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The warm gale howls as it rushes between the skyscrapers, buffeting their hair and whipping around their clothes. By the smell of it, a storm is approaching, dark clouds present on the darkened horizon. This sort of weather always gives him a thrill, no matter how old he becomes, the rumble of distant thunder and flashes of light which form cracks in the sky, it is all still so fun to watch. Although, as Hisoka sits on the edge of the building, his legs dangling over the edge while the harsh winds attack his pants, he briefly wonders if the assassin behind him feels the same thrill.
Despite the late hour, the city is still buzzing with sound. The blinding lights below fit a frown onto Hisoka’s illuminated face, a heavy blue glow bouncing off the nearby buildings. In response to the increased humidity and ferocious wind, Illumi stands behind Hisoka, tying his hair up in an attempt to control it.

Neither speak. It is almost like a contest to see which one will break first. The excitement alone is enough to tempt the magician. He doesn’t care about this silly contest right now, the heavy desire to crush Illumi has been pulsing in his veins since Illumi’s text a few hours ago. Akin to the destructive heat of a dying star, the presence of the Zoldyck gives new life to the depravity within Hisoka. The viciousness of his thoughts remains undisplayed in both his aura and on his face.

But Hisoka will control himself, it isn’t time yet. He will form a circle of misfortune around Illumi, he will break him slowly.

Three months have passed since that night. Communication had been unnecessary, the two had their own affairs to manage and it was only a matter of time until they crossed paths again. Little had changed between them. Though, the biggest difference is in the form of an unspoken tension slowly drowning them in their wait. The taste they had grown for each other is now a tidal wave bred from the absence of each other. Prior, they did not stop to consider how long it had been since they’d laid eyes upon each other. Now, it is all about the minutes counting down to when their teeth will sink into each other’s skin again.  

Illumi takes a step forward, his gaze focused on the impending storm as he speaks with an idle, disinterested tone.
“Did you have other plans tonight?”

Hisoka’s palms press against the cool concrete roof, one of his heels tapping the side of the building. The ferocity of the weather sets a perfect tone for their own gathering storm.
“Did you~?”

Silence falls between the two once more, a gust of wind forces the heavy scent of rain into their noses. Atop nearby buildings blinking red lights can be seen, signals of an obstacle for the airships passing nearby.

“I’d like your assistance on a job next week. Will you be preoccupied?”

Illumi drops his gaze to Hisoka, the back of the magician’s head, broad shoulders, and long legs being all that he can see. Perhaps this time, he will take the position behind Hisoka...that may be more entertaining.

“I don’t have any plans at the moment, but you know how fickle I can be.”

The jester turns his head, side-eyeing the Zoldyck as a smile forms on his lips. The ripple in Illumi’s aura sends warmth through his body, the heat of anticipation, the growth of his predestined intentions. Beneath the chaos of the skies, they will become their own storm.

“I see, I’ll text you the details at a later date.”

“As long as I can see your nen at work~♦”

Hisoka knows Illumi is strong, but not as strong as him. In his mind, he is at the top, a challenge with no challenger, a raging river swelled with limitless potential and power. He can destroy with explosivesuch ferocity, with an untamable viciousness, he can freely roam until humanity is forced to constructed a dam strong enough to withstand his force. Oh how he longs for the challenge, for the dam blocking his path. There is nothing fun about washing away grass and twigs, trees and homes. He wants cascades, mountains, planets, he wants a fortress, a true obstacle, he will rage and carve his paths until he finds one.

The Zoldyck assassin challenges him in other ways, entertains him. Of course, fighting Illumi would be just as fun as a well-forged dam. However, there are more entertaining, thrilling things the two can do until the time for a serious challenge comes about.

“Should we relocate indoors?” Illumi crosses his arms, likely proposing the question in response to the oncoming clouds. The bun he’d twisted his hair into is holding as well as it can, however, a few strands are uncooperative and now facing the ravaging force of the wind.

“Hmm, I think it would be more fun to enjoy ourselves out here, don’t you?”

Hisoka turns his head, looking back at Illumi with a suggestive smile. Although neither of them have explicitly stated what their meeting implies, they both understand. There is a new purpose to their meetings.

“And if it begins to rain?” The Zoldyck does not appear amused by the thought of indulging on the rooftop, his tone beginning to sharpen. The jester’s smile is unfaltering, amusement flickering within his gaze. Hisoka cares nothing about Illumi’s vain concerns, so long as the assassin agrees to the licentious chaos he has in mind.

“You know, all that worrying will turn your hair gray.”

Repressing the instinct to touch his hair, Illumi clicks his tongue in annoyance with the jester. Hisoka is not his equal, but he’s closer than most. When they had first met years ago, the scent of the magician was always thickly laced with blood. That had been what first warned the Zoldyck of the danger approaching, the second was the aura snapping against his own, followed by the spreading smile on Hisoka’s face. “I have no desire to fight you.” Is what Illumi had told him back then. ‘I will not win.’ is what he meant.

Having a near equal outside of his family is dangerous. Initially, he had only wanted to keep the magician close, a means to observe him and ensure he isn’t a threat to his family. However, as time went on, having Hisoka around became normal. The bizarre magician is useful at times, assuming Illumi does not expect too much. At the same time, Illumi himself has also become stronger. Right now, it is likely he can hold his own against Hisoka, although he still has no desire to fight the man.

Approaching Hisoka, the assassin stands mere inches from where the magician sits on the edge, his eyes looking over the glowing blue city as lightning illuminates the horizon.

“Are you an exhibitionist?” Illumi sighs as the wind continues to assault his hair and clothes, his black eyes drawing down to observe Hisoka.

“I enjoy a good thrill. Don’t you?”

Hisoka reaches up, his hand wrapping around the back of Illumi’s thigh just below his ass. As those sharp golden eyes draw up to look at Illumi, he drags his hand down the back of Illumi’s leg, exploring the wrap of muscles, tendons, joints, and bones. He can feel the Zoldyck’s leg tensing beneath his touch, his weight shifting as though to launch a kick, but the kick never comes.
“You did not ask to touch me.” Illumi frowns as Hisoka’s hand travels back up his thigh, this time, coming to rest on his ass.
“Ah, I didn’t realize you were shy. Well then, can I touch you?”

Even as Hisoka asks permission to explore the assassin’s body with his adventurous hands, he does not remove the hand already touching Illumi’s ass. Instead, he holds his hand still, resisting his desire to rub his thumb along the seam which disappears between his legs. It may be more difficult to get a reaction from Illumi out here, however, it will be more fun than a hotel room. Perhaps next time they should meet near an onsen.

Illumi gives a small nod, his expression remaining blank as he stares off towards the oncoming lightning. Hisoka’s eyes sweep over the attractive figure, taking in the flashes of light which illuminate various parts of his body, casting shadows across others.

Illumi is gorgeous, the Zoldyck family breeds beautiful children. Everything about Illumi entices the jester, so much so that he almost feels compelled to deny himself the indulgence. Can it be considered masochism to keep yourself away from another person?

“Yes, fine. You can touch me.” Illumi briefly considers requesting Hisoka just fuck him already. He finds himself irritated by the gentle explorations seemingly holding no purpose other than to tease him. However, he decides against making the request, from somewhere in the back of his brain, he is excited by the touches, warmed and aroused. Perhaps there is a purpose in that sense, regardless, it still feels like teasing.

“Ah…” Hisoka’s soft exhale is followed by a gentle curl of his lips, his eyebrows drawing downwards and together in what reads as an aggressive, devious expression. It is unbefitting of the situation, opposing Hisoka’s words and his hand which continues to touch and feel Illumi’s thighs and ass. But Illumi knows this is the face Hisoka makes when he is aroused.

Illumi has only seen this expression a few times, in two situations. The first time he saw it had been during the hunter exam. The Zoldyck had idly observed as the jester’s eyes settling on Gon. Illumi watched as Hisoka observed the boy again-and-again, his expression growing from a simple frown, to depravity.

The second time he has seen it, was a few months ago. In the dimly lit hotel room atop a tousled duvet, Hisoka’s hips created the dissonance in the room. Both of them had been soaked in blood and cum, moaning with uncaring concupiscence, Illumi recognizes this unsettling expression fitted upon Hisoka’s face.

Hisoka is the first one to break the silence between them, the rumble of thunder intermingling with his playful tone. “Are you going to stand the whole time?”
It is not as though he can’t play with the Zoldyck while he’s standing, however, it will be easier if Illumi sits. Hisoka wants to gaze upon the scars he had surely left last time, he wants to feel the heat of Illumi’s breath against his skin as he tears his body open, he wants to feel the small shudder running down Illumi’s spine as Hisoka twists and tears his joints apart. So many desires had begun to circulate his mind since their first tryst, many of them violent, wasteful, nothing he can do quite yet .

“Are you unable to manage?” Illumi asks, still unreactive of Hisoka’s hand as it dips between his legs, grazing the seam of his pants.

“Don’t be difficult, Illu~. I know you’re enjoying this.” The magician’s hand runs down Illumi’s inner thigh, his fingers trailing over his knee and down to his exposed ankle.The sensation of Illumi’s bare skin against his hand excites the possibilities in his mind,. There are many things he wants to do to the Zoldyck at this moment, all of which offer their own part to play within the storm of their meeting.

“Hm, that’s true. I probably shouldn’t postpone it.”

There is a certain grace in the way Illumi moves, a grace which leaves a bitter taste to rot on Hisoka’s tongue. Retracting his hand, he looks away as the assassin takes a seat beside him, the gale continuing its violent dance around them.

“That’s better.” Illumi’s voice slices through the wind, earning a small tilt of Hisoka’s head as his eyes slide to glance at the Zoldyck. Although the magician desires to tear Illumi’s clothes away and continue creating his own ownership marks, he is not in any particular rush.

Illumi is his afterall. He will decide how he burns.

Leaning in closer to Illumi, Hisoka’s voice is quieter now, just loud enough to be caught above the rushing wind.

“Don't tell me you're already bored of me~♤”

Hisoka's tone bears the weight of his impatient arousal, his free hand moving to Illumi’s jaw. His fingers lightly trace the delicate bone, a small amount of pressure being applied only as he reaches Illumi’s chin. Encouraging the Zoldyck to look at him, golden eyes narrow as their gaze meets.

“That's not it, but I thought it would be fun if I were on top this time."

It is strange to Hisoka, the way Illumi’s tone can rise while his expression remains blank. The empty, almost hypnotizing—black eyes hold steady, apparently serious in his words.

“Hmm, I don't mind. ♡ Have you ever done it before?”

Hisoka's hand doesn't lower from Illumi’s chin, the short distance between them means that his raised hand may be severed in an instant should the assassin choose this opportunity to take Hisoka out. However, that lethal risk is half of what makes this game so alluring. Their explosions, their storm, the blazing fire combined between them, all of it breeds inevitable destruction.

“Are you worried, Hisoka?”

The jester frowns, dropping his hand before pulling away.

“Not really, but I do wear heels you know. It would be a problem if I couldn't walk straight.”

Illumi touches his index finger to his jaw, his eyes averting as he appears to consider Hisoka’s words. After only a few moments, he pulls his hand away, Illumi’s eyebrows raising as he settles his eyes on Hisoka’s again.
“If you’re delicate, then I’ll be careful. Although, you didn’t give me the same consideration last time. So I’ll consider this a debt.”

Hisoka’s expression deadpans, his lips parting before upturning slightly. It is sometimes unfortunate having a friend like Illumi.

“Ah, that isn’t necessary…” The jester’s words are followed by a short, sardonic laugh, strained beneath his apparent concern for this debt Illumi has created for him.

“No? That’s great, then let’s begin.”

It has been some amount of time since Hisoka has been on the receiving end. He is aware that some call his preference to be a ‘switch’, however, he doesn’t much care for the exact title placed upon it. Both Illumi and him couldn’t care less which ‘role’ they fulfill in these heated moments. To have a powerful assassin at his back, or to be at the back of an assassin, both positions are exciting.

In contrast,Illumi’s lack of a preference has little to do with the danger involved. Rather, the assassin considers the practical uses for sex. Nearly matched in terms of raw strength, they are quite compatible as destructive forces. The only gain for these activities is pleasure, Illumi does not seek to build emotional connections as others do. If he can attain pleasure through letting Hisoka inside of him, or through being inside of Hisoka, then it doesn’t matter which position they take. Tonight though, he is trying out being inside of the jester to decide which is more beneficial.

Illumi is quick, his hand shooting out only to twist into the fabric of Hisoka’s collar. As he pulls the magician closer, Hisoka finds his eyes sliding from Illumi’s, drawn instead to the parted lips just before their mouths meet. It is instentaious, the heat, the boundless titillation, in the distance, thunder shakes the sky.

Hisoka’s lips part against Illumi’s, their tongues exploring each others mouths with an insatiable, fiery aggression. As their hands begin to pull at each others clothes, it becomes clear that they have both been too tightly restraining their desire, holding themselves back from the burning heat of concupiscence. Their lips separate briefly, just long enough to allow their tops to be pulled off and cast aside—only to be battered by the incessant gale.

“Have you been looking forward to this, Illu~?♤”

The jester’s hands run roughly down Illumi’s sides, exploring the creamy skin again, feeling the heat of his body against his fingertips. In the few months they had been apart, Hisoka can already feel the tough skin of a new scar. He does not ask about it, nor does Illumi question the new scars on Hisoka’s body. These are unimportant, trivial, they are death bringers with fleshy medals from the more resilient souls they have torn apart.
As Hisoka’s mouth moves to Illumi’s neck, he feels a hand wrap tight around his throat, the restriction bringing a smile to his lips as he pauses his attempt.

“You left marks last time.” The Zoldyck’s tone lies heavy with disapproval, his grip tightening as he stares down at the half-clothed jester.
Offering a bemused smile in return, Hisoka sticks out his tongue enough to lick at the thin skin of Illumi’s neck, faint scarring now visible.

“Ah, it looks like I did.” His airy response furrows Illumi’s brows, his fingertips digging deeper into Hisoka’s neck.
“You did it on purpose.” The jester’s gaze floods with lust, golden eyes holding firm to Illumi’s, challenging him, sexually. Even the hand wrapped around his neck sparks a flame, each touch from Illumi acts as nothing more than the start to a far larger fire.

“Show me how angry you are.”

Hisoka’s words light the final fuse. A heavy taunt reaching far to brush against the thin restraint still present in Illumi’s grip. Around them, the storm begins to howl with more force.

In the blink of an eye, Illumi’s hand is removed from his neck, twisting within his hair instead. Roughly, tightly, he jerks Hisoka’s head back, holding him in place with violence dancing upon his lips. Illumi is in control, conjuring static with his every touch as he crawls forward, forcing Hisoka’s back against the pavement as he straddles the magician’s hips. There is no softness, no gentle brush of his skin, no whispered romantic. They are still flames flickering back at each other in savagery.

The concrete feels cold against Hisoka’s back, his knees bend as the weight of Illumi’s body bears down on his stomach. The fingers still twisted within his locks tighten, forcing his head to the side as Illumi lowers his own mouth to Hisoka’s neck. The charcoal sky above blends seamlessly with them, its ferocity captivated by their own.

“An eye for an eye is it~?” Hisoka’s words are teasing, though he is excited by the force of Illumi’s actions.

Holding his lips mere centimeters from the jester’s neck, Illumi hums in thought.
“Not really.”

A burst of lightning gives sudden illumination to their bodies, followed quickly by an abrupt darkness. The blue glow of the city lights has dimmed significantly, a power outage most likely. Still entrapped within their own world, the tension between the two rises, Hisoka’s hands coming to rest on Illumi’s hips.

“Destroy me, Illu.”

Hisoka’s low-spoken, haunting request is followed by the roll of his hips, forcing Illumi to feel his hardened cock. Illumi does not want to admit it directly to Hisoka, however, the depravity of the magician’s desires both excites and concerns him. A threat, a foe, a friend, an acquaintance, a partner, an enemy, a lover.

Which of these is Hisoka exactly? As perhaps one of few people who can unsettle him, who can unwind him, deconstruct him, rebuild him, vivify him.

“There is no point.” Illumi’s response is both to his own thoughts, and to Hisoka. Although, it is perhaps more for himself. If Hisoka were to seriously ask Illumi to kill him, the Zoldyck is uncertain that he would follow through. Perhaps if Hisoka paid him.

The Zoldyck sinks his teeth into Hisoka’s neck, and in response, the jester’s fingers dig tightly into Illumi’s hips. They are still far too clothed to be so excited, so hungry for each other, however, the storm has only just begun to roll in, time always slows in the moments of chaos.

Beneath him, Illumi can feel the magician’s body tensing, arousal clouding his face as the assassin holds his skin tightly between his teeth. While Illumi bites and sucks at his neck, a shudder races down Hisoka’s spine, even more aroused by the pain trickling in with the bite. Last time they met, he had been given the opportunity to thoroughly mark Illumi, to tear scars into his skin and write his name against Illumi’s bones. This time however, Illumi appears to have replaced his idle curiosity with the same aggressive hunger as Hisoka. Whether the Zoldyck considers it to be payback, punishment, or an illogical desire he is choosing to act upon, it doesn’t matter. This is what Hisoka wants.

The beginning of Illumi’s destruction.

Illumi’s teeth release the irritated skin, small traces of blood smeared against Hisoka’s neck as the Zoldyck’s lips trail smaller bites up his neck. There is an overwhelming desire behind the assassin’s mouth, the hand wound in Hisoka’s hair loosening as Hisoka’s hands come to begin undoing Illumi’s pants. He cannot wait any longer than he has already, although he would love nothing more than to sink his cock deep into Illumi’s throat and ass, he is equally excited to feel the assaulting thrusts of a desperate assassin finally hungry for carnal sin .

Their lips meet again, this time, tainted with the copper of blood as their tongues melt together. Illumi’s mouth feels hotter now, small moans of excitement exchanged between them as Hisoka finally gets the Zoldyck’s pants undone. Rolling his hips up against Illumi again, he rubs his erected cock against what he can reach of Illumi’s ass, hopeful that the Zoldyck will have the grace to at least swallow his cock if he won’t ride it.

The two are fierce, impatient, their rough, bellicose touch continuing to stain the others skin with the same disgusting rot as before. Illumi had previously agreed to have sex with Hisoka merely as a means to make him stop asking. However, the Zoldyck’s hands are now just as demanding, his mouth desperate and hot against Hisoka’s. There is no need to hold back, not now.

Hisoka’s hand wraps around Illumi’s now exposed cock, immediately beginning to stroke him as his free hand reaches up to cup the back of the assassin’s head. Holding Illumi’s mouth against his, he takes pleasure in the small change in Illumi’s breathing as Hisoka’s hand fists his engorged dick. Illumi is so arousing, so hot, the jester can’t help but recall how his tight hole had felt wrapped around his cock, or the disheveled Zoldyck moaning as he came, covered in blood and Hisoka’s cum. If it is possible, he may have to feel Illumi’s ass around his dick again, though the assassin may decline.

Illumi leans back, disconnecting their lips to expose his slightly reddened mouth. Shoulders leaning back, his eyes draw down to Hisoka’s hand on his cock, watching as the jester strokes him. There is still no change in expression on Illumi’s face, however, his cock twitches as though he is enjoying what he is seeing. Encouraged by the sudden plumping of Illumi’s dick, Hisoka let’s go of his cock, just long enough to instead grip Illumi’s hips. Pulling the Zoldyck closer, controlling his body, his angling, until Illumi’s cock presses to his lips. Parting his lips, he carefully draws Illumi’s hips closer, allowing his erected cock to push past his lips and fill his mouth.

Illumi presses his own lips tightly together, both of his hands moving to press against the chilly, concrete roof as he begins to take control of the action. Hisoka’s hands do not part from his hips, however, he no longer draws Illumi nearer. Instead, he allows the Zoldyck to slowly sink his own cock within the warm confines of his mouth.

As a shudder races down Illumi’s spine, the jester reaches one hand into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube before setting it to the side for Illumi. The assassin had not clarified one way or another if he has done this before, however, the magician will not allow himself to be torn due to simple ignorance. Or perhaps that rush of desire, and excitement, will prompt him to let it slide just this once. If Illumi can excite that blaze within him, if he can create the same explosion they had in the hotel room, then maybe the pain of quick entry will tie it all together.

As the magician toys with the idle thought, he runs the flat of his tongue along the underside of Illumi’s cock. Above him, the Zoldyck lowers and raises his hips, slow, shallow thrusting in search of more pleasure. Illumi holds almost all of the control right now, of course Hisoka has the power to stop him or remove him should he feel the need to, however, it is far more fun to let the assassin use his body like a mere sex toy.

Around them, the darkened clouds accumulate more densely, the pops of lightning and rolls of thunder beginning to rattle within their rib cages. Down below, the city lights which had gone out earlier, still have not come back on. As another harsh rush of wind slams against their bodies, the jester can feel the excitement swelling within Illumi. It comes in the form of a deeper thrust, followed by a strained moan. Pre-cum coats Hisoka’s tongue, the salty substance creating a film inside his throat.

“You should prepare yourself.” Illumi’s voice is stable, his expression still blank though there is a brush of red to his cheeks now. Gazing down at Hisoka, he makes no clear show of arousal as he continues to slowly dip his cock in and out of Hisoka’s mouth, angling his hips as needed to feel more of the magician’s tongue against his engorged dick.

However, as Hisoka is currently unable to speak, he raises one eyebrow, a questioning expression in hopes that Illumi will clarify what he means without the need to cease their fun.

“Ah, right, you’re not in the position to do that are you?” Illumi’s shallow thrusts cease, a frown tugging on his lips now as he appears to contemplate the predicament. The Zoldyck’s apparent hesitance to slip his cock out and allow for a change in position tells the jester at least one thing; Illumi likes having his cock sucked.
Hisoka could outright ask, although, a portion of the fun is lost if Illumi easily admits to his interests. It is far more fun for Hisoka to observe him, to allow his vile hands to explore the assassin’s stained body, to feel the curve of delicate bone beneath his fingertips, to bite back his own desires to rip away the warm skin.

Each small show of interest Illumi gives in the tryst further fuels the jester’s twisted, ulterior desires. Hisoka does want to fuck Illumi, to force his cock as deep as he can get it, to feel the shuddering, twitching body beneath him. He yearns to force even the slightest of reactions, to tear the assassin’s humanity to the forefront of his mind, to gaze upon a vulnerable Illumi Zoldyck.

Hisoka is reminded of the bloodlust which ebbs from Illumi seconds before the kill, he is reminded of the way his expression subtly changes when given displeasing information, the way his lips purse while he is resisting temptation of any sort. To ruin a face like that, not his expressionless mask, but the faces in-between. To ruin the last few shreds of humanity left within Illumi…

The magician’s fingers dig into Illumi’s hips again, slowly drawing him back until his cock is fully removed from Hisoka’s mouth.
With Illumi now straddling his hips once again, Hisoka props himself up onto his elbows, frowning at the assassin as his hair continues to be battered by the strong winds.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?”

Hisoka’s expression is a split between disbelief, and annoyance. It would be far easier if Illumi had not requested to be on top, perhaps they’d be having sex by now.

“I do not wish to put my fingers inside of you.” The Zoldyck’s cock is still wet and exposed, a touch of red coloring the head. For a moment, Hisoka notes with amusement that Illumi must’ve been close to orgasm when the jester abruptly stopped.

“I see…” Hisoka’s mind toys with a few ideas for a moment. It is unlikely Illumi will forfeit his desire to be on top today, the jester is also not interested in trying to convince Illumi to prep him himself. The easiest course of action, is probably to prep himself while ravishing the assassin’s body. In that situation, he has options, and he is in control.

“The roof is really inconvenient, I do not think you should pick the meeting places anymore.”

Hisoka offers a languid shrug in response to Illumi’s complaint, disinterested in his opinions. Sitting up further, the magician leans back on his hands, his eyes nearly level with the Zoldyck’s now. Lifting one hand, he slips his fingers into Illumi’s hair, gently running through the long, obsidian locks before pressing his lips back against Illumi’s. Although the action is slow, and gentle in appearance, there is an overwhelming enmity beneath it all.

They are all tongue and teeth, the conflagration of unmitigated aggression melting with the heat of an insatiable concupiscence worthy only of this moment. The howl of the wind acts as a background to their struggle, as Hisoka’s fingers wind tighter in Illumi’s hair, the Zoldyck’s nails dig in hard to Hisoka’s back. The malefic, titillating touch feeds into the magician’s hunger, his body moving on its own as he flips their positions.

Their exploration begins again, messier this time. With Illumi now on his back against the concrete roof, Hisoka is now the one straddling his hips. Their lips do not part, though Hisoka’s hands do roughly pull and tug at his own pants. Beneath him, Illumi lets out a quiet moan.

The sky explodes again, their bodies illuminated within the violence as Hisoka works his own pants and underwear off. Teeth sink into his lower lip, Illumi’s impatience personified as the Zoldyck’s fingers drag down Hisoka’s side. The warmth of copper taints his tongue again as he reaches for the lube bottle. Something has been set aflame, although the jester cannot pinpoint what it is exactly. Illumi is suddenly ravenous, his touch more impetuous.

Perhaps it is the restraint the two have fed into this moment, or the build-up of many quiet months. Hisoka had not spared any of his partners since he last saw Illumi. To bloody his bed, an alleyway, or another’s home, it is irrelevant in the moments of building ecstasy. In contrast, Illumi is not easily broken, tainted, or daunted. Illumi is his autonomous toy, one for Hisoka to explicate and deconstruct.

The magician lowers his hips, rubbing his own cock against Illumi’s, relishing in the strained moan awarded to him from Illumi. Once more, Hisoka is in control, another deep roll of thunder playing a tune of destruction as car alarms begin to sound below. As the jester occupies the assassin’s mouth with his own tongue, he pops open the lube bottle, uncaring of any potential mess as he pours an excessive amount into his palm before setting the bottle down again.

Reaching the lubed hand behind himself, the cold, slick liquid drips against his ass. It is messy, but gentle compared to Illumi’s teeth threatening his tongue and nails digging into his hips. The Zoldyck is more impatient than he realizes, though the constant threat of Illumi’s impatience is what has the magician’s dick so hard.

Hisoka’s fingers draw down, the lube slick around his digits as he presses one finger into himself. It is practiced, with no hesitation. The jester is not shy about his desires, his interests, nor is he above fingering himself if that is what he wants while masturbating. He is familiar with his own body, his finger curling, an idle press against his prostate which causes him to inhale sharply against Illumi’s mouth.

It is really too easy for him to get off like this, with the powerful Zoldyck beneath him. It would be a waste to cum right now, to dirty the Zoldyck’s creamy skin already. Although, from this angle the male beneath him appears more like a helpless meal being feasted upon by a untamable beast. Hisoka’s arms and legs act almost as a cage, a trap Illumi is unaware he is caught in. However, the danger continues to brew beneath the surface. The slender body wrapped with muscles, the long, black hair, the way Illumi pretends to be unfazed by nearly everything Hisoka does. It has been gnawing at the jester for months now, the thick, bubbling, bitterness of blood-lust.

Hisoka adds a second finger to quell his nefarious thoughts. A shudder races down his spine as Illumi gives another small roll of his hips, rubbing himself against Hisoka while the jester fights a losing battle against his desires. Fucking Illumi will be enough for now, until he can’t contain himself anymore, until there is more than a simple, canorous storm to compliment his motivations. It would be disappointing to waste such a meal by dining too soon, he will thoroughly tear apart Illumi only when the time is right. He will burn him down and use his own hands to feel the flames.

“You are too slow.”

Illumi pulls his mouth away while Hisoka simmers in a twisted arousal, his nails digging hard into Hisoka’s hips until blood trails down his thighs. There is no void in the Zoldyck’s eyes now, there is a flame of want, of demand. This is the same flame which burns seconds before Illumi performs a kill.

“Hmm, I was caught up trying not to ravish you too quickly~.”

The assassin’s eyes narrow, his suspicious gaze trained upon Hisoka’s as he appears to scrutinize the distracted magician. Always difficult to please, always wrapped up in high expectations and standards unattainable to most. Illumi is a luxurious dish without a doubt, but also one quick to rot.

“Move your hand, I’m putting it in.”

Illumi’s face is still vacant of expression, though the tiniest flicker of thinly veiled excitement has begun to creep through within his gaze. Bringing one hand down around his dick, Illumi grips himself, Hisoka’s lips lifting higher before he slowly withdraws his hand.

“Ah, how exciting. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do.”

The storm rolls in above them, the humid air wrapping around their nude bodies as Hisoka leans back. His eyes never break from Illumi’s as he carefully situates his ass against Illumi’s engorged cock. The darkened sky and flashes of lightning play a soundtrack to their heated bodies. Against his hip, Illumi’s fingers dig in harder, blood drips onto the pale gray rooftop.

Although the humidity has tossed Illumi’s hair into disarray and turned their skin sticky, the two continue to flicker, their hunger reaching for each other with impatient, fervorous hands. Illumi’s grip holds tight to his own length as Hisoka begins to lower himself onto it. There is only the faintest separation of his lips in response to the intrusion, his eyebrows knitting slightly as Illumi’s size begins to spread him. How long has it been since he has allowed another person to enter him? Hisoka is not actively against it, just particular.

“You didn’t let me fully prepare myself because you wanted to feel bigger. Is that it, Illu~?”

Hisoka’s teasing words do not bring amusement to Illumi’s face. Instead, the Zoldyck appears to be focusing, his ears a deep shade of red as Hisoka sinks deeper down onto his dick. He had not expected the jester’s ass to feel so tight, or so warm. Somehow, he’s always thought the man to be something of a whore , though that assumption had been built entirely on the perverted way the magician speaks.

With his cock now buried deeply enough within Hisoka, the assassin releases his grip on himself, both hands holding tight to the magician’s hips. He does not want to admit that it feels good, even as Hisoka fully sinks down onto the remainder of his length, he does not allow his expression to change. Though his expression remains indifferent, Illumi’s impatience once again reaches his fingertips. It is defined by the blood he continues to draw with each dig of his nails, by the way his cock grows larger inside Hisoka, and by the way he rolls his hips in an attempt to get as deep as possible within the magician.

In contrast to Illumi, Hisoka does not attempt to hide his pleasure. Though with the limited prep, Illumi’s cock is treated to more resistance than the jester had faced. Leaning down, Hisoka’s lips meet the Zoldyck’s neck once more. Beneath him, Illumi tenses, one hand coming to grip the magician’s shoulder.

“Do not leave marks this time.” The assassin’s voice is void of all emotion aside from irritation, his fingers now also digging into Hisoka’s shoulder.

“But isn’t it more fun? They’re momentos.”

The hand on his hip tightens, Illumi’s hips giving a short thrust into Hisoka. Any reply which had been on his tongue, seems to vanish as the Zoldyck begins making short thrusts. Placing both hands back onto the jester’s hips, he grips him tightly, forcing his body up higher, forcing him to bounce in time with this thrusts as he seeks out more pleasure.

Against Illumi’s neck, Hisoka moans, his hands pressed to the cold concrete as he gently bites the assassin’s neck. Illumi’s thrusts are quick but messy, it becomes clear he isn’t used to topping from the bottom. To make the task easier, the jester leans back again, his hands pressing lightly against Illumi’s stomach as he begins to thrust himself onto the Zoldyck’s dick.

Around them, rain begins to pelt the rooftop, another roll of thunder vibrating their chests between salacious moans and gasps of pleasure. Illumi’s cock sinks deeply into Hisoka as the jester grinds his ass against Illumi’s hips. There is no shame in his position, he feels as good as Illumi right now, maybe better.

The Zoldyck’s eyes are half-lidded, his hands no longer tightly gripping Hisoka’s hips. He appears to resign himself to allowing Hisoka control right now, more focused on his own pleasure without a doubt.

“I’ve always liked it rough you know~.♡” The jester’s words are teasing, his eyes narrowing at Illumi’s as he begins to pick up the pace. Fucking himself harder on Illumi, he is hardly aware of the sprinkles wetting his skin, or the quiet moans his rough pace earns him from the Zoldyck below. Inside his body, it is a whirlwind of pleasure, the electricity in his chest tingles down to his own cock. It may be fun to cum on Illumi’s face from this position, however, it is also likely Illumi will send him flying over the edge should he do so.

“I know your tastes.” Illumi’s tone has finally broken, his voice coming out more terse than usual as he brings up one arm, shielding his eyes from the light rain.

“You’re a mess, your hair I mean.” Hisoka comments, a moan following his words as he begins to stroke himself. The Zoldyck’s body feels incredibly hot against his skin, even if Illumi disguises his arousal, the jester can feel it.

Illumi props himself onto his elbows, pushing himself up enough to capture a fistful of red locks within his palm. He is rough with his touch, his hand tugging hard on Hisoka’s hair, forcing his face forward before crushing their lips together. There is a pause in Hisoka’s thrusts, their tongues entangling once again as Illumi’s cock throbs inside of him. The Zoldyck is painfully aroused, so much so that he has paused their actions, he is putting off his finish, prolonging the pleasure if only momentarily.

The kiss is brief, but acts as a current for the tingles of electricity. Static, sparks, like stripped wires they threaten and alight everything around them---their eyes holding steady to one-another's.

It is not gentle like love, or careless like a one-night stand.

The look is personal, it is intimate, it expels their voltage, poison, it is meant to injure and enrage.

With his hand still wound within Hisoka’s hair, Illumi quickly, forcefully, pushes away on the pavement, forcing Hisoka onto his back instead. His hips remain firmly planted against Hisoka, his cock still buried deep within the magician’s body. Around him, Hisoka feels tight enough that Illumi could cum if he wasn’t careful.

“It is too difficult to enjoy this with you on-top of me.” The Zoldyck’s hands move to trail slowly up Hisoka’s thighs. His eyes draw over the jester’s body as though slowly unraveling him with his mind. From the magician’s point of view, it almost appears as though Illumi is deciphering his weak points, the ones in which his needles could sink in the smoothest.

A smile crosses Hisoka’s lips as he spreads his legs a bit wider to accommodate the assassin. The heavy risk in all of this is what is turning him on the most. Illumi is unbearably attractive, even more so in this moment.

“Make sure you enjoy yourself this time.♤” Hisoka gives a short laugh, propped on his elbows, he carefully watches Illumi as he continues his light exploration of the jester’s body. The hands which usually kill, now carefully trail back down his thighs and to his hips, he is memorizing his body, perhaps to more perfectly recreate him in the future with his needles.

The idle assumptions the jester makes about Illumi’s reasons for studying him so closely---do not distract him from the abrupt and sudden thrust the Zoldyck gives. As the rain turns from a light sprinkle, to a drizzle, the sound of skin against skin rivals the rolls of distant thunder. Illumi’s hands drop to the pavement, like an animal he takes control. Picking up the speed of his thrusts, he becomes rougher, quicker, his breathes breaking up into titillated gasps. To assist in the cacophony, the magician moans with each brush of Illumi’s dick against his prostate. He refrains from stroking himself, instead allowing Illumi to provide all of his pleasure.

The Zoldyck does not disappoint either. Each thrust tingles Hisoka’s skin, his teeth ground together as shuddered breaths interrupt his own moans. This feeling is incredible, almost as good as when he fucked Illumi, almost.

Static tears through his veins, his nerves seemingly hyper-focused on each sensation as the rain truly begins to pour on them. Illumi’s thrusts become more reckless, he angry and taking it out on Hisoka’s body. Allowing his moans to grow in volume, the jester reaches up, capturing Illumi’s jaw between his fingers before forcing him into a kiss. Thunder cracks the sky as Hisoka cums, his tongue carelessly exploring Illumi’s mouth as he moans against those dangerous lips. Illumi is nothing he can’t handle, but he is a risk Hisoka would never dare discount.

The Zoldyck’s hand wraps around Hisoka’s neck, forcing him to break the kiss, forcing his back flat against the wet concrete as the rain drenches them, washing away the cum from his stomach.

“I wanted to be done before the rain.” Illumi says nothing more, his hand still tightly wrapped around Hisoka’s neck as he continues to thrust. There are two more rumbles of thunder, these ones directly overhead, before Illumi’s lips part in the exhale of a broken breath. He is quiet when he cums, sometimes. Although Hisoka prefers the Zoldyck to be loud, he does not complain or comment on the nearly soundless orgasm. Perhaps there had been a moan somewhere beneath the dull roar of the rain.

Hisoka’s eyes are busy memorizing the exact face Illumi makes during orgasm when the assassin begins to pull out. The sensation draws another shudder from the jester’s soaked body, one hand coming to wipe the rain from his eyes.

“This job you mentioned…” Hisoka begins, sitting up once Illumi has fully exited him.

“I’ll tell you the details later. I would like to go shower and dry off.” Illumi rises to his feet, his movements are graceful, without a hint of struggle despite the uncomfortable position he had been in. Crossing the few feet they had traveled to end up near the edge of the roof, Illumi begins to collect his clothes, pulling them on despite the way they drip with rain water.

“I booked a hotel room, I wouldn’t mind the company~.” Unlike Illumi, Hisoka does not immediately move to retrieve his clothes or get dressed. Something about being nude on a rooftop during a thunderstorm, felt fun.

“It is not necessary, I already have a room. I will text you the details of the job in two days.” There is no comfortable or fool-proof way to straighten out your soaked clothes. Against his body, they feel awkward and wrong, however, the Zoldyck refuses to spend any more time enduring the weather just to indulge one of Hisoka’s many whims.

“I see… Then I’ll look forward to your text~.♧”