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18:44. Hisoka took a slow sip of his iced tea and shifted in his chair. He was waiting at the cafe vis-à-vis their apartment, the one with the French theme and red-and-white checkered tablecloth, which did little to conceal his erection.
18:45. Hours ago, Illumi pushed him out of their apartment, telling him to be back at 7. None of the city’s distractions had proved equal to their task, so with nothing better to do, Hisoka waited here, in proximity to his home. And the time was almost right.
18:46. God, what could that be? Something he hadn’t considered yet? One thing was sure—every year Illumi delivered with his surprises, planning them with the same meticulousness he dedicated to his assassinations.
18:47. Six birthdays and six memories living rent-free in his mind. God, he still couldn’t stop thinking about last year, when Illumi took a shibari course to learn to tie him in the most delicious of ways.
18:48. Yes. If he leaves now, he should be there just in time.
Hisoka slapped a banknote on the table and left, rushing to the building across the street and right into the elevator. Once there, he gave himself a series of adjusting touches, rolling his sleeves and pushing the open neckline a little lower still. There was no mirror in the elevator, but he knew he looked expensive and touchable, all dolled up in makeup, his floral overshirt hanging open over a fitted tank and slim dark trousers.
18:53 A few more steps, one, three, five…
Hisoka knocked at their door, and a moment later, it opened, showing Illumi on the other side. And yes, what a sight for thirsty eyes he was, with an unmodest robe and a three-piece lingerie set showing beneath its sheer fabric.
At times, Illumi liked to wear lingerie, either as a treat for Hisoka or a whim for himself, but even so, the set he picked today was one of the most elaborate he’d seen on him: delicate, delicate and at the same time potent in the way that made Hisoka’s mouth water. All in black, all lace details and semi-sheer fabric, it was composed of a wide garter band circling his waist, suspender straps running down and connecting to stockings, and a matching thong to complete the set.
“You’re early. I told you to come at 7.” Illumi’s gaze traveled from the top of Hisoka’s head, and stopped between his legs. “You can hardly contain yourself, I see.”
Hisoka rolled his hips forward, and was just about to say something cheeky like “See something interesting?” when Illumi stomped on his feet.
Hisoka groaned, and Illumi walked away, mumbling something along the lines of “pathetic clown.”
“Illu.” Hisoka closed the distance and grabbed Illumi by his waist, making him stop where he was. “You know I’m not opposed to you stomping all over me,” he slid the fabric of Illumi’s robe aside, “and a bit of degradation can be fun too, but your rudeness wounds me.” Hisoka covered the exposed strip of bare skin with his kiss. “Isn’t it a sign of my love that I’m so excited to see you?” To emphasise his point, he pressed his erection against Illumi’s thigh.
“Tsk, you don’t need a lot to get going,” Illumi said. “I’ve witnessed you excited on different occasions, far less appropriate ones.”
“Let me show you how appropriate I can be for you.”
Hisoka thought of himself as the orchestrator of Illumi’s pleasure—he knew how his husband liked to be held and kissed, knew the anatomy of his desire as well as his own. But now, when he moved the curtain of ink aside and laid his lips on Illumi’s neck, Illumi didn’t hum like he usually did, nor did the fine hairs there rise in response.
Was he upset with him? But how? He had been the image of goodness in the last days, behaving better than a child before Christmas.
“Illu. Come on, be good for me.” He made him spin around. “Give me a kiss.”
“No kissing. That’s the rule,” a voice declared from the bedroom. Illumi’s voice.
“What in the—” Placing two fingers under Illumi’s chin, he tilted his face left and right.
The anatomy was all Illumi, but the wry expression was unlike anything that had graced his husband's features. At that moment, he knew. It wasn’t him.
When he focused on ‘Illumi’s’ Nen, he recognized the true inhabitant inside his husband’s body at once.
Hisoka retracted his fingers. “Chrollo?”
“Mmm. Took you long enough.”
“Wait, what are you—”
Chrollo waved a hand dismissively. “Go to your husband, he’ll explain. I was about to fix him a drink.” He walked toward the liquor cabinet in their living room and, without looking back, added, “Would you like one as well? I make an excellent Old Fashioned.”
Hisoka, lost in wonder, registered the question with delayed ignition. “Hm? Oh. No, no. I’m good.”
Chrollo opened the cabinet doors, gave the bottles a contemplative look, picked out his choices, and carried them to the counter, where he started preparing the drink. How uncanny it was to watch him move through the space, the body Hisoka knew so well paired with someone else’s mannerisms. Illumi would have done it faster, with a trademark mix of fluidity and efficiency, but Chrollo took his time, lingering over the gestures, adding the occasional flourish.
Hisoka shook his head. What was this all about? Time to go to his Illumi and find out.
The evidence already pointed toward one conclusion, reinforced by that hypothetical discussion about threesomes they’d had a few weeks earlier. Still, Hisoka could hardly believe it—and with two of him… Would Illumi truly…
When he stepped across the bedroom threshold, he was met with the sight of Illumi sprawled across the bed, dressed in the same lingerie set as his counterpart, distinguished only by its teal and gold palette.
“Hello,” Illumi said. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you, my love.” Hisoka sat at the edge of the bed and pressed his lips to Illumi’s thigh, the first stretch of bare skin within kissing range. “Before I start cherishing you, could you tell me what another you is doing in our apartment?”
“With your dirty mind, I thought you would do a better job of putting one plus one together,” Illumi chuckled. “Literally.”
“Illumi,” Hisoka said, or rather groaned. “How did you even get Chrollo to agree to that?”
“Mhm. Is that really what you want to discuss right now?” Illumi glided his stockinged toe along Hisoka’s thigh. “Enough to say he’s a willing participant, and I’m good at closing deals.”
Hisoka had no doubt Chrollo would run to Illumi for any crumb of his attention, but since Hisoka was part of the package, there was little chance that alone would suffice to persuade him.
“Illumi…”
Illumi sighed. “I lent him my power for tonight and constructed a Nen pact so he could use it at will, as long as he is alone and the purpose stays private.”
“Meaning jerking off.”
“He called it admiring beauty in its purest form.”
Hisoka cackled. Perhaps he should have been jealous, and part of him was, oh, it was, but he knew just as well as Illumi and the little fucker that this was the only way Chrollo would ever get to be alone with Illumi.
Illumi was his. Body, mind, and soul.
While Hisoka couldn’t stop showcasing his amusement, Illumi glanced at him with a contemplative expression. “I can undo this if you would prefer to call it off,” he said.
Hisoka smiled broadly. “I wouldn’t dare deny such a thoughtful gift…” He leaned closer. “How about I start unpacking it?”
Close enough to do so, he was about to kiss Illumi when, from somewhere behind them, he heard a less-than-subtle ahem.
“No kissing,” Chrollo said as he walked in holding the freshly stirred Old Fashioned.
“But he is my husband…” Hisoka glanced toward Illumi, expecting support, but instead Illumi placed a finger to Hisoka’s lips and tapped twice.
“Ah, yes. I forgot to tell you,” Illumi said. “The rule applies to everybody. I’m afraid Chrollo was very insistent on that point.”
“Was he?”
Chrollo circled the rim of the glass with one finger. “I suspected you might be attached to such prosaic sentimental gestures, but surely you can survive a few hours without kissing him?”
Hours? A shiver ran through Hisoka. While his brain short-circuited at the sea of pleasure ahead, Chrollo handed Illumi the rocks glass filled with a large ice cube and amber liquor.
With the heel of his foot, Illumi pushed Hisoka off the bed.
“I want to see us.” Illumi arranged himself against the pillows, extending one long leg along the mattress while the other bent loosely at the knee. He lifted the glass to his mouth and took a sip. “Touch him,” he said to Hisoka, and moved his gaze toward Chrollo.
Here he was, Chrollo dressed in Illumi’s body.
Hisoka was acquainted with that delicious exterior; he could have written entire volumes about its erotic terrain, where to push, pull, bite, caress. But what did he like?
Hisoka would have been lying if he claimed Chrollo had never appeared in fantasies colored with blood and lust. In those, however, touch was the last thing on his mind.
But since Illumi wanted a show…
Hisoka closed the distance, so only a few centimeters of air remained between their bodies. With curious fingers, he untied the sash, and the robe opened, framing the masterpiece of Illumi’s silhouette with its material. Hisoka left it that way, enjoying the effect.
Time to start charting this terra incognita. He put his palms at Chrollo’s waist and glided them down, stopping to knead his backside and moving even lower to caress the toned outlines of his thighs. Chrollo watched him with a smile that kept building, but didn’t seem to be affected in the slightest, and once Hisoka glanced downward for confirmation or denial, the material of his thong remained frustratingly undisturbed.
No matter. Hisoka enjoyed a challenge when presented with one, so he continued his exploration without reaching for the easiest solution placed between Chrollo’s legs. He palped the arms, swept his nails up the insides of the thighs, and sketched fluid strokes and long swirls all across his skin.
It was between those probing touches that he found what he had been looking for. At first, he steered clear of Chrollo’s nipples, as it wasn’t something that the original Illumi particularly enjoyed playing with, but when he brushed over them by chance, Chrollo took a deeper breath and, for the first time, ceased to resemble the marble statue he had been so far.
Hisoka felt a smile rising on his face, born from that specific satisfaction of uncovering his opponent’s weakness. And oh boy, was he going to exploit it.
First, a quick reconnaissance. He started by massaging Chrollo’s pecs, occasionally brushing the nipples with the tips of his fingers, and to Hisoka’s delight, even those light touches proved enough to elicit a response… who would have thought that Chrollo was such a sensitive boy.
Hisoka grew bolder with his explorations, and after pinching one nipple and then the other in quick succession, was rewarded with a gasp and the most appetizing sight of a tent growing in his underwear.
“Use your mouth on his nipples,” Illumi said.
Hisoka got distracted by the voice of his siren, and when he turned to see, Illumi was as languid as before, watching them with a mellow gaze while sipping his drink. His free hand absently ran along the only hardness in him, trapped behind his thong.
Hisoka licked his lips, considering the new temptation, but Chrollo grabbed him by the jaw and forced his attention back toward himself. “You haven’t finished here,” he said, guiding Hisoka downward. “You heard him. Go on.”
Hisoka unrolled his tongue and gave Chrollo what he wanted and even more, since he wasn’t one to hold back. He kept flicking, swirling, putting his tongue to work, and soon his fingers joined in the fun, rolling the nipples and giving them a light tug now and then.
Chrollo’s chest rose and fell unevenly now, and when Hisoka glanced upward, he saw his eyes were closed. One of Chrollo’s hands remained tangled in his hair, light in pressure but hard on intention, and after one particularly decisive tweak of his nipple, he pushed Hisoka’s head down with unambiguous purpose.
Hisoka knelt before him.
He itched to steal one more glance at Illumi, but Chrollo kept him firmly where he was. Hisoka nuzzled the tented underwear before him, slowly, with a feline quality to it, and asked Illumi, “What do you want me to do, Illu? Should I take care of some of this tension?” Hisoka licked a long strip up the fabric.
“Yes,” Illumi said, already a bit breathless. Was he stroking himself? “Show him how good you are at taking care of me.”
“Mmm.” Hisoka hooked a finger at the waistband and peeked inside. “I didn’t realize you liked me this much.”
“You’re talking too much,” Chrollo said and pushed him to take his dick.
Hisoka started sucking him with gusto, and while he kept Chrollo occupied with his mouth, he arranged himself into pure sensuality—his back arched and shoulders rolled open, altogether tasty and curvy as a pin-up. After all, presentation was everything.
And indeed, after a moment, Illumi’s breathing deepened, and Hisoka could hear the slick sound of him stroking himself at the sight of his posed submission.
Between Hisoka’s undeniable skill and Chrollo’s excitement, it was a quick affair.
Chrollo came in his mouth with enthusiasm, and as he did, Illumi said, “Swallow.”
Hisoka obliged, and Chrollo’s cum travelled down his throat, leaving behind its bittersweet savor.
Unconsciously, Hisoka assumed that along with Illumi’s body, he would experience the same delicious musky saltiness as always, but this here, it was all Chrollo. He could tell the difference right away, since Illumi’s taste was one he was well acquainted with; one could even call him a connoisseur of it. Or an addict.
Chrollo’s was different, not bad, just… not what he came craving for. Speaking of which…
He gave Chrollo’s dick a few additional licks to gather the rest of his lust, and left him alone in his bliss.
With the freedom to do so, Hisoka shot his gaze to Illumi, who, according to his expectation, was stroking himself. His hand was moving hastily inside his panties, his drink half-finished and set aside, body sprawled, less the relaxed, curated aesthetic, and more something needy and flushed.
When their eyes met, Illumi licked his lips as if by instinct.
Slow and intent as a tiger, Hisoka crawled on the bed and found a place between his legs. “Let me take care of you too,” he said.
Illumi withdrew his hand from his thongs, and gave it a new purpose, going for the sash. With one tug, the knot loosened and the fabric fell aside, disclosing more skin, and, as though that weren’t invitation enough, Illumi bent his knees, opening himself to him without hurry.
Hisoka savored the view and reached for Illumi’s underwear, summoned to the world’s most exquisite banquet. He took him in his mouth, just as he did a moment before.
“Yes, that’s it,” Illumi said in a breathy voice.
Hisoka carried on, sucking him and licking him the way Illumi enjoyed it, neither too languorous nor too vigorous, keeping the pleasure simmering on.
Chrollo came by the bed and sat on its edge. He reached for Illumi’s unfinished drink and took a sip, observing them.
“You like watching too?” Illumi said. He hooked his legs around Hisoka for leverage, moved closer, and, using the added support, took control of the situation.
He started fucking Hisoka’s mouth. Enthusiastically.
Hisoka loved when he used him like that, and that, along with the way Chrollo kept watching them, reminded him of how hard and overdressed he still was.
Illumi was close. Hisoka’s mouth watered at the thought of the hot load that would soon fill him, and the added saliva made everything more sloppy and slick. Illumi came into Hisoka’s mouth, and Hisoka swallowed greedily, just the aftertaste he craved.
For a moment, it was all mellow, Illumi sated, Chrollo watching silently, and Hisoka recovering his breath after his little blowjob marathon.
Illumi propped himself up on his elbows and studied Hisoka with a smile. “You’ve been good for us.” Illumi shifted his gaze to Chrollo’s. “Should we return the favor?”
“Mhm.” Chrollo’s gaze swept over Hisoka. “I imagine it will be a brief favor. He appears near his limit already.”
Illumi sat upright. “Strip,” he said to Hisoka.
Hisoka rose and undressed himself, and there was no show in it, just a rapid disposal of his clothes. Once he glanced down at his cock, it was all flushed in pink, shading into red and purple, achingly hard. Much as he resented giving Chrollo the satisfaction, at this point the smallest encouragement would do the job.
But no. No. He wasn’t a teenager about to burst at the first touch. He would last.
Once he was naked, Illumi rose as well. “Don’t worry, you can come whenever you want.” With a palm against his chest, Illumi guided him backward and pushed him into a chair by the wall. “This is only the appetizer.”
Illumi spread Hisoka’s legs wide, knelt between them, and Chrollo joined them as well, taking his place beside him.
The sight of two Illumis kneeling before him in full lingerie and watching him with big, obsidian eyes made his heart kick against his ribs, and once they extended their tongues in sync, his heartbeat climbed high enough that he thought the organ might explode before his dick could.
They got to his dick at the same time, licking from their respective sides, and intuitively dividing their roles—Illumi taking care of his balls and Chrollo swallowing and sucking him—only to return to shared slurping moments later.
The only coherent thought left in Hisoka’s mind was that if he had to die, this would be the way to go; he couldn’t picture anything better than this. Reaching the limit of his restraint, he came along with this notion.
Most of his cum spurted on Illumi’s tongue, but some hit Chrollo's face as well.
After swallowing his load, Illumi licked the rest from Chrollo’s cheek, and lost in ecstasy, Hisoka couldn’t even resent the way Chrollo’s eyes widened and his hand travelled to Illumi’s waist.
“Mm. Perhaps I’ll take that Old Fashioned after all,” Hisoka said.
“Sure.” Chrollo recomposed himself, letting go of Illumi. He rose from the floor and departed toward the living room.
To the soundtrack of clinking bottles and the shuffle of bar tools coming from deeper in the house, Illumi sat on Hisoka’s lap, hooked his arms around him, and reached for a kiss. Hisoka met it gladly. It was a languid thing, sated and affectionate rather than passionate.
When they broke apart, Hisoka whispered in Illumi’s ear, “Rebel, rebel.” He watched the fine hair along Illumi’s nape rise at the murmur. Illumi smiled and pressed his finger against Hisoka’s lips. Shhh.
When the sounds from the living room ceased and footsteps followed, Illumi let go of him, and settled on the bed, idly kicking one foot and playing with the loose sash of his robe.
Chrollo walked into the room and handed Hisoka his drink.
Before he could walk away, Hisoka pinched one of his nipples, making him gasp, and when Chrollo cast him a reproachful look, Hisoka hid his grin behind a sip of Old Fashioned. Bittersweet orange and oak spread their warmth across his tongue.
Illumi reached for Chrollo’s hand. “Let’s play a little now, the two of us.” Chrollo took it, and Illumi pulled him down onto the mattress. “And you,” Illumi said to Hisoka, “remain where you are. Watch us.”
“With pleasure,” Hisoka said, lifting the glass in a toast.
Illumi guided Chrollo sideways across the bed so Hisoka could have a better visual, and settled astride him to Chrollo’s evident enjoyment. They got rid of their robes. Started touching each other. There was none of the urgency of before; the caresses were soft and curious, exploring the muscles, the curves, steering clear of their underwear.
They relaxed into themselves, and seemed to forget Hisoka was there, neither of them sparing him a single glance.
But oh boy, he was there, staring with such intensity as if to brand the bright, hot image into his brain.
He studied both the similarities and the differences, how they occupied the same body but moved through it differently, how their touches were so distinctive—Illumi more decisive and purposeful, while Chrollo curious and delicate, as if testing whether Illumi wouldn’t disappear under his touch.
They traded places on the bed, so Chrollo was now above Illumi, and along with the new position he seemed to grow bolder, touching him more persistently and enriching the repertoire with some nibbling. Illumi retaliated with force and enthusiasm.
They continued switching and rolling all over the sheets, both of them hard, breathing and moaning, rubbing against each other, and grabbing with consistently more vigour.
At a certain point, Illumi sucked on Chrollo’s nipple while grasping his backside.
The effect was immediate. Chrollo groaned, and rearranged Illumi to both his and Hisoka’s advantage: onto his back, facing Hisoka, offering him an unobstructed view of his ass—a vista that grew even more enticing once Chrollo bent and spread Illumi’s legs.
Without taking off Illumi’s thongs, Chrollo pushed aside the strip of material above his entrance, licked his finger, and pushed it inside. Illumi gasped, and Chrollo started fingering him.
Hisoka was hard too—a perfectly natural response after being treated to such a show—and borrowing inspiration from Chrollo, he started fingering himself as well, doing so in sync with Chrollo’s movements. After one particularly forceful push, Hisoka moaned. Chrollo glanced up, and kept him pinned beneath his gaze as he kept stretching his husband open with a smile.
“How about you join us now?” Chrollo said. “Bring the lube.”
As though pulled by strings, Hisoka released his fingers from himself, and complied with the instruction.
To fuck or be fucked?
He had no idea what to expect, but after all, it hardly mattered—the one certainty was the indecent amount of fun in store for him.
Returning to the bedside, he gave the bottle of lube a small shake. “Well, danchou,” he said, “who gets this?”
“Put it on yourself,” Chrollo replied and released his fingers from Illumi. Then, with a wry smile, “For now.”
Hisoka coated himself in lube, and climbed on the bed.
As he did, Illumi caught his forearm and pulled him closer, while Chrollo spread Illumi’s cheeks, giving Hisoka better access.
“I enjoyed watching you together, but I like this even more,” Hisoka said, and teased the tip of his cock against Illumi’s entrance.
Illumi parted his legs further. “I want you closer.”
“This close?” Hisoka said and pressed the tip inside. Illumi moaned.
Hisoka pushed into him fully, and Illumi closed his eyes to the feeling.
Knowing well how Illumi liked it, Hisoka didn’t wait too long and started thrusting into him, so far with a moderate pace.
When Illumi got adjusted to the stretch, he opened his eyes and looked somewhere behind Hisoka with an interesting smile. Was he looking at Chrollo? Hisoka didn’t have enough time to consider it or even check it, because Illumi tightened his grip on him and pulled him to lie on him, chest to chest, skin to skin.
Illumi lifted his face toward Hisoka’s ear. Hisoka couldn’t see his expression, but could feel the warm breath brushing the shell of it. Illumi said, “You’re always saying you can’t decide if to fuck me or be fucked by me.” Illumi nipped the lobe of his ear. “Today you don’t have to choose.”
Before his brain could grasp the whole, glorious implication of those words, Hisoka felt another pair of hands reaching to his waist, followed by a coolness gliding against the crease of his ass. In the next moment, Chrollo’s dick pushed inside his entrance.
Hisoka stopped moving, as the sensation was so intense, so electric, that just a little more of it would be enough to make him finish before the fun would even begin.
Chrollo ceased his efforts as well. Once Hisoka regained composure and looked back at him, he regretted the lack of a mirror in their proximity—a vessel that could capture and show him the magnificent sight of him being sandwiched between two Illumis. “Shy all of a sudden?” Chrollo said and gave his ass a light smack.
Hisoka chuckled. “Can you blame me? You two are dangerous together. Make it difficult to think.”
“It’s not thinking I need from you,” Illumi said underneath him. Hisoka returned to him, and kissed Illumi’s neck ferociously, eliciting a sharper inhale from him.
Hisoka resumed a slow rhythm, and with each movement of his hips, he not only pushed in and out of Illumi, but he fucked himself on Chrollo’s dick as well. The sensation only intensified when Chrollo joined the action.
It didn’t take long before they matched their rhythm by instinct.
Along with each thrust, Hisoka lost touch with reality a little bit more. The world around them ceased to exist. There were only their bodies moving in unison.
It was a feast of senses, with hands, so many hands grabbing, touching, being touched in return, and the stockings, a silky rub against Hisoka’s naked skin, all of it enriched by the chorus of their desire, heightened breaths, moans, the slapping of skin, the rustle of sheets and fabric.
Doing his best to postpone his orgasm, Hisoka was riding the peak as a surfer rides a perfect wave, balancing on the crest and unwilling to let gravity reclaim him. It was pure elation, and in that moment when nothing but pure sensation remained, his mind registered that he was indeed both fucking and fucked by his husband.
He changed his mind. If he could die, he would want it to be now.
When he came, it wasn’t one sudden spike of endorphins, but it arrived in the form of a drawn-out, floating sensation across his body, a state that erased all consciousness. He didn’t even know when he actually had come, or when and where the other two had.
Chrollo pulled out of him, and he of Illumi. They fell on the bed. Hisoka felt pleasantly destroyed, enjoying the mess of bodies and sheets, the smell of sweat, liquor, and sex.
Once he glanced at Chrollo and Illumi, he felt stupidly delighted about it all, and still a little disbelieving that it actually happened, that with the best of luck it might still be happening today.
The post-indulgence atmosphere made them relaxed and untalkative, that was at least, until Illumi propped himself on his elbows and spoke.
“Oh, the cake.”
“Hmm?”
“I ordered a birthday cake for you, dark chocolate and cherry. Would anyone like a slice?” Illumi said, glancing at both of them.
“I don’t usually care for sweets, but I could be persuaded,” Chrollo said.
“Mm. Obviously.” Hisoka said. “Cake sounds perfect.”
While Illumi got out of bed, Hisoka stretched like an overfed cat and smiled into the pillow.
Illumi had done it again. Easily his favorite birthday yet.
He couldn’t wait to discover how Illumi intended to outdo himself next year.