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

eight

"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." 

Almost immediately, Hisoka perks up. 

"Oh? Now that's exciting." 

You know of Chrollo - who doesn't. Singlehandedly one of the most notorious gang leaders of all time, he's shifted the very definition of being in a 'gang', making it less familial and more cut-throat. You've never been approached by him, not having the necessary contacts or even the want to join the troupe, but it's always been something Hisoka had to bring up. 

"Not quite. He wants me for a job." 

"What's the job?" 

"Killing the ten dons. Apparently, the troupe is planning a sort of massacre against the Southernpiece Auction in Yorknew? Either way, he wants the leaders taken care of." 

"And what was your answer?" 

"Yes. But, for the right price. I'm faithful - Chrollo has never underpaid for work." Illumi turns to you before sliding onto the bed, silently moving Hisoka's hand away. "You know Chrollo, I'm sure." 

It takes you a second to respond, still feeling so helplessly out of place when you were with both Hisoka and Illumi. Nonetheless, you nod slowly. 

"I know of him." You whisper simply. "Then again, who doesn't?" 

Illumi takes note of your meek nature whenever he was around. Perhaps he got a bit ahead of himself with Hisoka. He didn't think the two of you were close enough for you to truly see the little differences Hisoka had shown in this time. But, like always, he was wrong. It didn't make it easier that Hisoka had a quirk for touch - only amplified by the drunken effects of Illumi's nen. 

"He's an asshole who likes money and to stare. Can't sneak anything past him, it's exhausting." Hisoka's dark eyes finally lift to meet yours for the first time that night, and something unsettling washed over you. 

Absence. As if Hisoka wasn't truly in his skin. 

"Maybe he took a liking to you," Illumi mutters, watching as your face turns up in confusion shortly after holding eye contact with Hisoka. He then looks back down to the magician, his boney hand wrapped around Illumi's thigh once more. No, this wouldn't work. He trusts your power and skill far too much to test it, especially in this vulnerable moment. 

"Maybe, or maybe he knows that I want to fight him." 

"You should be careful regardless." You finally speak up. Hisoka was notorious for this, you know. Getting too caught up in fights to the point of irreversible bodily harm, or maybe, one day, inevitable death. You hate confronting that, only to see Hisoka laugh in response. He's cocky, and as much as you love it at times, it's painful. 

"Ah. My voice of reason." 

"Someone needs the responsibility." You cross your arms over your chest before turning towards the patio door. You needed space to reflect - to join the cracked puzzle pieces in your mind. As you turned, Illumi stood, once again pushing Hisoka's hand away. 

"Get some rest." The assassin runs a hand over Hisoka's milky cheek, running the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip. He couldn't deny the rush he felt having someone as powerful as Hisoka, forever his favorite, cradled in his mind. Totally prisoner to his wicked whims. A power trip almost. But, watching as you walk dejectedly out of the door, he can't help but feel like what you and Hisoka had was more than just skin-deep. Love, possibly? Either way, your body, and mind called for him from miles away, blindly pulling him deeper and deeper into your trap. He wanted you so bad, he could almost taste the passion a shared night with the three of you would be.