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“Why do you do these things to me?” Hisoka whined, clutching his chest while feigning pain. He had thrown himself on the couch as though he couldn’t move, yellow eyes gazing at his roommate through slits.
Illumi simply looked at the other with the blank gaze he always wore “what are you talking about?”
The two had been living together for about a month now even though they had been spending so much time together for the past few months they were basically already living together.
They had just moved into an apartment near the center of the city. A house of cards was half-finished on the dining room table and a few more of the cards were scattered, partially embedded in the drywall. A few long pins lay on the coffee table, the only sign that the dark haired male lived there.
Illumi had come from the shower and only bothered wrapping a towel around himself as he knew Hisoka would have just removed his clothing soon anyways. Why bother dirtying clothes he wouldn’t wear for long?
He also knew how easy it was to get to Hisoka like this and he loved driving him crazy.
“Lumi” Hisoka hungrily eyed the man’s body, licking his lips and feeling his arousal stir “you’re a tease” he pouted.
“I can not help that you have no self control” he retorted, bending over the couch to kiss his…. boy . . .well . . . assassins didn’t really have friends. Though he and Hisoka were much more than friends. Even Hisoka recognized this. Illumi teased him about it but he knew Hisoka wasn’t sleeping with anyone else but him.
“Mm” it was an appreciative noise, Hisoka pulling the other across the back of the couch and into his lap, successfully ridding him of his towel in the process. “Hisoka you know I have to go to work” Illumi protested, peeling himself away from the other.
“You’re kidding right” Hisoka asked, very clearly irritated and watched Illumi finish off a cup of coffee while pulling on clothes before placing a few pins in his neck. It changed his appearance drastically; causing his hair to shrink into a short, purple mohawk. His face elongated and a smile was plastered on his face. He would respond the way he always did “I do not kid about work” and then he left.
This was the fourth time Illumi had left him after getting him all worked up and looking forward to some fun time. Hisoka stormed out of the small apartment, slamming the door behind him without giving the other another glance.
It wasn’t that Illumi had just left him there, again. It was that they hadn’t been doing anything together lately. Hisoka wanted to go out for drinks or dinner, well Illumi was working. Hisoka wanted to go and take out a world leader, well Illumi had to go and look for his baby brother and sister.
Three days passed before Illumi decided this temper tantrum had gone on long enough and called Hisoka’s cell. The clown had only done this one other time with Illumi refused to let him cut his hair, not even a few strands of it. Illumi spoke before even giving Hisoka a chance to start rambling on about something he didn’t much care about.
“When are you coming home?”
“After I’m finished with work.”
“You do not work.”
“I got a jo- “ “Hisoka who are you on the phone with?”
“Who is that?”
“No one. I have to get back to work now.”
The call ended there. Bloodlust surged through both men. Hisoka let it fill him and the man who had spoken during his phone call now had his head rolling about three feet away from the rest of his body. Illumi had mostly stilled his own in a few heartbeats, unknowing as to why he had felt such a surge of anger at hearing another man’s voice speaking Hisoka’s name through the phone.
Hours or days, he didn’t know which, had passed before Illumi had decided that it was safe enough to pick up the phone again and that he knew he wasn’t going to crush it between his fingers from the anger that he knew Hisoka was going to cause him.
“Where are you” Illumi asked quietly into the phone, still sounding mostly deadpan though there was just a hint of anger if you knew the man well enough to tell. He didn’t like to be hung up on and Hisoka knew it.
A smirk spread across the clown’s sharp features “I’m coming home soon.” Letting Illumi end the phone call after a few moments of silence, Illumi waiting for an explanation and Hisoka waiting for verbal abuse. Hisoka let his head fall back as he closed his eyes, tongue licking his lips and moaning quietly. Hearing that minute anger had turned him on so easily, he couldn’t wait to drag the bloodlust out of him in person.
Hisoka could feel Illumi’s bloodlust down the street six blocks from where they lived. There also weren’t any animals within that radius, as they were smart enough to run from that unsettling feeling that they were in danger. Hisoka, however, craved the feeling of the power that rolled off him in waves.
Illumi also knew as soon as Hisoka had step foot within the radius of his bloodlust. It was easy enough to pick out Hisoka’s as he was so used to feeling it by now.
Hisoka barely had the time to open the door before he found himself slammed up against a wall by his throat, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he felt the warm liquid start to ooze from the back of his head he had hit it so hard.
“You’re in a mood, Lumi” Hisoka practically purred before feeling the quick pain and heat from a slap against his cheek. The dark-haired male looked bored, as usual, but he was almost vibrating, Hisoka could tell and knew then that he had really pushed it this time and he felt a laugh bubbling up in his chest.
“Where have you been?”
“Working, you know how that is” Hisoka replied, his comment seemingly less amused than his usual banter he opted to use in these kinds of situations.
“So that is what this is about”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Hisoka had returned to his singsong responses, his eyes narrowing as a grin spread across his face.
Illumi just looked into Hisoka’s face and then at his crotch, where Hisoka was rock hard and he leaned closer to the clown and took a whiff of him, frowning “you were with him?”
“Who?”
“Chrollo, you have got his smell all over you,” he said, not even caring enough to hide his anger any longer.
“No. Of cour-“
Hisoka didn’t even get a chance to answer before the hand tightened around his throat, cutting of his air for a few moments before he was thrown on the ground behind the couch.
“Oh Lumi, you know what this does to me” Hisoka whined, biting his bottom lip and gazing at the other, Illumi looking less than pleased at the way that he was acting in the situation and choosing not to respond to his comment.
“Do not lie to me Hisoka”
“Fine, yes, but you just kept teasing me and then leaving.” Hisoka basically pouted and tried to move his hips so his dick was a little more comfortable “Besides, we’re not actually dating or anything”
That was what had greatly upset the Zoldyck, because he knew it was true and that there wasn’t any reason for him to be upset. Illumi just had never thought that he’d have to deal with something like this.
“Did you fuck him?” The question was quiet and he already knew the answer to it so he wasn’t even sure as to why he asked. The answer was going to hurt whether he tried to lie or not.
“Illumi-“
“I do not want to hear it Hisoka” his tone was almost defeated and it was the first time that Hisoka had ever heard him sound that way. He grabbed the others wrist and found himself slamming against the wall across the room, pins through his clothes keeping him there.
Illumi went through the apartment, grabbing the few things that were his and actually would need if he were to take a job soon, leaving anything that he didn’t value.
“Lumi please”
“Do not call me that. Do not speak to me again” he said finally, flames in his eyes as he stared down the clown. He’d never been as angry as he was right now besides when he’d had those rare petty arguments with his father about Killua.
Right now he was sure that he was going to get a lecture about his decision to move in with Hisoka from his father when he got home.
Hisoka thought it might be in his best interest to keep his mouth shut, something he rarely did but he was sure speaking wouldn’t get him anywhere right now. He wasn’t really sure what he’d done wrong. They’d never talked about being exclusive and Hisoka hadn’t even slept with anyone the entire time they’d been living together.
He pulled the pins out of his clothes and laid them back on the counter where they usually were before going to take a shower since it had been a few days. He was sure that Illumi would come back and he’d get a beating and things would go back to normal. Illumi wasn’t much of a talker and preferred to just hit him to show how he really felt.