Beatific
By SMYGO4EVA
Chrollo didn't expect this, not even in his wildest dreams, nor his darkest fantasies.
This was his reality.
The air fell to a deafening silence, even as his body burned over, his flesh reddened, and his breaths quick and broken. Two hours had passed, though it felt like an eternity.
Hisoka's mouth pressed hard against his lips, groaning in pleasure as he rutted his throbbing length against him; he was enjoying this too much. He was relishing in his victory, through and through.
Grey eyes peered into warm, baleful gold.
The leader of the Spider could not help but shiver under the intensity of the magician's gaze, nor did he expect another pair of eyes and hands right behind him.
The other man, Illumi Zoldyck, held him still, his hands like ice all over his bare chest, low murmurs against his sweat-slicked neck.
Illumi was an interloper, much like Hisoka was in the beginning, when everything started to fall apart.
Rematch.
Chrollo Hisoka's low and deep moans, and Illumi's looking him over, sizing him up, shamelessly undressing him.
Rematch.
He was bested, he lost this time, and Hisoka knew that all too well.
It was time to collect his prize.
"Just get it over with." Chrollo had uttered when it all began.
He had failed, and he paid the price.
His cock thickened, and long, slender fingers stroked him up and down, along with feeling the undeniable sensation of being speared.
Chrollo let out a ragged cry, as Hisoka took him over and over, the magician's moans growing louder and louder.
Illumi's fingers kept pleasuring him, as his other hand clamped around the leader's throat, tilting his head up.
Chrollo let his mouth wrap around the other man's length, his hand tightening.
He could barely breathe, but beatific pleasure flared and bubbled inside him, tightening, all consuming, and ready to snap.
A gasp escaped his swollen lips, drool trickling down his mouth.
Hisoka held him upright, his mouth on his neck, murmuring whispers in his ear, thrusting in over and over, knowing full well that Chrollo could not talk back.
God, Hisoka, his enemy, Illumi, interloper, they both made him feel pleasure and exquisite pain, and Chrollo could tell they were close…
And so was he.
With a muffled moan, Chrollo felt himself orgasm, stars in his eyes, white hot spurts onto the floor, just as Hisoka moaned out his release, wet and thick inside the leader of the Spiders, with Illumi following suit with a quick grunt into the man's mouth.
It was all said and done for quite some now, and they got what they wanted out of him.
Chrollo collected himself from the room, having cleaned up and dressed in his clothes, and he left the room.
He didn't dare look back, his eyes burning.
They would be back, and for whatever forsaken reason, he was alright with that.