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Homecoming	By : Akuma Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 11653 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Homecoming

A/N: I'm so very sorry for the very long delay *bows deeply*.. But I'm no
expert in sex scenes esp. rape scenes. No matter what I do to this chapter, it
never seems good enough for me. SO I'm sorry if this disappoint you after the
long wait. The chapter after this is better though... I think... Better than
this one at least. And I'm trying to edit it right now. So please read and
review...

Disclaimer: Killua is, unfortunately, not mine. Neither is Illumi. And why
does the only thing I own are slimy bastards. There are some in this fic and
you're free to use them. I get nothing from them anyway.

Remembrance

The light haired assassin idly plays with his longish hair. The light of
sunrise turns his pale complexion gold. Unaware of the aura on sensuality he
always seems to bring, he brushes his lips slowly with his hair. His eyes
distant but guarded as if he tries to prevent anyone from knowing whatever he
has in mind. Not long after, he sighs and leans on the tree he sits on.

He hasn't slept for days. His eyes are tired and heavy but he still can't
sleep. he couldn't if that dream keeps hunting him like this. The only time he
can rest his body is in afternoon, under the yellow sun, far from the darkest
corner of his mind. But now, the urge to let his eyes close although for a
moment is very hard to resist. He thought the dreams had stopped because he
hadn't had it for weeks. But now, with the memory of a certain someone's
hand on and inside his body, the dream has returned ten folds fiercer.

He can't do this forever. He can't pretend nothing has happened in front of
everyone like this anymore. In fact the only reason he keeps up with it is
because he still hasn't thought of a reason to explain why he didn't tell anyone
in the first place.... Well to be honest he doesn't know himself. Illumi's
uncharacteristic behavior had put Killua off guard all the time to the point he
let him get into him too much.

Iie. He can't ignore how caring Illumi had been for that short moment even if
it's only to get into his pants. He had trusted Illumi and although it has
proven to be a mistake in his part, he still does. He needs Illumi. He wants him
near.

Killua sighs. He feels so restless, so tired of thinking, waking, watching,
breathing, living... He wants to disappear, to die, anything to get away from
this confusion. "... doushite...." he sighs. "Doushite, aniki?"

*

Killua wakes up with a start. His bleary eyes tries to adjust to the bright
light above but he gives up after a few moment since the light makes his head
pounds harder. He tries to move his hands to cover his eyes to find they're too
numb to move. His head pounds madly as if he has just been forced to drink some
poison. But no poison can give this kind of effect to him. The most poisonous of
it can't even make him dizzy at the very least. He tries to open his eyes again
and is very surprised to see dirty ceiling above him. Had he been asleep? He
tries to move but once more finds himself immobile.

After gathering enough breath to move, he looks up to his hands. His eyes
widen when he sees cold steel chained them to something on the ceilings. He
looks down and finds his thigh above his knees also chained by steels that
attached to something on the ceilings, so that his bare bottom raised. He panicky
tries to pull the steels but to his surprise he can't even move a single muscle
of his body. His naked body shudders despite his best efforts to stay calm at a
light chuckle.

"You're finally awake, boy. We've waited long enough."

His trained eyes quickly scan the otherwise dark room and find a figure
hidden at the far corner. He grimly notices a few more of sick bastards hide
nearby. He tugs the chains a few more times with no result. His body tenses when
the dry chuckle returns.

"Don't waste your time. These chains are from special steel. Not even
the strongest of assassins can break them." The man sneers. "As i
said. We've waited long enough for you to wake. I believe now is time to start.
gentlemen.' he calls and the previously hiding figures walk to the only source
of light, a dim lamp above him.

He recognizes the smirking man. Kanamachi Tazawa. his target. The man he is
supposed to kill. He also recognizes th other men as his bodyguards who caught
him. What could they possibly want with him now?

He gasps in surprise at the sudden touch on his abdomen. The hand feels so
warm against his cold skin. He scowls at the chuckles thrown his way. The hand
sneaks to his chest and calloused fingers lightly traces the scars they find
there. His stomach flutters and his breath comes in short gasps as the man runs
his hand lightly on his chest, occasionally brushing his nipples. He shudders
despite his best effort as a sensation courses his body. Not an unpleasant one,
he notices grimly.

And just when he thinks the man has done playing with him, another hand come
into the play and pinches his nipple as the other one rolls his other nipple.
Before he knows it, he arches into the touch with a long, low moan. The
stimulation brings him feeling he never felt before.

"So responsive." he hears the man mutters. "So carnally
responsive."

The hand leaves him and he must bite his lip to prevent a loud groan of
dismay from coming aloud. he glares at his captor once he gets a grip of his
sanity. Whispers fill the room as the other men speaks quietly. He hears them
mention something about 'responsive', 'virgin' and 'beautiful' and somehow they
make him uneasy. he tests the chains again, they still won't budge. maybe it has
something to do with his numb hands.

His head jerks in surprise as the hands return, this time to his bottom. One
of them raise higher to his inner thigh and caresses his soft skin lightly while
the other strokes his bare flanks. The hand on his inner thigh leaves and was
suddenly replaced by wet lips and he moans. He still doesn't know what the man
does to him, but it sure feels good. The mouth sucks his tender skin harder to
the point where it nearly hurts but the light stroke on his bottom brings him a
sick comfort, though he still can't stop a sharp cry from spilling from his
mouth when he's bitten.

Killua can feel blood trickles down his thigh when the mouth leaves him. He struggles
for breath so he can't hear the man's word. From the corner of his eye, he can
see the closest bodyguard hands the man something he quickly drink. Before he
can think of what it is, his mind goes blank as the man's hand turns its
attention to his crotch, A numbing pleasure makes him throw all caution to the
wind and push himself to the hand. Killua is moaning when a pair of lips cover
his own and swallow all sounds coming from him. He gags when something poured
down into his mouth from the bastard's. He tries not to swallow but a hard
squeeze undo his will and he swallow the substance with nothing but a little
resistance.

Once again the hands and mouth withdraw and all he can hear is complete
silence from everyone. Killua chokes as the liquid burns his throat. "What
the hell was that?" he says with rough voice. "Was that poison?"

"Iie. it wasn't, dear boy." then, as if on cue, they come closer to
him. Killua feels the air grows thick with anticipation and suddenly their
looming figure blurred. He moans loudly.

A burning sensation that isn't fire courses his body and centered on his
steadily hardening crotch, tickling his spine. But Killua knows fire, having
attempted to be burnt at times. This fire is diferent. This fire comes
from inside of him, burning his body inside out. His body aches and burns
deliciously. Killua moans and arches in his restraints. He... needs something.
He knows he needs something to calm the fire. Killua's spine trembles with
overload of sensation and a spring is being uncoiled at the bottom of his
stomach. The air gets warmer as the sensation grows stronger and before he knows
it he's all mewling and arching pitifully for the men he despised.

The men laugh but he can't bring himself to respond them. The only thing in
his mind is his need of... something. Something he doesn't know.
Something foreign yet familiar. A sensation, a feeling he's never experienced
before. And he needs it desperately!

Then suddenly, there are hands, mouths, tongues stroke, suck and lap
his skin. Killua moans loudly, no longer remembering to whom the limbs belong.
He only knows their touch ease a little of his needs but adds more of his
torment. his hips jerks up, instinctively knowing how to seek completion. He
groans in frustration as he realizes the friction of air against his fevered
skin can not give him what he needs.

"What do you want, boy? tell me and I just might grant it." Soft
whisper accompanied by sloppy lick heard near his ear.

A small conscious part of Killua's mind tells him not to answer but his body
once again betrays him by arching to the touch. A hand hovers just above silvery
curls of hair and he has a sudden urge to push it lower to....

"More...." he gasps. "please...."

"What? I can't hear you."

There is mouth latched to his nipple, sucking ,biting and tugging it lightly.
A hand rolls the other nipple into tiny bud. Another mouth suckles his neck
hard, biting his pale skin occasionally. fingers lightly strokes places he never
knew are sensitive until now. two large hands cup his buttocks, squeezing them every time
he mewls or moans. More lips sucks his inner thighs.... he can't handle it
anymore!

"More...." Killua moans. "I want more...." he gasps when
suddenly there's a hand on his shaft. It doesn't stroke, move. It just stays
still there, just a tormenting warmth against his heated flesh.

"More of what? Tell me." comes a breathless reply.

His hips rolls and jerks under the hand. Urging it to move and give him
completion. Two hands hold his hips down so he can't move them anymore. He
groans in frustration but soon it change into yet another moan as well when he
feels a wet finger tease his nether area.

Killua bucks wildly on the cold wooden table as the tip of the finger enters
him. A loud moan of abandon escapes his mouth. It felt so good. So fucking
good. He immediately tries to push back onto the finger but his hips are gripped
firmly, not giving him chance to move at all. He groans in frustration and the
other hands and mouths occupies themselves with pleasuring his sensitive body
again.

"Please...." he writhes. If they don't stop playing soon, he's sure
he'll die. "Oh, please.... More...."

"More of what, boy? more of what?"

Killua can't stand it anymore and he cries out. "Please... touch me...!
touch me!" He sobs in despair and the hands and mouths still, ceasing their
work but don't leave his body. occasional laps of tongues on his nipple and
inner thigh are the only movements for a while. Then suddenly, they leave
him....

Killua opens his teary eyes, wondering what he has done wrong. His captors'
faces are unreadable as they trains their eyes on a object he can't see.
Kanamichi is somewhere out of his sight, and when he returns, Killua can't help
but notices a case he brings with him.

Kanamichi resume his position near Killua, his case laid open above Killua's
head so he can't see what's in it. The air grows dreadfully thick with
anticipation. Even Killua holds his breath and for once nearly forgetting his
need. but soon it makes itself known and Killua's breath labored as the
sensation grows more and more unbearable.

"Ta... Tazawa... what are you Ahhh...."

Old rough hands pinches his nipples, turning them into tight buds in no time
at all. His body arches to the touch but then as suddenly as it comes, it disappears.
Killua groans in dismay, missing the lost human contact badly. Any thought was
cut short as something cold closed over his nipples, pinches them harder than
any human could and he cries out.

Only silence and Killua's harsh breathing could be heard in the small room
for a few minutes but then it's broken by buzzing sounds and Killua's cry. Pain
centers in his rear as Kanamichi forces something into his body, tearing him
apart with each push into his body. Killua's inner muscles tries to expel the
intruder out to no avail and it only succeeds in clamping around it tightly,
pulling it even deeper into his virgin body, his inner wall scraped by its rough
texture. Killua's about to beg them to stop when suddenly.... "Ahhhhh!!...
oh, god... mor-Ahh...!"

He can't think, can't see, can't hear anything. He can only feel and that's
everything matters to him. He can only moaned as it enters his body
deepest and brings him pleasure he never knew exists before. A man slips a rug
under his waist to lift his hips at an angle that enable it to enter him
deep but not deep enough to bring him release. The feeling of being stretch wide
is the most pleasurable torment he has ever experienced.

The hands touching him add to his torment and mouth clamping over his neck
brought him a new kind of sensation. Tazawa returns to his side then nuzzles his
ear while his hand explores the plane of his stomach and chest.

"Is this what you want, eh, boy?" Tazawa says with a sloppy lick on
his ear shell. His fingers suddenly pinches Killua's nipple, causing the young
boy to arch his body to the touch. Killua whimpers as the fingers leave him.

"You know, I've been thinking about some things to do to you while you
were out earlier. do you want to know?" Killua only moans in response, his
hips pistoning into the thin air. "I'll take that as 'yes'.... You were
laying in blood red silk sheet of my bed, writhing, whimpering, moaning and
arching for my touch." Tazawa punctuates his words with a light brush down
his belly. It ends just before his arousal, making Killua groans in disappointment.

"But I just hovered above you, pinning your hands and legs immobile, and
you..." he pause to brush his lips against Killua's. "were making most
delicious sounds, just like... this..." his hand which has returned to
Killua's abdomen suddenly grasp Killua's arousal, pumping it slowly. Killua
gasps sharply, the touch is firmer this time, pumping him firmly but still
doesn't give enough friction for him to reach completion. He arches to the touch
for more to no avail. Still in haze, he hears a rumbling laugh distantly.

Killua pants loudly. In his mind he pictures himself spreads his legs
wantonly beneath the man he truly despise, but at the same time needs. He can
nearly see himself arching his hips to the air, his hands fist the crimson silk
as Tazawa kisses his hipbones, the man's fingers knead his bottom softly. Tazawa
then trails teasing kisses from his thigh to his lips, avoiding to touch
Killua's center of desire, making the boy keens softly. But the man is
merciless, he trails kisses along the boy's jaw and neck, occasionally stopping
to suck the pale skin red. One of his hands tweaks and pulls Killua's nipple
until it turns into hard pebbles while the other one caress the small of
Killua's back and then lowering until it delves in between Killua's butt cheek,
teasing Killua's rear. Tazawa's erection rests snugly against Killua's, rubbing
with agonizingly lazy speed. Killua moans loudly. The image itself is nearly
more than enough to give him sensory overload but Tazawa -the bastard- adds more
of his torment by brushing his over-sensitive body randomly firmly. Killua idly
wonders why he hasn't reached... completion yet. Maybe it has something
to do with a ring rests snugly on the base of his cock.

Then someone moves the tool on his rear to an angle, and his eyes roll back
in his head. His hips jerks and rolls as every movement introduces him to a
brand new pleasure...

"Enjoying yourself, eh?" Tazawa asks smugly. His voice sounds like liquid
sex. he smirks at Killua's agonized moan. Tazawa bent his head to level Killua
then whisper to his ear "It's okay, bitch. We'll make you feel
better."

Killua heard a rumbled laughter but he pays no heed to it. Everything he can
think about is the sensation that nearly explode his whole being into millions
irreparable pieces but yet so completing.... He whimpers. So close. He is so
close to that completion...

Distantly he hear a slamming voice. Perhaps the door, he thinks vaguely. Then
there are gasps of pain and surprise along with a soft gushing wind.

"Please. No..." he hears someone says. It takes him a few moment
for the words to register into his brain and when it eventually does, it still
doesn't mean anything to him. Until....

A rather blurry face of a man looms over him. Not Tazawa, he thinks dazedly.
He tries to focus his sight but only succeeds in moaning instead as something
is brushed inside him.

"Please... please...." he hears himself says. He rolls his hips
slowly to explain what he means, his motion elicits a long low moan from his
throat. "Please...."

The man, whoever he is, disappears and Killua make a soft agonized voice.
Will the man leave him like this? A tear runs down his cheek.
"Please...." he cries softly.

He gasps when a cold finger touches his stretched rear. Kami-sama, the man
doesn't intent on torturing him more... does he? he can't think further because
the man suddenly moves the tool, brushing a spot inside him that makes him cries
out, arches off the cold table and pushes back to the pressure.

The man disappears again before finally returning to his side, brushing his
side along the way. When he is right beside Killua's head, the latter has his
eyes closed. Killua feels the sudden change in air pressure as the man's hand
nears his cheek, but for some reasons, he hesitates and stop himself just before
he touches Killua's skin.

The hand then ventures lower, down his neck and the plane of his stomach to
his painfully aroused cock, making his skin tingle along the way. Killua nearly
screams when the man swiftly removes the ring at the base of his arousal, then
pumps his young cock firmly. A finger strokes the tip of his cock making him...
release white essence to the air.

And at that one agonizingly wonderful second when his eyes wide close, his
mouth screams silence, his hips lifted and his back arched into the sky, he
feels... completed....

He falls back into reality with a loud 'thud' and can only whimper when a
soft hand milks the last of his essence from him. Waves of sleepiness wash
through him and he remains blissfully unaware of the man's effort to unchain
him. He only whimpers softly when he start to feel soreness in every part of his
body.

All movement stills as slowly, with agonizing slowness, the man extract the
source of his pleasure/pain. He whimper as its patterned surface brush his inner
muscle. The sensation is exquisite, if not painful. it's fully pulled out of him
with a wet 'pop' and Killua finds him self almost missing its presence inside of
him.

Killua is only half awake when he is cradled against a strong chest. Soft,
warm hands pulls him closer. Lips brush his hair and foreheads over and over
again. Then, a soft whisper in the stillness of the room passes him softly like
a comforting wind.

"Daijobou... Killua...."

The corners of his lips lift lazily in contentment.

"Aniki..."

^_^::

A/N: Do you like it? I just hate writing sex scenes. Reading them is one
thing, writing them is another. Anyways, more will be revealed in the next
chapter. I'll try to hurry the writing because I plan to end this story on
Killua's birthday next year. In the meantime... Please Review!!!
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