Enthrall
By SMYGO4EVA
Illumi had no need for friends. Such things were temporary, anyway. He was not trained for that closeness, nor was he capable of it. He was an assassin, one of the best, and his life was centered around knowing how to pull the strings, and how to silence his target forever. Sure he had acquaintances, and he saw them on occasion, but not friends or companions.
But Hisoka, he was different.
The magician was an open book. Yet he was elusive, cunning, and unpredictable. He loved power, and above all else, he was a fighter. In the brief times they shared together, moments in the dark, Hisoka's nails dug into Illumi's hands, entwining their fingers together. Like a vice, he wrapped himself around the assassin, breath heavy, eyes glazed over with lust. His movements were eager, vicious, and needy.
Illumi was drawn to Hisoka, as the magician was like a moth to the flame that was the assassin. He could not help that, he knew why, but he would rather not say.
Hisoka pressed his lips on Illumi's, bruising kisses, swollen flesh together, and grinding himself as they found a rhythm that was theirs. The magician straddled the assassin, moving slowly, and then speeding up his pace, pressing their bodies together. Their members rubbed and rutted, the friction and pleasure welling up inside, with nothing left between them.
Illumi let out a shuddering breath reaching unholy ecstasy, with Hisoka moaning to his own completion, their hands tangled, never letting go as pearly white release splashed onto the other's stomachs.
These shared moments of bliss were in the dark, and that was more than enough for them. They were not friends, and yet not lovers.
What they had enthralled them completely.