Cards Struck By Needles [Hisoillu]

Aftercare

*The morning after*

"Good morning, Illu." Hisoka said, looking over at Illumi, who was still halfway under the covers, naked.
"Ah yes, my name, Illumi. Thanks for reminding me, it seems my own name is not among the things I've been able to remember since last night." Illumi replied, causing a smirk to fall upon Hisoka's face.

"Illumi, are you a virgin?" Hisoka asked. "Not anymore dumbass." Illumi's said. "Oh so you were before?" "Yeah." "It's just...you were so good; even without experience."

Hisoka leaned over to Illumi, and caressed his cheek gently, with a knuckle, before he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Illumi looked at Hisoka, whom he was facing from behind. As his eyes fell upon Hisoka's naked back, he gasped in shock of what he had done. Hisoka's hard, chiseled, back was penetrated fairly deeply by Illumi's nails the night before. Illumi had been unable to control his own strength that night.

"Let me take care of your wounds, Hisoka." Illumi said, feeling sorry he hurt Hisoka, even when he never felt anything after assassinating hundreds of people.

Hisoka gave him a slightly confused look, until he looked into the bathroom mirror, and saw his own scarred shoulders. He popped his head out of the door, and gestured for Illumi to come inside. Him and Illumi got into the shower, that was quite big, and Illumi turned the water on. "Turn around." Illumi said, picking up a bottle of body wash. He applied some to his hands, and rubbed them together until they were bubbly. "This smells like candy, I assume it belongs to you." Illumi noted, before receiving a smile from Hisoka.
Illumi gently rubbed Hisoka's back and shoulders, with soap on his hands, easing him with a light massage. He and Hisoka then finished washing themselves, exited the shower, and dried off.

Illumi wore a bath robe, and Hisoka wore a towel around his waist. Illumi had Hisoka sit in front of him, so he could treat his wounds. Illumi used alcohol to disinfect the scratches and scars on Hisoka's back. "Mmph Illu, that hurts!" Hisoka whined. "Be quiet and stop acting like a child."Illumi replied. "And who are you to be telling me what to do? My father?" "Sure. If that's how you want to see it." "Okay daddy."
Illumi rolled his eyes, before applying bandages to the deeper cuts. "Okay. You're all set." Illumi said, before walking to the closet.

The bedsheets were soiled: torn, covered in blood, sweat, and other fluids. Hisoka removed the sheets and got rid of them, while Illumi placed new ones on the bed.

"Illumi, you're limping; don't you need some help yourself?" Hisoka asked, a little concerned he had been too rough.

"Oh, okay I guess, but I'm not sure there's anything that can help me with this." "Relax, Illu, I can assure you I have some tricks up my sleeve." "How could that possibly work? You have no sleeves." Illumi said, sarcastically. Hisoka quickly threw on a robe, as well. "Now I do." He said, magically pulling a rose from his sleeve and handing it to Illumi. Illumi blushed a tiny bit, as he took the rose and smelled it.

"Lay down on your stomach, Illumi." Hisoka said, grabbing a bottle of some liquid from the nightstand, and squeezing some of it onto his hands. He then proceeded to give Illumi a soothing massage, working his fingers on Illumi's lower back. As Hisoka reached Illumi's ass, he grabbed it in a playful manner, earning himself a raised eyebrow from Illumi.

"Hold on- that smells like your lub-" Illumi exclaimed. "Shhhhhh, Lulu, relax your mind. Besides, I've found that this product works better than most massage oils." Hisoka replied. Illumi gave him a slightly disgusted look on his face.