violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

seven

"A shame," Illumi mutters, cold hands sliding over the back of your neck. You shiver, but you don't pull away, no matter how much your body screams for you too. Instead, you part your lips, eyes stuck on Illumi's as he leans in so close that you can feel the quick tufts of air escaping his nose. 

"You should be afraid." 

You pause, letting your eyes slip shut as you turn away. His lips just barely ghost over your cheek, cool over your heated skin. It makes you shiver. 

"I should check on Hisoka." Your voice comes out in a shaky whisper, meek and small - you felt belittled from his glare. As you step away, his hand once around your neck falls back by his side. He watches you walk back into the bedroom, leaving the door resting against the frame. 

This wouldn't do. 

Illumi lets his eyes fall back downcast, once again gathered in his poisonous thoughts. 

You let yourself sigh as soon as the door falls behind you. Illumi's presence seemed to draw nen from your very seams - sucked into that dark pit that seems to engulf him. Strange, but it was a feeling you didn't all quite mind, that's what pure, blood-thirsty power feels like, something you're used to with being around Hisoka. 

Illumi's just feels... darker. 

As you walk closer to the massive bed standing proudly in the room, you can see Hisoka's naked body merely covered by a soft sheet sprawled out on the mattress. Lust seeping from his pores and back rising and falling with life. For a second you're relieved... as if you'd walk into the corpse of the man you think you might love. Deep down in some askew seam of your soul, you knew Illumi could never harbor any bloodlust for Hisoka, but your cynical mind thought the opposite. 

Sex for most of you was merely a power exchange, a way to show off - to share your power with one another. Feelings were never talked about, rarely even having time to develop in most cases. 

But, with you, it's different. As you watch Hisoka sleep off the obvious relations he just had with Illumi, you're not jealous or angry, just curious. What does he see in Illumi that reflected what he saw in you? What ties have they tightened to each other? It was eating away at you - this is what you hated.

"See? He's alive, isn't he?" Illumi finally closes the door shut behind you, strides long as he sits at Hisoka's bedside, adjusting the blankets around him. "I apologize for his indecency, although I suppose you've seen worse." 

"I doubt he'd care whether or not he's decent around us." You watch as Illumi trails his forefinger across the spider on Hisoka's back, tracing the design slowly.

"Perhaps." He pauses for a few seconds, peeking back over to you through his seemingly un-ending waterfall of hair. He was so enticing, but yet so frightening. Your mind and body couldn't handle this. You caught yourself fantasizing about sharing a bed with him - that power that seeped from his soul right into yours. That rush of dopamine settled within you. 

Throughout it all, his irises never stopped spinning. 

The soft ring of a telephone pierces through the room, and you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding. Hisoka was still asleep, the occasional twitch of his finger still keeping you grounded in this seemingly spinning room. Illumi rises at once, hand hovering over Hisoka's back as he steps away - voice a confident hush as he speaks to someone, seemingly, hopefully important. 

You take the assassin's spot next to Hisoka on the bed, mindlessly conjuring a pocket knife to trace under his chin. The coolness of the blade turned the milky skin on his neck a blush pink. You liked having your mark on him. 

"Mm... Illumi?" Hisoka just barely cracks open his lips, eyes still stubbornly shutting out real life. It takes you back for just a second too long, and you toss the blade blindly towards the bedside table, hoping the uncomfortably loud noise would startle him awake. 

He looks up to you with those spine-chilling eyes once more, but instead of that hungry desirable feeling that once fell upon you when the two of you held eye contact, there was nothing. Perhaps admiration - an odd type of love and appreciation only the magician could conjure. It made you feel a bit cold. 

"Where's Illumi?" 

You turn towards the glass door looking out over the balcony, motioning in the direction. "Taking a phone call... you okay?" 

Hisoka sighs, letting an easy smile play on his once frightening lips. You know you had no right to feel what you're feeling, but a tiny little seed of jealousy was planted in you in that second. Never had Hisoka smiled - genuinely smiled at the thought of you. Perhaps a lust-filled smirk every few days, but never true happiness in your presence. You could say the same for yourself as well, so why were you so jealous? 

Something wasn't right. 

"I'm okay, still a bit tired." He sits up, running his long fingers through his hair. The gel had settled, now his dyed pink locks fell over his eyes. This type of ease in his demeanor was something you'd never fail to love - although you should learn not to at this point. 

But, Hisoka was a magician above all else - playing with hearts came as naturally to him as playing a card game. 

"Apologies..." Illumi places his telephone back on the nightstand, right next to the blade you tossed a few minutes earlier. His eyes linger over it for a second. "Guess who I just got off of the phone with." 

"Someone exciting, I hope." Hisoka reaches forward, hooking his finger in the waistband of Illumi's pants, pulling him closer to the bedside. You pretend as if you don't see the unbridled lust settled into the very veins of Hisoka's eyes. 

"Chrollo Lucilfer."