𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Disco Stick

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Author: Crystal_Bunny (on ao3)

(Hisoka's riding Illumi but he acts dominate  so honestly i  not sure ^)

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Bass vibrating, heat traveling through one body to another like electricity, smell of sweat and sweetness. In the mids of it all: 16-year-old Illumi Zoldyck, dancing his heart out, alone, even in between dozens of people. Body moving like waves, his jet-black hair swinging with every movement, shining in the cheap, dim club lights. His stomeach wasn't very hidden from the view with his purple croptop, which sinched around his torso tightly, hugging him, trapping the heat, just a few inches under his chest. Low rise, black leather pants clung to his body like a second layer of skin, not letting through any sweat. A thick, black choker with a purple jewel grabbed onto his neck closely and some piercings complimented his look and attitude.

Illumi's parents thought that their son didn't even know what a lie was, while he was dancing mindlessly in the stuffy, sticky heat, clock reading just after 2 a.m., a glass of sweet alcohol in his right hand and a fake ID inside his tiny, white purse, the silver chain crossing over his body.

The jet-black color of the teenager's flowing mane infiltrated Hisoka Morow's golden eyes in an instant. With a smug grin, the young man's gaze wondered along Illumi's porcelain skin and stopped to stare at a little jewel by his belly button, though this view was quickly replaced with a much better one: the boy's plump behind, tightly squeezed by shiny leather.

"He's definetly not 21. Franklin's doing a bad job as always", commented Chrollo while he was absentmindedly toweling dry a shot glass, interrupting his friend's probaly not so appropriate thoughts. Hisoka glanced at the bartender's muscular arms briefly, then focused his gaze back on the Zoldyck. "Oh, you know I'm 18. He can't be that young, right? Probably 18 as well", the Morow guessed. "More like 16", Chrollo murmured and took the next glass.

Hisoka downed his shot and stood up, confidently going towards his target.

🎶Let's play a LoveGame, play a LoveGame; Do you want love, or you want fame?🎶

The fox-like boy started dancing next to the Zoldyck, trying to match his energy, but the beauty with shoulder-long hair appeared unreachable. Hisoka licked his plump lips. The heat of their bodies colliding occasionally, pleasurable burning sensations every time their skins touched. Illumi didn't mind the closeness of a stranger, he simply let the expirience happen.

"Do you like magic tricks?", the magician suddenly said loudly against the ravenette's neck; warm air brushed against skin while loud music was blasting. Illumi briefly looked him up and down - he had been too in his own world before - and he liked the strong arms, wild, cherry red hair and pretty makeup and piercings. But when Hisoka opened his mouth, it took the best of the Zoldyck not to roll his eyes. Guys who did magic tricks were always weird ones.

Both slowly stopped dancing. "Well, I would prefer not to, but go ahead", the younger one loudly replied. Hisoka chuckled and ran a hand over his fairly exposed chest. As the hand left, a red heart could be seen on the magician's skin. It looked similar to a tattoo, but a bit too shiny. "May I ask your name, beautiful mysterious dancer?", the Morow asked charmingly with a sly grin, as he suddenly made a rose appear from behind his back and held it in front of the other.

Illumi only lifted a brow, unimpressed. "Do you always carry that arround? That's kinda weird", he said into Hisoka's ear, reffering to the rose and completly ignoring the first trick. The magician laughed. "Well, I'm quite the interesting individual, if I might say so myself. Want me to buy you another drink?", he offered very loudly. Illumi downed the rest of sweet alcohol in his cup and simply nodded. Hisoka let the rose disappear, took the other's hand and pulled him towards the bar, while the ravenette inspected the red head's rings and bracelets, just after glancing at Hisoka's painted, black nails which matched his own.