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Killua was taken home by Illumi. To be exact, he was captured.
Milluki, who was playing a video game, immediately dropped the joystick in his hand when he heard the news, and joyfully went to the dungeon to watch the play.
When Milluki came to the dungeon, the first sight was Illumi’s back, which was illuminated by the flickering candlelight.
Illumi stood outside the cage looking at the scarred boy inside.
A cage separates the two inside and outside.
Killua's hands and feet were chained, like a wounded cub crouching in a dark corner.
Illumi held the cake in her hands, her black hole pupils locked on Killua.
"If you come back with me obediently, you won't be hurt." The emotionless tone had a reproach.
"Do you really think you can escape from me?"
The boy in the cage did not speak. The pair of blue eyes in the darkness were covered by a lonely Dead Sea.
Milluki stood beside Illumi, raised his chin, and looked arrogantly at the dim corner of the cage. The upper naked body of the trapped boy was shrouded in shadows, giving the impression that he was too weak to hear a sound.
The sneer in Milluki's eyes was almost filled, he tried his best to hold back the corners of his mouth.
Ha! It served him right! It seemed that Killua has been tossed a lot. The resentment of being stabbed by Killua before was vented especially enjoyably.
Only Illumi's voice echoed throughout the dungeon: "Alluka has been put back into the confinement room. You won't be able to see him for the time being." The motionless posture of holding the cake in his hands seemed wired. "Killua, today is your birthday, this cake is for you.”
There was no movement in the dimness of the cage.
However, discontent crept into Milluki and he said sharply , "Why did you give him a celebration? You should lock him up and starve him for a few days! If don't teach that guy a lesson, he will definitely run away again!"
Suddenly there was a chuckle from inside the cage.
Milluki burst into a fury and he turned his sight angrily to face the person in the cage, grabbed the metal bar of the iron cage and shouted at the figure: "What the hell are you laughing about! Do you really think you can sneak out again? Dream on!"
The person leaning against the wall raised his head up, his white hair resting on his eyebrows, and when he looked up, Milluki met bright, blazing, aggressive eyes.
Milluki was a little stunned, didn't Killua look like a toast just now.
However, his eyes did not look like a desperate trapped beast. Instead, they looked like a beast that aimed its prey... The tumbling surge in the eyes immediately rolled Milluki into the storm hidden behind those ferocious emotions.
At the same time, a cold gaze fell on Milluki. The crisis instinct in Milluki immediately sounded the alarm, and hurriedly looked back at Illumi next to him.
Illumi glanced at Milluki's face. Milluki couldn't help but tremble. How could he feel that eldest brother was angry... What did he do wrong? But Illumi quickly looked away, as if nothing had happened, and turned to look at the boy in the cage again.
Milluki took a few steps back silently, leaving the rest of the time to Illumi, and just retreat to the corner to watch the play.
Illumi called Killua to come and eat the cake, but there was still no response from the people inside.
Illumi put the cake in his hand on the ground, "Killua, if you haven't eaten it when I come back, I don't mind feed you myself."
After speaking, Illumi walked out.
Now only Milluki and Killua are left in the dungeon.
Seeing Illumi disappear into the corner of the corridor, Milluki ran to the edge of the cage again, admiring the person huddled in the corner with a smug face.
"Seeing that you can't come out for a while, I'm really sorry for you." Milluki suppressed happiness levitating from his heart . "Your days of confinement are still long, so get used to it."
Saying that, Milluki looked down at the cake at his feet.
Milluki licked his lips, whipped a piece of cream with his index finger, and put it in his mouth, so sweet.
"You won't eat it anyway. Instead of wasting it, give it to me." Milluki picked up the cake and ate it on his own, not caring about the boy in the cage.
At this time, there was a noise from the corner, the sound of chains colliding with each other.
The cream-covered hand stopped, and Milluki, who still had the snow-white cream on the corner of his mouth, raised his head in surprise.
The sound of small footsteps came from the depths of the cage, which was not concealed.
The iron chain rubbed the ground with the movement of the person, making a harsh noisy sound and then the chain tightened on the spot, holding the person's footsteps to continue.
But those white legs didn't stop moving forward, turning a blind eye to the iron chains that imprisoned him.
Then Milluki heard the sound of the iron rope connecting to the wall shattering.
The boy in the cage slowly walked from the dark corner to the place where the dim candlelight fell.
Milluki stared dumbfounded at Killua walking in front of him.
The white hair seemed to be plated with broken luminescent spots in the dim light.
Through the candle rays, Milluki could see the scars on Killua's body, leaving bright red marks on his snow-white skin.
The two were only separated by the iron bars of the cage.
"You..." Milluki then reacted and wanted to step back.
But before he could take a step, a hand from the cage grabbed Milluki's wrist with such brute force that it almost crushed Milluki's wrist. Is this the strength that a battered man with bruises should have?
"It hurts!" Milluki yelled.
"Killua, you bastard!" He angrily met the cold blue eyes in front of him.
"I'm going to call Illumi here! let me go!"
No matter how much Milluki shouted, Killua still held onto his hand.
Milluki's hand was dragged into the iron bar.
Suddenly Milluki felt a touch of warmth in his fingers, and his whole body was stiffened, and then an incomprehensible scene appeared in front of him.
Milluki's hand came close to the boy's mouth, the cream on his fingers being licked by the protruding tongue.
Milluki was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled his hand back, but he found that he couldn't resist, he couldn't break free from Killua's strength.
Just as Milluki was distracted, Killua's other hand grabbed Milluki's neck.
Done! This was the first thought that crossed Milluki's mind.
Instantly, Milluki's forehead was pressed against the iron fence with an arrogant force, making a crashing sound.
Killua's slow warm breathing sprayed into Milluki's face when gold stars appeared in his eyes.
What unveiled in the eyesight was the face of Killua, who had never seen it so closely.
"You thought you could get out by taking me as a hostage, don't even think about it!" Milluki roared unwillingly.
"Don't want me to cut another hole in your stomach and shut up." The unhurried voice grabbed Milluki's mouthpiece in an instant.
Milluki closed his eyes and waited anxiously for the next move of the man who controlled him, already imagining the scene of Killua being beaten by Illumi.
The expected pain did not come, but there was an itch on the corner of his mouth.
The moment Milluki opened his eyes, he was caught in the twinkling light and shadow of the other pair of blueish eyes.
The tip of the other person's nose brushed lightly against his.
The tip of Killua's outstretched tongue licked the cream from the corner of Milluki's mouth.
A hint of cream lingers under Milluki's nose, mixed with sense of blood.
Milluki was as stunned as a petrified stone, unable to move, and he didn't even notice that the hand from his neck was released.
The corners of Killua's mouth curved slightly. "It's sweet." No one knew if he was commenting on the taste of the cake or something else.
Milluki's face and ear tips were brushed with crimson clouds, accompanied by burning heat.
After standing in the same place for a full minute, Milluki came back to his senses, and he realized that his face was flushed, and he didn't know how long he had been watched by the young boy in front of him.
Milluki turned quickly and fled the place without looking back.
Milluki, who had escaped from the dungeon, rushed back to his room and locked the door with a snap, his heart beating fast with the vigorous exercise.
He gasped, forcing himself to calm down.
Originally he was going to make a fool of Killua, how could it become like this! He became the one who escaped!
Thinking of the feel of the corner of his mouth sliding like a feather just now, that piece of skin was still burning hot.
Unable to understand Killua's intention, Milluki played the image of that moment over and over again in his mind. No matter how Milluki pressed the pause button, his brain wouldn't follow.
What kind of bad intentions does that stinky have in mind? Just to see his jokes! ?
Yes, it must be so. It's just revenge on him!
It dawned on Milluki if he got angry, he really fell for Killua's plan.
That guy can't save himself anymore, still wanted to scheming. Milluki sneered, if he complained to illumi later. The smelly kid will feel the better punishment in the next few days.
Milluki couldn't help excited when he thought of Killua's powerlessness in front of Illumi, and the troubles happening just now eased a lot.
Milluki decided not to go to the dungeon for a few days, let Killua stay there lonely, tormentedly. And then showed up to appreciate his embarrassed appearance.
Now Milluki continue to enjoy his game.
Midnight.
Milluki, who was having a wonderful dream, felt a heavy pressure, as if he was being held down by something, making him gasp for breath.
There was a faint smell of blood on the tip of the nose.
In a daze, the ceiling was blocked by a dark shadow in Milluki's eyes.
The moonlight that leaked in from the window fell like diamond powder on one’s frosty white hair.
Milluki's slowly widening eyes filled with panic in an instant.
"You!"
His mouth was covered before his voice could come out.
"Good evening." Killua bent down and leaned in front of Milluki, his voice rising like the corners of his mouth. "Why did you run away so fast? The cake was not be finished."
Milluki stared at Killua in shock and anger, questions written all over her face as to “how you came out”.
Killua, who knew what Milluki wanted to ask said slowly, "Brother, you are so stupid. Do you really think that cage can hold me?"
Milluki struggled, muttering inaudible accusatory syllables with his mouth covered.
Milluki's breath tickled Killua's fingers.
The struggling Milluki didn't notice the dark desire as deep as the night appeared in the big blue eyes of the boy under the cold moonlight.
Killua let go of Milluki's mouth.
Milluki took a deep breath and was about to scold at Killua who was riding on him.
Suddenly a lazy tone ignored Milluki's anger and interrupted, "Milluki, today is my birthday, have you prepared a birthday present for me?"
Milluki's swearing train of thought was interrupted by this inexplicable question.
He said angrily, "No! Get the fuck out!"
Killua sighed sadly, with a hurt expression as if he knew earlier, and then leaned into Milluki's ear and whispered, "In this case, I can only find it myself."
The moment a cold hand reached into the bedding and Milluki's thin pajamas. When Milluki felt the cold touch, he almost sat up in a jerky manner. But he was held down by Killua immediately .
In the darkness, Milluki looked at Killua's burning eyes, and Milluki finally made a voice intertwined with confusion and panic, "What are you doing?"
A raindrop-like kiss fell on Milluki's neck, and Milluki heard the boy who was lying on his chest like a cat say word by word: "Open a gift prepared for me."