Tease

{ On The Lab i.e. The D }

"H-Hisoka—what're you doing in my apartment?" Killua said, eyes wide. He narrowed them as Illumi came into view, tugging Hisoka back by the shoulder. "Dude, what the hell? I figured 'no guests' goes without saying. What the fuck's Hisoka doing in New York?"

Hisoka tipped his head onto Illumi's shoulder. Illumi glowered at something in the distance as Hisoka said, "We flew together."

You're kidding, Killua thought, looking at Illumi. Illumi dragged his dull, tired eyes over to Killua. Please tell me you're kidding, he thought, louder this time, hoping his brother could hear him with that weird telepathic thing he did every now and then.

"He's staying at a hotel in Times Square," Illumi explained. "Us flying together was merely coincidence."

"Right," Killua said, unconvinced. "Well, if Hisoka's here, I'm leaving—"

"Aw, don't be like that," Hisoka said, reaching a hand out to catch Killua by the sleeve. He started tugging Killua over the threshold, but Killua dug his heels in and fought it like a feral cat. "Tell me all about you and Freakss—"

"I told you—they aren't seeing each other anymore," Illumi insisted.

"A little birdie told me—" Hisoka started, and Killua gave up fighting to fling himself at Hisoka and slap a hand over the blundering idiot's mouth.

Killua offered a sharp, splintering smile to his brother, but only found Illumi glaring at him, arms crossed. And, then, he felt something warm and wet on his palm and yanked it away from where Hisoka had his tongue out.

Hisoka's lips pulled into a shit-eating grin. "I can only imagine where that hand was today," he said, and Killua shuddered in disgust. He wanted to punt Hisoka's ass out the window, but he wasn't about to get sent to prison over this dipshit.

"Did you really see him?" Illumi asked, as if it was even a question. They all knew. The whole goddamn internet knew.

Killua tossed his phone onto the futon and rubbed his hand off on his jeans, hissing, "Yes, okay? Does it really matter?"

"It matters because—"

"What, he'll post a video of it? Is that it?" Killua said, voice raising. "I signed a fucking contract—you think I don't know what I signed up for, is that it? We didn't record anything today!"

"You don't know that," Illumi said.

Killua rolled his eyes. He couldn't even begin to imagine a world in which Gon Freecss was capable of that sort of deviousness. His mind was too exhausted to deal with Illumi or Hisoka's bullshit, but even as he tried to escape it, Illumi followed him to the kitchen. Hisoka lingered in the living space and seemed to study Killua's bed like it was something to conquer.

Killua eyed Hisoka suspiciously until Illumi stepped into his view of Hisoka catching him staring and offering a small, suggestive wave. Killua narrowed his eyes at Illumi.

"You're clearly no better," Killua said. "Talk to me when you take your own goddamn advice."

"Hisoka and I are not sleeping together," Illumi said, dully.

"That's what you think," Hisoka murmured from where he was now reclining back on Killua's bed so Killua could see him wink.

Killua leant to the side so he was in full view of Hisoka and said, "You're a goddamn abomination."

Hisoka put a finger to his lip but didn't seem all that surprised.

Killua hadn't even set down his things, and the realization that he could just up and leave hit him. He turned to Illumi and said, "I'm leaving, and this isn't up for discussion. I don't need your help, nor do I want it, alright?"