Illumi Zoldyck

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(( I hope you’re ready for this. ))Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to a bed.

Illumi placed a hand over his mouth, though maintained a blank expression as he leaned against the frame of the door. The sight before him was none other than the chain user, completely exposed with his hands tied to the frame at the head of the bed. “How did you get into this position?” The assassin asked with a little hint of amusement in his voice. For now, he waited for Kurapika to say something. He wasn’t going to do anything without consent, and he couldn’t leave him here. Alone. With no clothing.The man slowly made his way around the bed to check his restraints. His fingers lightly brushed the material that bound his wrists to find out it was rather tight, but it wasn’t made like regular rope. It was made for things like… this.

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"I've never liked needles. Never have. Never will."

Illumi was rather blank when he pulled three needles from his pocket and held them up as he stared down at her. “Why not? They don’t hurt me. I’m sure it’s nothing more than a bee sting for you. How about I fix your fear of needles?” His tone was rather teasing, though it was a little twisted. It wasn’t of interest to kill her, though.

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“Aaah, No no no no. don’t you come near me with these things.” Mira waved her hands in front of her and took a few clumsy steps back in fear, causing herself to fall backwards and landing on her bum. “Ouch! Now that’s completely your fault >.<”

She wasn’t really scared of needles but the mans way of speech made him very seriously creepy about his methods of fixing a fear.

With a small hum of amusement, he took a few steps forward and stared at the girl on the ground. “It’s not my fault you tripped, but it is rather convenient for me. Illumi reached down and grabbed her arm to pull her back up; however, he did not release her arm. The man held the hand that grasped the pins next to her neck. “Where should I start? I’ll let you choose.”

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Returning home from finishing a job wasn’t exactly his idea he could consider relaxing, but the plus side was he would get to see his family. He walked through the entrance of the Zoldyck mansion and barely made it a few feet before being hit with shoes. There was no doubt in who it was.

“Alluka…” He began, tone rather poisonous towards his least favourite sibling without turning to her quite yet. “What do you think you are doing?” Slowly, Illumi turned his empty gaze to her.

Alluka did their best to look ashamed, but it was slightly hard when all they could do was grin.

“Target practice?” She answered, though it sounded more like a question. Speaking of questions, the wish granter hoped that he wouldn’t wonder why they were shoes!

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Illumi was a little annoyed by her childish grin, but he didn’t let it get to him. What was his younger sibling trying to do? Piss him off? “Target practice with shoes? What sort of excuse is that?” It was a shame he couldn’t take a violent response at the moment. “That’s a bit poor. Do you have a better excuse than that?”

The shorter of the two paused for a moment and then smiled,”It was Onii-chan’s idea.” There! Illumi never got mad when Onii-chan did this stuff! Well, not as mad. Now she just had to let him know what she had told Illumi and she’d be good!

His gaze wandered around the room for a moment with a soft hum, feeling for Killua’s or Milluki’s presence. Neither was near, so it was a possibility that they had come up with the plan earlier in the day while he was gone. Of course, it was only Killua who Alluka referred to with endearment. “Kiru? Hm... I’ll go ask him. Do you know where he is?”

#ask-actual-alluka

Hisoka switched to a porn channel, it being his choice. He reached out and attempted to pull illumi onto the couch and into his arms. “what are you interested in?”

Illumi felt a tug and he looked at Hisoka with an expression that said, “Seriously?” Of course he turned it to that sort of thing. He didn’t exactly follow along with what the man wanted, seeing as he had a feeling he knew where this was going. “You’re a pervert,” he stated flatly, directing his gaze in the opposite direction. The assassin didn’t exactly feel like talking considering his position, so he left the other’s question unanswered.

Hisoka gave a cheshire cat grin “Well I prefer the term hedonist, or even pleasure hunter. but i suppose pervert is the layman’s term.”

there was an uncomfortable silence as Hisoka mindlessly stared at the screen, having nothing better to do, for the next 45 minutes. the air was broken with a knock on the door. the jester muted the television to hear. “your takeaway has been plated, sir. may i be let in?” called the staff member.

part of the hotel service was if you ordered out the kitchen staff would transfer the food from their greasy containers onto fancy warmed plates and provide cutlery, napkins, condiments, glasses with ice, etc. and bring it up to you. it was a luxury for the customer and it helped the hotel because it saved the room from getting unnecessary food stains over the expensive furnishings. and it would all be cleared away the next morning so there was no washing up. if you wanted and could afford it you could avoid ever having to cook or wash up during your stay.

“Of course you do…” He retorted, glancing over the television. Why porn of all things? The knock and voice at the door brought his attention back to the entrance of the room. The poor, injured magician probably expected him to get the food for him. It wasn’t an issue with the disguise he had figured out.

Illumi stood, needles in his hands, then began inserting them at different points, including his chest, jaw, neck, ears and so on. First, his hair became a light blonde, followed by his skin darkening to a medium tan. His face reformed to that which resembled feminine aspects, and finally, his chest grew. Might as well look like a hired stripper… or something. The assassin pulled his hair over his shoulders and made his way to the door. As he opened it, he forced a smile with his disguise, and the man at the door was quite clearly looking his now… womanly figure over.

“That will be all, thank you~,” he chimed, grabbing the food cart from the gentleman and pulling it into the room. After it was completely in the room, he shut the door and began removing the needles. Once he was back to himself, he pulled the food over by the couch for Hisoka. Now it was time to wait for a comment over his disguise, if he was up for it.

Hisoka blinked for second at the changed form, before casually commenting. “some warning would be nice if you’re going to change appearance so drastically, lumi. i have a lot of enemies, you know. i could have ripped your throat out, and im really quite bored of killing tonight” sandy eyes rolled up in thought and he continued “ah, but i suppose a Zoldyck shouldnt be seen in public… for you have your enemies too.”

Other than the contrast, Hisoka didn’t consider the assassin’s choice of appearance otherwise remarkable, or any more arousing in any sense of the word (in actuality, he greatly preferred illumi’s regular look). a variance in gender expression was completely natural to the magician, and he had nothing but the greatest respect for strippers.

He switched off the television and hastily grabbed at one of the pizzas to eat with his bare hands, ignoring the shining bundle of cutlery wrapped in a monogrammed napkin. “are you sure you’re not going to eat?” he mumbled through a mouthful of food

Illumi pushed his hair behind his shoulders. Taking a feminine look was so much more exhausting than Gittarackur. The guy at the door was rather disgusting in his opinion. Does he really stare at women like that? It was better than showing his true appearance, though. Next time, though, Hisoka was answering the door. Sprained ankle or not.

“Why should I have to warn you what I’m doing? I had to answer the door. I’d rather look like company than be an assassin in some stupid costume…” Which he still was at the moment. That disguise wasn’t going to be used again, but Gittarackur in a nurse’s outfit would be rather… awful, to say the least. The man went to the couch and leaned against the arm again. “I’m not hungry,” he stated, but he did want to say something along the lines of “but I’m irritated”. “When can I take this off? It’s not exactly… conventional.” It was comfortable, but it was definitely not something he enjoyed wearing. Probably just another thing for Hisoka to get off to.

realising how genuinely upset illumi was Hisoka replied softly “i’m sorry. go change back” he felt guilty now, and it was written all over his sauce-stained face.

#im so sorry this took so long #gumbacklater

Illumi blinked slowly, not having expected such a hurt response from the other male. He picked up a napkin from the tray and seated himself next to Hisoka, then reached up and gently wiped his face clean. “You should be less messy when you eat, okay?” Changing back was going to be a bit relieving, but before he left the room to go change, he lifted his head just a little to be close and at eye level. “You speak of this to no one.”

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(( I hope you’re ready for this. ))Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to a bed.

Illumi placed a hand over his mouth, though maintained a blank expression as he leaned against the frame of the door. The sight before him was none other than the chain user, completely exposed with his hands tied to the frame at the head of the bed. “How did you get into this position?” The assassin asked with a little hint of amusement in his voice. For now, he waited for Kurapika to say something. He wasn’t going to do anything without consent, and he couldn’t leave him here. Alone. With no clothing.The man slowly made his way around the bed to check his restraints. His fingers lightly brushed the material that bound his wrists to find out it was rather tight, but it wasn’t made like regular rope. It was made for things like… this.

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Illumi could have laughed at the angry blonde, but he held such an action to himself to save him some embarrassment for the time being. This was so much more fun than scaring Killua into submission, or even someone trying to fight him in general as if they had a chance. He knew all too well how if he had completely freed Kurapika, he would be trying to attack– no, kill him. The idea was so cute.

A pale hand brushed long, raven hair behind his own shoulders. It couldn’t be held in any more. As weird as someone could find it, a small smile spread across his thin lips. The man tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, his tone changing to a rather light and teasing pitch. “Like I said before, I don’t have any interest in the Kurta line, so you can drop that… but continue being angry. With that temper, I’ll have an easier time chipping away at your pride. Even if I can’t completely break you, it’ll be a start. Funny how you think I’ll fail. I’ll release you when it’s over. While I’m at it, you do know what my last name is, right? And that I’m the oldest brother? I’m who you’re dealing with.”

The assassin did think his eyes were rather beautiful, along with the teenager’s looks of course. Any other way was completely distasteful and a bit– let’s not go there. It was a tempting idea to find him when there was nothing else to do, just too anger him. That expression was more satisfying than he thought it would be. “Oh! I get it. You’re new to this,” he chimed as if he had discovered something amazing. To test his theory, he reached to his shirt and slid his hand underneath the fabric, then along his thigh. He was rather blunt, so getting to the point wouldn’t take very long. This was proven when his hand lowered to rub directly between his legs.

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(( I hope you’re ready for this. ))Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to a bed.

Illumi placed a hand over his mouth, though maintained a blank expression as he leaned against the frame of the door. The sight before him was none other than the chain user, completely exposed with his hands tied to the frame at the head of the bed. “How did you get into this position?” The assassin asked with a little hint of amusement in his voice. For now, he waited for Kurapika to say something. He wasn’t going to do anything without consent, and he couldn’t leave him here. Alone. With no clothing.The man slowly made his way around the bed to check his restraints. His fingers lightly brushed the material that bound his wrists to find out it was rather tight, but it wasn’t made like regular rope. It was made for things like… this.

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Illumi let out a soft hum of amusement, tracing the stubborn blonde’s jaw carefully. “You talk as if you think you have any skill in changing my mind. I assure you I don’t change because a teenager tells me to. However, I could use you to try out different disguises as my test subject. It’s a little tedious doing it on myself, you know?” He dropped his hand and stood upright. It wouldn’t be fun to get rid of him so quickly, he admitted to himself in his thoughts.

With an exaggerated sigh, he placed one hand on his hip. The chain user just wasn’t getting it yet, but there was the direction of being absolutely straight forward. “I know you’re nothing special. I said Kurta, more so as a mockery to your name. Why would I call you by your first name? You are in no way related to me, nor am I familiar with you. However, I do know quick ways to snap that gratification of yours in half. I can use your body for my own satisfaction, and then let you go. The thought of seeing your pride crumble apart beneath me as you squirm and try to keep yourself together, even though you and I should both know you aren’t fooling anyone, is too enticing for me to pass up. That’s my price.” Would it be his innocence that would be a part of that price? The assassin certainly hoped so.

♱– Kurapika flinched as long, skeletal fingers danced along the length of his jaw. Two sharpened daggers remained locked onto the mono-toned assassin, brows furrowed into one deep, disapproving scowl. Oh how he wanted to spit in Illumi’s face right now. Had he been younger, maybe even by a few months, he may have actually entertained the idea. Alas, common sense once again robbed him of what could have potentially been a tremendously gratifying act of defiance. Compared to that idea, the verbal reply he offered in rebuttal was gravely lacking.

“Tch, you’ll never succeed,” He spat curtly, those icy orbs impaling the dark holes they were locked onto. Even in the face of this calculating, cold-blooded killer, he displayed what strength permeates within a child of tragedy, tragedy caused by unspeakable human atrocities and senseless greed.

“After all I’ve been through, after all I’ve been exposed to in this life, your attempts won’t leave so much as a dent in my will. You think your filthy tongue can do anything to disgrace the Kurta name? Either I had no idea that you were also a comedian or you actually have no idea who you’re dealing with.” Eyes flaring red, it became apparent that Kurapika was beyond disturbed, he was downright /pissed./ “You wish to try and crush me? Very well, I invite you to try and when you fail, you’ll release me. Those are my terms.”

#kusariyarou #nsfw #definitely getting nsfw

Illumi could have laughed at the angry blonde, but he held such an action to himself to save him some embarrassment for the time being. This was so much more fun than scaring Killua into submission, or even someone trying to fight him in general as if they had a chance. He knew all too well how if he had completely freed Kurapika, he would be trying to attack-- no, kill him. The idea was so cute.

A pale hand brushed long, raven hair behind his own shoulders. It couldn’t be held in any more. As weird as someone could find it, a small smile spread across his thin lips. The man tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, his tone changing to a rather light and teasing pitch. “Like I said before, I don’t have any interest in the Kurta line, so you can drop that... but continue being angry. With that temper, I’ll have an easier time chipping away at your pride. Even if I can’t completely break you, it’ll be a start. Funny how you think I’ll fail. I’ll release you when it’s over. While I’m at it, you do know what my last name is, right? And that I’m the oldest brother? I’m who you’re dealing with.”

The assassin did think his eyes were rather beautiful, along with the teenager’s looks of course. Any other way was completely distasteful and a bit-- let’s not go there. It was a tempting idea to find him when there was nothing else to do, just too anger him. That expression was more satisfying than he thought it would be. “Oh! I get it. You’re new to this,” he chimed as if he had discovered something amazing. To test his theory, he reached to his shirt and slid his hand underneath the fabric, then along his thigh. He was rather blunt, so getting to the point wouldn’t take very long. This was proven when his hand lowered to rub directly between his legs.

(( Sorry for being gone so long! Two jobs are wearing me out. I only really have time for texting or talking on skype since I’m never home. ))

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(( I hope you’re ready for this. ))Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to a bed.

Illumi placed a hand over his mouth, though maintained a blank expression as he leaned against the frame of the door. The sight before him was none other than the chain user, completely exposed with his hands tied to the frame at the head of the bed. “How did you get into this position?” The assassin asked with a little hint of amusement in his voice. For now, he waited for Kurapika to say something. He wasn’t going to do anything without consent, and he couldn’t leave him here. Alone. With no clothing.The man slowly made his way around the bed to check his restraints. His fingers lightly brushed the material that bound his wrists to find out it was rather tight, but it wasn’t made like regular rope. It was made for things like… this.

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Those twitching muscles and trembling body was a satisfying reaction. If one wasn’t raised the way he was, they wouldn’t be able to find the slight differences in speech or the change in his breathing pattern. The room was so quiet, and the alterations were soft, but knew they were there. What was even better, was the fact that this sight was his for right now, No matter how long or short this time would take, it was his.

There wasn’t any sense in responding seeing as he was in control, but he decided to humour him anyways. “I asked what you were willing to give up. Let me specify. Would the Kurta be willing to give up his body to an assassin for a while?” He would allow Kurapika to come up with something else, although he didn’t see the point in letting him know that. That would ruin the fun.

Where would he go, anyways? I’m sure he wouldn’t want to escape this place in the nude. Illumi could likely locate his clothing in a short amount of time. It could be a little funny to watch him look for them, though. That might take too long, so he might spare him of that embarrassment. Illumi removed his hand from the teen’s torso and moved it to underneath his jaw, then lifted his head just a little. His black, emotionless eyes made contact with the expressive one’s of Kurapika’s. Even messing with him was a nice reward with his reactions.

♱– Kurapika’s expression darkened at the suggestion, his eyes locking onto those inky pools devoid of any and all empathy. His slender form wilted at Illumi’s touch and as if he were suddenly struck with stage fright he couldn’t hazard a retort. He knew full well what kinds of demented things ‘offering up’ his body could potentially imply and felt he’d have to be crazy to accept such an arrangement. Still, he knew he had to keep his head, otherwise this could be far worse than being naked and strapped to a bed. He could even end up as a human pin cushion if he didn’t behave. No, the pride of his people weighed far more than his own and if he had to, he’d make that sacrifice for them.

“You want me to loan you my body? What would you want to do with it? Use me as a maiden form while you design another outrageous costume for yourself?” He jeered back, brows narrowing in a far more biting manner. “My body is as normal as any other human’s. I may have Kurtan blood, but my people aren’t any sort of genetic miracle or irregularity. We have the same basic biological makeup as anyone else so I don’t know how much you would benefit from experimentation. I’d be of far more use to you in one piece and with all amenities in tact.”

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Illumi let out a soft hum of amusement, tracing the stubborn blonde’s jaw carefully. “You talk as if you think you have any skill in changing my mind. I assure you I don’t change because a teenager tells me to. However, I could use you to try out different disguises as my test subject. It’s a little tedious doing it on myself, you know?” He dropped his hand and stood upright. It wouldn’t be fun to get rid of him so quickly, he admitted to himself in his thoughts.

With an exaggerated sigh, he placed one hand on his hip. The chain user just wasn’t getting it yet, but there was the direction of being absolutely straight forward. “I know you’re nothing special. I said Kurta, more so as a mockery to your name. Why would I call you by your first name? You are in no way related to me, nor am I familiar with you. However, I do know quick ways to snap that gratification of yours in half. I can use your body for my own satisfaction, and then let you go. The thought of seeing your pride crumble apart beneath me as you squirm and try to keep yourself together, even though you and I should both know you aren’t fooling anyone, is too enticing for me to pass up. That’s my price.” Would it be his innocence that would be a part of that price? The assassin certainly hoped so.

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(( I hope you’re ready for this. ))Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to a bed.

Illumi placed a hand over his mouth, though maintained a blank expression as he leaned against the frame of the door. The sight before him was none other than the chain user, completely exposed with his hands tied to the frame at the head of the bed. “How did you get into this position?” The assassin asked with a little hint of amusement in his voice. For now, he waited for Kurapika to say something. He wasn’t going to do anything without consent, and he couldn’t leave him here. Alone. With no clothing.The man slowly made his way around the bed to check his restraints. His fingers lightly brushed the material that bound his wrists to find out it was rather tight, but it wasn’t made like regular rope. It was made for things like… this.

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kusariyarou

It was quite a sight, seeing the chain user in such a vulnerable state. He had so much control over him. He could test needles and pins on him. He could either slowly or quickly kill him. He could even play with his poison tolerance, if he even had any. The possibilities were nearly endless for an assassin. For now, he wanted to watch him squirm. The black-haired man wanted to see how far he could push the other before he broke. Take “broke” as you will.

The younger male had looked away and from that point, and he knew now was his chance to begin what he had in mind. It could go several ways, and he was ready to take different paths depending on his reactions. For now, it was best to keep his hands bound, as he knew the blonde would lash out at him when given the chance.

Illumi first took off his top and laid it over the teen’s lower half, including his legs to save him from visual embarrassment. Yes, he was a cruel man, but not so cruel as to leave him so ridiculously exposed. However, he could feel some sort of mood surrounding the smaller male, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it might be. “What you could give up in order to be released? That blush is rather cute. I could make it more heated, perhaps to a full body blush?” He lightly touched Kurapika’s waist with his pale fingertips, then slid them across his stomach and upwards softly, almost like a ghost’s touch. “What could the final Kurta provide for an assassin?”

♱– Kurapika turned just in time to see Illumi sliding the shirt up and over his head, instantaneously confused as to why he would be doing such a thing. It took a moment for it all to register but when at last the Kurta figured out what the assassin intended to do with his shirt, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of relief. He wouldn’t say it, but the blond was tremendously grateful to have his most private area covered. Still, he couldn’t shake the sinking suspicion that Illumi was far from done with him and that he intended to have a little more ‘fun’ with this little arrangement.

Beneath alabaster fingertips porcelain flesh quivered, the phenomena bearing an uncanny likeness to the way a still body of water behaves upon being disturbed. The sensation traveled throughout Kurapika’s body, starting first from his waist and onto the rest of him in rapid circulation. He trembled, feeling his cheeks grow hotter as those slender appendages lingered and a shirtless assassin continuously teased him. This was a game to Illumi and he was nothing more than a plaything.

“Mn, stop that,” He breathed, fighting to keep the distress and shakiness from his voice. “I’m asking if there is something you want.”