Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The sound of six inch obsidian platforms walking up the pearl stairs of the palace affirmed the higher social status of Mo Shi's finest concubine.
Hair as black as a raven, woven with silk as fresh as a young spider's. Skin as white as purity itself, so soft a commoner could melt in it if not too careful. Slender and beautiful, charming and graceful, all the requirements were met. Illumi knew his worth as Hisoka's highest rank concubine.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Each step up Illumi made reminded him of the steps he had to take to get to where he was now. Each step up filled Illumi with the anticipation and joy of a New Years firecracker. He could hardly contain his excitement. After tonight, Illumi was sure Hisoka would get rid of that wretch Kimora and make him the official Empress of the palace. He relaxed his walk, swayed his hips a little, and swept the dust off the rail with his middle and index fingers. His elegant smile hid the insidious agenda behind it.
He made it, to the foot of the chambers of the Emperor, Hisoka Morow.
"Your Highness, your special concubine has arrived."
"Bring him here," a distant, but powerful voice commanded the small servant. The servant grimaced at the request, but didn't hesitate to follow his command. The servant cautiously guided the ill tempered concubine to the edge of master's curtained bed. He had done this many a time, and each time the concubine had not been afraid to harass, gawk at, or physically assault the poor attendee. But tonight was different. Instead of the face of a beautiful monster he saw the eyes of a desperate child willing to do anything for the taste of luxury. He quietly left them alone.
"Mm, don't be shy, my darling. Come here, to your emperor."
Lavender incense wafted around in silence, as illumi opened the curtains to the masters lair, and unveiled a naked Hisoka. Illumi slowly climbed up the bed, biting his lip as he trembled towards Hisoka. He knew that was what his majesty liked. And what he wanted, he did receive. A long sigh is what escaped Hisoka's rose colored lips when his concubine was finally within his grasp. The smoke of his silver pipe hissed at Illumi's porcelain face.
"You look beautiful as always, my luscious purebred pussy. Tell me, What do you have in store for me tonight?"
Illumi didn't speak. He was being tested. The Emperor always preferred his boy toys nice and quiet. The more subservient, the more delicious. In superstition, anyways. He moved towards the other side of the bed, and laid upon the pillow next to Hisoka. He spread his body wide open for Hisoka to enter.
"Take me, Your majesty, and you shall see what withers and whimpers just for you."
Hisoka turned to his side, and and firmly placed both arms on either side of illumi's head, until his body engulfed Illumi's. With his palm, he caressed Illumi's soft and tender face. Hisoka lowered his face to match Illumi's, until their lips were only millimeters apart. He gave out a low chuckle, and whispered into Illumi's ear:
"That's sweet, my darling..angel, but you'll have to try harder than that to be my empress."