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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hunter_X_Hunter
  Relationship:
      Illumi_Zoldyck/Killua_Zoldyck
  Character:
      Illumi_Zoldyck, Killua_Zoldyck
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Murder, Anal_Fingering, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Sibling_Incest, Underage_Sex, INDEFINITE_HIATUS
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-18 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2358
****** Kizu ******
by Eza_HxH_(Ezabungles)
Summary
     Illumi Zoldyck's assignment had some conditions. Sure, it paid extra,
     but was it worth it, to not be able to execute the target how he
     liked - or rather, needed? Killua certainly didn't think it was worth
     it, as Illumi comes to take out his blood lust on another victim...
     (Kizu: scar/bruise/cut)
Notes
     Working on the rest right now, but I had a mighty need to post
     something at least. Not a one-shot, so I swear I'll try to be
     diligent with second chapter (compared to my HisoGon)...
Blank. No light remained. Pupils became lifeless and void. Eyelids slackened as
the head fell back, hitting the ground hard. Blood trickled from grey lips that
gaped like a cavern, dark and wet. Mission complete.
Pale fingers plucked the shining golden needles from the victim’s cranium,
face, neck. The miniscule drops of blood on the end of each were wiped, the
needles secured back in their usual places, looped through the red fabric.
The small screen lit up as the message was sent. ‘Complete.’ That was all. That
was all that was needed. The tiny device was returned to a pocket.
The figure straightened, brushing the crinkles out of his top, inspecting
himself. A clean job. No evidence remained to prove him guilty for the murder
he had just committed. Though of course, it was not as though anyone would be
able to observe him if he preferred, anyway.
If any witnesses had seen anything that had just transpired, they would have
simply seen the man stop, then fall. A blur of colour might have flashed in
front, covering the man for an instant. Then – simply a corpse.  Illumi Zoldyck
was extremely efficient in his work.
The moonlight shined down as the assassin leapt across the rooftops, choosing
the most efficient path home. Adrenaline rushed through the veins of the
normally calm, composed young man of twenty two. It always did, just after a
kill. It bothered him, sometimes, that his body was not entirely under his
control.
It became particularly worse, when he had had to make it a clean kill. When he
was allowed to do as he liked, complete the job however he preferred, he tended
to draw it out more. His preferred the weapons of his own fingers, lengthened
into claws, rather than the impersonal needles that were so efficient.
Efficient yes – but boring. The feeling of blood rushing over his skin, vein
and sinew ripping beneath his nails, that was a true kill. It helped to soothe
his bloodlust, relieving his adrenaline to a more controllable level.
However, this particular target was required to be a discreet kill, and had
been unlikely to catch anywhere that would have allowed Illumi to do what he
needed. What he needed was to satiate his urges, his needs, the fire burning
inside of him.
Before long, Kukuroo Mountain came back into view, the Testing Gates towering
over the road that he had been forced to tread on foot. There were no high rise
buildings for miles, and thus he was reduced to travelling by road.
All seven gates opened at Illumi’s touch, and slammed shut heavily behind him
as he zipped past. Mike barely had time to sniff the air at the familiar scent,
before Illumi was entering the mansion.
The assassin strode through the halls with purpose, slowing to a fast walk,
following the twisting corridors with little light. Slender fingers were almost
shaking, heart pounding the adrenaline furiously through his limbs. He needed
to relax, rid himself of the tension. There was one way he knew to be fruitful,
and the resources were just around the corner.
Illumi slowed as he approached the door he sought. His steps were silent. He
needn’t bother shrouding his aura; the one upon whom he snuck had no knowledge
yet, that such a thing should be noted.
Long, pale fingers grasped the door handle and turned, quietly opening the door
to the bedroom. The moonlight shone through the large window, illuminating the
room. The small figure slept soundly, curled up under the covers. The silver
mop of spiky hair was barely visible, the form was so covered up.
Illumi unbuttoned his top, observing the undisturbed sleeping form. He loved it
when Killua was peaceful, serene. Though there were other expressions that the
boy wore that also excited the older assassin.
The fabric made no noise as it fell to the floor, cushioning the needles still
lodged in place. The light glistened over the long, obsidian hair as Illumi
crossed the room. Killua still didn’t rouse, not until the bed shifted.
Killua only moved slightly, not turning around as he felt the bed lower from
Illumi’s weight. He kept his eyes closed tight, unwilling to observe the
situation of which he was now fully aware.
Killua’s heart caught in his throat. Aniki’s finished his mission… and now-
Killua stayed curled in a little ball, hoping against hope that Illumi might
pity him, or believe he was still sleeping, and leave him be. Killua had no
such luck.
He was jostled as he felt the weight of Illumi’s hands either side of him. The
light touch of Illumi’s leg pressed against his behind, and he flinched. He
knew what was coming. It wasn’t the first time Illumi had visited him late at
night in such a state.
Indeed, it had been for years, that Illumi had taken out his bloodlust on his
younger brother. Even when Killua had been at the Heaven’s arena only two years
ago, Illumi had still found him. Killua had thought that as he had been far
away from home that he would have been safe from the older’s touches. He had
never learned a more agonising lesson, despite all of his Aniki’s other
lessons.
Killua was forcibly returned to the present from the gentle touch; Illumi’s
finger lightly ran through Killua’s hair, brushing a few stray strands off the
younger’s face. Killua’s jaw tightened as he felt Illumi move closer, closer,
until the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Illumi’s breath was hot on
his ear. He could hear Illumi’s breathing, shaking and uneven, and he thought
it was a miracle that he was still so far undisturbed.
Clearly Aniki is struggling tonight.
The thought burst through from his subconsciousness, unbidden and unwelcome. He
didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to be where he was. He didn’t
like the feeling when Illumi’s lips suddenly pressed softly against the side of
his face.
Illumi could feel Killua trembling beneath him. He too was shaking. The surging
through his veins was nigh uncontrollable and required something powerful to be
satisfied. Illumi’s lips brushed delicately down Killua’s face, his neck – and
there he lingered for a moment. The taste of Killua – it was a glorious mix of
sweat and salt and something sweet upon which he could not put his finger.
Whatever it was, it was intoxicating, and did not much help his condition.
Slowly, Illumi tugged at the blanket that was in his way. He found little
resistance; Killua held onto the fabric for a split second, before giving up
and allowing himself to be exposed.
Killua was still clothed; for that much the boy was grateful. He knew it
wouldn’t last for long, especially if Illumi was as impatient as he seemed, but
it would be nice while it lasted. Killua did his best to stay still, knowing
that if he fought back or resisted, it would end all the more badly for him.
There it was – the loosening of his shirt, ripped from Illumi’s slash with
elongated claws. The touch again – Illumi had been quick to retract his nails.
Killua’s skin shivered as he felt Illumi’s fingertips trail lightly down his
bare back.
Killua always wondered why Illumi made it so drawn out. Would he not get more
satisfaction from simply taking Killua? Perhaps not – certainly that was how it
seemed, to Killua anyway.
Illumi’s hand trailed up and over to grasp Killua’s shoulder, pulling him
around to lie on his back. The sensory deprivation made it all the worse, so
Killua opened his eyes just a tiny crack. Through his thick eyelashes, he saw
Illumi’s exposed chest, pale and glistening in the moonlight.
Skin stretched over muscle as the older assassin’s arms moved, working to free
the younger of his shirt. The tattered fabric fell away, exposing Killua’s
scarred skin. The sight of it fuelled Illumi, evoking a low growl to issue from
his throat. The lines, most made by him, marking his territory.
Illumi was straining – he was furiously aroused, his blood lust turning into
pure lust, and it was all he could do to resist from simply crushing onto
Killua and destroying him. As it was, his kisses became more rough, and he
began biting down on the soft flesh.
Killua’s eyes snapped open wider as he felt Aniki’s teeth on his chest, then on
his nipple which hardened involuntarily in response. A sharp exhale issued from
between his gritted teeth. Looking down unconsciously, all he could see was the
black hair over his chest, hiding the horrifying view. He didn’t know if he
preferred to see or not. Was it better to see what was happening, to know what
was coming, or to be unpleasantly surprised?
Then – he flinched again from the touch; Illumi’s fingers clasped around his
waist, thumbs rubbing just under the elastic of his shorts, toying with him. As
the contact became more rough, Illumi’s fingers moving down, lowering Killua’s
shorts, the boy gasped. He stuffed his knuckles into his mouth. He hated the
sounds he made, the sounds he couldn’t stop. He wasn’t enjoying the feeling. He
hated it. But his body. His body had its own reactions. Acted of its own
accord.
The elastic stretched slightly as the shorts were pulled off. The cool air
hitting Killua’s skin was unpleasant, though of course it paled in comparison
to everything else he was currently experiencing. And even worse, his body
again was against him. He was beginning to harden as Aniki’s fingers clasped
his cock.
Even through biting down on his knuckles, he groaned. Seriously conflicting
emotions roiled through him. His body enjoyed the touch, but his mind. He
wanted to shut off, maybe fall unconscious. Unfortunately, due to his training,
he was well practiced with remaining alert through any forms of torture, though
he thought this was the worst kind. Electricity: nothing. Water torture:
bearable. Whipping: annoying yet tolerable. Aniki’s touches: he wished he would
die.
The touches became more vigorous, Aniki’s fingers swept up and down, forcing
Killua’s cock to harden further until it felt like it might break. Aniki’s lips
moved back to his neck, tongue and teeth ravishing his skin. Fingers curled
around his wrist and removed his fist from his mouth, only to be replaced by
Aniki’s mouth.
The elder’s tongue darted in his mouth, forcing his own to join the dance. He
complied, only to save himself. He lay completely still, allowing what was
happening to just happen. It was safer that way. He had learned long ago that
fighting would result in much worse punishment that what already befell him.
His mouth was busy, and his hips bucked uncontrollably under Aniki’s touch as
the strokes sped up, as did the tongue dance. Illumi’s hand cupped Killua’s
jaw, holding tenderly as if they were sharing a lover’s romantic kiss.
Illumi was struggling, his erection ready to burst through his pants. He paused
his kiss for a moment, biting down on Killua’s bottom lip and inserting his
fingers into the younger’s mouth.
Killua knew why, and he acquiesced, lathering the digits with as much saliva as
he could produce. The more there was, the less pain there would be. After not
nearly enough time, the fingers disappeared, replaced again by the tongue,
resuming the violent battle.
The grasp on his cock loosened, and disappeared, fingers running down the
inside of his leg as his thighs were spread. He hesitantly gazed into Illumi’s
eyes, and found they were burning with desire. Blank, soulless pupils void of
light eyed him hungrily.
Aniki always liked to keep eye contact, and it made Killua die inside. He did
not want to see the eyes of the one who violated him so, particularly as they
held no remorse, no regret. How could one take so much, cause so much pain,
with no empathy? His older brother was special that way. A special kind of
monster, for whom surely the bowels of Hell had a special reservation, if there
truly existed such punishment.
Killua tried to keep Illumi’s gaze, to show that he was not afraid. He was, of
course, but he tried to put on a show. His own pupils contracted as he felt the
touch on his entrance. It was soft at first, finger rubbing around, and then it
was not so soft. He flinched as the first digit was forced inside, his legs
trembling at the intrusion.
He almost bit down on the tongue in his mouth, but stopped just in time. He was
stretched, and manipulated, until a second finger pushed inside, and he winced.
His cock throbbed, standing forgotten while he was invaded. He knew it was
better at least, for this to happen first, but it made no difference. It still
hurt like hell.
Aniki’s fingers ground inside of him, stretching and pulling and finally a
third finger forced its way in. Killua tried to focus on the tongue in his
mouth, anything to distract him from what was happening in his behind, but it
was impossible.
He did his best to meet with Aniki’s tongue, but it was difficult, focusing on
such a task – and that was what he considered it – until finally, release. The
fingers pulled out roughly, making him wince, and the tongue released him.
He experienced a moment of relief, until he opened his eyes again, and saw
Aniki kneeling over him. Illumi was pulling down his own pants. Killua couldn’t
help it. He began to sob, tears leaking from his eyes, rolling down the side of
his face.
He reached out, his arm silver in the moonlight, and grasped Illumi’s wrist.
“Aniki… please… no…” He whispered, his voice cracking, knowing deep inside that
it would be no use, no good. But he felt like he had to try.
Illumi didn’t pause his motions, pulling off his pants and dropping them down
beside the bed. Nothing Killua could say would stop him now. He needed the
release. He needed to relax, and the answer was waiting below him, shaking in
terror.
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