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Illumi replayed Hisoka's words over again in his head as he sat on the roof of the apartment building overlooking the city. His eyes stared out at the people down below, but he only saw Hisoka's face.

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"Illumi, you're so beautiful here."

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The wind howled as it swept through the city's many skyscrapers, but Illumi could only hear Hisoka's voice.

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"This is just for me now"

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The echoes of Illumi's morning encounter still weighed heavy on Illumi's mind. He had sex. Actual, real, sex, with Hisoka. No matter how many times he replayed it, he had to admit, he liked it. What troubled him further, was that he wasn't expecting it to be as... intimate... as it was. The compliments, the eye contact... It was a lot more involved than Illumi expected.

Just as he thought it over again, he sensed Chrollo open the roof access door.

"Illumi?" Chrollo sat next to the sulking assassin on the apartment roof. The wind blew gently, just enough to make Chrollo shiver. Illumi held his knees to his chest, hoping somehow, they would protect him from his own thoughts.

Chrollo opened his mouth to say something, but Illumi spoke first.

"I thought I had Hisoka pretty figured out. Now I'm just confused." Illumi didn't look away from the bustling scene.

Chrollo cleared his throat, "Okay, I understand you want to have a heart-to-heart with me, but I just came up here to see if you wanted to come down yet."

"Sex with him wasn't at all like I imagined it would be."

"Illumi, buddy, the last thing I want to talk about is what sex with Hisoka is like."

"Some of the things he said were more possessive than I was ready for."

"Yikes. I can see you're very busy sulking, so I'll leave you to it." Chrollo stood up with a grunt. He began to turn around but was interrupted by a soft tug on the leg of his pants. He looked down to see Illumi's long fingers holding the hem of his pants, keeping him from leaving.

"Do you really plan on fighting Hisoka when you get your Nen back?" Illumi's voice was just loud enough to hear over the wind.

Chrollo sighed, placing his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "You know I can't let him live after what he did."

"Even after all of this?"

"All of what? Did you think that just because we live together and braid our hair sometimes I can forgive him for helping that blond-haired brat kill members of my troupe?"

Illumi quietly thought about his own role in the grand orchestrated betrayal that set Chrollo against Hisoka. Illumi knew his relationship with Chrollo, strange as it was, would probably sour if Chrollo found out that Illumi disguised himself as Hisoka. It probably also wouldn't help that Illumi's reasoning for helping Hisoka was simply because Illumi knew Hisoka longer. After having been forced to live with both men, he questioned the logic of how he placed his loyalties. All things considered, he still knew Hisoka better than he knew Chrollo, and would probably choose him again.

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A gust of wind blew through the air between them. Illumi slowly turned to look at Chrollo. His face was stone cold like it always was, but even Chrollo didn't need to look twice to see the shattered expression that Illumi wore.

"I've never seen this side of Hisoka before."

Chrollo sighed before speaking again. "Illumi, you know Hisoka. You know he is sneaky. He is a liar, and above all else, he's a transmuter. I hate to break it to you, but anything and everything he says and does has a purpose, and it's not always clear at first what that purpose is. He always has an agenda." Chrollo watched Illumi follow along with his words closely, saying nothing. Chrollo continued, "Hisoka most likely has hidden intentions. Besides... you're probably not the only person Hisoka has wrapped up in his tricks."

"What do you mean?"

"To put things in simply, Hisoka wants you to be a side hoe."

"…a side who now?"

Chrollo sighed. "Like, you know… a side hoe. Someone who you have sex with, but you don't get too attached to."

Illumi blinked. "That's absurd. I am no side hoe."

"You might say that, but to Hisoka, you're just… another fun time. Why do you think he didn't bother to tell you he was leaving until after he deflowered you? He didn't want to get into your emotions."

"Good thing I don't have any then."

"You don't have any what?"

"Emotions. I was trained as an assassin to have as few emotions as possible."

Chrollo scoffed."I'm going to go ahead and call bullshit on that. You are literally on the roof like an angst-filled teenager. You have emotions, because like it or not, you are a human being."

"No, I am an assassin."

"Goddammit Illumi. You may be an assassin but that doesn't make you any less of a person. You have emotions and you're going to have to deal with them. If you're not coming down I'm going out to eat. Hisoka is cooking and I cannot have any meal alone with him anymore. This morning after your little hiccup he bungee gummed my coffee mug to the table and I'll be damned before he pulls another one on me." Illumi listened to Chrollo's footsteps grow fainter as he walked away. He said nothing as Chrollo left the roof; he simply glared at the tiny people going about their lives down below. He watched unblinking and unforgiving until his stomach grumbled.

"I suppose I should eat." Illumi sighed. He left the roof and headed downstairs to see about dinner.

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As he walked into the apartment, his senses were bombarded with pleasant smells and sounds. He meandered to the kitchen following the echoes of a knife chopping against a wooden cutting board and the scent of freshly cut vegetables. He had always loved being in the kitchen when the butlers would prepare dinner. He loved the smell of the different spices and sound of sizzling meat on a pan. He could feel his tongue watering as the faint sounds of popping oil sang on the back burner. He knew that it was Hisoka cooking right now, but he didn't really believe it until he saw him in standing at the counter with a knife in hand. Hisoka was shirtless and his hair was a hot mess, still not brushed or styled.

It was the first time Illumi had really seen Hisoka's back in full lighting. The scars on his back were clear now, and most of them looked like they had been acquired through fighting, but there were a few that Illumi recognized as scars only dealt through a precise and methodical torture. Illumi did his best to ignore the questions bubbling up inside him.

"You can keep staring at my sexy butt or you can make yourself useful," Hisoka said, not turning away from what he was doing.

"I wasn't staring."

Hisoka turned his head to great Illumi with a smirk. "Ah, but you agree my butt is sexy?"

"No," Illumi said as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. As he rinsed his hands he observed the contents of the counter and the stove. He could see that Hisoka had already prepared what appeared to be some kind of tentacled sea creature. It sat on a pan near the back of the stove, ready to be added to whatever dish Hisoka was cooking up. In front of Hisoka were vegetables and spices waiting to be cut and separated.

"You look like you need help." Illumi smiled and picked an apron off the wall.

Hisoka nodded. "Just don't poison me again."

Illumi smiled to himself at the thought of adding a lethal dose of arsenic to Hisoka's food as he selected a perfectly sharpened knife to cut the bell peppers. He tied an apron around his waist and got to work next to Hisoka.

"What are we making?"

"Paella. It's a Spanish dish."

"A what dish?"

"Spanish, like from the country? Spain?"

"What?"

"Spain. España."

"Spain?"

"Yeah."

"You're making that up."

"What? No, I'm not. Spain is a country with a rich history and-"

"Bullshit that's not a country. Never seen it on the map."

"Illumi, it's a country. They speak Spanish and have really awesome guitars. In fact, my favorite music happens to be-"

"Okay man, whatever you say," Illumi spoke skeptically.

Hisoka pouted but continued his chopping as Illumi stared at the bright red peppers in front of him. They looked perfectly ripe and their scent was potent as Illumi sliced into them precisely and evenly. He worked quietly as he listened to Hisoka's blade quickly chopping against the cutting board in front of him. Illumi felt calm, but he noticed several times that the soft chopping noise coming from where Hisoka was working would sometimes pause. The silence was almost always followed by the sound of a sniff. Illumi looked to his left and saw Hisoka rubbing his eyes with the back of his right hand – knife still held tight.

"Hisoka?" Illumi stared at the shirtless man beside him, and it was at that moment that Illumi saw Hisoka's puffy eyes let a tear escape and roll down his cheek.

"Hisoka... Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?"

"I…" Hisoka trailed off as he looked at Illumi. He wiped his face again with the back of his hand and blinked a couple of times before speaking again.

"Are you... crying?"

"My… eyes are just so sensitive whenever I chop onions. I tear up just about every time." Illumi looked down at Hisoka's chopping board to see the onion he had been chopping finely.

"Onion?"

"Yeah, sorry that I look like a mess right now."

"I thought you were crying."

"Nope, just onions." Hisoka smiled and tilted his head.

Illumi squinted at Hisoka for a moment, but eventually looked away from the smug face of the jester and continued to slice the pepper in front of him. Hisoka rubbed his eyes then chopped the last of the onion in front of him.

"That's unsanitary." Illumi mumbled to himself.

"Hey, Illumi..."

"Hmm?" Illumi didn't bother to look away from his cutting board.

"I... I didn't mean to hide from you that I was leaving. I was going to tell you first thing in the morning but-"

"But then you fucked me instead." Illumi looked over to Hisoka as he finished slicing the second pepper.

"If I remember correctly, it takes two to tango." Hisoka leaned on the counter, smiling at his roommate.

"What else do you need me to slice?" Illumi was clearly not amused. Hisoka sighed.

"If you could mince some garlic, I'd appreciate it."

Illumi grabbed two cloves of garlic.

"Illumi," said Hisoka as he poured oil into a pan, "I don't want you to think that I just wanted to mess around before I left. I honestly didn't expect that to happen."

"Sure." Illumi's voice was indifferent to Hisoka's apology.

"Right…" Hisoka watched Illumi silently for just a moment. His face was expressionless and calm. There was something beautiful in that way, and Hisoka wondered if when Illumi was older if he'd have less wrinkles than most. Hisoka smiled, then gathered the peppers and chopped onion and scraped them off the cutting board and into the pan with his knife. Illumi leaned on the counter by the sink and crossed his arms.

"Whatever you're trying to do, I won't buy it." Illumi spoke as he watched Hisoka stir the vegetables with a wooden spoon.

"Illumi I'm just trying to apologize."

"Don't think for a second that I actually trust you."

"I never asked you to trust me, I just don't want you to think ill of me."

"Since when have you given a damn about what I think of you?"

Hisoka met Illumi's stare. "Do I sense a tinge of bitterness?"

"Not in the slightest," Illumi said coldly. "Do you need anything else?"

Hisoka sighed and pointed his spoon at the jar of rice sitting on the counter behind Illumi. "Pour about two cups into that bowl over there," Hisoka commanded.

The assassin scoffed but moved anyway and worked in silence to pour out the long grain rice. Hisoka shifted his weight onto one foot. "Illu, I don't want you to be mad at me."

"I am not angry with you, I just think it would be best if we never have sexual relations again."

Hisoka was silent for a moment, and Illumi hoped that he would leave the conversation at that, but Hisoka had other plans. "Did you not have fun?"

Illumi's brows furrowed. He did have fun. He enjoyed himself very much, but Hisoka didn't need to know that. Illumi turned to look at Hisoka. "I'd rather chew glass than do that again."

"Harsh words... but that wasn't what you were saying in my bed this morning." Hisoka lowered the heat on the stove and mixed in the garlic before leaving the pan unmonitored to creep in close to his roommate. Illumi focused his eyes on the faucet next to him as he tried to conceal the visible heat coloring his face. Hisoka closed the space between them as he whispered into Illumi's ear,

"In fact, I think the exact words you used were 'Yes, Please.' I think in all the years I've known you, I've never heard you say such polite little words."

Illumi felt the rush of blood pumping through his body as if Hisoka's taunting stirred up something inside him. His heart beat faster in his chest and he knew Hisoka could sense his discomfort. He quickly pushed Hisoka off of him and scoffed. "I won't fall for your tricks, magician. I refuse to be another one of your side hoes."

"I'm sorry, did my ears deceive me or did you just say side hoes?"

"Do not mock me! You and I both know what this morning was about. You got your way this time but never again, you uncultured slut!"

"Ouch. Illumi I don't think you're-"

"No. I get it, I really do. You're out to humiliate me. I won't have it. I'm not your toy."

"Illumi, what I'm saying is-"

"And another thing, I don't care what your intentions were by not telling me that you were leaving, but it still would have been nice to know being your roommate and all."

Illumi halted mid-sentence as Hisoka held Illumi's face in his hands. Illumi grabbed hold of Hisoka's wrists to try and stop him from getting any closer. It was only then that Illumi realized his breathing was harsh and quickened.

Hisoka's gold eyes stared into his, and Illumi swallowed. He blinked, trying to remember to breathe, and his heart began to calm. He opened his eyes carefully and breathed in slowly before facing Hisoka's stare at full force again.

"Illumi," Hisoka whispered, "I wasn't trying to embarrass you, and I don't... I don't have others."

"I highly doubt that." Illumi shifted his eyes trying to escape Hisoka's stare. Hisoka gently tilted Illumi's face back to face him.

Illumi's nose crinkled. "Stop that. Your hands smell like onion."

"I don't go around sleeping with people for kicks and giggles." Hisoka's eyes were wide with intent.

Illumi didn't struggle against the contact. "Fine. I believe you," Illumi said with a huff. Hisoka smiled. "Are we good then?"

"No, we're not. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

Hisoka shifted his weight to one foot. "I didn't tell you that I was leaving because I honestly didn't think about it. This morning when I woke up the only thing I could think about was how delicious you looked. Everything left my mind when I saw you looking at me the way you were. You looked at me like you thought I was beautiful. I got drunk off of that and everything became hazy like a dream. I know it was stupid of me not to tell you, but I don't want you to feel hurt because of me."

Illumi stared at Hisoka. There was a silence in the kitchen, and between the two of them, words unspoken. The air was thick with the words Illumi was trying to pull together. Things he wanted to say.

Instead of saying what he wanted to, he went with: "Who said I felt hurt?" Illumi crossed his arms, hoping his face wasn't still red.

Hisoka smirked. "Illumi, it's obvious you like me."

So, he was still red. "No, you're just full of yourself."

Hisoka leaned closer to Illumi slowly. The distance between them was already alarming, but as Hisoka continued to close the space, Illumi couldn't help but focus on Hisoka's lips, which were slightly parted. Illumi followed suit and opened his lips as their faces met. Hisoka moved his hand from Illumi's face to rest on the counter behind him. Illumi could feel weight backing him against the sink counter. Their lips moved together in harmony.

The sounds of sizzling in the background mixed with the soft sound of their kissing. And there he was again, kissing Hisoka, and letting it happen. He needed to stop the kiss. He had to, but he didn't.

Hisoka pulled back first. "The garlic is burning," Hisoka's voice was somewhere between a whisper of a statement and a tease.

Illumi stood, dazed and dumbfounded, not saying anything as Hisoka turned away to tend to the stove. He stirred vegetables around in a large pan, saying nothing as he worked. Illumi noticed Hisoka's calm expression, as if he didn't ever need to concentrate much on what he was doing. The way he moved suggested he was cooking from memory.

"Illumi, the rice." Hisoka's voice brought Illumi out of his observation. He took the rice, and following Hisoka's instruction, poured it into the pan with the vegetables.

They worked quietly together for some time without further incident.

Hisoka stayed near the stove, watching the dish cook. Illumi took to clearing the counter of the cutting boards and knives. He cleaned the table and set down Hisoka's only pair of plain white plates. They were the sole collection of dishes Hisoka owned that didn't have some sort of vulgarity on them. Illumi silently thanked whatever deity was up there that Hisoka had at least these. Illumi gathered two wine glasses out of the cabinet and rinsed them off.

"Hisoka, what should we drink?"

"You can pick something from the wine closet." Hisoka spoke as he remained at the stove, carefully watching the rice.

Illumi poked his head into Hisoka's wine closet. It had a decent selection, and Illumi pulled a few bottles from their cubbies to look at them. Nothing really interested him until he pulled a green bottle with gold labeling.

"Hisoka?" Illumi called out.

"What is it?" Hisoka yelled back.

"Where did you say this dish originated?"

"Spain!"

Illumi studied the bottle. It read, "Esmeralda's 'Spanish Fly' Sangria. Hecho en España. Made in Spain."

Illumi mumbled to himself again about how he was certain 'Spain' wasn't a real country.

"'Kay thanks." Illumi took the bottle with him to the dining table and poured a glass for himself and Hisoka.

"Dinner is served," Hisoka gleamed as he set the pan on the table and spooned out a serving for the two of them onto each plate.

Illumi took off his apron and hung it back on its rack. Hisoka had not bothered to put on a shirt, and Illumi knew Hisoka had noticed that it made him uncomfortable.

"Is everything alright?"

"Hisoka, why do you insist on eating dinner naked?"

"I'm not naked."

"The butlers never would have allowed any of us to even go outside our rooms without proper attire much less show up to dinner without a shirt."

"Is that why you dress the way you do?"

"Pardon?"

"Nothing."

Illumi squinted at the grinning magician but decided to ignore him and enjoy the food. Illumi hated to admit, but it was damn near perfect. Hisoka took a sip from his glass and smiled.

"What's so funny?"

"Which bottle did you pull from the rack?"

"That one." Illumi gestured to the bottle sitting at the edge of the table where Chrollo usually sat. Hisoka squinted at the bottle and then at Illumi.

"I'd like to start by saying that I only accept apologies in cash or sexual favors."

"Excuse me?"

"Your apology."

"For what?"

"For-"

Illumi was reaching for his glass for another sip, but Hisoka quickly placed his hand over the top of it to stop him.

"I'm afraid I cannot let you drink any more of that Sangria."

"Hisoka, we've been through this. I can handle my liquor."

"Not this one."

Illumi glanced down at his drink and Hisoka's hand, then back at Hisoka's face.

"You've poisoned me."

"That's where you're wrong. You poisoned both of us. Again."

"I have done no such thing."

"Ah, so the fact that you picked this bottle and didn't immediately put it back tells me that you probably have no idea what's in this."

"Impossible. I have extensive knowledge of poisons." Illumi yanked the bottle off the table to read the label. "Esmeralda's 'Spanish Fly' Sangria."

"Spanish Fly, my dear Illumi, is a powerful aphrodisiac." Illumi looked at Hisoka bewildered.

"You know how people eat oysters or asparagus or even chocolate because they think that it'll put them in the mood to have sex?"

"No, that doesn't make any sense."

"Yeah, most of them don't really work."

"Oh, but then why do people-"

"People get horny and want to seduce other people by the means of food but that's not the point, Illumi."

"What is the point then?"

"Spanish fly actually works, and boy does it work well. It only works on men, but it can be deadly. Even the smallest overdose can cause an erection lasting so long to require hospitalization and you just served it to both of us in a wine glass."

Illumi glanced to the bottle and then back to his wine glass. "Why the hell would you have this in your wine cellar?"

"Fuck I don't know maybe I stole it from someone I killed who poisoned people with it on the regular but that's not the point here, Illumi! This is a PAINFUL way to die if we've overdosed on it. How much did you drink?"

"I..." Illumi glanced at his glass. "It's half full still!"

"FUCK that means it's half empty!"

"Is that bad?"

Hisoka didn't miss a beat as he jumped across the table at Illumi and began to frantically tug at Illumi's pants.

"Hisoka!" It was at this point that Illumi noticed his whole body felt hot and that his pants were tight against him. He could feel his blood rushing through him and as he looked down he could tell he was already getting a boner.

"Well, that's new." Illumi said to himself.

"Take off your pants!"

"I don't want-"

"Illumi I'm not kidding take off your pants!"

"At least kiss me first!" Illumi covered his mouth as soon as the words left his lips.

Hisoka ceased his attempt at the pants in front of him to look up at Illumi, who looked back at him with an expression Hisoka had not seen on Illumi's face before. His eyes were wide and his face was flushed.

"Okay," Hisoka smirked and straddled Illumi's lap, slowly moving closer to Illumi's face.

Illumi was painfully aware of Hisoka's erection, as well as his own. And yet Hisoka was dragging out this moment, trying to savor watching Illumi get excited.

But Illumi was too uncomfortable and Hisoka was taking too long.

Illumi quickly pulled Hisoka's face towards his own. Hisoka kissed back for a moment, and Illumi could feel him grinding against his lap. The assassin could feel Hisoka's curves sliding against Illumi's bulge through the layers of their clothes. The pressure building in his pants was becoming too tight as Hisoka swiveled hips against Illumi. Hisoka pulled away, and as their spit still connected the two of them, they studied each other's faces with dilated pupils and bright red faces like animals in heat.

"Illumi," Hisoka sighed, "...we don't have a whole lot of time. Take your pants off."

"But my butt is still kind of tender."

"It's okay, I can ride you but we need to hurry." Hisoka stood up and reached into his back pocket for a small packet.

"I guess the paella will have to wait." Illumi said jokingly. Hisoka slid his pants off and Illumi undid his belt, following Hisoka's lead and slipping his pants off quickly.

"Fuck the paella." Hisoka sat on Illumi's lap, straddling his legs. He cut open the packet with his teeth and squeezed out a clear liquid.

"Lube?"

"Lube."

Hisoka rubbed the slick lubricant onto Illumi. Illumi breathed in as he felt Hisoka grip onto him, the slick lube making a lewd noise that only made Illumi's head feel lighter. He watched Hisoka as he stretched himself with his fingers quickly, lubing his insides for Illumi.

"Damn." Illumi whispered. Hisoka bit his lip, as he fingered himself on Illumi's lap, completely naked, as if putting on a show for him.

Illumi stroked himself as he watched, mesmerized.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?" Hisoka's voice was low and hoarse, and Illumi gathered his own voice would probably not be much better. He nodded, and Hisoka smiled.

"I can make your dick disappear." Hisoka closed his eyes as he lifted his hips and guided Illumi's dick to touch his entrance, and said, "Now you see it,"

"Hisoka, I already have to fuck you please don't make it any weirder." Illumi stopped talking as he felt Hisoka begin to slide his hips down onto Illumi.

"Now you don't" Hisoka started to chuckle but went into a groan as he bottomed out against Illumi's hips, feeling all of him inside.

The encompassing warmth tantalized Illumi as he watched Hisoka's expression carefully. His mouth hung open and his eyes clamped shut, Illumi found this version of Hisoka quite enjoyable.

"Hi-Hisoka..." Illumi allowed his hands to slide up Hisoka's legs to his abdomen, then his chest. Every curve and edge of him breathed into his palms. Every inch of skin Illumi could touch was hot against his fingertips.

"Fuck, Illumi I knew you were big but right now you feel unbelievable." Hisoka slid his hips up again, only to bring it back down while grinding down in a circle. Illumi thrusted upwards against Hisoka, and much to Illumi's delight, made him yelp in a high-pitched moan.

"You moan like a slut."

Hisoka chuckled, "You know you like it."

Illumi grabbed hold of Hisoka's ass and bounced him up and down against his lap. Hisoka's red face was a work of art that Illumi enjoyed viewing as he moaned. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were half closed. His mouth stayed open, allowing every breath and moan to escape with ease. Illumi wanted more, but he could also sense Hisoka's skin become alarmingly feverish. He glanced down to see Hisoka's raging erection twitching with anticipation. The elixir was definitely doing a number on the magician.

"Hisoka, hold on to me." Hisoka wrapped his arms around Illumi's neck. Illumi lifted Hisoka up with ease as he stood to clear space on the table. He pushed aside his plate and knocked over his glass as he laid Hisoka against the table's surface. The dark Sangria spilled onto the white tablecloth, and Illumi looked to see if Hisoka would be angry that the tablecloth was ruined, but when he saw Hisoka smiling and moving the way he was, he knew exactly far gone his roommate was.

"Illumi," Hisoka purred. "Fuck me hard."

"Fuck." Illumi felt a shiver run down his spine as Hisoka spoke. He pulled out of Hisoka and grabbed him by his arm.

"Turn over." Illumi demanded.

Hisoka bit his lip as he flipped himself over. As Illumi began to position himself properly to re-enter, Hisoka reached to pull his ass up and apart, allowing Illumi to see everything.

"You even get ready for me like a slut."

"Call me slut again."

Illumi wasn't sure at first what to do, his mind went blank.

"Fuck me already" Hisoka whined

Illumi, almost instinctively slapped Hisoka's ass. "You don't get to tell me what to do."

"What if I say please?"

"That's better...slut" Illumi thrust forward into Hisoka, and sighed as he heard the beautiful sound of Hisoka's moan. He reached around to caress Hisoka's dick, which was dripping with precum. Hisoka's hips jerked around slightly as Illumi began to stroke his partner with a tight grip.

"Fuck you feel so good." Hisoka's hands had moved away from his hips and now grasped at the tablecloth. Illumi drove his cock into Hisoka, much to Hisoka's enjoyment.

"You like this don't you?"

"Nobody fucks me as good as you, Illumi!"

"You would know, wouldn't you, little slut?"

"Yes I would! Ah! I- I'm a cumslut Illumi!" Illumi grabbed Hisoka by the neck and held him down. He leaned forward to whisper into Hisoka's ear.

"You're a disgusting, filthy slut."

Hisoka whined and writhed as Illumi spoke. Illumi picked up the pace in his hand and with his hips, ravaging Hisoka. Hisoka met each ram from Illumi with a twirl of his hips, allowing them to grind against each other at every meeting. The symphony of their hot skin against each other and Hisoka's moans combined with Illumi's grunts and sighs echoed in the empty apartment. The half-eaten rice lay cold on the table next to the vulgar scene unfolding on the dinner table on top of Hisoka's favorite tablecloth, now stained with a mixture of body fluids and red sangria. As the food grew cold, the symphony neared its climax.

"I-Illumi I think I'm gonna- Ah!" Hisoka writhed as his orgasm washed over him and he came on the table and floor beneath him. Illumi moved his hand away from Hisoka's dick, now fulling concentrating on finishing himself. Grunts seemed to leave his mouth from his throat involuntarily as he fucked Hisoka against the table, bringing himself to finish. He thrust forward, and leaned on top of Hisoka's back, biting him on his shoulder as he came inside his roommate.

Hisoka groaned in pain at the sensation, and Illumi let his bite grip release at the sound. He pulled out and watched his cum drip out of Hisoka's ass and onto the floor.

Hisoka panted. "Fuck."

"Fuck, indeed." Said Illumi.

"What the fuck?" Said Chrollo.

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Chapter 5, fin

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DISCLAIMER

THE APHRODISIAC, SPANISH FLY, IS REAL AND DEADLY. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CONSUME IT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. IT CAN CAUSE BLISTERS IN THE PENIS AND IS AN AWFUL WAY TO DIE. DO NOT ATTEMPT. I REPEAT. DO NOT ATTEMPT. LIBERTIES HAVE BEEN TAKEN WITH THE INGREDIENT FOR THIS STORY'S PURPOSE. IT IS ACTUALLY QUITE UNPLEASANT AND DOES NOT WORK EXACTLY HOW I HAVE WRITTEN IT TO WORK FOR THIS CHAPTER. ONCE AGAIN, I URGE YOU NOT TO ATTEMPT ACQUIRING SPANISH FLY. IF YOU DO ATTEMPT TO CONSUME, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR DECISION TO HAVE A REALLY BAD TIME.

DISCLAIMER OVER

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I re-wrote / edited this chapter because let's be real I love writing smut and this was one of my favorite chapters to write.

Just FYI I'm going through the earlier chapters and updating them as I go because like when I originally wrote these I didn't really edit them all too well and English is my second language so like I've learned a lot (I hope) since then.

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