If he has to put boot to one more person's ass today, he's quitting. He had to personally put the clowns back in fucking order after he caught them smoking outside, Hisoka pretended to be shocked but probably couldn't be fucked enough to stop them the lazy fuck. Now he's having to oversee last day clean up because certain people - yeah, the clowns again obviously - can't be bothered to do their damn jobs right and take apart the tents correctly. Worst, all he has for breakfast is a fucking apple since Illumi tried to raid his tent.

Then again, if it weren't for the clowns, there wouldn't be a tear in the tent for him to sneak a look at Gon to begin with so there's that.

"No, but I'm curious. Is he big?"

Kurapika's voice, about twenty feet if he's right and this rotten apple isn't fucking with his head somehow. There he is- walking side by side and giggling about who cares what with nature boy, which is disgusting because he already called dibs on him, he knows he made that pretty damn clear. Kurapika's getting too comfy with what's his, time to nip this in the bud.

"So when's the wedding?" Killua walks out from behind the cotton candy booth, tossing an apple in the air and catching it with a smarmy grin. "Hold on, don't tell me. Spring, with foreign marriage vows, small, in a park or garden, no family members. Not for lack of invites though."

Gon's face twitches, its a shame somehow anything's occurred and progressed between these two, but he'll do what he can to stop the adorable little ranger from making a mistake. Best to keep him away from the fancy euro-foreign kids anyway, charming but usually hit and quitters.

"What do you want, Killua?" Kurapika's actually upset, glaring at him even. How cute, the blonde bastard thinks he's tough.

"Oh don't you start, fucking fairy boy. Out of everyone here, you're like...the least impressive? 'I do cartwheels. In the air. Somehow that makes me better then everyone else.'" He makes sure to roll his eyes but Gon's fuming as if he's directed those words to him. "Hey Gon, you really gonna be caught dead around this spindly little faggot cause you know he just wants to be all over you?" And don't say you actually like this weirdo.

Gon speaks over Killua, "Look you pale, weird, creepy Ring-girl looking asshole, Kurapika is my friend, he's fucking awesome, unlike you who just walks around being an angry, boring fucking edgelord all day, doing nothing with your life."

Woah, wait hold on a second here, he is not standing up for the new kid is he? They aren't already a thing, he hasn't missed his chance, has he? "'Edgelord', are you serious-"

"Tch, whatever. What a waste of breath." Gon grabs Kurapika's hand and storms back towards the tent, past him with not even the slightest twitch or stop. He's kidding right-why the hell would anyone choose Kurapika over him. He looks like a little boy for fucks sake, at least Gon's starting to get abs.

This is a joke, he's half a mind to rush ahead and beat Kurapika until he can't be identified with dental records. Gon's so taken by the 'foreign cutie' trick, so fucking blind - here's the greatest thing on planet Earth standing right in front of him and he leaves that for a blonde in a blue parka, give him a break.

Gon's being all touchy with him, holding hands and defending him as if they're a couple - what the hell is that all about?

He loiters around the cotton candy stands so he doesn't at least seem desperate, he's finally gained enough credit around here that people aren't making fun of him for being short. He's not going to risk losing that to chase after anyone, much less anyone that hangs around Kurapika. If Gon's going to make that big of a mistake, he'd rather watch everything fall apart from the sidelines. After twenty minutes, he heads to his own trailer, opens the door and a hand drags him in by his hair. Nails press into his scalp and he ducks away on instinct, sliding backwards into the room. Big mistake, Illumi slams the door behind him with his free hand, cutting off his escape route.

Instinct takes over, he ducks down and away, narrowly missing banging his head on a dresser by the door. Illumi keeps a firm grip and collapses after. They're both on the floor, one of Illumi's hands already tugging at the bottom of his shirt. His hands are freezing cold and his face is hidden behind a cloak of black hair. Killua randomly scratches, kicks, screams, does all the things he knows from experience don't actually work.

Illumi raises his thigh to mount him properly and Killua rolls against the wall. Illumi loses his grip on his shirt and Killua scrambles backward for the door, tripping on the carpet as he moves. For the first time Killua can see him, he's smiling like a little child catching a snowflake on his tongue.

Illumi dives after him, knocking him back by colliding against his calves and pain rings through his knees and spreads to his head and back when he falls. What was the point of all that, really, if this was the ending. Illumi's knees are on either side of his waist and Killua can feel his erection through his pants, stabbing his zipper.

He shuts his eyes, twists his head to the side and just flails, wildly, through everything. He can't even be bothered to hate himself when Illumi's inside him, wordlessly screwing him against a wall. Hell, its more effort then he put out last time. The minutes drone on and on with him gathering up the strength to push back, only to fail and have Illumi double his efforts - when he's done the man steps away and rezips his pants.

"Strange." Illumi mumbles to himself. "Not as good as last time."