Roommates X Fantasies X Good Good Night
(Based off of Episode 18 of the original anime.)
Chapter 1: Foreplay, Sort Of
Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.*
Talk about a stroke of luck. Not only had Leorio fooled a stupid, obnoxious ninja, several nights' worth of sexual fantasies was just about to come true. He was going to share a room with that blonde-haired, blue-eyed, slender-framed, pretty-boy: Kurapika of the Kuruta clan. A.K.A. Kurapika of the lovely, tight ass.
God.
The things they could do made Leorio drool thinking about them. Talk together. Eat together. Dress together. Undress together. Bathe—
Together—
Leorio's eyes rolled up into the back of his head.
"Oh, Leorio, don't look! I'm embarrassed!"
Kurapika stood with his back to Leorio. He yanked nervously at the waistband of his pants. Shooting a coy glance over his shoulder, he blushed.
"It's okay," Leorio said. "If you're not ready, I'll wait. I'll wait for you."
"No, I am! I am ready!" Kurapika's voice cracked with desperate desire. "I want you badly, Leorio. Ever since I saw you, I've wanted you…"
He fell against Leorio's chest, his fingers clutching at Leorio's shirt.
"—inside me," he whispered. "But-I don't know why—I'm sorry I'm—scared—"
Leorio ran his hands up and down the boy's bare back, entranced by the delicate bones under that fragile veil of skin. Gently, he kissed the boy's forehead, his eyelid, his ear, his cheek. He tasted sweat and tears. He inhaled the scent of his skin.
If only Kurapika knew how much he smelled like sex.
"Do you want me to—help you?"
"Yes…Leorio…please...help me…"
Slowly, Leorio brought his fingers to Kurapika's face and pulled him into a slow, lingering kiss. He felt the boy's lips open under his, tasted the sweet, hesitant tongue.
"Leorio…" Kurapika breathed.
Leorio's hands wandered lazily down the boy's neck, caressed his shoulders, brushed those small, delicate nipples, and began to slide Kurapika's pants off those narrow hips.
"Kurapika…I love you…"
He gave to boy's ass a firm squeeze.
"Oh baby." Leorio shook his head hard to clear it. Smoothing back his hair, he took a deep breath and opened the door to their room.
"Yo," he said suavely. It's me, shawty.
Kurapika pulled a shirt on over his head and turned to look at Leorio dispassionately, a sadly reverse version of Leorio's daydream.
"Can't you knock at least?" he said.
"We're roommates, it doesn't matter. Hanzo wanted to switch, and well," Leorio raised his eyebrows significantly. "You and I are good friends, aren't we?"
"Courtesy is required, even between good friends," Kurapika replied, completely missing the subtext.
What a square. He was probably just stressed out from all that unresolved sexual tension. It was hard enough surviving shape-shifting beasts, Hisoka, and death-matches with convicts, not getting laid once throughout was sure to make a man crabby.
Wasn't Kurapika lucky, then? Here was Leorio, more than willing to satisfy Kurapika's cravings.
As if Kurapika could read his friend's mind, he headed for the door.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"You don't need to inquire," Kurapika said. Looking coyly away to hide his desire, Leorio thought.
(I wish Leorio wouldn't look at me like that, Kurapika thought. It's kind of...
...creepy.)
The door clicked shut.
"Yup, he's definitely in love with me." Leorio smiled to himself and fell back into bed, slipping a hand happily into his pants. "I can't wait for tonight."
("What disgusting vibes Leorio was giving off," Kurapika muttered to himself. "I wonder if he's drunk.")
Author's Note:
*Quote by Samuel Lover