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AiAi the city of love

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Summary:

When Milluki develops a new crush and asks his brother for help, Illumi and Hisoka soon find themselves in AiAi’s Red Light District. Between awkward brotherly bonding and his magician boyfriend’s wild side, Illumi soon discovers just how chaotic and spicy life can be.

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A spicy hisoillu fic straight from the joined minds of Bungeepuppet and Lady Bisky - full of humor, surprises and smut!

This is a completed story set in the Wolf/Fox Universe, but it can also be read as a standalone fic!

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Chapter 1: Milluki's request

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Chapter Text

 

Illumi: I repeat. Please don't send me any more photos. You know I'm at my family house right now.

 

Hisoka: Well, that’s exactly why I’m sending you these. I'm sure you miss me by now, I'm just giving you the opportunity to have some fun with my pics. ♥

 

Illumi paced nervously between his bed and his desk, an old habit activated in moments of stress or overthinking.

 

One by one he looked at the photos.

 

The first captured Hisoka lifting his shirt and showing off his muscular chest. He wore a pair of unbuttoned pastel blue pants and his burgundy fingernails were tugging at his undies. He used his thumb to allow the camera to peer down his underwear without over-revealing his body.

 

Hmmm… unexpectedly tasteful.

 

The next one was taken from above. Hisoka was shirtless, lying on a fluffy white blanket, with fuchsia hair spread around him. His gaze was directed straight at the camera, while he was happily playing with his left nipple.

 

The picture was a little blurry, he could have done a better job with this one.

 

And then the last photo.

 

This one was extra spicy. (Even if his pants were still on.)

 

Hisoka sank into a deep squat, presenting his back to the camera. His spine curved into an arch, sculpting the muscles of his back. And his expression... Well, it was nearly pornographic in the way he parted his lips and yanked his hair back.

 

Illumi must admit that the sex appeal in this photo has risen to a level that could rival the portfolio of any professional male model.

 

Before his relationship with Hisoka and the abundance of sex that came with it, jerking off was something he used to do, a passtime to relieve the pent-up tension. But now… It seemed like too much work. Too much tidying up. Maybe the photos were encouraging, but he preferred to wait until tomorrow when Hisoka would take care of him.

 

As he should.

 

Illumi: I don't need photos of your body. I prefer what you can do with it.

 

Hisoka: Ah, Illu, you wound me. I’m just thinking about your well-being here. ★ -_-💧

 

Hisoka: At least tell me, do you miss me a little? ♣

 

Hisoka: I’m just laying here thinking of you. I’m looking at that photo I took when you were eating sushi, remember that? ♠

 

Hisoka: I would prefer something more sexy to work with, but It’s enough to make me hot. I'm just beginning to touch my...

 

Illumi didn’t have the chance to find out what Hisoka was touching, as the door to his bedroom opened without warning. He shut down his phone and turned his gaze toward the threshold.

 

Milluki stood there. His eyes wandered around the room not knowing where to stop and his body appeared to be glued to the spot. He looked sweaty.

 

"Illu-nii, can we talk?"

 

"Of course. How can I help you?"

 

Illumi noticed that Milluki seemed unsure of what to do with himself, so he smiled at him and sat on the edge of the bed. He gestured for his brother to join him.

 

"So you see… well, because I…"

 

It was unusual. Milluki had no trouble expressing his thoughts, often saying too much. Illumi waited for him to continue, curious about what he would say next.

 

“I heard about this girl, an NPC, who is a very good dancer. I've searched online and seen her pictures, and she looks really beautiful. She works at a striptease club in Greed Island... and I…” Milluki looked Illumi straight in the eyes. "I’ve never been to a place like that, Illu-nii. Could you come with me?"

 

Illumi didn't know what to say, so he answered as he was expected to.

 

“I don't think that’s a good idea. I suggest you go to father with this question. If he agrees, I can be your guardian."

 

Hearing the word 'father' Milluki glanced at the door as if he was about to appear there at any given moment. Then he set his gaze at Illumi once more.

 

"You’re the only one I can ask."

 

Illumi took a deep breath.

 

Milluki, his little brother who had been his only sibling for a long, long time.

 

How could he say no to him?

 

"Agreed."

 

Milluki’s breath calmed down and his posture became more relaxed. 

 

“One more issue remains,” Illumi said. “What about the game itself?”

 

“Don't worry about that.” A characteristic mix of confidence and impatience resurfaced in his voice. “Kalluto owed me a favor, so I asked him to kill a billionaire who owned two copies of the game. Easy peasy.”

 

"I understand. In that case, we can go there after making the appropriate preparations, at a time that suits us both.”

 

Milluki nodded decisively. Without bothering to thank Illumi, he left the room.

 

Illumi remained alone with his thoughts.

 

He had only been to stripclubs when stalking his targets, but never as a patron himself, which meant he probably wouldn't be able to help Milluki at all.

 

What was the expected etiquette and behavior in such places? What were the rules?

 

Illumi didn't want to disappoint his little brother, and he instinctively knew just what to do. He reached for his phone and found 13 unread messages from Hisoka—with more incoming. He called him.

 

“Ohh, so you prefer phone sex after all? I'd love to, but be warned that I'm very close."

 

"Hisoka, focus," Illumi said. “I have a task for you.”

 

~~~

 

Hisoka stood at the end of the bed, pumping Illumi’s dick in a repetitive rhythm that the raven beauty lying underneath him seemed to find pleasurable.

 

At the same time, Hisoka was pounding him. He intensified the pace from slow to brutally fast, one that Illumi enjoyed the most.

 

Though Illumi's expression remained unchanged and he lay almost completely still, his body betrayed his enjoyment. A considerable amount of precum started to flow from the top of his cock, and his body flushed deliciously in all the right places.

 

Illumi was mostly quiet, save for his quickening breaths and the occasional suppressed moan. Hisoka, on the other hand, seemed unable to stop talking. As always.

 

He was saying things like,

“You feel so good, Illu,” or

“Yes, yes, yes,” or

“Do you want it deeper?”

 

Hisoka continued to jerk him off, the precum making an excellent additional lube. With his other hand, he fondled and touched every inch of Illumi’s body within his reach.

 

Hisoka moaned out Illumi’s name and sped up his hand. When he thumbed across the tip, Illumi's muscles tensed and he came with a force that signaled - that indeed - he was very hungry for Hisoka’s attention.

 

When Hisoka felt the dick under his fingers shift and twitch, he finally released his ecstasy as well. He came with a groan, deep into the other man.

 

They ceased, basking in the aftermath, taking deep breaths to calm their racing hearts.

 

“Sometimes I think you treat me like an orgasm distributor,” Hisoka said.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Well, you’re not very active during sex.”

 

Illumi looked at Hisoka. A euphoric bliss covered his face, the orgasm he had just reached radiated across his skin. Illumi couldn’t understand why Hisoka was blessed with a dewy after-sex glow, while he was destined to be flushed all over his body.

 

Hisoka was looking at him too. More precisely, at the mess he made of him.

 

All of Illumi’s chest was covered with his own cum, white ribbons painting his skin in intricate patterns.

 

But Hisoka’s gaze was directed even lower.

 

Illumi could feel how the hot load that he had just pumped into him was slowly leaking out, and Hisoka was observing that with wild satisfaction. Illumi felt exposed in a way that somehow turned him on, even though he knew it shouldn't.

 

“You didn’t seem to have any problem enjoying yourself,” Illumi noted.

 

Hisoka let out a sound that hovered between a chuckle and a sigh. He collapsed on the bed, his head coming to rest near Illumi's alabaster feet.

 

“That’s my fault. I keep spoiling you too much.”

 

He placed a small kiss on the top of each foot.

 

Illumi didn’t dignify the statement with an answer. “Please repeat the instructions for the meeting,” he said instead.

 

With an exaggerated air of solemnity, Hisoka began:

 

“Do not disclose any details of our relationship. Should the topic arise, we are just business partners.
Refrain from commenting on Milluki's weight under any circumstances.
Don't make strange faces or lewd noises.
No touching.
Absolutely no talking about sex or any allusion to sex.

Did I get it right Illu-nii?”

 

Illumi mentally cursed the one time he had spoken to Milluki on speakerphone.

 

“Don’t address me like that. Ever." He sat up and glared at him. "You forgot about no fighting or causing scenes that might disrupt the mission.”

 

"The mission of getting your brother laid?"

 

"THE. MISSION." Illumi's voice was cold and cutting.

 

“Ah, Illumi. Satisfying your every whim, helping you with family matters. I hope you at least will give me a big, juicy… thank you?”

 

“You don’t get a 'thank you' for performing your basic boyfriend responsibilities.”

 

"Come now, Illumi. A good boyfriend should still be thanked, you know."

 

"Fine. If the job is successful, I will consider a 'thank you' gift."

 

~~~

 

The hologram behind Illumi and Milluki was buzzing, indicating in huge red lettering that the next area was strictly for adults only.

 

It was the entrance to AiAi's red light district. Whatever was waiting for them on the other side was blurred enough to be indiscernible.

 

They were waiting for Hisoka, scheduled to arrive any minute now.

 

Even under odd circumstances, Illumi was pleased to spend time with his brother. They should consider meeting outdoors more often, hopefully for something more appropriate than their current endeavor.

 

Illumi glanced at Milluki. Despite his reservations, he had to admit that the outfit Hisoka chose for him seemed appropriate for the occasion.

 

Hisoka had respected Milluki’s preference for pink and white. However, he updated the look: the usual button-up was swapped for a more trendy version without front pockets, the collar fashionably undone and popped. A sleek white jacket completed the ensemble, making Milluki appear like the kind of man who had a lot of money—an advantage, Illumi supposed, in this situation.

 

But Illumi liked the clothes Hisoka chose for him even more.

 

He traced a finger along the rim of his black turtleneck tank before adjusting his cropped jacket with a sharp tug. The red animal print jacket paired well with the snake pattern along his right pant leg. A pair of red and black gradient boots completed the look.

 

One point for Hisoka. Let’s hope he can keep up the good impressions.

 

"Are you absolutely sure we can trust your associate? I checked his online record. It sucks," Milluki asked.

 

"He is accustomed to these types of places, I’m sure he will be helpful to our mission."

 

"Please stop calling it that." Seeing Illumi's puzzled expression, he quickly added, “Mission.”

 

Illumi let out a small “oh” as his only reply.

 

Exactly one minute before the scheduled meeting, a figure in black and white, and striking fuchsia hair, approached. The familiar sway captured Illumi's attention right away. 

 

Hisoka's white heeled boots clicked against AiAi's cobblestone roadway. They matched his tight pants, and the way the two blended together into one pointed shape made his already long legs look never-ending. His outfit included a dark floral button-up under a white blazer. Instead of his usual tear and star, Hisoka painted a heart on each cheek.

 

"Hello," Hisoka said to Illumi, then turned to the younger Zoldyck. "And hello to you, the sweet little brother Illumi is always talking about. Delightful to meet you!" His tone dripped with exaggerated sweetness.

 

Milluki muttered something that might have been a greeting.

 

“And you’re quite nervous, I see…” Hisoka leaned down toward Milluki, "—how cute!”

 

"Don't call me cute." Milluki's face colored slightly.

 

“Oh, Millu, you are cute. As you should be, considering what this mission is about.” Hisoka grinned broadly.

 

"Alright, since we're all here, let's go," Illumi said, and moved forward.

 

Milluki's eyes, sharp as daggers, stared at Hisoka, and he seemed on the verge of retort. Yet, after a breath held too long, he chose to follow Illumi instead.

 

At the checkpoint, an NPC checked their ID cards and then gestured for them to pass to the other side.

 

When they crossed the barrier, the day turned to night and the moon replaced the sun.

 

In a blink of an eye, their surroundings changed too. The soft pastels of AiAi were replaced by vibrant reds and pinks. Everything around them—from the wares and neon signs to the glow of thousands of red lanterns hanging in the streets—blazed in these colors.

 

The trio walked down the aisle. Illumi glanced around to see it was lined with sex shops and adult clubs on either side. They were coaxing pleasure-seekers with bold signs that invited them to explore deeper temptations.

 

Around them, there was an option for every taste.

 

TittyTittyBangBang
Vibralicious Vibes
See You Latexxx
Maid in Heaven

 

Punishment World.

 

Oh.

 

That one seemed interesting. Maybe he would come back to check it out later, Illumi thought.

 

“That’s the place." Hisoka pointed a manicured nail towards a sign that read:

 

♡ Doki Doki ♡ Lonely hearts strip club

 

Hisoka reached the door and opened it as a gentleman would, gesturing for the brothers to enter first.

 

Illumi, stepped inside. He winced at the amount of pink that assaulted his eyes.

 

After a few blinks to adjust to the violent colors, he found that the club was stylish, in its own way. At least it wasn’t the kind of place he felt compelled to flee immediately.

 

It featured comfotable looking seating, designer interior, and fresh flowers on every table. There were two bars on either side of the entrance, and two runways. Ball lights drew heart shapes and swirls all along the club's ceiling, and pulsed in soft pinks to the beat of the loud, cheerful music.

 

Doki Doki was a mixed-gender strip club. There were girls stripping on the right and guys dancing to the left. All of the performers were NPCs, with large, sparkly shoujo eyes and improbable proportions—be it petite bodies with disproportionately large breasts, or muscular torsos with impossibly slim waists.

 

This is weird, Illumi thought. Did people really pay just to get aroused, without anything more? Why bother? If he wanted sex, he had Hisoka for that—free and without ever leaving home.

 

Milluki leaned closer and pointed across the room to one of the girls working the floor, rather than the stage. She appeared to be one of the hostesses for the ladies' side of the club. She wore a pink bob haircut, and a pastel pink and white uniform that looked like a mixture between that of a café waitress and a maid.

 

"That's her!" He tugged at Illumi's sleeve like he did as a child. The circumstances were weird to say the least, but somehow Illumi felt moved by the gesture.

 

Illumi glanced at Hisoka.

 

The magician caught the hint and took charge of the situation, looking seemingly at ease in this extremely unusual place. He sauntered to the hostess station while Milluki froze beside Illumi.

 

Hisoka turned on his charm and chatted with the hostesses, all smiles and pleasing words that made the girls giggle. Milluki's beloved NPC was busy somewhere else, but she noticed and approached him too.

 

"Good evening! My name is Kurimi!" She said. "Welcome to DOKI DOKI Lonely Hearts Strip Club! Are you a lonely heart looking for some love tonight?"

 

Kurimi punctuated the question with a wink, and Milluki (who was already trembling from hearing her speak for the first time) went beet red.

 

"As a matter of fact, we are," Hisoka said, gesturing to indicate his companions.

 

"Wonderful! Do you need any information on how the club operates?"

 

"No, we are familiar."

 

"That's perfect! Please feel free to sit wherever you like." Kurimi giggled, and then pressed together with two other equally cute hostesses to blow a kiss at the group. "Chu~u! ♡" They sang.

 

"Thank you, girls."

 

Hisoka gestured for the brothers to follow and chose one of the best available tables with a good view of both stages. 

 

As they settled in, Illumi observed Milluki: a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, his eyes darted from his hands to Kurimi, and then quickly away. Illumi attempted to pat his shoulder, but Milluki shrugged him off.

 

Hisoka leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers interlaced. "So, what’s our goal for tonight?"

 

Milluki glanced at Hisoka, as if remembering he was there.  

 

"What do you mean? I want to ask her on a date, obviously." 

 

Hisoka’s smile remained, though his eyes widened slightly. Illumi blinked. They had both assumed the goal of the mission was to get him laid.

 

"A date? That is so cute—"

 

"Stop calling me cute!" 

 

"Mmm," Hisoka murmured, "If it’s a date you’re after, we first need to calm those nerves." He signaled a waitress over.

 

Hisoka ordered several positions on the menu, seemingly at random, then pointed toward Milluki's crush. "And what’s her favorite drink?"

 

"Oh? Kurimi-chan?" The waitress smiled. "She loves the Sugar Stars Cocktail."

 

"Perfect. We’ll have one of those as well, please."

 

After placing the order, Hisoka excused himself for a moment.

 

"I don’t like him," Milluki said when Hisoka was barely out of earshot.

 

"You will see, he can be very useful," Illumi said with a smile that hoped to convey just that.

 

"Maybe. Still doesn't make me like him any better."

 

Just then, the waitress returned with their drinks.

 

Milluki took the cocktail Hisoka ordered for him—'First Love’s Kiss.' It was pink and looked obnoxiously sweet, decorated with sugar and candy hearts.

 

Illumi assumed that the shimmering, red flute, 'Heart Throb', was for him, seeing as it also matched his outfit. The rosé was a nice touch. Hisoka was definitely trying to butter him up.

 

That only left the cocktail for Kurimi (Illumi guessed), and a glittery white and blue drink that looked more confectionery than alcoholic with the heap of cotton candy perched on its lip. 'Sugar Daddy'. So tactless.

 

Milluki alternated between sipping his drink and twirling the glass. Illumi watched, feeling a twinge of concern, but he was sure Hisoka would deliver. As he always did.

 

As if summoned by Illumi's thoughts, Hisoka reappeared and slid back into his seat.

 

"Good news," Hisoka said, dipping a ball of cotton candy into his cocktail. "A bit of snooping around, and I’ve figured out the perfect way to approach your crush."

 

Milluki growled, but said nothing.

 

Undeterred, Hisoka elaborated. "Start with a simple compliment, something like, ‘I bet you dance better than all the beauties here.’ Once she replies, follow up with, ‘The only one I want to see dancing is you.’" He gave his drink a lazy stir, then took a sip. "That should pique her interest enough to lead you to a private room."

 

At the mention of a 'private room,' Milluki’s face flushed a deep shade of red.

 

Hisoka slid the Sugar Stars cocktail towards Milluki. "Give her this as an ice breaker."

 

Milluki took the drink in his hand and looked at the konpeito candy on top.

 

"Go on, little one, you've got this." 

 

"And we’ll be right here if you need backup," Illumi added.

 

Milluki nodded half-heartedly, as he stood. He stared at the hostess station in an almost-hypnotic trance.

 

“I... I…” Milluki rehearsed his lines out loud. "I bet you dance better than all the beauties here. The only one I want to see dancing is you."

 

"You can do it! Confident smiles, keep your posture straight!"

 

Milluki started off toward the front of the club without a word of goodbye or a thank you.

 

"I think I'd make a great big brother, don't you think, Illumi?" Hisoka said as he propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand. 

 

"You've managed well enough so far, but the mission isn't over yet." Illumi took a sip of his drink. "I hope it won't take long. I don't like this place." 

 

“Hmm?”

 

“It’s just… weird. Why would I enjoy watching strangers strip? To get hot without any gratification?”

 

“Illumi, you’re missing the point,” Hisoka said. “There is a lot you can get out of it. Entertainment. Sex chat and advice. Therapy. Memories for the wank bank.” He paused to take a sip of his drink. “Sex isn’t everything.”

 

Illumi stared at Hisoka, not understanding a single word he said. Then, he turned his attention back to Milluki—only to see him slipping away with Kurimi toward what seemed like the backstage area.

 

“Perhaps it's the ‘stranger’ aspect that's the issue? That’s an easy fix."

 

Distracted, Illumi didn't grasp the implications of Hisoka's comment. By the time he realized what was happening, Hisoka was already climbing the steps to the men's stage. He ruthlessly pushed away the male dancer who was next in line to perform.

 

The announcer attempted to intervene.

 

"Uh, sir!! Amateur night is on Wednesdays not Fridays!! Oh—he isn't listening."

 

Hisoka decided to get rid of his blazer, tossing the garment offstage and onto the young man he'd already thrown there. He began to sway his hips to the rhythm of the music.

 

"Well, apparently ladies and gentlemen we have a surprise performer tonight! Going with a… to be honest, I have no idea what you would call his theme. What is your name, sir?”

 

Hisoka approached the announcer and in a seductive tone of voice said; “You can call me Elastic Lover. I will be your new hot fantasy for the next 15 minutes or so.”

 

Hisoka stroke a provocative pose, and made a pink heart out of his nen, into which he blew an equally pink dick from his mouth. The crowd seemed to like it—enthusiastic clapping and whistles filled the air.

 

Illumi weighed his options.

 

Dragging Hisoka offstage risked disrupting their auras, possibly alarming Milluki.

 

Using his pins to incapacitate Hisoka could create panic among the patrons. Same result.

 

Talking him out of it? No, he knew well enough, that mere words wouldn't be enough to curb Hisoka’s antics. Not in this case at least.

 

Resigned, he concluded that the most pragmatic course was simply to wait it out.

 

Hisoka began his show by undoing his shirt, starting from the top. When he was somewhere in the middle, he sauntered a few steps away, stopped, and cast a flirtatious “come hither” glance over his shoulder, and continued to unbutton his shirt.

 

Once it was loose, he raised his shoulder, and let the fabric slip down just enough to tease a glimpse of his muscles. Then, slowly, he let the shirt slide off his arms and onto the floor. Beneath the shirt he wore a crop top strained tight against his torso.

 

He turned back to face the audience. He rolled his head and body back in a series of serpentine motions.

 

The crowd was getting excited and impatient. A few people shouted “More! We want to see more!”

 

Hisoka happily obliged.

 

He teased the hem of his crop top, then removed it in one smooth motion.

 

Oh

 

Oh?

 

Beneath, he was wearing a balconette bra that matched his current hair color: fuchsia.

 

How strange. Why would he wear a bra? It seemed highly inconvenient, as it didn’t serve any practical purpose.

 

While Illumi was considering this, the crowd, on the other hand, cheered and reveled in the unexpected twist.

 

As a "thank you" for the growing engagement, the magician held his hands flat under his lips and blew hundreds of pink petals in the audience's direction.

 

He was taking it slowly. Making them wait. Teasing and tempting.

 

With a smooth touch, he began caressing himself upward from his thighs, over his backside, and across his abs. Playfully, he lowered his pants just a bit, revealing more fuchsia hiding underneath the white.

 

What was a suspicion now became a certainty. Hisoka had been planning his performance all along.

 

Illumi felt the anger begin to pulse at his fingertips. He fought to keep it under control, mindful of Milluki’s presence.

 

“I feel like these pants are getting too tight to wear, care if I throw them away?” Not bothering to seek approval, Hisoka ripped the pants away, revealing the garment underneath them.

 

These were no simple panties, oh no.

 

It was pure wearable kinkiness from his stomach to his thighs—luxurious lace combined with soft strapping, cheeky cut-outs, and a high-waisted garter.

 

Hisoka looked devastatingly pretty in this set, and the sight of his lingerie treat quickly turned Illumi’s anger into pure desire.

 

Illumi made a mental note to punish him later and decided to give the performance his undivided attention from a lounge chair near the front of the stage.

 

"Oh, look, I have an admirer who is eager for a front-row experience! How delightful. Should I indulge him?"

 

He stepped off the stage and sauntered towards Illumi, sliding between his legs. He lifted Illumi’s chin with a finger and leaned in, making it look like he was going to kiss him before pushing his head back.

 

“I will give you a pretty show Mister, but remember - no touching.”

 

Hisoka placed his high heel on the seat cushion, dangerously close to Illumi’s crotch—putting his muscular thigh on show. His hand traced a path up his leg, starting at the ankle and ending near his hips.

 

Illumi followed the motion and settled his gaze on the lingerie, which he could now fully appreciate up close.

 

The set featured bondage-style detailing, silky floral lace of the highest quality, and elastic that snugly gripped Hisoka's thighs and waist. It decorated his curves beautifully.

 

Illumi felt it in his fingers, an itch to reach out and touch.

 

Honestly, touching and cherishing him was all Illumi had on his mind. How could watching Hisoka—whose body he already knew so well—spark such heat, such desire within him? He was spellbound by every move he made.

 

Illumi wondered for a moment if this was how Hisoka felt about him all the time.

 

Hisoka turned, providing Illumi with a view of his backside. He then lowered his hips closer and closer to Illumi's lap until his ass was barely above it, and he began to sway his hips left and right to the rhythm of the music. After a few movements, he pushed them forward and back, bouncing in a delicious way.

 

After a few minutes of his routine, Hisoka stood and circled Illumi’s chair, his fingers brushing against Illumi’s shoulders and making him shiver.

 

“I’m disappointed,” Hisoka said, casting a suggestive glance toward Illumi’s crotch. “I was hoping you’d be more excited to have me this close.”

 

Hisoka ran one of his fingernails down Illumi’s tense arm and over his clenched hand. Illumi fought to stay in control.

 

“It doesn’t matter. I know you'll be dreaming about me tonight.”

 

Hisoka began a slow dance. He ran his hands through his hair, down his neck, across his chest, and finally around his hips. Then, he positioned himself on Illumi’s lap, locked eyes with him, and—

 

"Go on. Pick up your phone, lover boy. I can wait."

 

Only then did Illumi realize his phone had been ringing for who knows how long. He picked it up.

 

"Yes, Mil—"

 

"This is so frustrating!" Milluki said. Hisoka leaned down to better hear the conversation, and braced his hands against the back of the seat, effectively boxing Illumi in. "Kurimi keeps repeating that she’s too embarrassed to continue dancing."


Illumi was mere inches from Hisoka’s neck; he could sense the warmth radiating from it and almost imagine how his skin would yield against his mouth. His lips twitched with the impulse to touch, to taste.

 

"Illu-nii? Illu-nii?? What should I do? She won't say anything else!"

 

Hisoka leaned in close to Illumi's ear. "She's giving you options," His voice was so near. It gave Illumi goosebumps. "You can reassure her that she doesn't need to dance, that you just want to spend some time with her... or you could offer to perform for her instead."

 

"Eww! No way am I doing the second one!"

 

The call ended abruptly.

 

For the shortest of moments, when Hisoka leaned back and their eyes locked, Illumi felt as though they were alone—not surrounded by strangers.

 

He quickly came back to reality when Hisoka decided to bring his performance to a boiling point. He started with a slow pace and then brought up the tempo. While maintaining eye contact, he began to rhythmically squat up and down, bouncing on his lap.

 

Illumi didn't know what to focus on: the feel of the muscled figure pressing against his thighs, the golden eyes locked on him, the heady scent enveloping him, or the view of Hisoka’s appetizing body on display.

 

With all the strength and enthusiasm he was putting into that, Hisoka was giving Illumi the ride of his life.

 

Just when Illumi thought he couldn't resist any longer,

 

Just when he was about to get this silly man to the nearest secluded spot, press him against a wall, and pound him mercilessly,

 

Just then, Hisoka stood up.

 

“Well, this was delightful, but my time is up. See you around, cutie-pie.”

 

Hisoka turned around and strutted right out of the room. His abandoned clothes trailed behind him, via pink strings of Bungee Gum.

 

Illumi was left out of breath. Confused.

 

Why did he…

 

Right then, he noticed the familiar aura approaching—his brother’s. It was beaming. Hisoka must have noticed too.

 

It was a wake-up call. Illumi got up and composed himself.

 

Milluki burst into the room, his hair disheveled, his shirt creased, and a triumphant grin spread across his face. He strode toward Illumi, with a somewhat more upright posture.

 

“You should have seen me back there! I was ruling the conversation - she couldn’t get enough of me!" Milluki gloated. "And the way she danced—I’m telling you, she's head over heels about me. She even asked me to come back next week to take her out on a date!”

 

Illumi smiled at him. "I'm happy that it all went well and Hisoka was of help."

 

"Tsk," Milluki's expression soured. He looked around. "...Speaking of which, where is he?”

 

Illumi tried to sound as professional and calm as ever.

 

"He had to leave early for a meeting. He asked me to say goodbye on his behalf.”

 

"Whatever. We can go now," he said and, without waiting for an answer, reached for the door with long, confident steps.

 

Illumi followed him and left Doki Doki as well.

 

The sound of the music followed him outside, along with the very fresh memories of the magician's performance.

 

~~~

 

The return home was much longer and more tedious than Illumi had predicted. Milluki insisted on re-explaining and gushing about his success, choosing to do so in the safety of Greed Island, and out of earshot of their parents—just for extra safety.

 

As Illumi understood it, all they needed to do was use the Leave cards, and they would return home, but Milluki wanted to stay and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk.

 

Illumi loved his brother, but he couldn't concentrate on a single thing he was saying.

 

He was overstimulated. All he wanted was to postpone this conversation until after he’d had some time to unwind in the solitude of his room.

 

Breathe, think, calm down.

 

It felt like an eternity before Milluki finally said, "We should get back. I don’t like leaving my computer station unsupervised for too long."

 

Illumi tried not to be too happy about it. They returned home, and after a quick goodbye, Illumi retreated to his bedroom without delay.

 

Once there, he changed into a comfortable tracksuit and threw himself onto his bed, allowing his body to sink into its softness.

 

Gradually, his muscles relaxed, and the tension melted away. His heartbeat and breathing slowed down.

 

However, his thoughts were not as easily calmed. Rather—they clung to him even more.

 

Despite knowing he should be furious at Hisoka's audacity, all he could think about was how much he wanted to have him near.

 

Cuddle up to him.
Breathe in his scent.
Caress him.
Examine his lingerie.
Touch his muscles.
Lick the sweat off his skin.
Bite into him gently.

 

Illumi was feeling hot. And he hadn't even started to think about anything too forward yet…

 

After a few moments of fidgeting in bed, he reached for his phone.

 

He opened their chat and scrolled through the photos Hisoka had sent him earlier that week. He saved each one, then opened the gallery to examine them carefully until he paused at the last image.

 

Looking at it, he imagined yanking Hisoka’s hair back roughly and pulling him into a kiss. Hisoka would return his gaze with an expression that seemed to say, I want you. All of you.

 

After a soft moan escaped his lips, Illumi realized his hand had wandered to his thighs, caressing them through the fabric. The material was already getting wet, which was baffling. How could just a few pictures and the thought of kissing and touching excite him so much?

 

For once, Illumi chose not to overthink. He slid down his pants to free his hard dick, which was screaming for attention.

 

He gave in to his body’s urgency and grabbed his leaking cock in his hand. He put his phone away and closed his eyes. He started pleasuring himself to the memory of Hisoka stripping.

 

Oh, it was a buffet of images and ideas.

 

In one fantasy, he was in their apartment, tearing that lingerie apart and right off Hisoka's body. In another, he was in the lounge of Doki Doki, pounding Hisoka right there in the middle of the room for all to see.

 

He was his, his, his…

 

As he stroked himself, Illumi imagined that his already numb hand was Hisoka’s hole, wet, warm and inviting. At the same time, he slid his free hand up under his hoodie and caressed his own body the way he wished he could be caressing Hisoka's instead.

 

It didn't take long. Illumi came with an enormous force, covering both his body and clothes in cum.

 

Typically, finishing jerking off was like waking up from a dream: he didn’t remember exactly what aroused him in the first place, and the feeling faded away with consciousness.

 

But not this time.

 

Illumi lay there, acutely aware of who was responsible for this. Who he was thinking of. Who he wanted.

 

A sigh escaped him as he acknowledged that he couldn’t wait to go home to Hisoka.

 

He wanted Hisoka to continue his performance soon.

 

But next time, only for him.

Notes:

It all started with a silly idea.

“Imagine if Hisoka and Illumi went to AiAi and Hisoka started to strip for Illumi. LOL”

But the more we were laughing and talking…the more we realized that there is a possible story behind this silly thought. And well…we decided to work on it!

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Chapter 2: A 'thank you'

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Hisoka hummed merrily to himself while he prepared tea and something tasty to snack on.

 

He decided to assemble an aesthetic charcuterie board that would be a feast of colors, textures, and flavors. On a wooden board, he placed the best quality meats and cheeses, olives, nuts, grapes, plus fresh crusty bread along with some spreads—a rich fig jam, a tangy apricot preserve, and a smooth, savory garlic herb cheese spread.

 

Illumi hadn't told him about his whereabouts, but Hisoka was certain that he would be coming back today, sooner or later.

 

He wasn't naive enough to think that they would eat this as soon as he arrived, but he knew the boost of energy after their meeting would definitely come in handy.

 

He plucked an olive between his fingertips and was contemplating where to place it when his heart started to race and his hair stood on end.

 

Hisoka would be able to identify this deliciously malevolent aura anywhere.

 

Behind him the front door opened with a creeeak.

 

“Hello, my little god of death,” he said without turning around.

 

No reply. He pivoted and saw no one, just his empty apartment and the door wide open.

 

Oh, such tasty foreplay.

 

He felt all too happy about the possibility of a fight before the fucking would begin.

 

What did Illumi have in store for him? Would his apartment still be standing after he received his punishment from his lover?

 

He couldn't wait to find out.

 

Trying not to smile too broadly, Hisoka walked to the door, moving slowly with a sway of his hips to give his silent spectator something to watch. He reached the door, closed it, and when he turned around, Illumi was there.

 

Just a few centimeters away.

 

Silently observing him.

 

Hisoka was expecting an extremely pissed-off Illumi—his violent persona that would relish delivering Hisoka some sweet, sweet punishment… which Hisoka would gladly accept after some fighting back and forth.

 

But seeing him like this, Hisoka felt just a little anxious. There was something strange behind Illumi's huge onyx eyes—something undecipherable—and his silence, normally so familiar to Hisoka, now weighed heavy in the air.

 

Was he in deep trouble?

 

“Don’t be mad, Illu. It was just for a laugh, and well, you seemed to enjoy it too.”

 

He flashed his signature ‘Hisoka smile' at Illumi—60% cunning, 30% charming, 10% cocky, and 100% horny.

 

Illumi didn't say a word. Instead, he placed a hand on Hisoka’s chest and started to slowly feel around.

 

The movement seemed more medical and sterile than intimate. Hisoka felt amused by the thought that perhaps Illumi was checking for the best spot to stab him any moment now.

 

“Come on, Illu. Let’s go to the couch and I'll show you a good time. As always," he said with a wink.

 

Illumi said nothing, and Hisoka took that as a signal to continue.

 

But as soon as he tried to move and step around the assassin, the hand resting on his body tighten its grip.

 

In one motion, Illumi spun him around and pinned him against the door. He secured Hisoka's wrists above his head and locked his legs in place with his own, preventing any easy movement from his 'target'.

 

"Ah, so you want to punish me? I have been very naughty… maybe I need to be taught a lesson?" Hisoka said enthusiastically and prodded his butt in Illumi’s direction, leaving no doubt about how he would like to be punished.

 

But instead of the hard pounding Hisoka was expecting to get, Illumi released his wrists and started tracing patterns down Hisoka’s back and around his waist, with a delicacy that was unbecoming of him.

 

This was new.

 

“Illumi, you need to start talking. I’m getting some mixed signals here.”

 

The assassin leaned closer, and his breath tickled Hisoka’s ear as he whispered,

 

“There will be punishment for you.” Illumi's silky lips placed a small kiss behind his ear, sending goosebumps cascading over Hisoka’s body. “But first, I still owe you a thank you.”

 

Hisoka moaned as Illumi slid his hand under his shirt, and began to undress him slowly.

 

“Milluki was pleased with the mission's outcome,” Illumi said as he undid Hisoka's top. 

 

“So happy to help.” The heat of their bodies was becoming unbearable. Hisoka hoped that Illumi would get rid of the rest of their clothes more quickly. “I’m more than ready for my thank you now.”

 

Illumi made a noise that sounded like… giggling? What a delightful tune. Had he ever heard it before?

 

Illumi slipped his hand into Hisoka's pants and freed his erection. The gesture was distracting enough to make Hisoka stop thinking about the giggle he might have heard.

 

It made him stop thinking altogether.

 

“No underwear? You were desperate for me, weren’t you?” Illumi's voice was barely above a whisper, as if his words were a hushed secret. “And you’re already so hard for me.” Hisoka found Illumi's low, decisive tone addictive. He felt a little weak in the knees.“Good.”

 

Yes, keep talking, keep talking…

 

Illumi pushed Hisoka's pants down, and the magician quickly kicked them away. Just like that, he was completely naked.

 

Then, using his knee, Illumi spread Hisoka's legs apart and ensured Hisoka's palms were pressed up against the door. “Stay like this.”

 

Hisoka felt the sudden absence of Illumi, and let out a grunt.

 

Illumi remained close by, and soon Hisoka heard the rustling of his clothes. He didn't know what to expect until he felt Illumi’s fingers—now much slicker and colder—handling his cock.

 

Lube.

 

“Well, I see you were quite prepared yourself.” Hisoka teased. “Were you thinking about fucking me like this?”

 

“The thought… crossed my mind.”

 

Illumi pressed his body against Hisoka's, jerking him off with slow pumps. Meanwhile, his own hard dick, still confined beneath layers of clothing, began to rub rhythmically against Hisoka’s backside.

 

He watched Hisoka's toned shoulders flex and shift under the waves of pleasure he was delivering. With his free hand Illumi savored the freedom to touch him as he pleased. He had wanted to do that so badly yesterday...

 

The memory was so exciting.

 

Illumi leaned over and bit down on Hisoka's neck. A single drop of blood welled up and slid down his milky skin, and Illumi collected it with his tongue. Hisoka cried out in pleasure.

 

Hisoka squirmed beneath him, but Illumi quickly stifled the movement, pressing him further against the door. He had him trapped and boxed in by his body, pumping his cock with slow, drawn-out strokes.

 

“Come on Illu, give me more,” Hisoka whined pleadingly.

 

“I thought you liked it slow?”

 

“Only when I’m doing the fucking.” 

 

“Too bad. I’m in charge now.” 

 

After a few more movements, Illumi released his hold on Hisoka's dick. His slicked fingers moved to Hisoka’s entrance and began to breach him open. Hisoka gasped and urged Illumi for more, but once again, Illumi took his time.

 

He was appreciating all the little details.

 

The lightly smeared make-up on his cheeks.
His disheveled hair.
His hardened nipples and tense muscles.
His moans, unbanashed and loud.
The pressing against his digits that steadily grew in number.

 

Finally satisfied, Illumi freed Hisoka from the rhythm of his fingers. He pulled out his dick and slicked it with lube. With one hand he held Hisoka's hip, while with the other, he pressed the head of his cock against Hisoka's entrance.

 

Hisoka arched his back in an invitation.

 

Illumi sank fully into Hisoka, then pulled out and slid back inside him with agonizingly slow thrusts.

 

His gaze traveled to the space where they connected, and he watched it with rekindled fascination. They had done this so many times, but had he ever truly appreciated this view?

 

It was mesmerizing to watch Hisoka open up for him, and only for him. How satisfying it was hearing his name in Hisoka's needy voice. All this heightened Illumi's craving, and suddenly he slammed into him with a force that elicited a delighted scream from his lover.

 

“Yes, yes!” Hisoka moaned. “I-Illu—umii—!!”

 

Illumi didn't need any more prompting to maintain his brutal pace.

 

Hisoka matched his enthusiasm, jutting his body backward and jerking his hips to meet Illumi's thrusts.

 

Illumi dug his fingers into Hisoka's hips and pulled him even closer. He could feel his muscles flexing just below the skin as he continued pounding him. Every movement brought pure pleasure, every touch instilled ecstasy that traveled from his loins throughout his body.

 

He wanted him so much.

 

He was his, his, his—

 

Illumi came inside Hisoka, taken aback by the abruptness of it.

 

He stilled.

 

This wasn’t good, not good at all.

 

That orgasm came too quickly, it hardly dispelled any of his pent-up lust.

 

Illumi wanted more.

 

He needed more.

 

Hisoka pleaded for more, seemingly unaware of the situation.

 

Illumi pulled out, grabbed Hisoka around the waist, and heaved him across the room onto the couch. In the blink of an eye, Illumi was straddling his thighs, leaning down to kiss him fiercely. Hisoka responded with equal fervor.

 

"God, Illumi, you're killing me today," Hisoka said when Illumi stopped kissing him and sat up. Illumi didn't waste time acknowledging this. Instead, he undressed, tearing off his top, pants, underwear, and losing his shoes in the process. He caught Hisoka's gaze, the way his eyes glided over patches of freshly exposed skin.

 

When their eyes locked, the assassin stuck out his tongue and ran his fingers over it before starting to suck them. Once wet enough for his liking, he pushed two of them into his hole and began to work himself. Hisoka's dick twitched at the sight.

 

Illumi was quick, his usual impatience getting the better of him. Not even fully ready, he started to slide onto Hisoka’s cock, which was already slick with lube.

 

The familiar stretch and ribbing from Hisoka's dick felt too good, almost overwhelmingly so. The sensation alone was enough to bring Illumi to full hardness again.

 

Once he had taken in his entire length, Illumi started to ride him. Hisoka remained still, his gaze fixed on Illumi with what could only be described as pure delight. 

 

"This enthusiasm... I could get used to it. Should we make it a regular thing?" Hisoka said.

 

"Let’s see if you can keep up with me first."

 

Illumi's first movements were slow. He wanted to fully savor the drag of the other man's skin, but soon, he felt greed well in his chest. This wasn't enough, not by a long shot. He applied his full strength to heavy, fast thrusts, bouncing up and down on Hisoka's dick.

 

His hands dug into the magician's chest, his nails cutting into the skin. Hisoka moaned, almost screamed—a sound so lewd it made Illumi crave him even more.

 

Illumi fell forward, his pace never slowing, and brought his mouth to Hisoka's. They were a panting, sweaty mess.

 

Illumi straightened up and once again changed his rhythm. He slowed his pace and opted for long thrusts, dragging out until only the tip remained inside, then pushing back and taking Hisoka's cock in deep.

 

Hisoka joined in too. His hands fondled Illumi's body while his dick met him with upward thrusts.

 

After just a few strokes, Illumi saw Hisoka tilt his head back and close his eyes. He felt him twitch below him, and the familiar heat flooded inside him. Illumi halted.

 

"Don't stop, I still have more in me," Hisoka said between his panting breaths. "Go on."

 

For a few heartbeats, Illumi observed Hisoka's heavy breathing. Then, he carried on, and as he did, cum spilled out and spread on Hisoka’s cock, and then between them, with wet, lewd noises.

 

Hisoka leered at the mess, and Illumi felt that hot and exposed feeling he had noticed before. It excited him a lot, and with Hisoka’s helping hand fondling his dick, he didn’t need more than a few pumps to come onto the magician’s chest.

 

They both took a minute to catch their breath.

 

Hisoka let out an airy laugh. “If I had known that a little stripping would get you this fired up, I would have done it a long time ago.”

 

Hisoka stretched out against the cushions. The movement caught Illumi's attention, drawing his gaze to the many grooves and cut lines of Hisoka's muscular arms.

 

“It was risky. Don't ever do that again.”

 

Illumi slipped off Hisoka but wasn’t ready to move on yet. He bowed low to kiss him, then indulged himself by groping Hisoka’s toned arms.

 

After a moment of consideration, he pressed his face into the space between Hisoka’s bicep and his head.

 

“Only private dances from now on,” Illumi whispered in his ear.

 

Hisoka grinned.

 

“As you wish.”

 

~~~

 

The first rays of sun began to filter through the window, painting the bedroom in gold. Hisoka's nude body, only partially covered by the sheets, was bathed in the morning light as well. The soft, warm hues made his figure look spectacular.

 

Illumi took a moment to look at him.

 

He looked like a god.

 

Like a statue of immortalized beauty. Attractive—almost to an unnatural degree.

 

An athletic body that was lean and muscular.

 

A face that was charismatic and desirable.

 

Would he ever get tired of this view? Of this body?

 

So far, it seemed the more he looked at and touched him, the more he wanted.

 

Never mind—these were considerations for a future Illumi.

 

Presently, he had a job to do.

 

Illumi walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets aside, revealing the rest of Hisoka's body in all its glory. For a moment, the desire to ravage him again crossed his mind, but he bound and gagged those thoughts to focus on what needed to be done.

 

He knelt beside the mattress and took Hisoka’s soft cock in his hand. Bowing his head, he began by teasing the head with his tongue, quickly bringing Hisoka to full hardness. He delivered a few long licks from the base to the tip, then gripped it with his lips and took it into his mouth.

 

That's when Hisoka woke up. His brain lagged briefly as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

 

The moment he adjusted to the light and lifted himself slightly, he saw a gorgeous crown of jet-black hair bobbing above his groin, draping down his thighs. Hisoka couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

 

"Well, if this isn’t the best wake-up call ever..." Hisoka said as he stroked a strand of hair behind Illumi's ear. He could see Illumi's eyes more clearly now, directed at him and adding more blackness to brighten his day. "Careful, Illumi, I could get addicted to this."

 

"Just relax," Illumi said, and with a hand, he eased him back down.

 

The novelty only added to Hisoka's excitement, and by now he was wide awake. He tried to lie back and be still as instructed, but from time to time, his hips pushed towards Illumi on their own, craving more.

 

Illumi didn't chastise the behavior; instead, he seemed to reward it by taking him as deep as possible. Hisoka moaned as Illumi increased his tempo, sucking him and sliding the length down his throat over and over. Hisoka twisted his hips, trying to keep his legs flat.

 

He was close, seconds from finding release between the plushness of Illumi’s lips.

 

Just then, Illumi released him and lifted his head away from the twitching cock below.

 

Hisoka watched him, waiting for some continuation—perhaps a repeat of the night before? Instead, Illumi got up and left the room without a word.

 

What—what just happened?

 

He was left speechless, and only after a moment did he shout after Illumi, receiving the shut of the front door as his only reply.

 

He grabbed his phone and called him. Illumi answered right away.

 

“Illumi, what the hell?”

 

“This is the punishment for your transgressions,” Illumi said in a calm tone, as if explaining how to tie shoelaces to a child. "Expect this situation to happen randomly two more times during sexual activities. The punishment will end once that condition is met, or when I see that you've learned your lesson.”

 

"Come on, Illumi, that's cruel. I get your point, but—”

 

“You earned it. Consider yourself lucky, I contemplated a nen chastity belt, and I might still resort to that if I see you're slow at learning your lesson.”

 

Hisoka groaned—half out of pleasure from Illumi bossing him around, and half from knowing there was no sense in trying to talk him out of it once he had made up his mind.

 

He switched tactics, his voice softer, more coaxing. "Fine, but I'm not just letting this go unfinished. You might as well join in the fun." Hisoka licked his lips. "I'll make it worth your while, despite you being such an uncaring boyfriend."

 

Hisoka could almost hear Illumi's smile through the phone as he said, “You better start thinking about what you did, Hisoka.”

 

Illumi ended the call, and Hisoka collapsed on the bed. Despite his words, his hard-on began to fade, and he wasn't really in the mood to continue what Illumi had started.

 

A grimace formed on Hisoka's lips as he contemplated the stress he would face in the coming days. Perhaps weeks.

 

He liked edging… but he didn't appreciate being tricked. Moreover, he despised the randomness of it all. Every time they had sex, he would fear losing himself completely to the pleasure. And Illumi? He would probably be making fun of him, deliberately slowing the rhythm and watching him with a malicious gleam in his eyes.

 

But he didn't feel bloodlust or resentment. He had known for a long time—every sulk, every whim, every sign of brutality—

 

Illumi was worth it. Everything was worth enduring, worth adoring.

 

And after all, after witnessing Illumi's passionate response to his stripping, he knew one thing:

 

He didn't feel sorry at all.

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Chapter 4: Gallery of memes!

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