Prompt #35 for tumblr user "kinsdura." This one was certainly fun to do because of their bantering. I may make something else for this depending on the response.

Chrollo's eyes widened at the Kurta's request, still not sure he had heard it right. I mean, he didn't mind, but he hadn't expected him to be so forward… maybe he should ask again? And he did, which had the conjurer seething as he spit out the same words.

"You heard me. Take. It. Off."

The spider head snickered as he took off his coat slowly, putting it to the side with his other belongings. He could never understand the blonde's dislike of the coat. "Yes, of course Your Majesty." He took all the time in the world as he started to tug at his shirt.

"I just meant the- oh for Gods sakes!" He put a palm to his face, obviously worn out by the hard time he was being given.

"Yes, well, I always thought we could do something more than-" he was interrupted when something hit him in the head.

"Put your shirt back on!"

"Oh, is this too much for you to handle?" He inquired seeing the blush bloom across the blonde's cheeks.

"Of course not!"

"So I can take off my pants?"

"What? No! What type of question is that?"

"A one where someone is interested in the other but the other is oblivious to it all, that type of question. I'm pretty sure it's happened to you at least once or twice before, but with how you are, I'm sure you didn't even catch on." The Kurta stood there, his face getting progressively deeper shades of red. "Well, of course, it's hard not to hit on someone as beautiful as yourself. Though granted, the others are at loss because I get to see through so many of your very lovely and complex layers of emotions and thoughts."

"Shut up!" He hadn't raised his hand, and the chains still hadn't appeared, so Chrollo figured it was okay to press a little further.

"Not used to compliments?"

"Not used to you."

"Good, wouldn't want you to be bored of me."

"Why do you care?"

"Didn't I already answer this?"

"Are you answering a question with a question?"

"And you're not?"

"Fine. Maybe I want to make sure I didn't mishear."

"Oh?"

"Something about this room makes it hard to hear, as you seemed to have experienced earlier."

"Fair point. In short, I like you."

"Hm."

"That's it?"

"You didn't specify."

"Specify on what?" The specialist leaned forward, smiling now. He knew that he'd never lose interest in this boy, oh no, not when he had gone back to a blushing mess in front of him for what could've been the dozenth that evening.

"What type of like."

"I suppose you're right…"

"And?"

He grinned as he took a couple steps forward, closing the gap between the two. He reached his hand up and cupped his cheek, genuinely surprised that the boy still held his ground even in front of him. He bent down a bit, and whispered into his ear his response.

"I love you."

He moved away from his ear, cherishing the look on his face as he backed away towards his clothes. He put his shirt back on, slowly, knowing that the Kurta's eyes were on him. He turned around, unable to contain his smile. "I put my shirt back on, hopefully it's less distracting for you now?"

The Kurta pressed his lips into a line, nodding his head before exiting the room.

He could hear the Phantom Troupe chastise him in his head, telling him he shouldn't have pushed him like that, even if he was their former enemy. He closed his eyes as he hummed to himself, sitting on the edge of what would now be his bed. Allies. That's what they were now. He felt pleased at the thought, the word tasting sweet on his tongue and adrenaline coursing through his body. He rolled onto his back, his gaze boring into the ceiling above him. He would enjoy every bit of this, every bit of time, every bit of conversation with him, with Kurapika.