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Hisoka found himself flat on his back. He can feel the silk sheets before his skin. His eyes are completely still behind his closed lids. The slight breeze from the AC chills his naked skin, but his body doesn’t shiver. The very thin hair on his legs and arms do not raise in alarm. If it were not for the slow raise of his chest and the beat of his heart, he would be assumed dead.
All his muscles are relaxed, leaving him almost completely paralyzed as he could still control his lungs, of course. The goal wasn’t to kill him, not today. The goal was to keep him in place. Keep him from focusing on anything other than what touches him.
The slightest gaze of fingertips on his belly causes his breath to hitch, but he can not move away from them. His belly doesn’t instinctively suck in and shiver at the touch.
He was like a doll.
Illumi’s little doll to play with.
One of Illumi’s needles is stuck in Hisoka’s head. He knows of it’s placement as he had mutually agreed to the conditions. Not wanting to deal with the mind splitting headache, Hisoka does his best to play by the rules. He fights the voice in his head, telling him to attempt to move his relaxed muscles. The voice was amplified as Hisoka eyes are permanently closed: the muscles controlling his eyelids are turned off.
“You seem to be holding up well,” Illumi whispers into Hisoka’s ear. His voice was warm against chilled skin, “ You are so beautiful when you can’t speak…”
“How rude…” Hisoka thinks as he feels Illumi move away from him.
In his world of darkness, Hisoka becomes hyper aware of Illumi’s movements, though the assassin moves silently. So when cold lube spills onto his hardened nipples, perky from the cold, Hisoka’s gasps.
“So that’s how you’re going to play?” Hisoka mentally prepares himself for surprises as slender fingers begin to work their magic.
Illumi moves slowly, taking his time in spreading the lube across pink nipples. He uses one finger, swirling around the hard nub, before gently pulling and pinching them. Hisoka wants to groan but that would require muscles. All he is able to do is breathe deeply and let the agonizingly slow feeling flood his mind. He is hyper aware of the slow rise of his dick. The way it jumps in anticipation is completely involuntary but Hisoka can feel the way it grows, arching towards his stomach. Warm precum gently begins to leak onto his lower belly, startling him as his skin was becoming extremely cold from the AC.
Illumi keeps his movement gentle as he trails lubed fingers down Hisoka’s torso, enjoying how this is the only part of his body that moves, proving that the man below him is alive.
Hisoka’s irritation grows when the fingers move in a circle around his hardened dick, avoiding touching the sensitive skin. Illumi instead plays with the precum, rubbing in between his fingers and mixing it with the lube.
A paper-like flipping noise fills Hisoka’s ears, “Oh~ Are those my cards?”
His question is answered when he feels the sharp edges cut the skin from the middle of his chest down to his belly button, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think Illumi was dissecting me! ” Hisoka laughs in his head.
Hisoka sucks in a breath when Illumi traces the card into the cut, making it deeper. Blood trails down Hisoka’s stomach, mixing with sweat and precum, before staining the bed.
“Your blood is such a pretty shade of red…” Illumi mumbles his compliment, feeling slightly awkward talking to the man beneath him, who usually gives a quirky response.
“Yet yours always manage to look so much more beautiful~” Hisoka thinks, saving his compliment to give to Illumi when he is in a less restrictive situation.
Illumi does more cuts. He makes thin cuts along Hisoka’s abs, so that when his torso moves, Hisoka would feel the cuts reopen and start to bleed once more. Illumi traces the card into these cuts too, nearly pushing the jester over the edge.
Once satisfied with his abstract artwork, Illumi suddenly spreads apart Hisoka’s legs, rearranging them so that they can stay open without support.
Illumi wastes no time as his lubed, bloody fingers graze over Hisoka’s asshole. He circles the rim with one finger, continuing his agonizingly slow pace, before entering. His finger wiggled around, probing at Hisoka’s prostate which Illumi easily remembered the location of.
“You can always just tell me what you want, Hisoka.” Hisoka can feel Illumi’s eyes on his face, watching for a reaction that he can not, will not give. Hisoka wants to scream out, beg for more and get Illumi’s dick deep inside of him.
But he didn’t.
He allowed Illumi’s torture, positive that his lover would be generous and fulfill his needs later. Ilumi adds another finger, scissoring Hisoka’s already stretched out hole, before adding a third.
“Finally~” Hisoka cheers in his head, happy that Illumi is starting to get rougher.
But his victory is cut short when Illumi’s fingers do not move in the drastic way he wanted. His fingers instead move in an organized manner: One finger after another brushes against his prostate. The rhythmic pressure send shocks throughout Hisoka’s body but it wasn’t enough. He wanted those fingers to pound into, abuse him as if he was a toy.
Illumi was never one to break his toys as soon as he got them. He tests their limits, searching for their breaking point so that he could keep them on that edge to break their mind before he breaks their body. It’s how you make someone obedient while holding them at a distance where, if they attempt to abuse how lenient he becomes with him, he can easily get rid of them. They are toys after all.
But Hisoka is so much more than an ordinary toy. Illumi has no intention of discarding him. He just needs to know how to make him stay.
He knows some of Hisoka’s limits as this isn’t their first time. But not once has Hisoka lost his mind to such an extreme state that he would be considered broken. Illumi has made Hisoka scream, cry, and even beg for him to stop, but Hisoka would always turn back into his overly confident, flirtatious self seconds after.
It was annoying to see his progress get erased so easily. While Hisoka had agreed to these conditions, Illumi was still skeptical of the man’s limits and whether this was enough to reach them.
Ilumi moved his fingers more rapidly, watching the way Hisoka’s chest moved: His only indicator that Hisoka was close to coming.
In one swift move, Illumi takes his fingers out just as Hisoka comes. Without the constant stimulation, Hisoka feels his dick jump, trying to force out semen that refuses to come out.
An incomplete orgasm.
Hisoka felt a whine bubble in his throat but without the muscles he would not voice his incredible frustrations. He wanted to thrust his hips, beg for his dear Illumi to be kind and help him ride out his orgasm.
Instead of giving into the silent pleas he knew Hisoka was making, Illumi waits until Hisoka’s erects start to die down before grabbing it. He jerks Hisoka off slowly, knowing that this small movement was already too much for Hisoka’s oversensitive cock.
Hisoka’s mind screams at him to move from the hand, which sends extreme shocks of pleasure to his brain and he could feel what’s happening on that one part of his body everywhere.
Instead of showing him mercy, Illumi puts three fingers back into Hisoka and gives him what he wanted.
Both hands move violently. Hisoka wants to scream at the feeling of his oversensitive cock and prostate being abused. He breathes harshly, as he is pushed over the edge once again.
This time, a clear liquid squirts out. And it doesn’t stop. Hisoka’s mind goes blank as he continuously squirts. The feeling is stronger as he has nothing else to focus on. His mind bounces between screaming for the assault to stop and begging for it to continue.
Illumi continues his violent movements until the bed is soaked in the fluid. Hisoka’s cuts burn slightly as the fluid mixes with his blood, making it watery and fall onto the bed sheets quicker.
He doesn’t stop out of mercy. Quite the opposite. His pants had become incredibly tight as his cock had grown hard at the sight in front of him. Hisoka eagerly listens to the sound of rustling clothes, knowing full well that, once inside him, Illumi will not be able to hold back.
When it came to his own pleasure, Illumi was brutal. He won’t stop until he is satisfied, not that Hisoka ever complained. In fact, the jester felt blessed to have such a bestial man as his lover.
But then he hears movement somewhere else.
“Is he getting a toy?” Hisoka suspects.
His suspicions are proven correct when he feels something slide onto his half-hard cock. It sits snug under the head of Hisoka’s cock and he knows exactly what it is.
The vibrating cock ring is turned to its lowest setting, forcing Hisoka to focus on his sensitive glands as Illumi gets into position.
Slender fingers dig into a thin waist as Illumi positions himself in between Hisoka's legs. With one quick movement, he bottom’s out inside Hisoka.
Hisoka’s body screams out in pain, but not in a bad way. His body begs for more. It wants to beg for more.
Once again, Illumi unconsciously gives into the silent pleases as he begins his rough pace. His hips smack against Hisoka hard enough to dislocate bones: Just the way Hisoka likes it.
Unable to hold himself back, Hisoka comes, dirtying both his and Illumi’s chest. But Illumi doesn’t stop. Instead, he turns the vibrator up to its highest setting.
“Fuck! Illu fuck fuck!” Hisoka’s mind screams in a mantra. His mind is flooded with a mixture of pain and pleasure and nothing more.
His body begins to involuntarily fight against his invisible restraints. The disconnect between body and mind was the worst for Hisoka as his body always wanted to stop when he wanted to continue.
But, now, without control over his body, amplified by the overstimulation, Hisoka is helpless in stopping his body from acting out.
And with the fight came the headache.
The pain of Illumi’s thrusting was nothing compared to the mind-splitting headache the needle in his head gave as his body attempted to move against his will.
For this single second, the headache completely his senses. His eyelids flutter and his fingers twitch. The pain was so unbearable that it almost completely pulled him out of his blissful state.
But that’s as far as it goes.
His body gives up it’s fight when Illumi realigns his hips, causing him to hit Hisoka’s prostate more directly with each violent thrust.
Hisoka’s senses are completely filled with pleasure. All that he is hyper aware of becomes a pleasurable sensation that pushes him over the edge over and over again. Nothing comes out as Illumi has milked him dry.
If it weren’t for the blood, that still ran hot down Hisoka’s torso, and the quick, uneven breathing pattern of Hisoka’s chest, Illumi would’ve thought he was fucking a blow-up doll.
Illumi hips somehow move at a quicker pace. As he grew closer to his own release, Illumi noticed something.
He missed the sounds Hisoka makes when he comes.
The last moments of their love making was always so intense that, for a few seconds, Hisoka was pushed into such a submissive state that nothing else mattered but the pleasure he was receiving.
He was bound to be far over that ledge now.
Hisoka barely notices the hand on his head until the needle begins to move. With one swift move, Illumi pulls the piece of metal out.
Hisoka’s body awakens as if it had been shocked alive. Muscles that should’ve contracted during previous orgasm harshly did so now. His eyes open suddenly but he is too far gone to focus on anything. His hands jet up to grasp Illumi’s arms, his sharp nails dig into him, drawing blood. And, finally, Hisoka screams.
“AHHH Aghh! Fuck!” Hisoka screams bounce off the wall, as if he is unaware of his own voice.
His dry orgasms push him into such a state of bliss that he doesn’t realize he has control over his body. Tears stream down his face as all his nerves become a source of pleasure.
These sounds.
The way that his insides quickly contract and relax around Illumi’s veiny cock.
The bloody scratch marks being left on Illumi’s arms.
The fact that this is a sight that only Illumi can see.
This is what makes these times with Hisoka so great. So unique.
Illumi comes deep inside Hisoka with a grunt. He gently rides it out when suddenly, Hisoka falls limp.
Startled, Illumi is quick to check for a pulse and is happy to find one, though it’s quickened by their activities.
Hisoka’s eyes were slightly still open, yet completely unfocused. Tears stain his cheeks as he weakly hiccups.
Illumi smiles, “ You are so beautiful like this…” Illumi whispers before giving Hisoka a peck on the forehead.