Killua peeks through a tear in the tent, both to protect the blind spot between the vendors and the crowd and to get a free view. The show's going without a hitch as far as he can tell, he made sure people didn't fuck up between shows, directing the damn things was someone else's job. The clown's happy, the lights are blaring enough to give him a goddamn headache and the crowd sure as hell ain't helping but everyone's busy, now he can finally head to his own trailer and get some down time.
Ah, Gon comes twisting his cute little ass out with a brigade of bunnies. He might as well stay, at least until its time for the intermission. How cute, the little fuck up's playing with the rabbits. He's got such nice, smooth long legs, kicking them up in the air as he swings the hula hoop under them, nice and tone. Such a smile too, no idea why he wastes it on that pain in the ass blondy. Hard to watch him be so beaming and bright when he could have that mouth screaming his name for days.
Such a cutie, that he can hardly feel the eyes on his back until its too late and he can't hide. Illumi's there, nonplussed and having the sort of mona lisa smile that's a beacon for trouble.
"What are you doing?" Illumi looks at him with his head cocking to the side in feigned curiosity. Doesn't matter what he's doing, never matters what he's doing, Illumi's not going to be pleased.
"I was watching the show, plus I'm making sure no one sneaks out from the tent and tries to grab something from the vendor stalls out here, no one else is protecting them." That was a good, solid excuse right, enough to not have to do this tonight, at least enough to wait until after the show.
Illumi's response is all the same; "Come with me." Damn it, damn it he doesn't feel like doing this, he wants to keep on watching Gon and the bunnies. Illumi leads him back, towards his trailer and its hard to get a gauge on him, how thoroughly is Illumi going to fuck him here? Can't be too much, otherwise he can't watch over people tomorrow - be pretty hard to walk with an ass torn in two.
On the other hand, if his previous injuries, the broken fingers and bite marks included, are anything to go by Illumi thinks he's some type of unbreakable sex doll he can do anything with and still expect to work in the morning.
He enters the trailer and Illumi is quick as a snake, a foot slipping underneath his right one and he falls to his knees. Illumi grabs his hair and turns his face and...there's frankly no point in fighting this anymore, is there? This has happened so many times, if he's expected to keep on doing what he's doing and get abused like this he might as well not waste the time or passion.
His brother's dick is down his throat. The reality of that should be sickening to him but its more a vague, menacing horror he's learned to ignore; its happening to him right now and he's not even bothering to correct it, only because he just can't stop it. There's a strangely beautiful revaluation that visits him too, the sort of freedom not caring about the violation of his mouth, of his body, when he's tossed to the bed and Illumi's hands tear off his clothes. He doesn't have to fight this, he can lay here and send his head away and not have to deal with any of this.
So that's what he does, when Illumi finds a fresh spot in his red neck and bites into his collarbone. When Illumi shoves him onto his stomach and mounts the back of his knees and shoves himself inside without any ceremony or preparation. When Illumi's banging his head against the bed and he can almost feel the wet, stick heat dripping down his legs and almost bothers to wonder whether that's him breaking in some new, inventive place or Illumi having his second orgasm of the night.
He's not here, he's watching Gon be the adorable brat he normally is, petting bunnies and befriending the local wildlife or whatever painfully Disney princess thing he usually does. What would it be like, coming up to him and taking him, no talking, none of that obnoxious foreplay, just walking up to him and rocking his fucking world. How does he moan, what does he like - he probably likes it rough and fast, head shoved into the pillow, neck throttled while getting plowed, until his eyes are rolling back and his toes are curling and the bed is creaking so loud its the only thing they can hear besides Gon pleading for more.
Somewhere along the line Illumi calls it quits, there's no cock in his ass and he can breathe again. His entire body's on fire on all those points where Illumi hurt him, the bright red, burning teeth marks against his neck, the bruises littering his legs above the knee line. But he got to be someplace else, he didn't sob and try and pull away like normal, he spent the time floating away.
When he comes back to himself, as he often does, the sun's already risen and his body refuses to move the slightest hint with screaming pain, it's all down his thighs, muddying his head, soaked in sweat, blood and tears on the sheets. He sucks his tears back, apparently either the world blew up while he dozed off or Illumi discovered emotion. Though its limited to Illumi looming above him, staring down, intrigued and as dead in the face as ever.
"Were you tired? You didn't fight me half as much as you did before."