Messy Cleanup
“Chrollo, please, it was an accident. It won’t happen again, I promise.” You whimpered, moving back as he made his way towards you.
“You words mean nothing to me, Bunny.” He grabbed you by your wrist tugging you forward. His fingers ghosted over your skin before parting your folds, sliding his fingers along your pussy. He tutted in distaste.
“Only I was meant to fill you. Are you begging to be fucked raw so badly?” He thrust his fingers into your roughly and you moaned, pressing against his chest.
“You only had to say, and I would lock you away. Take you over and over, raw and rough, until you were bursting with my cum. Fuck- Maybe I’d fill you so much that you’d be impregnated. Is that what you want, Bunny? Do you want me to fill you so full that your stomach swells?” You could feel his erection against your bare stomach, whimpering slightly at his words. You shuddered as he glared down at you, bringing his cum soaked fingers in front of your face.
“But instead, I find this.” He rubbed Hisoka’s cum between his fingers, face hardened in a scowl.
“I know it’s not my cum, and that clown is the only other person around when we came back. So tell me, Little Mouse, why is there someone else’s cum in you?” He moved to grab your face tightly, smearing Hisoka’s cum on your skin. You looked at him with wide eyes.
“I-I...” You were lost for words, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Use your words, Bunny.” He growled.
“I don’t know.” You cried, defeated.
“I told him he couldn’t.” You murmured and he let go of your face, eyes softening.
“And what did he say?” He moved to caress your cheek gently.
“T-That he’d like to see you try and stop him.” You bit your lip, looking away. You saw Chrollo’s entire body stiffen before he moved to kiss your forehead.
“Okay, thank you. I’m sorry for scaring you, Bunny. This isn’t your fault, have a relaxing shower and go to your room. I’ve left a gift for you.” He moved to kiss your lips gently before moving away, going to the door.
“Chrollo!” He stopped, facing the door still as you called him.
“You’re not going to kill Hisoka are you?” Your voice was laced in worry, you knew the magician was difficult sometimes and that his playfulness got him into trouble, but a mistake shouldn’t cost someone their life.
“We’re just going to have a little chat.” His voice was sickly sweet and it made your stomach drop. Somehow that felt more threatening that if he had just stated that he was going to kill Hisoka.
“Don’t fight.” You begged.
“Oh, Bunny, there’s not going to be a fight. I promise.” He smiled at you before leaving. You couldn’t ignore the awful feeling in your gut as you showered quickly. Doing as Chrollo said and returning to your room.
You saw a large box on the bed and moved to open it carefully, eyes widening as you took in the garment. It was a beautiful floor length dressing gown made of beautiful red silk that had a faux red fur trim around the edges. The sleeves were long as the fabric pooled on the floor, no doubt forming into a small train of fabric once it was on. The belt was made of the same red silk and the garment screamed high class. You were shocked to say the least. You moved to try it on, the fabric swaying beautifully as you twirled in it, looking at yourself in the mirror. It fit you perfectly, accenting every curve of your body. You felt beautiful. Your ran your fingers over the fabric, smiling softly before you heard a loud commotion down the corridor followed by shouting.
You shot out of your room, your dressing gown clinging to you as you ran to the kitchen were the troupe as gathered in a large crowd. You pushed past until you saw that Chrollo was pressing Hisoka against the wall by his shirt collar. Hisoka’s hair was messed and his lip was cut and bleeding. His eye looked swollen, forming the beginnings of a black eye and his makeup was smudged. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled as if he had been in a scuffle and his knuckles were red. Chrollo was in a similar state. His hair was messed compared to the neat slicked back way you were used to, he had a thin cut on his cheek and from the playing card sticking out of the wall behind them, you guessed Hisoka had thrown it at him. His cheek was blossoming a bruise and he had a small amount of blood on his chest. You weren’t sure who’s blood it was. Hisoka tried to move but Chrollo gripped his throat, slamming his head back into the wall, causing the magician to gasp.
“Mhm, keep choking me like that and you’ll make me cum, Boss.” Hisoka smirked, licking the blood from his bottom lip as he moved to place a hand around Chrollo’s arm. A crunching sound filled your ears and you looked away quickly as you heard Machi scream at Hisoka. You looked back to see Chrollo’s arm hanging limply at his side, teeth grit together before he grabbed Hisoka by his hair, forcing him down so his knee connected with Hisoka’s nose. You heard the sound of his nose breaking and you felt yourself pale.
“Stop it!” You rushed forward, only to be pulled back by a stern looking Uvo.
“Don’t kitten, I don’t want you to get hurt. We’ve tried to stop them.” Uvo held you against him as you looked desperately at the two men before you. Was this about what happened this morning? They were fighting, breaking each other’s bone just because Hisoka had cum inside you.
“If- If you don’t stop fighting then- then I’ll- I’ll do anything for you again! No attention, no love, you’ll even have to cook your own food!” You screamed at them. Hisoka looked at you briefly, blood streaming down his face as Chrollo grabbed him in a headlock.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to deny me, Bunny.” Chrollo growled, slowly cutting of Hisoka’s air.
You looked around desperately before pulling yourself out of Uvo’s grip.
“Fine. If you won’t listen then... Then I quit. If you can’t set rules and sort it out like gentlemen, then I’m done.” You announced hastily, watching as everyone moved to look at you.
“You can’t leave!” Shalnark cried.
“Please reconsider.” Pakunoda looked at you, a frown on her face.
“Babe...” Phinks’ saddened eyes looked at you. Feitan didn’t say anything, he just looked away, hiding his expression.
You looked at Chrollo but he didn’t speak.
“So that’s how it is then.” You sighed heavily before turning to leave, going straight to your room. You didn’t stick around for the uproar of shouting and arguing that followed as you closed your door behind you.
You didn’t know what you were going to do. You had no home, barely any belonging. You probably had enough wages to secure you in a hotel for a while but you needed to find a job as soon as possible. You chewed on your lip anxiously as you moved to change, placing the dressing gown back it’s in box neatly before gather your things together. Chrollo probably wouldn’t want you lingering around if you quit so it was best to just pack as quickly as possible. A knock at your door alerted you, causing you to stare at it for moment.
“Go away. I’m not a maid anymore.” You heard shuffling.
“It’s me.” Uvo’s soft voice called back and you hesitantly made you way to the door.
“What do you want?” You asked through the door and you heard him sigh.
“It’s a little hard to talk through a door, you know. Open up.” He gently tapped the door and you hesitated before slowly opening it and allowing him inside. He seemed shocked to see you packed, your room bare.
“You’re not really leaving are you?” He turned to look at you as you shut the door.
“Why wouldn’t I? I quit, remember?” You saw him frown and you sighed moving over to him.
“I don’t want anyone to fight, especially over me. Everything was fine before I came along and disrupted everything.” You sighed, moving to look up at him.
“I’m gonna miss you, you know?” You smiled sadly and he moved to embrace you tightly.
“Please don’t go. Things weren’t fine before you came here. They were worse. I-“ He sighed heavily, burying his face in your hair.
“I don’t want you to leave. Stay. You can live in my room, I’ll pay for everything you need.” He clasped your hands in his.
“I’ll- I’ll protect you, you won’t have to do any maid duties. I’ll worship you and give you everything you could ever want.” He looked at you pleadingly.
“This almost sounds like a confession.” You joked before looking away sadly and shaking your head.
“It wouldn’t be right for me to stay here.” You tried to pull away but Uvo clung to you.
“Don’t leave me. Please.” He sounded so small.
"I need you, we all need you." He clasped your face between his hands gently, moving to kiss you gently. It was slow and sweet; conveying the emotions he was struggling to say aloud.
You sighed softly as he pulled back, giving you a little space before another knock sounded at your door. Both you and Uvo turned as the door opened, revealing Chrollo.
"What are you doing?" His voice was sharp, cold.
"Packing." You quipped back, zipping up your suitcase as if to reaffirm your point. Chrollo ran a hand through his hair, mostly to compose himself.
"I'm sorry for my actions earlier, Sweetheart. There will be no more fighting." He said calmly.
"Where's Hisoka?" You folded your arms across your chest.
"He took a walk to calm down." You stared at him, and he sensed your distrust.
"You don't believe me?" He almost seemed hurt but Uvo stepped in to confirm that Hisoka was okay. You breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Chrollo.
"Is that all?" You hummed, still mad at him.
"I was hoping we could talk, Bunny. In my room." You'd never been to Chrollo's room and your interest was piqued.
"Fine. But I'm still mad at you." You pouted, moving to the door.
"I know, Bunny. Let me try to make things right?" He moved to rest his hand on your waist as he guided you to his room, opening the door and allowing you inside before shutting the door behind him.