Chapter 4

Oh my blood

Once was my own

But in one touch

You made it yours

What have you done?

What have you done?

Oh, my poor bones

Rearrange them to fit your mold

Hang me up on your bedroom wall

Now I can't breathe at all

Song: Anyone Else –PVRIS

The next morning the smell of fresh bacon wafted under Kurapika's nose, waking him up. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and turned towards the smell. On his nightstand laid a tray with a full breakfast, including pancakes, bacon, eggs, and juice. He walked over to the nightstand and saw a note attached to the tray.

Thought you might be hungry. Also, I left some clothes and a towel on the vanity. There's soap stocked in the bathroom, you might want to shower. -Chrollo

Kurapika scoffed reading the note, like he would accept anything from that asshole. But as the bacon smell hit his nose again his stomach let out a low grumble, and he thought well, maybe some food wouldn't hurt. After all, he hadn't eaten in over 48 hours. The food was absolutely delicious—Kurapika wondered if Chrollo had made it himself. After some thought he concluded that no, there was no way Chrollo spent time on menial tasks such as cooking.

After the food was in Kurapika's belly the heavenly smell of bacon was replaced by his body odor, and Kurapika realized that a shower was actually appropriate. He grabbed the towel and made his way over to the spacious tiled shower with glass doors. The water was warm and inviting, a harsh contrast to everything he'd felt through the past few days.

When his shower was over he decided to check out the clothes Chrollo had left on the vanity. The long-sleeved shirt was a cream color, and the texture was soft and smooth. Chrollo had also left a pair of underwear and dark grey joggers. He pulled the clothes onto his body, realizing that although the clothes were simple, their quality suggested they were expensive. The material felt smooth against his skin, the fit was exact. When had Chrollo acquired these...? Kurapika would have never be able to afford clothes like these on his police salary—hell, he spent over half his money on rent in Thomasburg.

He tried, unsuccessfully, to stave off the intrusive thoughts of panic and anxiety that threatened to overtake him again, as the haze from sleep and the shower wore off and reality sunk in. Kurapika grabbed the TV remote and turned on the news, taking a seat on the bed. He didn't really feel like doing anything else, and he sure as hell wasn't about to test the waters outside of his room.

That night, Kurapika's brooding was interrupted by a gentle rapping on his door. Remembering what had happened last night, he chose not to answer it, clinging to a thread of hope that if he ignored his problems they might leave him alone.

A few moments later the door opened anyway, and Kurapika's heart started racing as Chrollo entered wearing a button-down shirt with dark trousers. His dark hair was down, framing his face, falling just above his shoulders.

"Hello, red," he said, coming to stand by the bedside.

"Red?" Kurapika asked incredulously. "What happened to blondie?" Kurapika rose from the bedside, moving to stand on the opposite side as Chrollo.

Chrollo shrugged. "Your Kurta eyes. But we can go with blondie if you like that better."

Kurapika looked away, folding his arms. "Whatever. I don't care."

Chrollo chuckled lightly. "Your preference is clear—blondie it is. Nice outfit, by the way."

Kurapika continued to look away, responding with silence.

"So, then, blondie," Chrollo started, voice suddenly playful, "do you prefer the bed or the bathroom?" he asked, beginning to pace around the room as if inspecting it.

"What are you talking about?" Kurapika snapped, turning to look at the older man.

"For our first time, of course," Chrollo said, coming to a stop with a smirk dancing on his lips.

Kurapika swallowed thickly. Chrollo couldn't possibly mean… but meeting Chrollo's eyes he saw that the older man was looking him up and down with fervor, suggesting that yes, that was exactly what he meant. Kurapika's heart started racing as Chrollo approached, and the blonde man took a few steps backward, until he hit the wall. He had to stop this, had to do something… At a loss for any other action, he tried throwing a roundhouse kick to Chrollo's side.

Naturally, Chrollo caught his shin as it came around, and pushed it down on the floor as he cornered Kurapika. Chrollo's face was now an inch away from Kurapika's, making the smaller blonde take in all of his features again, from his sharp jawline to the dark hair framing his face to his mesmerizing irises that stared at him in a way he'd never experienced before. And oh, god, Kurapika could smell his cologne now as Chrollo's arm wrapped around him, hand resting on the small of his back…

"So what'll it be?" Chrollo said, voice low and raspy in Kurapika's ear, "The bathroom?" he paused for a moment, eyes flickering. "… or the bed?"

"I don't…" Kurapika tried, voice coming out far breathier than he would've liked. He was blushing furiously, and trying to look anywhere but Chrollo's eyes. They were voids that sucked in all his coherent thoughts like a vacuum. He had to come to his senses, this was the leader of the Phantom Troupe after all. He squirmed, trying to release himself from Chrollo's strong grip, only to be pushed back onto the wall, overwhelmed by Chrollo's complete dominance.

"Personally, I'd prefer the bed. I think it'll be easier on your body." Chrollo's eyes flicked to the side for a second, then moved back to look at Kurapika with hunger. "So, if you don't have a preference, then…" he pulled Kurapika in closer, so their chests were touching. In one swift motion, he grabbed underneath Kurapika's ass and lifted him up, carrying him onto the mattress. Kurapika was taken by surprise at how easily Chrollo lifted him, plopping him onto the mattress like someone might handle a kitten.

Chrollo undid the top few buttons of his shirt next, exposing his toned chest. As Chrollo adjusted himself Kurapika tried to escape, eyes on the bathroom. Maybe he could make it inside and lock the door. Chrollo, however, was not about to let that happen. He started to lean over Kurapika, and pushed his shoulders back onto the mattress, making him lie flat on his back. Kurapika's breath hitched, taking in Chrollo's proximity and bare chest and he forced himself to say something, to remember what exactly the implications of this situation were…

"No… please… I…" he started to squirm, but Chrollo put a finger over his lips and held him down.

"Shh… Blondie. You're mine now. I took you, like the thief I am," he said, and then leaned in to close the distance between their lips. Chrollo's lips felt warm, gentle, and inviting pressed against his. Kurapika's eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment, until his brain jolted. What was he doing? This was a fucking spider for Christ's sake! His eyes flashed open in anger. He was not Chrollo's.

Chrollo pulled away sharply, expression flicking in annoyance. "Did you just bite me, blondie?" Kurapika smirked, satisfied with being able to fight back just a little before his body succumbed completely to Chrollo's dominance.

Kurapika's small victory didn't last long. Chrollo unbuttoned Kurapika's jeans and in one fluid motion forcefully grabbed his crotch over his underwear. A chill ran down Kurapika's spine and he gasped for air, hating the way his member was hardening at the touch. As Chrollo started to rub up and down over the fabric, Kurapika's body betrayed his rational mind, his pelvis thrusting upward slightly against the friction.

The motion did not go unnoticed by Chrollo, whose eyes filled with what could only be described as lust and desire at Kurapika's reaction. He then undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, and if Kurapika wasn't completely hard before, seeing Chrollo's chiseled abs took him the rest of the way to a full erection. Chrollo unbuttoned his pants next, exposing a thick bulge. Kurapika gulped. The older man placed himself over Kurapika once more so their foreheads were touching, one hand placed over Kurapika's head to prop him up and the other wrapped around Kurapika's waist. He simultaneously pressed his hips forward and lifted Kurapika's back to an arch, pushing their erections together. A small noise escaped Kurapika's lips, despite his attempts to resist revealing how much control Chrollo had over him. The noise was silenced by another kiss, except this time a tongue entered his mouth: probing, wet, and hot. Kurapika let himself take in the taste of Chrollo, like mint and vanilla, not really knowing how to respond. He'd never admit it, but he'd never actually kissed anyone before Chrollo, and the feeling was new and daunting. Their tongues swirled together under Chrollo's lead, before he pulled away again, leaving both of them gasping for air. The next rock of Chrollo's hips sent a wave of pleasure through Kurapika, and he felt a bit of pre-cum drip onto his skin.

"You're inexperienced," Chrollo mused, voice breathy and low. "Explains why you're so on edge." Kurapika narrowed his eyes, momentarily relapsing into sanity as he began to struggle away from Chrollo's grip again, unsuccessfully.

"Maybe I'm so on edge because I've fallen into the clutches of a perverted freak," he retorted, looking away with shame and embarrassment.

Chrollo smirked. "Don't worry, it won't hurt too badly, but you might be sore after," he said. Kurapika's eyes widened again as the full extent of what Chrollo intended to do sank in. Chrollo started moving again, this time kissing the sensitive flesh of Kurapika's neck as he grinded his hips down again. Kurapika couldn't help but gasp at the new sensations running through his body, throwing his head back against the fabric of the sheets.

Chrollo lifted Kurapika's shirt off his head, then pulled off Kurapika's pants and underwear, rendering him completely naked and exposed, lying underneath Chrollo. He then removed his shirt and pants fully, but kept his underwear on. His hands started rubbing up and down Kurapika's thighs, teasing, before they moved around to grab his ass, giving a tight squeeze. He flipped Kurapika over, so he was on all fours, and spread his cheeks wide, before he leaned down in between them. Chrollo reached a hand around and grabbed Kurapika's erection as he gathered up spit in his mouth, before letting some fall, landing on Kurapika's rim. Kurapika's nerves were on fire, but the pressure on his erection relaxed him as Chrollo's breath tickled his wet entrance. He felt Chrollo's tongue circling his hole, first going slow, but then speeding up, licking the entire thing in one go. The sensation was strange, but not bad. Chrollo's tongue began to narrow, adding more pressure to his entrance. He then felt a strong pressure filling him all at once and looked backwards to see what had just happened. Chrollo had slipped one finger inside, letting Kurapika get used to the feeling of being filled before moving around, probing the interior until he hit a spot that made Kurapika let out an uncharacteristically loud moan.

"Ah… Chrollo… I…" he breathed, arching his back like a cat.

"I think you're ready now." Chrollo flipped Kurapika back over into supine position and slipped off his own underwear, revealing his large, hard cock. Kurapika couldn't help but gape, mouth hanging open as Chrollo lifted up Kurapika's legs, wrapping them around his torso. He slowly pushed his tip into Kurapika who elicited a sharp intake of breath as the pressure grew on his hole. Chrollo slowly pushed farther inside, filling Kurapika up completely. The boy grit his teeth, trying not to let any noise come out as Chrollo started to move with slow, calculated thrusts.

The sensation was more intense than anything Kurapika had ever felt. He held his breath and bit his lips to keep from crying out every time Chrollo pounded into him. Losing all inhibitions, he grabbed Chrollo's thigh just above his knee, holding tightly. A moan escaped his lips as Chrollo's dick hit his prostate, sending a shudder through his spine. The pleasure was coming harder, faster, and Kurapika had to close his eyes.

Chrollo leaned forward to press his lips against Kurapika's in a light kiss, setting Kurapika over the edge. White hot pleasure overtook him and he couldn't breathe, as his orgasm shot spurts of cum up his stomach. Chrollo's thrusts grew erratic, pulsing faster and faster until he came inside of Kurapika.

As the pleasure faded from Kurapika's body, it was replaced by a crushing guilt. Kurapika thought of his clan, his friends; if they could see him now, see what he'd done, they'd burn him at the stake. A single tear slid down his cheek and he closed his eyes again, wishing he could will his sins away.

Chrollo brushed a finger over his tear, wiping it away. "Don't cry," he said as he pulled out of Kurapika. "It doesn't suit you."

He quickly found his clothes, pulling them over his body, and walked towards the door. "Goodnight," he said coldly, and shut the door.

Don't need to speak
I think we've had enough of each other
Don't make it worse
All we did, all we did was suffer
You were just physical touch, not necessarily love
Just something to distract my aching brain for once
I feel too little and I think too much

Song: Winter –PVRIS

The next time Chrollo came for him, Kurapika didn't try to resist.

Kurapika let him lift off his clothes, and be pulled tight against Chrollo's firm body. He let himself drown in the scent and gentle touch of this mysterious man; let himself forget the dark reality of his situation, if only for a moment.

As the days passed, Chrollo would come about every other night, waltzing in and out of his life like a regular customer, as if Kurapika's room was his restaurant to dine in. The gifts and meals he left didn't stop either. Every day a different Troupe member would drop off food, and every morning there'd be a new item waiting on Kurapika's vanity. The only time a Troupe member had spoken to him when dropping off food had been Nobunaga, grumbling about having to 'feed boss's pet'. The gift usually was designer clothes, as if Chrollo was building up an entire wardrobe of clothes he wanted to see Kurapika wear.

It wasn't until the third time Chrollo came that Kurapika noticed the spider tattoo, with the number 13, placed between his shoulder blades on his back. Kurapika blinked as he realized: Chrollo must have never had his back turned before when he was undressed. The tattoo –the spider with twelve legs- served as a harsh reminder that indeed, he was sleeping with his enemy; living out his worst nightmare.

The only thing worse than being Chrollo's bitch was the crushing guilt and emptiness that took over when Chrollo left him. The nights sleeping alone after Chrollo's visits were always the hardest; his body would be sore, aching with chills, and his mind would race with guilt, hating how easy it was to succumb to pleasure-how enjoyable Chrollo's cold touch could be. Although Kurapika resented the man for leaving him alone all the time, the times of contact became a welcome distraction, as Kurapika all but lost his sense of direction.

The news channel became his only remaining tie to the world, telling him the date, time, and current events. Five days turned into seven, one week turned into two. It became apparent from the bits of conversations he could overhear outside his door that the Troupe participated in far more activity than he originally thought. It wouldn't be possible to acquire the ridiculous amounts of luxury goods that filled the hideout if they only stole when the left their graffiti mark. They also seemed to break up into smaller groups, a few of them doing small heists a week while the rest stayed at the hideout. It was actually a smart move, Kurapika thought, to have maximum activity but go anonymous most of the time.

Kurapika's curiosity began to grow about the apathetic characters that composed the Phantom Troupe. Really, who were these people? When did they come here, where were they from, and how did they pull off the stunts they did? He wondered what happened in each of their lives to make them resign themselves to lives of monstrous, criminal acts. He wondered if they had ever had souls, or if they had been extracted straight from hell to ruin Kurapika's life. But one question persisted above them all, as Kurapika remembered what exactly put him here in the first place: who the ever-living fuck was this Hisoka guy?

The seventh time Chrollo came, Kurapika decided to test his luck.

"Who's Hisoka?" he asked, as Chrollo was about to leave. He slid off the bed, moving to stand in front of Chrollo as he pulled his shirt over his head. "And why would he want to contact me?"

Chrollo blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. The two usually didn't talk much when Chrollo visited, so Kurapika's outburst came as a surprise to the older man.

"Why the sudden interest, blondie?" Chrollo teased, "have you reconsidered my offer?"

Kurapika glowered. "No. I'm just curious about why an ex member would want to sell you out to a revenge seeker like myself."

Chrollo sighed, and contemplated for a moment before he spoke. "Hisoka is a strange man. One day Hansel's missing, and this clown guy with crazy eyes shows up at our base holding his dead body, saying he's earned the right to be our newest member. I had him spar with Nobunaga to prove he'd be able to keep up with us, and he won, knocking Nobu out. So I let him join, and then his… his unusual side started to show. He always seemed to do his own thing, having his own motives. Of course, everyone has their own reasons for joining, so I didn't mind. But then one day when everyone else was out on a heist he rushed me, demanding to fight. He…" Chrollo internally grimaced, remembering the way Hisoka had licked his lips and called him a deliciously sexy target. "Well, let's just say he seems to get off fighting skilled fighters. He said that he'd only joined because he heard I was one of the few worthy opponents in the city." Chrollo looked towards the wall pensively.

Kurapika nodded, taking in the information, until he realized Chrollo had stopped speaking. "Well, what happened next? Did you win?"

Chrollo looked back into Kurapika's eyes with a smirk. "Obviously," he said, as if stating that the sky was blue. "After I knocked him unconscious I threw him out on the street, and walked away. He really was a nuisance. Although it seems now he's concocting up a plan."

"What do you think he wants?"

"Not sure. Maybe he wants a rematch. Although, I won't be as merciful this time," Chrollo said, eyes darkening.

"Are you…" Kurapika started to ask.

"That's enough questions for tonight, blondie," Chrollo cut him off, heading towards the door. "I've got business to attend to."

"You mean criminal activity," Kurapika quipped, getting frustrated with Chrollo's cold attitude.

Chrollo just left, giving a slight wave as he shut the door. Kurapika clenched his fist in anger, before turning to go to the shower. Why did Chrollo think he could mess with him like this? That it was okay to just waltz right out in the middle of a conversation? Oh, that's right, I'm just his helpless toy. He turned on the water and stepped inside, knowing that although he could wash off Chrollo's scent, he couldn't wash away the effect Chrollo had on him, and he definitely couldn't wash away the memories of what he'd done. Sometimes he wished the Troupe had killed him after all. He'd lost his clan, his friends, his job, and his dignity. He slammed his fist against the wall forcing the emptiness to take over his brain, numbing him again.