. “I didn't either. Oh!!! Let's tell him about the others!! I bet that's why he's fighting afterall!! I bet he thinks he can still protect them!!”

Illumi analyzes Chrollo before nodding. “I think that will work. Let him speak.”

The pink tentacle is pulled away from Chrollo's mouth. Despite all of his fighting, Chrollo whines pitifully at the loss of the appendage and even moves to chase it a bit. The kisses and light touches on his body also stop. Chrollo squirms a bit in dissatisfaction as all of the pleasure he was happily receiving slowly gets taken away. 

However, within a few seconds, his mind fully clears up. His eyes widen as he forces his mouth closed and glares at the two.

“There he is!! He's fully back Lumi, go on!! Tell him!!!”

Illumi makes Chrollo look at him. Chrollo feels an intense amount of anger as soon as he sees Illumi’s eyes. He closes his own immediately. He hears Hisoka chuckle and Illumi grumble.

“Fine. Don't look at me. But you do need to know your whole crew is dead.”

Chrollo's body tenses up. 

“They are all dead. We killed them all. Ate them. All twelve.”

Chrollo feels his body start to go numb, but this time not from pleasure. Instead from a deep dread. A sadness that shakes him to his very core. His eyes blink open, small tears already forming in them. 

The worst part? He believes them. He fully believes them. 

With all of the noise they have been making, surely someone would have woken up by now. Feitan is a light sleeper and will wake up to a pen dropping. Plus Machi and Shalnark are still nowhere to be found, and they would've seen Chrollo fighting these two back on the deck. It was a naive thought, but Chrollo had just hoped that they were locked in a safe place because Machi and Shalnark were able to warn everybody. 

But . . . if these monsters . . . if they killed his crew, then he has no reason to fight. He has nothing left to keep him going. No one left for him to protect or to protect him. 

Chrollo's whole body sags, losing every bit of fight left in him. 

Hisoka's hands lightly play with Chrollo's hair as he hums happily. “There you go. That's it. There's no need to fight, because there's nothing to fight for? Isn't that the right pet?”

Chrollo feels himself slowly nodding, which makes a small giddy noise leave Hisoka’s mouth. Chrollo feels tears well up in his eyes as he holds back a small cry. His heart yells out in grieving to the ones he's lost, to his crew he loves so deeply. 

Illumi scowls at the sight. “Hisoka, shut him up. He's too emotional now.”

Hisoka lightly wipes the small tears away in almost a loving manner, but his twisted smile and devilish glimmer in his eyes gives away his true intentions. He moves his hands to be on Chrollo's chest and then scratches down his skin harshly. Chrollo gasps in slight pain as red marks immediately radiate off his skin. As soon as his mouth opens, the tentacle from before shoves itself inside. Chrollo doesn't resist it, he has no reason to anymore. He simply allows the tentacle to start thrusting slightly. He even encourages it with his tongue. 

Chrollo is immediately rewarded when more of the mind numbing liquid coats his mouth. He swallows, finding the pleasure so much better to focus on then the emotional pain. A small moan leaves his mouth as he sucks the tentacle for more.

Hisoka groans happily, going back to marking up his body. “Such a good boy. That's right. Let the pleasure consume you, just relax into it.”

Teasing slender hands suddenly wrap around his cock as Illumi stops playing around. At the same time, a cool tentacle presses against Chrollo's hole. The poor man whimpers helplessly. He tries to buck into Illumi's hand and push back against the tentacle making its way inside him. 

The sudden fever of everything feels so nice. It feels like he's floating, with no cares in the world. 

The tentacle in his mouth starts thrusting deeper, so Chrollo just keeps his mouth open for it. Small little moans escape his lips as he no longer struggles to hold them back. 

“He's so compliant now, isn't he Lumi?”

Illumi rubs his thumb over Chrollo's tip, watching the man shiver and moan in need. “Yes, and more responsive. I like him like this.”

The tentacle teasing Chrollo’s hole pushes in, making his boy jolt in pleasure. It quickly finds Chrollo’s spot, thrusting into it without any warning. 

Chrollo cries out in euphoria, his whole body shaking with delight. His vision almost turns white as he feels the most intense orgasm he's ever experienced hit him like a truck. All small remains of sadness, worries, and fear wash away and are replaced with pure pleasure. 

He cums all over Illumi’s hand, but his cock stays hard immediately afterwards. Hisoka chuckles in response, a deep rumbling sound. The tentacle in his mouth gives Chrollo even more liquid, and he drinks it with delight. 

“So good for us! Giving in so well, letting us have what we want! It was going to happen no matter what you know. You're just a mere human, at mercy to us. And isn't this nice? Non-stop pleasure, all day! Don't you like the sound of that?”

Chrollo nods. Anything to keep feeling what he just felt, what he is still currency feeling.

“So go on, beg for us to keep pleasing you. Beg for more, to be our pet. To live in this pleasure for eternity.”

As soon as Hisoka says those words, all of the pleasure stops. The tentacle in his mouth and his hole leave. Illumi's hand on his cock pulls away. Hisoka's mouth on his skin is suddenly out of reach.

Chrollo starts to feel a slight pain regrow  in his heart. He feels sadness inch its way back into  his system. He doesn't want that, anything but that-

“Please!! Please!! Fuck me, use me, I don't fucking care!! Just don't stop!! Never stop!! I will be your pet!! Please masters, I need it!! I need it!!!”

“That's a good boy. See Illumi, I told you they were easy to break!!”

Those are the last words Chrollo hears before numbing waves of pleasure send him into a mindless, moaning haze.

Chapter Text

Leorio looks up when the door opens. Kurapika walks in with a loving smile, closing the door behind him. 

“Good morning love.”

Leorio says nothing in response. Nerves eat at his stomach as he shifts in place. Kurapika of course notices, giving him a small look. “Hey, what's wrong?”

“ . . . I, uh, have been thinking about something and . . . well . . . you know how you said you stalked me when we first met?”

Kurapika blushes. “Oh! Yeah, I'm so sorry about that once again!! I really can’t apologize enough!! I truly didn't do anything creepy or anything . . . I just didn't know how to talk to you at first and well, you know, wanted to make sure you were safe going home after those parties you always went to!! I already apologized, but I truly am sorry.”

Leorio continues to keep his eyes away from Kurapika. “And did you, like, find it hot to stalk me . . .?”

A long pause makes Leorio feel even more embarrassed. He sighs, fiddling with his thumbs nervously. “Never mind, its a stupid-”

“Do you think it's hot?”

Leorio doesn't respond. He doesn't know how to. He was never supposed to bring this all up, never supposed to tell Kurapika how he truly feels. Cause how does he tell his husband that he has had nightly fantasies about him stalking and sexually assaulting him?!? He can't. 

“Never mind Kurapika. I shouldn't have said anything.”

Kurapika slides onto Leorio's lap, lovingly kissing the man. Leorio melts at this, immediately putting his hands on Kurapika's hips and kissing back. After a few minutes, Kurapika pulls away from the string of kisses. 

“Talk to me baby, I promise I won't judge you. No matter how embarrassing you might think it is!”

Leorio almost tells him, he truly almost does. But he stops himself. 

Kurapika notices and lightly kisses his forehead. “What if I told you my biggest secret? Hm?”

Leorio's eyes widened slightly. “Your biggest secret?”

“Yup. It's beyond embarrassing and I’m kind of terrified to tell you. But at the same time, I know you love me and that this won’t change anything. It happened back when I used to stalk you. Well, one day right before I was going to leave, I heard a noise from your room and I got worried. So I peeked through the window and saw you, uh, pleasuring yourself. I was so caught off guard and knew I should've left.”

Kurapika's voice drops to a whisper, as if he is ashamed to admit what's next. 

“But I didn’t. That one night was the only night I stayed . . . I stayed and listened. I could've left easily, but I didn't. I listened."

Leorio's head explodes with the mental image of that happening, and what would have happened if Kurapika didn't leave afterwards. What he would've done. How he would've pinned Leorio down and used him. A small noise leaves Leorio as he starts to get hard. 

Kuraika raises an eyebrow. “I swore I'd never tell you, cause I didn't want you to think I was a pervert or worse. Hell, I was so scared that if this secret got out, you'd hate me. But I can tell that what I assumed is quite the opposite, isn't it? Now, why don't you tell me love, what makes you all nervous? And how is it connected with my old stalking tendencies?”

Leorio whines lightly, still a little embarrassed to make eye contact with Kurapika. He takes a small inhale. “I want you to fuck me, but like as someone I’m not with. Like . . . I want you to act as my stalker and use me. I want it to be like I’ve rejected you so many times you gave in to your cravings and decided to use me against my will.”

The second Leorio starts talking, he can't stop. Years of repressing fantasies and guilty pleasures flow out of his mouth. “I want you to pin me down and make me forget my name. Tie me up so I can't leave, but let me struggle. Let me fight, let me scream, make me feel like I'm actually in danger. And then, get off at the sight of me. Cover me in your cum, and make me desperate for release. Get me off, no matter how many times I say no.”

Kurapika sits there in shock, making Leorio shy away again. A twisting feeling builds within Leorio, as shame fills his mind. He should've just stayed quiet . . . he should've-

“Are you serious?”

“ . . . please don't laugh . . .”

“Leorio, holy shit. Are you actually being serious? Like you're not pulling my leg or some shit? You actually want me to do all of that?? No, you have to be joking. Years of vanilla sex and you’ve wanted this all along?!? Why the hell didn’t you say something earlier?!”

Kurapika stares at Leorio with the widest eyes Leorio has ever seen him have. Small swirls of red are already burning in them, along with lust and desire. 

“I'm in. If you're not joking around, I'm in.”

“R-really?!?”

“Fuck yes!! Holy shit Leorio, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say!! It was like you were saying my exact fantasies to me!! The only reason I never brought this up is because . . . well . . . consensual non consent scenes aren't really for everyone. . . “

“Wait, so when?!? When should we do it??”

Kurapika pauses, thinking for a second. “Hmm, how about next week?? I'm going to be out all night on Thursday, and I won't tell you when I will be back home! I'll just break in!!”

Leorio shivers in desire. “Yes!! Please!!!”

Kuraika lovingly kisses Leorio, which Leorio happily reciprocates.

“Wait, we will need a safe word though. And a way to do check-ins without taking the scene away!”

Leorio blushes a bit. “I, uh, already thought of those too!! For a safe word we can use ‘Hunter’. As for the check-ins, I thought you could ask me any question, but end it in my nickname Leo. One shake of my head is green and two is yellow. If I am red, I will just say Hunter.”

Kurapika peppers Leorio in kisses, making him chuckle a bit. “God, I can't wait till next Thursday!!”

Leorio feels excitement bloom in his chest. “Me neither!!! And you’re sure you are okay with doing this?”

“I promise, I am one hundred percent okay with doing this!!”

It's a regular Thursday afternoon for Leorio. He finished work a few hours ago and now is relaxing on top of his blankets on his bed. He’s doing nothing of importance, just doom scrolling on his phone. He should really finish getting ready for bed. He took a shower and changed into his boxers, the only thing he typically wears to bed. But he laid down before he brushed his teeth and turned off the lights in his house. He knows he needs to get up and do that, but he's so comfortable. His eyes slowly start to close as he starts to doze off a bit.

Just then a noise catches his attention. Leorio furrows his brows and turns off his phone. Suddenly, the lights in his room turn off. Damn, that sucks, must mean the powers out. 

With annoyance nagging at him, Leorio sits up. As soon as he does, a second weight on the bed is immediately felt. 

Leorio yelps, trying to hit whatever the hell just landed on his bed. His hand meets skin, making him genuinely let out a scream. His body courses with adrenaline and fear as he desperately tries to get his eyes to adjust. He reaches for his phone, further panicking him when he can't find it. He tries to get up and away, but something pushes him down onto the mattress. Leorio pushes himself back up, only to be roughly shoved back down. His arms are roughly pulled backwards and he feels rope being tied around his wrists. The body is so close to his, a tickle of warm breath being puffed onto his back. Leorio struggles, fighting against it the next he can. He knows he lands a solid hit when the person lets out a pained noise. But the rope gets tighter and the person puts Leorio into a choke hold. 

“I'd stop struggling if I were you, unless you want me to hurt you.” The man's voice sounds so familiar. Leorio feels sick when he recognizes it. It sounds like the man who follows him around everywhere, the guy who has constantly asked him out on several dates only to be rejected. It sounds like Kurapika Kurta. 

“G-get off of me you creep!! Get the fuck off of me!! Go on, try to kill me you fucking physco!!” Leorio doesn't stop struggling, even with the man's chokehold getting tighter. 

Kurapika just laughs, the sound chilling Leorio to his bones. 

“You think I want to hurt you? Oh no no pretty boy, quite the opposite actually. I want what you have denied me so many times. I want your body.”

Leorio shivers against his will. He uses his legs to try and kick the man behind him somehow, his fight and flight both working full time at the moment. Kurapika just chuckles. He undoes his chokehold and easily pins Leorio face first down onto his bed. He then sits on Leorio's back. Leorio feels hands tying his ankles together. He lets out a desperate cry for help as he tries to buck Kurapika off of him. It's to no use. 

“Come on Leorio, don't be difficult. Just relax, it'll be more fun that way!! I promise!!”

“FUCK OFF YOU ASSHOLE!!”

A small pause from the man gives Leorio a bit of hope. That is until Kurapika tightens the rope on both Leorio’s ankles and wrists so tight that it slightly burns. He then grabs Leorio's hair and pulls on it, causing Leorio to let out a noise of pain and tears build in his eyes. 

“I said, don't. Be. Difficult. I have a knife and a gun, don't make me use them.”

Leorio doesn't need to see the weapons to believe the man. His body slowly stops trying to fight back. Kurapika hums happily and gets off of him. He then rolls Leorio around, climbing up to sit on his stomach. Leorio’s eyes are now adjusted to the moonlight enough to fully see Kurapika. He sneers at the man. One thing he's always hated about the damned man is how attractive he is. Fucking creepy as hell following him around, but atractive nonetheless. It pisses Leorio off. 

“Oh come on now, don't be like that!! I bet you're loving this, aren't you Leo?”

Leorio simply shakes his head once. Kurapika smirks. 

“Not even going to give me the satisfaction of nodding, huh? Fine. You don't have to do anything. Your body will do plenty when I get started!”

“Your a fucking psychopath. Go to hell.”

Kurapika says nothing as he ties up Leorio's arms, making sure he can't move them at all.

“Keep insulting me, see if it takes you anywhere.”

Leorio squirms, still trying to see if there is any possible way he could get out of this. 

“I-I’ll call the cops!!! I swear!!”

“Oh yeah? And what will they do? It's not like they will believe you, after all why would the most honorable man in town stalk someone like you? Hm? It's your word against mine, and I'll fight harder than you have pathetically tried to tonight. I will win.”

Kurapika moves to be sitting on Leorio's crotch, grinding down on him. Leorio gasps, cursing the man under his breath. He continues to try and struggle, but with every movement it now grinds his hips up onto Kurapika's. And that's the last thing he wants to do, especially with his quick growing erection. So he stays still, thinking of when will be the best time for him to fight like hell. 

A dark, mincing chuckle comes from the man grinding on him. “Here’s the thing, Leorio. You don't know what I've been doing, do you? You see, I've been following you for months. Watching your every move.”

A pit of fear drops in Leorio's stomach. His breath starts picking up as he tries to claw at the sheets below him. It does nothing but further amuse Kurapika. 

“You know, at first it started off innocent. I was just making sure that you were making it home safe. But then I caught you getting off one day, and I couldn't look away. I put cameras up in here, did you know that? I've been watching you every night. Every time you come in here after work wanting to relieve some stress, every night you decide to jack off before bed, I've seen it all. And god you’re beautiful when you cum, did you know that? Your back arches so nicely and you blush all the way down to your shoulders! I love watching you, but I know you never think of me when you get off. You never just close your eyes and imagine. Instead, you watch shit on your phone. So, naturally, I hacked into your internet. And I couldn't help but laugh. ‘He's so innocent, he's still a virgin’, that’s what people say about you. Ha! If only they knew the fucked up shit you get off to.”

Kurapika's hand starts playing with one of Leorio's nipples, making Leorio desperately try to push down the pleasure it gives him. 

“Yeah, that's right. I know all about your little fantasies of someone coming in here and fucking you till you can’t speak. With a gun to your head, a knife at your throat. Being chained up and used for hours on end by anyone who happens to walk by. You'd like that, wouldn't you Leo?"

Leorio shakes his head once. His legs desperately try to kick, trying to get the blond off of him. He barely even moves, the rope having him tied in just the right way to where he can only shift around. 

“You won't talk now, is that it? Not giving me the satisfaction of hearing that voice I love so much? What a shame, but it doesn't matter. I know ways to make you scream.”

Kurapika suddenly slides off of Leorio. Leorio thinks this might be his chance! His chance to get up and fight! To beat Kurapika up! To escape-

Leorio watches as Kurapika easily rips off Leorio’s boxers. Leorio focuses on the fact that the blond was able to do that instead of focusing on how hard he already is. 

“W-what the hell?!?!”

Kurapika shrugs, wrapping one of his hands around Leorio’s cock and pumping it. Leorio struggles against the pleasure building up in him. 

“Go on, you can moan Leorio! Don't feel ashamed, it's perfectly normal to feel pleasure from all this!”

“Stop!! Get your hands off of me!!” Leorio's voice cracks slightly with how loud he yells. 

Kurapika doesn't stop in the slightest. He instead speeds up his hand, making Leorio bite his lip in desperation of holding back his moans.

“Hm, I don't think so.”

Leorio watches as his own cock twitches and leaks a bit, and then Kurapika gives Leorio a pointed look. As in ‘see? You do like it’. Leorio feels a wave of primal instincts to run away hit him. He suddenly bucks his hips up into Kurapika's hand, making the man believe that he is giving in. Playing dead one might even say. 

When Kurapika notices, his body relaxes slightly. And that smallest bit of a weakness is all Leorio needs. 

Leorio uses his core to push him into an upright sitting position. When Kurapika turns to look at him with wide eyes, Leorio leans back and rams his head into the blond. Kurapiak lets go of Leorio's cock and cusses. Leorio then swings his body back and forth until he gets enough force to roll off the bed. He tries to inch towards his phone on the ground, desperate for any way of getting out. Any way of help. 

He actually gets to the phone, being able to tap the screen with his nose. Right before he clicks on the emergency button, the phone is picked up.

A harsh foot to his back makes all of his efforts stop in their place. 

“Oh, I see how it is. Fine, if you want to play this way, then we will play this way.”

Leorio feels himself shake in fear as small tears fall from his eyes. He was so close, so goddamn close to calling for help. 

Kurapika turns off his phone and picks up Leorio's body, making Leorio shocked on how strong the blond truly is. Kurapika roughly throws him back onto the bed. He then pulls out more rope, trying Leorio's arms to one side of the bedframe. 

“There, now you can’t get away. As for this.”

Kurapika pulls out the phone, a sick smirk on his face. His eyes are burning a bright red now, swirling with lust and power. “Well, I can't have you getting your hands on this now, can I?”

Leorio watches in horror as the blond takes the phone out of its case. He throws it onto the ground, the sound of the electronic shattering echoing in the room. Leorio cries out, struggling desperately. 

“STOP!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!”

Kurapika chuckles, climbing back onto Leorio's lap. 

“Dont worry, you're mine now. You can just use my phone! I'll be living with you after all. There's no way I'm leaving your side after I finally have you. After I finally mark your body as mine. Isn’t that right Leo?”

Leorio lets the tears fall down his face as he slowly stops fighting. He shakes his head once. 

There really isn't any way out, is there? There isn't any way to escape. He's trapped. 

Kurapika moans, unzipping his own pants. He pulls out his cock, grinding it into his own hand. 

“Yes, keep looking at me like that. God you don't understand what you do to me! Your scent, your voice, your body, you're just so perfect. And that look, that look of utter defeat~!”

Leorio cringes as Kurapika lets out another shameless moan. The noise, even though Leorio hates to admit it, sounds hot as hell. He can feel arousal filling his body, despite his internal begging for it to stop. 

Kurapika must've seen it too. Either that or felt Leorio’s cock twitch. One of the two. Either way, he gives Leorio a teasing smirk before arching his back and letting out a louder moan. Definitely putting on a show in hopes that it will make Leorio horny. 

And Leorio hates that it works. 

He watches the blond gasp and grind down on Leorio's exposed cock, the feeling making the tied up man hiss in repressed pleasure. 

“So, so good for me. Not struggling anymore, giving yourself over to me.”

“N-no. never.”

“No? That's not what your body is saying, is it? Come on, why fight what feels good. Why do you keep ignoring what you're obviously like?”

Kurapika fists himself a few more times before sighing and taking his hands off of himself.

“I could cum now, but it would be a waste to mark you before I even have fun with you. I bet I can get you to beg for me to paint you with my cum. What do you think Leo?”

Leorio desperately shakes his head once, a glare piercing from his wet eyes. Kurapika slides down and sits on top of Leorio's tied up legs. He rewraps his hand around Leorio's cock and starts moving it quickly. Leorio doesn't have enough fight left in him to resist. He tilts his head back and lets out a small, muffled noise. 

“Thats it. Come on, won’t you fall apart for me Leo?”

Leorio shakes his head once, muttering out a small “no-!”. He then gasps as a warm, wet heat closes around his tip. His eyes close tighter as a groin leaves his mouth. That all too familiar heat of pleasure washes over him as he starts to relax into the feeling. He feels Kurapika’s tongue swipe over his slit, making his body jerk a little and a moan leave him. 

Kurapika makes a small noise when he pulls his mouth off of Leorio. 

“See? Your body can't help but relax to my touch, it knows what you need. Come on, give yourself over to me. Stop holding onto that bit of resistance and give in.”

Leorio's heart beats faster and his stomach continues to twist in fear. But the feeling of pleasure starts to slowly overpower all other thoughts. 

“Stop-!!!”

A sharp slap to his face makes Leorio yelp and open his eyes. He looks at the blond, who is glaring at him with a dangerous look. His hand fully removes itself from Leorio's cock, making the man let out an involuntary noise.

“You know that's not what I want you to say. Fix it. Beg for me, won’t you Leo?”

Leorio shakes his head once, crying out a bit. He knows he shouldn't. He knows he should fight, or at least stay quiet. But he can't help it.

“Please-!! P-lease!!”

“Good boy. Such a good, good boy.” Kurapika's hand resumes its actions, making Leorio moan happily. 

“See? There's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You want this, don't you?”

Leorio doesn't say anything, too afraid of what will happen if he keeps denying the man. So instead he just moans louder, trying to buck his hips up into Kurapika's hand. 

“God you look so good like this. Truly giving in, letting your pleasure take control. And your moans, they sound so much better than through those damn cameras. I almost want to record you up close, listen to them all day!!”

Leorio groans, a wave of unexpected pleasure hitting him. It makes Kurapika pause and laugh a bit before continuing with even more vigor. 

“You’d like that wouldn't you? God, I should've known you were a little whore. You want to be videoed? Replayed for me over and over, giving me something nice to get off to at night?”

Sparks of pleasure ignite in Leorio at the thought. He can feel pressure building up in his core, his hips desperately trying to chase it. He watches as Kurapika groans and moves his other hand to his own cock, getting himself off to the same rhythm. 

“Y-yeah. Keep moaning, just like that. Keep looking at me!! Hnng, go on, beg me! Beg me to let you cum, call out my name!!”

Leorio knows what will happen if he doesn't. He knows the least of his worries is Kurapika's hand leaving his cock. He knows the two weapons the man has on him. So he gives in. 

“Please!! K-Kurapika!! Let me cum!! I need it!! I-I need-!!! Please!! I’m so close!!”

“Fuck!” Kurapika squeezes his hand a bit, tightening it around Leorio's cock. 

That's all the tied up man needs before cumming all over them both. The feeling courses through him harder than any orgasm in the past has, making his whole body shake. He lets out moan after moan, plea after plea. His cock continues to thrust into Kurapika's hand until he has nothing left to give. That's when the blond hand moves off of his cock and switches with the one on his own, mixing Leorio's cum with Kurapika's own precum.

Kurapika cusses under his breath, groaning lowly. 

“Say my name again. Say it.”

Leorio, exhausted and desperate for everything to be over, doesn't fight it at all. 

“Kurapika-!!! Please!! Cum o-on me!! Please! Mark me, own me! Make me yours! Kurapika!!”

The blond lets out a silent moan as he cums all over Leoro's body. 

Leorio watches in awe, never having seen Kurapika experience so much bliss before. When the blond finishes, the two of them look at each other with wide eyes and panting breaths. Leorio is the first to smile, Kurapika follows immediately after. 

“This cannot be o-our last time doing this Kurapika!”

Kurapika laughs, starting to untie Leorio's legs. “Yeah? You liked it?”

“Fuck yes!!”

“I’m so glad!! Oh, also, sorry about the phone, I kinda got into it for a minute.”

Leorio does his best to shrug with his arms still tied up. Kurapika finishes untying Leorio's legs and moves up to his arms. 

“I don’t care, it was old and cracked anyways. Also, if we are lucky, it only cracked further! But maybe next time we use burners if you think you’ll break it?”

Kurapika lovingly smiles at him, finishing undoing the last rope. “Deal! Also, while we are talking about next time, do you maybe want to one day pretend I've been keeping you hostage? I was thinking about it tonight while doing this all and . . . like maybe I could tie you up on the bed and leave you there for hours before coming back home, pretending I've left you there for days? I don’t know, I was just thinking . . . ”

Leorio's whole body shivers as his cock starts to harden just from the idea.

“Holy shit, please~!!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!!!”

Kurapika chuckles lightly and deeply kisses Leorio, his eyes burning a softer and more love filled red. “I’m so lucky to be married to you, Leorio! Every day I think our relationship can't get any better, you prove me wrong!!”

Leorio feels a small flutter in his heart. “Well I could say the same sunshine!! God I love you!!”

“I love you too Leo, more than you know!!” Kurapika looks down for a second. “But I also feel gross right now. Shower?”

“Bath?”

“Shower.”

Leorio holds back a small laugh. “Okay, shower it is!!”

Chapter Text

Leorio tenses up as cold hands slowly wrap around his body. Kurapika grumbles lightly in his sleep, snuggling onto Leorio's warm body. Leorio doesn't move an inch, too scared he will wake the other man up. 

Kurapika had told him that he needed a place to crash tonight, and Leorio gladly opened his doors to the blond. When Kurapika arrived, he looked exhausted and asked where he could sleep. Leorio apologized for only having one bed and told him to sleep there, being fully ready to sleep on the couch himself. Kurapika didn't respond immediately and instead asked where the shower was. After showering, the blond got in a simple pair of boxers and one of Leorio's shirts. The shirt stopped right at his thighs, leaving very little to Leorio's imagination. Leorio had told him goodnight and was about to leave the bedroom, but Kurapika grumpily grabbed his hand and forced him onto the bed. He then got under the covers and turned his back away from Leorio. 

The last words Kurapika said before falling asleep were, “Sleep here, it's your bed dumbass. Just don't hug me or anything, stay on your side.”

Leorio had immediately left the bed, got ready for bed himself, and turned off the lights. He had put on a full set of pjs, worried his usual just boxers would be awkward in the morning. Especially if he gets morning wood with the sight of a sleepy Kurapika. 

Leorio briefly debated on going to the couch, but honestly was kind of scared that Kurapika would be pissed in the morning if he did so. So, he instead laid as far away from Kurapika as he could. He was about to go to sleep, but all of his plans were thrown out the window the second Kurapika snuggled up against him. 

Which leads him to where he is now. 

He knows Kurapika is asleep, the rhythmic breaths tickling his neck tell him so. He tries to lightly push Kurapika away, but the blond makes a small noise and clings onto him tighter. 

Leorio sighs and tries to think of a way out of it all. The last thing he wants is Kurapika to wake up. So, he tries to turn on his side to where his back will be facing Kurapika. 

But the blond doesn't let him yet again. So he stays put. 

A few minutes go by and Leorio can feel his body slowly relaxing. Kurapika's cold arms and hands don't give him shivers anymore, and his eyes start to lightly droop at the rhythm of Kurapika's breaths. 

Until a small whine echoes into Leorio's ear. 

Leorio opens his eyes and furrows his brows. He listens for it again, half of him thinking he made up the noise. But that's when he hears it again, this time accompanied with Kurapika’s leg lifting up and onto him. Kurapika's head continues to lay in between Leorio's neck and shoulder and his arms are still wrapped around Leorio's upper body. But the curled up man's leg lifts onto the side of Leorio's abdomen, making Kurapika's crotch flush against him as well. That's when he feels something else. A bulge pressing onto him. 

Kurapika's breath stutters slightly as he rolls his hips forwards onto Leorio. Another small whine leaves him. 

Leorio can feel his heartbeat pick up as his own cock hardens. He turns his head slightly and glances down at the blond. Kurapika’s hair is hiding most of his face, but Leorio can still see the pink blush scattering across his cheeks. 

Fuck. 

Leorio holds back a noise as Kurapika's hips jolt slightly, the blond pressing himself further onto Leorio's body. Small little pants leave Kurapika's mouth as he whimpers helplessly. Leorio watches in awe, not really knowing what to do. Surely this position can't be comfortable for Kurapika, Leorio can tell how unsatisfying the friction must be by how often his body keeps trying to shift around. 

Taking a deep breath, Leorio decides to take a leap of faith. He's going to move drastically, getting them both in a different position. If Kurapika wakes up, the problem is solved and this will all stop before it gets to a point where there is no going back. If he doesn't, the problem is solved because then Leorio can help Kurapika get off. It's a win-win!!

Leorio uses force to move Kurapika off of him and to the side, the blond making an upset noise at the loss. Leorio then turns on his side, facing Kurapika, and pulls Kurapika to him. He holds Kurapika so that their chests are flush against each other, and tilts his head up slightly so he can see his face clearly. His arms wrap around Kurapika’s body, lightly moving to feel the soft skin he's dreamed about for years. Meanwhile, his knee slots itself in between Kurapika's thighs and against Kurapika's cock. 

Kurapika gasps and grips onto Leorio's back. He grinds down on Leorio's thigh and moans softly, his pink lips parting beautifully as he does so. Leorio watches the angel next to him as Kurapika lazily grinds down on his thigh, little puffs of pleasure leaving him. 

Adrenaline beats through Leorio as he worries Kurapika will wake up, but confidence also floods him as he realizes the blond is still completely asleep. He carefully lets his hands roam Kurapika's body, one moving down to the blond's ass and squeezing it lightly. Kurapika responds immediately to the touch. His hips stutter as a genuine moan leaves his lips. Leorio pauses, worried that his action or Kurapika's moan woke the man up, but the blond is still asleep. His hips are desperately trying to get more friction, even grinding his ass back onto Leorio's hand. 

Leorio debates whether he should stop. Maybe this is going too far, maybe this is bad of him. But then, Kurapika gasps slightly and squirms around a bit. 

“P-please-”

Kurapika’s voice is just a whisper, sounding distant. He must be having some kind of dream . . . so even if Leorio stopped Kurapika probably wouldn't. . . and technically Leorio would be helping Kurapika out by getting him off . . . 

That settles it. Leorio won’t stop. 

He starts bouncing his knee, which makes Kurapika’s whole body move slightly. Kurapika groans happily, his breaths coming out with little noises for each time Leorio's knee bounces. Leorio can't help but take one of his hands off of Kurapika and snake it down to his own crotch. He grinds his palm down on his erection, sighing happily at the feeling. 

“Mmm . . . ore.”

The word from Kurapika causes Leorio to slow down slightly, which makes Kurapika whine and shift. So Leorio continues his actions, now hyper focused on Kurapika's face to double check he isn't waking up. 

“P-l . . . leo~!!”

Shivers wrack through Leorio’s body as a guttural moan leaves him. Fuck, Kurapika's dream is about him?!?! Holy shit. 

The noise Leorio made makes Kurapika's back arch slightly, something that does not go unnoticed by Leorio. Maybe he can hear Leorio?? Only one way to find out. 

Leorio shifts them around a bit more so that he has better access to Kurapika's cock and neck. He takes a break from getting himself off to see how much fun he can have with Kurapika. 

The blond continues to frantically grind down on his thigh as he licks up Kurapika’s neck. When he gets to his ear, he sucks a small spot behind it. In a low whisper, he tries something.

“Such a good boy for me.”

Kurapika's whole body tenses in pleasure as he gasps loudly. He quivers from Leorio’s words. 

Leorio moans lightly at the sight. Kurapika melts in his arms and lazily humps Leorio’s thigh faster. Leorio can feel a little wet spot on his thigh from Kurapika's precum. He watches with fascination, entranced by the beautiful man. 

“So good for me, humping my leg like a good boy. You like this, don’t you?”

Leorio watches as Kurapika’s mouth opens slightly, even more blush heating up his face. Leorio kisses Kurapika’s neck, holding himself back from sucking a mark on the beautiful skin. The smallest little pleas leave Kurapika, but they are hard to hear and are all muddled together. But Leorio hears his name again, which is more than he could ever ask for.

“Go on sunshine, cum. Cum for me Kurapika.”

Kurapika's face tenses as his hips stop moving. He lets out a silent moan, gripping onto Leorio tight enough to leave marks. His whole body shakes a few times before going completely limp and relaxing. He sinks further into sleep as his breaths try to even themselves out. 

Leorio continues lightly kissing and sucking Kurapika's neck to help the man calm down from the pleasure. By the time Kurapika is fully finished and back to peacefully sleeping, Leorio is reminded of the problem he still has. 

Feeling like he is on top of the world from the adrenaline of getting away with that, Leorio shamelessly pulls out his cock and starts jacking off. He watches Kurapika sleep, seeing the angel peacefully dreaming away. 

Then he gets an idea. If his mind wasn’t clouded with confidence and arousal, he would’ve just pushed the thought aside. But, he can’t. He just can't help himself. He just has to pray Kurapika won’t wake up . . . 

Leorio takes Kurapika's lax hand and wraps it around his cock. He holds it there with his own hand, moaning at the feeling of a foreign hand around him. He watches and imagines what it would be like if Kurapika was awake. How it would feel to guide the blond to his cock and teach him how to jack him off perfectly. Kurapika would then lean down, licking his tip and swirling his tongue around it. He would moan happily and look up at Leorio with those red eyes. 

Leorio thrusts into Kurapika's hand wildly, pleasure building up in him quicker. Suddenly, he snaps and cums all over Kurapika's and his own hand. He continues to thrust a few times through it, each movement making him moan happily. 

When he is finished, he takes a moment to watch Kurapika peacefully sleep. The blond’s poor hand is painted with white, along with a small part of his arm. Leorio wonders what it would look like to have such an angelic face as his dripping with the same substance. To have Kurapika moaning on his knees in front of Leorio, begging for him. Begging for more. 

Leorio sighs quietly and carefully gets up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He wipes off Kurapika's hand and arm. Kurapika squirms and his brows furrow at the damp washcloth. Leorio pauses and waits till Kurapika’s brows slowly go back to being relaxed and he stops moving. Leorio finishes washing off Kurapika, not wanting to leave any evidence of what they did. Well, besides Kurapika's wet boxers that is. 

He then snuggles back up with the blond, a sleepy satisfaction overtaking his waves of guilt when Kurapika melts into his embrace.

Chapter Text

Hisoka wakes up to his phone loudly ringing. Groaning, he picks it up and looks at the screen.

It’s Machi.

Taking a deep breath, he sits up and puts fake excitement into his voice. He answers the phone and puts her on speaker.

“Hello??”

“Hisoka. I am surprised that you picked up, given how late the others said you left work last night.”

Hisoka gets out of bed and starts rummaging through his closet for an outfit that fits his mood.

“Well, my phone was on ringer so I couldn’t really just ignore the call.”

“I see. Well, I was just calling to see if you could cover for me again for tonight.“

Hisoka can’t help the annoyed groan that leaves his mouth as he throws his outfit onto his bed.

“Really Machi? Two nights in a row?! I have a life too you know.”

“Oh yeah? What were your plans for tonight? Just lay around and watch trash tv? You might as well make some money instead.”

Shit. She’s right.

But no way in hell he is going to tell her that. Anger bubbles up in his chest as he picks up his phone, bringing it into the bathroom with him. He sets it on the countertop as his brain runs miles to figure out a reason why he would be busy tonight.

He can’t think of anything, so he sighs. “Fine. I’ll cover. But on one condition. Why the hell are you having me cover for you this much? You know how busy the Phantom Club gets on weekends, and you know I had tonight off. So, spill.”

He puts himself on mute as he brushes his teeth.

“Yeah, no that’s fair. Look . . . you can’t tell anyone, okay? They would tease me relentlessly.” She sighs lightly. “I’m dating someone.”

Hisoka almost chokes on his spit. He quickly rinses out his mouth and unmutes the call.

“The fuck Machi?!?”

“I know! I know! I said I wouldn’t date anyone after the last man . . . but this one is different!”

“Machi, your stupidity is indescribable. Why the hell would you get back into a relationship so soon? “

Hisoka hears her scoff. “Machi. Does he-“

“No, he doesn’t know where I work. I just . . . I found him last night and we hit it off. So, he asked me out to go to a fancy dinner tonight . . . and I’m giving him a chance. If I like him after tonight, then I’m going to tell him! You’d understand if you ever found someone you were interested in romantically.”

Hisoka can’t help but bark out a laugh.

 “Yeah right! You know me Machi dear. Romance just doesn’t fit in with my life!! Someone would have to be a real weirdo to actually want to date me.”

“And what does that say about yourself?”

Hisoka feels his eyes roll as he goes back into his room and starts getting dressed.

“Fuck off Machi. Let me live my life. How many dance slots did you have planned for tonight? How late?”

“Don’t hate me.”

“I already do.”

“Five. And they end at 3 am.”

Hisoka runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long sigh. “You better be buying me something for this.”

“As if. You’ll make plenty of money tonight. Buy it yourself.”

“I won’t if they are expecting a woman to be dancing and I show up.”

“Oh, please Hisoka. The only difference between us is that you have a dick and no tits. Just flutter your lashes and sway your ass a bit more. I’m sure they will pay you well enough you twink. Hell, you might even be a gay awakening for a few of my regulars.”

Hisoka laughs. “You flatter me Machi. Okay, fine. I’ll cover again tonight. But that’s the last time for at least a few weeks, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I assumed that much.”

“Glad we are on the same page dear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“As you wish love!” Hisoka hangs up before she can fuss at him anymore over the pet names.

He takes his time doing his makeup and fixing his hair. Tonight will be a pain. Maybe he can trick Kurapika into fixing him another drink to get him through the night, that is if Kurapika is even there tonight.

He groans a bit as he goes into the kitchen and puts a piece of bread into the toaster. At least he is getting money. But at this point, his finances have really begun to stabilize. All he really wants to do is relax, play around, and have fun. And two nights of work back to back is pushing the relaxing aspect of his life goals. Especially when the Bachelor records tonight. The only thing that could make work tonight better than rotting on his couch in pj’s is if that man from last night was there. 

A shiver runs through his body as he remembers the dark black eyes of that man from last night. How soft his hands were and how skilled his tongue was on Hisoka’s neck. God, he would pay money to feel that tongue somewhere else. And his voice. Hisoka would do anything to hear that voice again. He said that he would be back, so maybe Hisoka could see him tonight!

But no man in their right mind shows up at the same strip club two nights in a row in order to find a dancer who isn’t even scheduled to dance tonight.

The toaster dinging pulls him out of his thoughts. Sighing, he quickly eats the plain toast. He grabs his house key and puts on his shoes. His grocery run will have to be quick today if he wants enough time to get home and re-shave his legs.

He is going to need more than one cup of coffee to get through today.

The sun set hours ago. Hisoka happily sits down on an open seat on the train. His head throbs with a headache that he has had for at least an hour by now. Hopefully someone will have ibuprofen at the club or else this night will be absolute hell. 

Thankfully the train stops at its first stop and Hisoka gladly springs out of his seat. He walks away and through the city streets as always. He puts on a fake smile and prances up to the bouncer. The club is already bustling by now and he can hear the heavy music pounding from inside. Uivong raises his eyebrow at Hisoka.

 Damn Machi. She didn’t tell anyone, did she? Not even the boss. If the boss knew, then he would’ve informed the bouncers. Guess it’s up to him now to explain why he’s here.

“Machi and I are switching for tonight!!”

“Chrollo never mentioned it.”

“Chrollo doesn’t know!!”

“Best of luck telling him. You know how he is with people flaking out.”

“Not my problem to deal with, that’s Machi’s!!”

Uivong rolls his eyes and lets him in easily. Hisoka immediately goes over to the bar in search for Kurapika. To his luck, the blond man is there tonight. He finishes mixing a drink before going over to Hisoka, saying nothing and looking at Hisoka with curiosity.

“I’m covering for Machi!!”

“Two nights in a row? Sucks to be you. Why are you over here? I’m busy.”

“Got any ibuprofen? My head is killing me!”

Kurapika stares at Hisoka a little longer, analyzing him before saying “In my black bag in the back room. Only take two.”

“Thanks hun!!”

“Hisoka.”

“Hmm?”

Kurapika’s eyes soften a bit. “Don’t overdo it tonight.”

Hisoka blinks in surprise and makes his false smile even wider. “It’s just a headache Pika!!”

“I can tell your smile is strained. I don’t care why. Really. I don’t. Just don’t die or anything tonight . . . we can always drink afterwards if you need it.”

Hisoka waves Kurapika off as he leaves the bar area. He goes to the DJ, handing him his playlist for the night, and then into the back room. He finds Kurapika’s bag easily enough and pulls out four ibuprofens. Taking them dry, he heads to his dressing room and paints his iconic symbols onto his face. This time a spade and a heart.

His head ache had just started to go away by the time he’s walking onto the stage.

As soon as his heartbeat feels the pulse of the music soar through it, all his troubles are forgotten. With every click of his stilettos on the stage, a weight gets lifted off of his shoulders. His smile becomes genuine the more his body spins on the pole. The money shoved on the stage and in his clothes also helps greatly. He can feel all eyes on him and can hear the whistling comments from the crowd.

About halfway through his third round of dances, he sees a man flash him twenty bucks. After his dances, he makes his way over. The man is decently attractive, but nothing that catches Hisoka’s eyes. The man asks for a lap dance, so Hisoka gives him one. The looks the man gives him fills Hisoka’s head with confidence, causing him to put on more of a show.

After the song ends, Hisoka walks away with a sway to his hips. He pretends to drop some of his money he has and then goes down to seductively bend over to pick it up. He makes sure to make eye contact with some people in the crowd as he does so.

But whet he's really doing to searching for those dark, hungry eyes. For inky black hair and porcelain skin.

He finds nothing. No one to make him shiver with just words. No one to make him cry out like last night.  No one to have fun with. No one to call sir.

He lightly groans in anger. He needs to stop thinking about the mysterious rich man.

Surely a drink will help.

Hisoka saunters over to the bar and waves down the blond working.

“Piiika!!”

Kurapika comes over with the smallest of smiles. “Ibuprofen help?”

“I guess. Can you make me a drink? A strong one!!” he says in a little sing song.

“Nope. You took ibuprofen. And you’re not done with your work. Two reasons why you shouldn’t drink anything but water right now.”

“Boo. You're no fun.”

“Get over it. In fact, go die in a ditch for all I care.”

Hisoka flips him off angrily and sits down in a chair at the bar.

“Pika, are you still down to drink tonight?”

“Always am.”

“Perfect. Tonight’s been better than expected but I just. . .” he sighs and slumps in his seat a bit.

“I could really use alcohol. I got two more dances to do tonight. Can you stay that late Pika?”

Before Kurapika can answer, a dark voice Hisoka has been fantasizing about for hours rings through his ears.

“Eight whiskeys on the rocks please. And add my standard four shots on top of it.”

Hisoka whips his head around to see the man who has been haunting his thoughts for the past several hours. Dark eyes meet his own. The man raises an eyebrow as his first whisky is slid to him. 

“Jester?”

Hisoka feels a smirk plaster onto his face. All his past negative thoughts suddenly disappear as he takes in the sight in front of him.

The man has on a black tank top, showing off his muscles in a beautiful way. Hanging off of his shoulders is a dark green jacket with turquoise designs on it. The jacket ends right where his skintight leather pants begin. He is also wearing black boots that don’t go above his ankles, with a slight heal to them. His hair is pulled back into a tight high ponytail. Around his neck sits two silver necklaces, one being a thicker chain and the other having a beautiful dark green gemstone on it.

Hisoka lets his eyes roam over the man for a few seconds before meeting his dark eyes once again.

“Your back!!”

The man’s eyebrows raise as he takes a long sip from his whiskey. “So you remember me, Jester?”

Hisoka leans in closer to him. “How could I forget?”

Hisoka can feel Kurapika’s eyes on him. He shoots the blond a dismissive glare, earning him a shrug in response as Kurapika walks over to other customers nearby.

“I just assumed that wasn’t anything special for you, given your job.”

Blunt. But it makes Hisoka furrow his brows in confusion. He keeps a smile on his face as he responds.

“Yes, I have sex with many people darling. But not everyone pays me a thousand dollars just to watch me get off!!”

“Ah. I see.”

“But it wasn’t just the money you know~.”

“It wasn’t?” He drinks the rest of his whisky in one sip, waving Kurapika down for more of his order. He gets it quickly.

“Nope!” Hisoka says, popping the p a bit.

The man downs his next glass of whiskey quicker than the first. Kurapika goes ahead and gives him the six more glasses and then puts down four small shots of something along with them. Hisoka can’t help but eye the amount of alcohol with a bit of concern.

What catches Hisoka’s attention even more is when Kurapika just takes the man’s credit card. Hisoka knows that Kurapika doesn’t hand out alcohol like this to people. He usually asks people for exactly what they want. Even with most regulars he will still ask. This man had earlier said to give him four shots, but never specified what the shots were. On top of that, Kurapika always tells a guest their amount before charging them, so that they know exactly how much they paid for and so they can tip him correctly.

For Kurapika to give this man that many drinks, not all of them be specified, and take his card without saying a word of the price . . .

How long has this man been coming here without Hisoka noticing him?!?

The man’s voice pulls Hisoka out of his thoughts.

“Jester.”

A shiver runs through Hisoka’s spine. What he would do to have the man say his real name. 

“Yes?”

“You were about to tell me how you remembered me specifically. I’m waiting.”

“Well, to start you are beyond beautiful! It's hard to forget a face as stunning as yours!!”

The man sips on one of the whiskeys brought out to him. “You flatter me Jester. What else.”

“If you insist!! Let’s see, hmmmm . . .”

“I don’t have all night.”

Hisoka giggles, a carefree feeling rushing through him. “Alright, Mr. Impatient! I guess one thing would be your voice!! Your voice is hauntingly sexy, and I’ve been kind of obsessed with it since you said my stage name for the first time!! Not to mention the noises you made last night in the private rooms!! Even though they were minimal, I can’t get them out of my head!!”

The man finishes his whiskey and downs a shot. Hisoka watches as he swallows it.

“Plus, I’ve never had a backroom experience that left me breathless like yours did!!” Hisoka leans in even closer and whispers one word seductively to the man. “Sir.”

Hisoka can see the hunger flare in the man’s eyes as soon as the simple nickname is muttered.

“How many dances do you have left tonight, Jester?”

“Two!! But I can get out of doing them if you want to head into the backrooms right now and-”

“Here is what you’re going to do, Jester.”

Hisoka strains his smile a bit and blinks in surprise at being interrupted. He doesn’t stop the man from talking though.

“You will go up and dance those two dances. But you will only look at me. No matter what others offer you in money, your eyes will stay on me. After the two dances, you will find me in the crowd, and you will sit on my lap and give me a public lap dance. Understood?”

Hisoka melts a bit in his seat as he nods.

“I need verbal confirmation, Jester.”

“Yes~!!”

The man cups Hisoka’s chin with one hand and holds him still by it, his grip borderline bruising. Hisoka moans quietly and forces himself to keep eye contact with the man.

“Just yes?”

Hisoka swallows and takes a heartbeat of a second to breathe before saying, “Yes sir.”

The man releases his chin and smirks at him.

“Good boy. Now go and get ready for your dances. I’ll be waiting.”

Hisoka shivers again, softly groaning in pleasure as he nods. He gets up and heads back into his dressing room. With newfound confidence, encouragement, and adrenaline, Hisoka redoes his make up to make sure it looks better than usual. He takes time combing his hair and restyling it. He looks in the mirror and frowns slightly.

His red lacey booty shorts over his black thong leave nothing to the imagination. They pair perfectly with his red lacy long sleeve crop top that has a heart woven into the lace. His black boots have straps that perfectly tie and intertwin up his calves and end halfway up his thighs.

Machi teases him by calling it his ladybug outfit, making him want to punch her into pulp every time she says it. He loves all of his outfits, even this one.

But is it too bland for the man? Would it bore him? It’s sexy, all of his outfits are. But it doesn’t hold the special level of pizzazz to it that Hisoka wants right now. It is one of his simpler outfits, since earlier he wasn’t feeling like getting too dressed up tonight.

An idea pops into his head, and he runs out of his room to find one of his coworkers, Pakunoda.

After a quick conversation, mostly her fussing at him, Hisoka proudly goes back into his dressing room with one of her skirts. He takes off his booty shorts and slides on the skirt Pakunoda let him borrow. It’s a white skirt that is in no way see through or anything, just a plain short skirt. But, for some reason, it adds even more to his outfit than the shorts did. Especially when the skirt barley covers him, making every movement a small flash of what's underneath.

Just in time, he gets his ten-minute warning for his last two dances, both of them being back to back.

He straightens out his skirt and waits. As soon as he hears his music begin to play, he sways onto the stage. He feels more eyes on him than before, but none of them matter. Nothing matters but the man sitting not too far away with an empty glass of whisky in his hand.

The man's eyes widen at Hisoka’s new outfit and he smiles lazily. The look he gives Hisoka makes him giddy with excitement as he gets onto the pole.

He does his usual routine, but he adds something new this time. He makes sure for the first set of songs that the skirt doesn’t move at all and doesn’t show any of what’s underneath. He bends a few times, but quickly moves before they can see anything. More money than usual lands on his stage, but he pays it no mind. All he cares about are those dark eyes trained on him with every movement.

By the set of songs, he flips upside down and lets the skirt flip with him, putting on even more of a show as he does.

When he swirls back up, he watches the man with inky black hair. The man doesn’t make eye contact with him, too focused on watching Hisoka’s body and the teasing Hisoka is doing with the skirt. Knowing he has the man right where he wants him, Hisoka gracefully lands onto the stage in the splits. He lifts one leg up and hooks it around the pole, lifting him back up and around the pole.

After a few more seconds, he gets off the pole and bends fully over, letting the crowd see everything underneath his skirt. Arching his back, he slides the skirt off and lays it simply on the stage next to him. He wants to finish his routine without it on.

That one pair of eyes burn with desire and need. Hisoka giggles at how greedy the man is. He holds eye contact with the man for the rest of his time on the stage. As he finishes his last song, he skillfully and seductively slides the skirt back onto his body. He hikes it up a bit more to where it doesn’t cover his ass in the slightest and covers more of his stomach instead. He hops off of the stage and walks over to the man, just like he agreed to earlier. 

The man has a blush on his cheeks and a playful smile on his face. Hisoka loops his legs around the man’s waist, straddling him. He leans into the man’s personal space and hooks his arms around the man's neck. The man puts a sturdy hand on his waist.

“You’re a tease.”

“Oh hush!! I know you enjoyed my show~!!”

The hand on his waist tightens and pulls Hisoka closer to him. Their noses are almost touching as the man breathlessly says, “You changed outfits for me.”

Hisoka moans playfully and grinds his hips down. He sways them to the beat of the music and digs his hands into the man’s shoulders a bit.

“That I did. Do you like it sir?”

The man groans in his ear. “I do. But you know Jester.”

“Hmm?”

A soft yet strong hand moves in front of Hisoka’s skirt and palms down directly on his quickly growing erection.

“Even a pretty little skirt like that can’t hide how excited you are for me.”

Hisoka groans in pleasant surprise as his head tilts back a bit. His legs grow weak as he moans out a small “F-fuck~!!”

The man chuckles and continues to palm him to the beat of the song, matching Hisoka’s grinding.

“I like watching you up there, Jester. The way you move, you have to have been doing this for years. It's too perfect to just be a new hobby.”

Hisoka gasps quietly and further melts into his arms. The short-lived lap dance quickly turned into the man just getting Hisoka off.

“I practice a-a lot in my free time!! But yes, I’ve been here for years!!”

“Is that so? Can your neighbors see when you do that? Do you put on a show for anyone?”

A low rumble is added to the man’s voice as his other hand snakes it way up to Hisoka’s hair and pulls on it.

“Or do you only dance like that for me?”

Hisoka lets out a loud gasp and moans as he closes his eyes and arches his back.

“Y-yes! Only for you sir!!”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

Hisoka’s hips stutter as he whines needily. The man moves his hand away from Hisoka’s hair and instead roughly holds his chin in place. He strains Hisoka’s head to tilt up and look directly at his own.

“You’re not close already, are you?”

Hisoka whimpers slightly and thrusts his hips against the man’s hand.

“I’m sorry sir!! I can’t help it!!”

“It’s alright, Jester. Go ahead. Ruin this pretty outfit of yours. But don’t you dare fall apart in my hands in front of all of them. Get yourself together. No one here but me will have the privilege of seeing you like you were last night. Only I get to see you fall apart. Only I get to see you ruined. Understood?”

“Y-yessir~!” Hisoka slurs as he straightens his back and grinds harder, muffling his moans. He keeps his eyes open and on the man at all times.

“Good job, Jester.”

The stage name starts to piss Hisoka off. So quietly he mumbles, "Hisoka!!”

The hunger in the man’s eyes flickers away for a second as his hand stops moving. Hisoka bucks his hips up into his hand desperately and huffs in anger.

“What’s the matter?!? Why did you stop-“

“Hisoka?” Oh god his voice sounds so good saying Hisoka’s real name!! Hisoka can’t help but close his eyes and shiver as he desperately tries to muffle his moan. He knows the man can feel his cock twitch when his name is said.

“Is that what you want me to call you? Hisoka?”

Hisoka is so breathless that he is surprised when he hears himself respond. “Yes sir!!”

The man moves his hand to be under Hisoka’s skirt. The only clothing separating it from his cock is his thin thong. He palms his hand down on Hisoka harshly, making Hisoka curl his toes in pleasure. He whispers to Hisoka in a husky lust filled voice.

“Cum for me Hisoka.”

Hisoka happily moans as he cums, rutting into the man’s hand. The man snickers as Hisoka takes a minute to catch his breath. He lets go of Hisoka’s chin and stops palming his dick.

After taking a few seconds, Hisoka smiles a bit apologetically at the man and slides off of his lap. He hands the man a disposable napkin from the table that’s an arm’s reach away.

“Sorry ‘bout that, you just- I just- god your something special!! You always make me feel so good sir!!”

He wipes his hand off and smirks. “Yes, I do know that. But thank you for telling me . . . Jester? Hisoka?”

Hisoka feels his face flush a deep red. He awkwardly chuckles and moves a bit of hair out of his face. “Could you still call me Jester around others please? Hisoka is . . . my legal name. I rather it not spread around.”

“I figured, good to know my guess was correct. I will not tell anyone.”

Hisoka smiles genuinely and straightens his skirt. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Jester. Now will this cover your services from tonight?”

The man pulls out a wallet from his pocket and gives Hisoka four hundred dollars. Hisoka’s eyes widen and he shakes his head no. The man frowns and pulls out another two hundred.

“No! No, I can’t take all of this. I understand you obviously have money to spare, and you enjoyed tonight, but seriously man. I make bank as a stripper. Hell, I made a few hundred tonight just from the show you let me put on while on your lap. I can’t take all of this. It’s too much.”

The man takes a minute to look Hisoka up and down. He even glances at the used paper napkin next to himself. His lips are drawn in a thin line.

“You deserve all of that money though. Maybe even more. Your show tonight was spectacular.”

“But just like last night I did nothing to please you!! It was only about me getting off!!“

The man's eyes snap back to Hisoka’s, making the red head shiver for the hundredth time tonight. The man mutters under his breath, “The images you have graciously given to me will pleasure me for nights upon end Hisoka. Just because it cannot be seen does not mean you did not give me immense pleasure. Understood?’

“Y-yes sir.”

“Good. Now take the six hundred.”

Hisoka dumbly nods and takes the money. The man stands up and straightens his outfit.

“W-wait!! Sir. Why don’t I call an uber for you? I can use some of this money to pay- “

“No. You spend that on yourself.” His eyes dart over to the dressing room area. 

“Or use it to buy something for your coworker. She looks pissed. And I will walk back to my place. I need to sober up anyways.”

Hisoka nods a bit, feeling slightly dejected for some reason. He doesn’t understand how this man can be so stern yet feel so caring. He huffs almost silently and doesn’t meet the man’s eyes.

The man forcefully moves Hisoka’s head into his line of sight once again and lustfully smiles at him.

“Thank you for tonight Jester, you really are a gem. I can’t wait till the next time you are working here.”

Hisoka blushes and smirks in return. “Maybe then I’ll finally learn your name, sir!”

The man chuckles and pulls Hisoka even closer. “Maybe, but name or not, sir is the only thing you will call me.”

He nips at Hisoka’s neck for a second before landing a kiss in the exact spot, whispering a soft, “Understand Hisoka?”

“Yes sir!!”

“Good,” And with that all hands are off of Hisoka and the man is briskly leaving the club.

Hisoka watches as he leaves, eyes stuck on his ass with those leather pants on. Before he can snap out of it, a hand whacks him on the head.

“JESTER YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!”

Hisoka rolls his eyes and glares at Pakunoda, who has just walked over to him.

“What is it now?”

“You know what you did. You fucking came on my skirt! MY SKIRT!”

“I’ll just buy you a new one.”

“That was my favorite skirt- URG! I knew I shouldn’t have let you ‘borrow’ that!!”

Hisoka flashes the six hundred dollars at her with a smirk. “I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.”

“Holy fuck, six hundred?”

“Mhm~”

“From your little show you put on?”

“Kinda! I haven’t even seen what the workers have gathered for my show. This is all from that man who asked for the lap dance!!!”

Pakunoda doesn’t respond for a few seconds before scoffing. “As long as you buy me a new one within three days, I’ll forgive you.”

“Deal!! Better for me anyways, I like this one and kind of want to keep it!!”

“Of course you do.”

Hisoka doesn’t give her a glance before he walks back into his dressing room. He needs to get changed before heading out with Kurapika to get drunk off his ass.