Kakashi The Hunter

Part X Thirty-Five

**This is pure smut, you have been warned**

"That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think?" I huffed out a laugh.

"It's not presumptuous if I know you want it," Hisoka smirked; his husband's almond eyes were once again bouncing between us, not in confusion this time.

"I was unaware that you were able to read me so well, Hisoka. Am I really that bad at hiding my emotions?" I held my hand up to my chest, leaning toward the man and tilting my head. I was really trying to capture the image of a worried wife whose husband she's been poisoning is in the hospital. Sakura had a very descriptive way of telling her horror stories from the hospital.

"You're very hard to read. I know what you look like when you're turned on." Hisoka snaked his tongue out and licked his lips, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

"And what do you have to say about all of this?" I turned to look into the wide eyes of Illumi. He was stoic as ever, but there was desire in the black depths of his eyes. He wasn't focused on just one of us but both at once.

Hisoka slowly blinked at his husband, suggestively raising one of his eyebrows. He looked like he was expecting Illumi to back out or something, which would be unfortunate because, in all his oddness, Illumi was quite attractive. He was obviously younger than Hisoka and I but apparently old enough to get married.

"I have no reservations about having sex with the two of you." Blunt. I like it. Illumi stalked forward, finally leaving his area by the door. His hips swayed slightly, hesitantly almost. You'd think that someone so experienced in assassination would have a bit more confidence, especially with someone like Hisoka as a husband.

Hisoka looked up as his younger husband stood between the two of us, hands delicately placed behind his back. Illumi's waist was even smaller than Hisoka's. I realized he was smaller in general. Tall, but thin.

The black-haired man leaned down, his face in front of mine, his long hair creating a curtain between us and the rest of the world. He smelled like blood and cotton candy, a mix of himself and Hisoka.

"Don't you want to know what it would feel like to fuck me?" Illumis' sultry voice whispered between us. His eyes were wider than usual, almost as if he was trying to look innocent.

I slowly reached a hand up towards his face. He leaned into it as I caressed his cheek, sliding my thumb along his bottom lip. Illumi hummed appreciatively as he took the tip of my thumb into his mouth. I had no doubt that my eyes were dark, my pupils dilated enough to match Illumis's.

Illumi sucked once before I hastily slid my hand from his face and into the soft, dark strands of his hair. I gripped tightly, pulling his head back. Illumi moaned in pure bliss as his hair was pulled harshly, so he liked that, too.

His hands pulled on my jonin vest, demanding silently that I take it off. Another set of hands started unzipping it from behind me. Hisoka had experience in stripping me, didn't he?

I let them pull the first two layers of my upper clothing off, gripping Hisoka's hands before he could rip yet another one of my shirts apart. The tight shirt came off, the mask attached, and I threw it onto the floor. I stared into Illumi's eyes as he took my face in, having never seen it before. I smiled at him, my sharp teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His eyes were drawn to them, enraptured by what they could do to him with a single bite.

My hand found its way back to his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. Kissing Illumi was nothing like kissing Hisoka. Where the pink-haired man tasted like strawberry and bubble gum, Illumi tasted like raspberry and chocolate. I had never been one to enjoy sweet things, but the taste on Illumis' lips was addicting.