2 months ago πŸ† for day 347, 2019 with 449 words.

Hisoka's Deal. Pt.7

Walkies: Complete (pedals!)
Editing: Complete!
Writing: Complete!

Warnings for sexy-times ahead.


"Illumi," Hisoka quivered. "Illumi!"

It was all he could say, all he could think. The man was playing him like a harp, plucking at each and every string he possessed, and he loved it. "Illumi!" he cried, not caring that his voice was hoarse. "More!"

He felt another needle sink into him and screamed.


"Hisoka," Illumi gasped. "Hisoka, come for me."

The man's golden eyes were hazy, and he was shaking with need. "Come for me, now," he instructed and gripped the bedsheet when he felt the man tighten around him. He continued to thrust, forcing himself to hold on as he listened to the magician's cries of ecstasy and felt him spill across their chests.

It was too much. He couldn't hold on. "Hisoka," he moaned, and let the pleasure swallow him. Hisoka.


"I don't think that this is a good idea," Kurapika said, glancing back into his house. It had been two days since Hisoka had sent him the message and Chrollo had been...strange. At one point, the man had sat him down and taken him through an entire tea ceremony. "Look, I think the deaths of his friends hit him harder than he thinks," he said, running after Hisoka and cutting in front of him to bar the way.

"Friends?" Hisoka asked, raising his brow. "Since when did you care? Don't tell me that he's getting to you already?" he sneered.

"No!" Kurapika said defensively. "But thanks to you, I have to live with him."

"No, you don't," Illumi pointed out, moving to stand beside Hisoka and placing a calming hand on the base of his spine. "You could order him to live in a remote house and have food delivered to him every month. If you word it correctly, then he would not be able to contact-"

"I want him to be sane by the time the last of his group dies," Kurapika snarled. "I want him to feel the full force of the blow, so yes, I do have to live with him. He's not stupid. If I told him to isolate himself, then he'd find a way around it. I'm not going to let him out of my sight, and if you even think for a moment that I'm going to let you do what you did to him the last time you were here, then you're just as delusional as he is."

"Do not worry," Illumi said calmly. "That is why I am here. Now, may we come in?"

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By Sophie Clark πŸ†

I am the author of Getting Out: Escape is harder than he’d ever imagined and QP-id: Love, Sex and Nano-Machines. I am currently in the process of writing my third book Of Dolls and Men.

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