[It's great? Illumi is powerful and crafty, and the fight is such a thrill even if he's on the downward slope of losing.
When his leg goes, despite the scrape of his boot to stop it, he goes. His fingers claw the entire way, trying to snag some kind of purchase, but Illumi's outfit? Bad. Rather than open his mouth, it drags away.
Falling makes him put his other foot back to catch himself, except it slips on the edge of the pool when there isn't anything to step on. His nails drag down the length of Illumi's arm as he tries to grab it, but even just Illumi releasing him completely is enough to dump him back into the water.
He sinks with a splash, but bobs right back to the surface after.]
[He brushes back his hair casually. Of course, he has scratches down his arm from where Hizamaru tried to grab, and the bite on his neck is still stinging, but overall, its a job well done. He's dealt with worse after a fight, and this one was enough of a challenge to get his heart pumping, body trembling with excitement. He raises a hand, traces it across the bite, pulling it away with bloodstains on his palm.]
How was it? [He shifts his shawl off, discarding it on the ground next to him. Yep, he's just in a black speedo. Fun. He moves to sit on the edge of the pool, smiling as his legs dangle in the water. He will enter, but first, he wants to ask:] As fun as you expected?
[He treads water and tries to catch his breath, the taste of copper in his mouth. His teeth are stained until he licks them and swallows.]
Yes. You are very strong, Illumi-san.
[The speedo should terrify him, but no. He's a sword. He's indifferent. Illumi gave him an amazing fight, and so he now unfortunately likes Illumi. When the man sits along the edge, Hizamaru swims closer without bothering to push his hair back. He bobs between Illumi's legs, fingers resting on the pool edge on the opposite side of them.]
[He needs to practice, too, but these kinds of fights, especially...there's something more to them. Hizamaru, so wide-eyed, so eager to learn...]
[He shifts his hand forward to rest on top of the man's head, sliding his slender fingers through his hair to push it back. He repeats it again, slicking part by part, his touch almost covetous, yet so obvious in how controlled it is.]
[Illumi smiles.]
You didn't forget about what we'll do next, did you...?
[This seems to lift his spirits, not that they were down. He tips his head back to look up, still while the hair is pushed out of his face.]
I didn't forget. I'm ready.
[It's almost a craving. There's too much adrenaline pumping through him now not to find a way to get rid of it, a place to funnel it. The fight was good, but feels... unfinished. Probably because, like Illumi, he typically fights to the death unless he's sparring with other swords.
[He hums, making a bit of a shooing motion with a hand.]
Swim back a little. Let me get into the water.
[And once he does, Illumi will push himself in, long hair splaying over the surface of the water like the dark tendrils of a new species of octopus.]
Come close. [The bite mark stings in the water, but Illumi doesn't mind. His hands move to tug at the other's shirt, pulling it up, indicating for him to take it off.] Did you learn anything new since I saw you last?
[Obediently, he drops his arms and paddles back to give Illumi room to get in the water. After, he comes back in, wet lashes lowered. He reaches over his shoulders to grab a handful of shirt, and he peels it off over his head, discarding it by the poolside.]
I learned it feels good. When having sex. Everyone goes slow and is gentle.
[He doesn't say it as if it's a bad thing; it's only what he's learned so far. Everyone is vanilla or too-the-point?]
[He notes the answer. Slow and gentle? Of course, he assumes people would be gentle with the man. What a shame. Sex isn't about gentleness. It's a game of control. Another form of give-and-take.]
[When Hizamaru gets rid of his shirt, Illumi closes the distance, his hands encircling around the other man's waist.]
Would you like to learn how sex can be different from that? It can be rough, you know. Painful, in a way.
[He reaches up, sliding his hand over the man's back up to his neck, fingernail sliding over the small tears in his skin where his teeth dragged over.]
[When Illumi comes up flush, Hizamaru threads his arms around the ribs and the back. His head tips to one side, letting the fingers sting him along the neck. The water trembles when he shudders.]
Fighting feels the same. It's like fighting, but no one is injured. [Well. Kinda.] I don't mind, but...
No one else is as close to fighting as you, Illumi-san. You can be rough with me. I don't mind. I'm durable.
[He repeats the word, his voice going up on the last syllable. Of course. Durable.]
[He would hope a sword is durable. Otherwise, how could you even use it?]
[Illumi twists his head and opens his mouth - instead of a kiss, he lets himself teeth the edge of the other's jaw, his eyes fixed on the other the entire time.]
Hm. [He slides his arms back around, fingernails trailing delicately along his skin as he detaches himself from the other man.] Put your back against the edge of the pool. Let me show you what to do.
[For lack of better known terminology, swords will always refer to themselves very sword-like. It's quite endearing. Usually.
The bite gets him to murmur pleasantly, his eyes shutting. He wants it to continue; no, he wants it to be harder, but it doesn't come. Instead, Illumi draws back, and he honestly almost whimpers in frustration.
Without opposition, he wades to the edge of the pool and turns around, pressing the length of his back there. He honest to God looks completely ready and trusting for Illumi's instruction.]
[He stares at the other for a moment, dark eyes creased in clear amusement, before he wades up to him. Illumi considers-]
[And then reaches out, suddenly, grabbing ahold of the hair he so nicely slicked back before and just yanking it backwards to expose the other's neck.]
First things first...don't let your guard down. It's a fight, remember?
[Is what he hisses, before he lunges, his lips pressing against that open wound - his tongue rolls on it, sucking down. Meanwhile, his other hand presses, unsubtly, against the other man's groin.]
[The moment Illumi "attacks," Hizamaru doubles back on his mistake. A surprised groan slips out of his mouth, stuttered as his head goes back. It stings, but the thrill and the adrenaline zip a bolt of excitement up through his stomach.
One hand grabs the wrist of the one kneading him between the legs, but it doesn't yank it away. The other is thrown over Illumi's shoulder, the fingers tangling fistful of hair. He yanks it, and he also wants neck, though when he tries to turn his head the most he can get is Illumi's face.
So he attacks the corner of Illumi's mouth with his teeth, the jaw, the bottom lip, scraping his teeth when he can't find any purchase.]
[That's more like it. There's a thrill that moves under his skin as the other man doesn't freeze, but fights back. What a good opponent, just as swift as he was when they were merely wrestling to throw each other into the pool.]
[The hair yank is met with a low groan. A good maneuver, and even better when the other comes in with unbridled sharpness. He opens his mouth just in time to clack his teeth against the other. Like the sound of a sword fight,, he thinks.]
[His attack at the other's groin moves, insistently, even while the other is holding his wrist - he presses, rubs, tries to do anything to coax some amount of arousal as his hand moves from Hizamaru's hand to the back of his neck, trying to keep him where he is in order to meet his lips completely in a searing, overwhelming kiss.]
[His thighs squeeze under the hand's onslaught, but the rough rub feels strangely too good to shove the hand away. Instead, he forces it to keep rubbing while he rocks his hips forward and fights not to be eaten up at the mouth.
He still tries to chew or bite, at first, and then gives up when there isn't anything but lips and tongue. His hand relaxes, almost untangles, but then grips again and pulls closer to Illumi's scalp like a warning. His face leans away, escapes and drops both hands down to try to somehow hastily get out of the pants.
Which is not as easy as it seems in faux leather and dunked in a pool.]
[It isn't easy, but Illumi is nice, and ready to help - his hand abandons its rubbing of the other's groin to hook around the edge of his pants, yanking it downwards to get to its prize.]
Hm. [He licks his lips during the pause, eyes narrowed as he feels the others fingers dig so deep into his hair.] Another rule is how...words can be used to fight, too.
[He meets Hizamaru's lips again, before murmuring, his breath already hot and panting against the other's skin.]
Hm, Hizamaru? Do you want me? Only say the word, and I'll tear you apart, sword. I'll shatter you. Piece by little piece.
[The pants are left to float around the pool. He'll get them later. Right now, all that matters is the driving urge to settle back over one of Illumi's thighs and let the hand touch him.
It's the words that stir him up. Illumi isn't wrong about words being used to fight. It's bizarre having this body be incredibly aroused and then immediately wanting to be defensive about his well-being as a sword.
Instead of a moan, Illumi gets a growl. He reaches up with his free hand to grab Illumi's throat, but he doesn't squeeze or shove.]
[A growl. How nice. The sword bearing its fangs. There's a thrill to this that Illumi can't put a finger on. There is always that urge simmering beneath the surface, the true and honest need to feel the rush of blood under his fingers, to feel another's life draining from their body. Here, is no different, but this man is a weapon.]
[The mixed feelings of wanting to use Hizamaru to kill, as anyone would do with a good weapon, and the feeling of wanting to kill him, burns deeply in his abdomen.]
Is that so? [He leans into the grip on his throat - the other's fingers are rubbing against the bite from before, and it stings.] Are you strong enough? Only you can say whether I can...use you as the brilliant sword you are...or break you.
[His hand slides down and over the other's cock, then dives past it, rubbing over the sensitive skin, fondling using his slender fingers.]
[His sharp teeth are bared when he rolls his head back and moans. The hand on Illumi's throat squeeze, but then he quickly lets go and slides it down. There's no reason he has to try to choke the life out of Illumi. That isn't like him.]
If you need... my help... [He exhales raggedly and shifts his hips to roll himself over Illumi's hand, a dark flush stretching into his face from his neck.] I should be... used. But...
[The back of his shoulders arches over the rough edge of the pool. The wet fingers trying to find a good hold on Illumi's chest and shoulders dig with the nails.]
[Aww. Thinking of his elder brother before himself. He wonders if Killua ever does the same - are there moments where he thinks about Illumi being able to do things better than he ever could?]
[He should. Even if he's the heir, Illumi will always be the superior assassin.]
[He hums under his breath, his index finger shifting down low as his other hand moves down, grips one of Hizamaru's legs and pulls it up so that he can get a better angle. The finger trails over his opening.]
I'm not thinking of Higekiri at this moment. I want you. Only you.
[He kisses Hizamaru deeply then, tongue trailing over that set of sharp teeth.]
[The big brother will always take the gold when it comes to the two of them doing things. That's just how he prefers it, especially considering what happened when he had been too long of a length.]
Is it really okay to--
[The leg lifts without resistance, the line of it gracefully straight and amazingly flexible before it twists over Illumi's side and hip. The pleasant gasp he gives is eaten by Illumi's mouth. He exhales through his nose and kisses back with antsy hunger until there's nothing but the tongue running over his teeth.]
[Of course he would use him. He's the perfect kind of tool. His breath hitches, his own arousal pressing out a tent in his swimsuit. Ah, to allow himself to get so worked up over this? It's almost embarrassing. He prides himself on absolute control, and yet...]
Here we go. [A short inhale in the middle of the kiss, and he starts to press his finger in, just to give Hizamaru the feeling for it. He lets out a stifled groan, his teeth scratching up against the others lips, eyes still wide open.]
[The finger isn’t as resistant as believed, but it’s no hasty slip-in even with the water. His face pinches, caught between discomfort and desire. From his throat, an airy hum of a moan eases out. Both of his hands slide from Illumi’s shoulders to the elbows, dragging the blunt nails and leaving behind affectionate red markings.
Arching so he can drop his hips against the finger gives him nothing but the rough scrape of the edge of the pool on the backs of his shoulders, and surprisingly he moans.]
[Scratches on his back, like the mark of a good fight. Like he said, this is a fight, isn't it? One that he'll always win.]
[He did intend to loosen up Hizamaru a bit more, but with those welcome moans ringing in his ears, why would he deny allowing the other what he wants? Yes, a sword isn't able to wield itself. But he can, just fine.]
What nice words. I'll grant your wish.
[His smile is wide as he draws back his hand, then swiftly brings it underneath the other's thigh, now bringing the both of them up.]
[Bracing himself with the backs of his shoulders, he drops both hands down between his thighs to reach Illumi's waist. He pushes the hemline of the speedo down over the trapped cock but can only get so far down the tops of the thighs with his reach.
One hand gives Illumi a few swift, underhanded strokes, waiting. The other arm lifts to help support him on the edge. Both calves and heels rest right at Illumi's shoulders, flexible and straight.]
Use me as you see fit, Illumi-san.
[He pushes the cock down and positions it against himself.]
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When his leg goes, despite the scrape of his boot to stop it, he goes. His fingers claw the entire way, trying to snag some kind of purchase, but Illumi's outfit? Bad. Rather than open his mouth, it drags away.
Falling makes him put his other foot back to catch himself, except it slips on the edge of the pool when there isn't anything to step on. His nails drag down the length of Illumi's arm as he tries to grab it, but even just Illumi releasing him completely is enough to dump him back into the water.
He sinks with a splash, but bobs right back to the surface after.]
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[He brushes back his hair casually. Of course, he has scratches down his arm from where Hizamaru tried to grab, and the bite on his neck is still stinging, but overall, its a job well done. He's dealt with worse after a fight, and this one was enough of a challenge to get his heart pumping, body trembling with excitement. He raises a hand, traces it across the bite, pulling it away with bloodstains on his palm.]
How was it? [He shifts his shawl off, discarding it on the ground next to him. Yep, he's just in a black speedo. Fun. He moves to sit on the edge of the pool, smiling as his legs dangle in the water. He will enter, but first, he wants to ask:] As fun as you expected?
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Yes. You are very strong, Illumi-san.
[The speedo should terrify him, but no. He's a sword. He's indifferent. Illumi gave him an amazing fight, and so he now unfortunately likes Illumi. When the man sits along the edge, Hizamaru swims closer without bothering to push his hair back. He bobs between Illumi's legs, fingers resting on the pool edge on the opposite side of them.]
I would like to fight you again another time.
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[He needs to practice, too, but these kinds of fights, especially...there's something more to them. Hizamaru, so wide-eyed, so eager to learn...]
[He shifts his hand forward to rest on top of the man's head, sliding his slender fingers through his hair to push it back. He repeats it again, slicking part by part, his touch almost covetous, yet so obvious in how controlled it is.]
[Illumi smiles.]
You didn't forget about what we'll do next, did you...?
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I didn't forget. I'm ready.
[It's almost a craving. There's too much adrenaline pumping through him now not to find a way to get rid of it, a place to funnel it. The fight was good, but feels... unfinished. Probably because, like Illumi, he typically fights to the death unless he's sparring with other swords.
And he wasn't even using his sword...]
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[Good boy.]
[He hums, making a bit of a shooing motion with a hand.]
Swim back a little. Let me get into the water.
[And once he does, Illumi will push himself in, long hair splaying over the surface of the water like the dark tendrils of a new species of octopus.]
Come close. [The bite mark stings in the water, but Illumi doesn't mind. His hands move to tug at the other's shirt, pulling it up, indicating for him to take it off.] Did you learn anything new since I saw you last?
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I learned it feels good. When having sex. Everyone goes slow and is gentle.
[He doesn't say it as if it's a bad thing; it's only what he's learned so far. Everyone is vanilla or too-the-point?]
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[He notes the answer. Slow and gentle? Of course, he assumes people would be gentle with the man. What a shame. Sex isn't about gentleness. It's a game of control. Another form of give-and-take.]
[When Hizamaru gets rid of his shirt, Illumi closes the distance, his hands encircling around the other man's waist.]
Would you like to learn how sex can be different from that? It can be rough, you know. Painful, in a way.
[He reaches up, sliding his hand over the man's back up to his neck, fingernail sliding over the small tears in his skin where his teeth dragged over.]
Much like a fight.
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Fighting feels the same. It's like fighting, but no one is injured. [Well. Kinda.] I don't mind, but...
No one else is as close to fighting as you, Illumi-san. You can be rough with me. I don't mind. I'm durable.
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[He repeats the word, his voice going up on the last syllable. Of course. Durable.]
[He would hope a sword is durable. Otherwise, how could you even use it?]
[Illumi twists his head and opens his mouth - instead of a kiss, he lets himself teeth the edge of the other's jaw, his eyes fixed on the other the entire time.]
Hm. [He slides his arms back around, fingernails trailing delicately along his skin as he detaches himself from the other man.] Put your back against the edge of the pool. Let me show you what to do.
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[For lack of better known terminology, swords will always refer to themselves very sword-like. It's quite endearing. Usually.
The bite gets him to murmur pleasantly, his eyes shutting. He wants it to continue; no, he wants it to be harder, but it doesn't come. Instead, Illumi draws back, and he honestly almost whimpers in frustration.
Without opposition, he wades to the edge of the pool and turns around, pressing the length of his back there. He honest to God looks completely ready and trusting for Illumi's instruction.]
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[He stares at the other for a moment, dark eyes creased in clear amusement, before he wades up to him. Illumi considers-]
[And then reaches out, suddenly, grabbing ahold of the hair he so nicely slicked back before and just yanking it backwards to expose the other's neck.]
First things first...don't let your guard down. It's a fight, remember?
[Is what he hisses, before he lunges, his lips pressing against that open wound - his tongue rolls on it, sucking down. Meanwhile, his other hand presses, unsubtly, against the other man's groin.]
[What you going to do, Hizamaru?]
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One hand grabs the wrist of the one kneading him between the legs, but it doesn't yank it away. The other is thrown over Illumi's shoulder, the fingers tangling fistful of hair. He yanks it, and he also wants neck, though when he tries to turn his head the most he can get is Illumi's face.
So he attacks the corner of Illumi's mouth with his teeth, the jaw, the bottom lip, scraping his teeth when he can't find any purchase.]
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[The hair yank is met with a low groan. A good maneuver, and even better when the other comes in with unbridled sharpness. He opens his mouth just in time to clack his teeth against the other. Like the sound of a sword fight,, he thinks.]
[His attack at the other's groin moves, insistently, even while the other is holding his wrist - he presses, rubs, tries to do anything to coax some amount of arousal as his hand moves from Hizamaru's hand to the back of his neck, trying to keep him where he is in order to meet his lips completely in a searing, overwhelming kiss.]
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He still tries to chew or bite, at first, and then gives up when there isn't anything but lips and tongue. His hand relaxes, almost untangles, but then grips again and pulls closer to Illumi's scalp like a warning. His face leans away, escapes and drops both hands down to try to somehow hastily get out of the pants.
Which is not as easy as it seems in faux leather and dunked in a pool.]
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Hm. [He licks his lips during the pause, eyes narrowed as he feels the others fingers dig so deep into his hair.] Another rule is how...words can be used to fight, too.
[He meets Hizamaru's lips again, before murmuring, his breath already hot and panting against the other's skin.]
Hm, Hizamaru? Do you want me? Only say the word, and I'll tear you apart, sword. I'll shatter you. Piece by little piece.
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It's the words that stir him up. Illumi isn't wrong about words being used to fight. It's bizarre having this body be incredibly aroused and then immediately wanting to be defensive about his well-being as a sword.
Instead of a moan, Illumi gets a growl. He reaches up with his free hand to grab Illumi's throat, but he doesn't squeeze or shove.]
I won't... let you... break me.
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[The mixed feelings of wanting to use Hizamaru to kill, as anyone would do with a good weapon, and the feeling of wanting to kill him, burns deeply in his abdomen.]
Is that so? [He leans into the grip on his throat - the other's fingers are rubbing against the bite from before, and it stings.] Are you strong enough? Only you can say whether I can...use you as the brilliant sword you are...or break you.
[His hand slides down and over the other's cock, then dives past it, rubbing over the sensitive skin, fondling using his slender fingers.]
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If you need... my help... [He exhales raggedly and shifts his hips to roll himself over Illumi's hand, a dark flush stretching into his face from his neck.] I should be... used. But...
[The back of his shoulders arches over the rough edge of the pool. The wet fingers trying to find a good hold on Illumi's chest and shoulders dig with the nails.]
Elder brother... is a better... sword.
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[Aww. Thinking of his elder brother before himself. He wonders if Killua ever does the same - are there moments where he thinks about Illumi being able to do things better than he ever could?]
[He should. Even if he's the heir, Illumi will always be the superior assassin.]
[He hums under his breath, his index finger shifting down low as his other hand moves down, grips one of Hizamaru's legs and pulls it up so that he can get a better angle. The finger trails over his opening.]
I'm not thinking of Higekiri at this moment. I want you. Only you.
[He kisses Hizamaru deeply then, tongue trailing over that set of sharp teeth.]
[You're mine.]
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Is it really okay to--
[The leg lifts without resistance, the line of it gracefully straight and amazingly flexible before it twists over Illumi's side and hip. The pleasant gasp he gives is eaten by Illumi's mouth. He exhales through his nose and kisses back with antsy hunger until there's nothing but the tongue running over his teeth.]
I don't mind... if you use me here.
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[Of course he would use him. He's the perfect kind of tool. His breath hitches, his own arousal pressing out a tent in his swimsuit. Ah, to allow himself to get so worked up over this? It's almost embarrassing. He prides himself on absolute control, and yet...]
Here we go. [A short inhale in the middle of the kiss, and he starts to press his finger in, just to give Hizamaru the feeling for it. He lets out a stifled groan, his teeth scratching up against the others lips, eyes still wide open.]
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Arching so he can drop his hips against the finger gives him nothing but the rough scrape of the edge of the pool on the backs of his shoulders, and surprisingly he moans.]
Illumi-san... please don’t tease me. Wield me.
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[He did intend to loosen up Hizamaru a bit more, but with those welcome moans ringing in his ears, why would he deny allowing the other what he wants? Yes, a sword isn't able to wield itself. But he can, just fine.]
What nice words. I'll grant your wish.
[His smile is wide as he draws back his hand, then swiftly brings it underneath the other's thigh, now bringing the both of them up.]
Do free me, would you? Use your hands, sword.
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One hand gives Illumi a few swift, underhanded strokes, waiting. The other arm lifts to help support him on the edge. Both calves and heels rest right at Illumi's shoulders, flexible and straight.]
Use me as you see fit, Illumi-san.
[He pushes the cock down and positions it against himself.]
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