DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HXH.
BETA READER: valorycruz (Special thanks for making this on time!)
Chapter 11: An Unexpected Apology
Kuroro had to bite his lip to stop himself from chuckling.
This had to be the longest ten minutes of his life. He'd never felt this excited and amused. It was so childish, but he simply couldn't stop himself. Perhaps Kurapika was right— about him being a perverted psychopath that was. Well, that was fine, it didn't matter. After all, he was merely doing what he wanted to do.
Another minute later after he had stealthily made his way into the bathroom to replace Kurapika's clothes with his own, Kuroro heard the small door creak open, and he turned to take a good look at the person who emerged from it.
"I don't remember agreeing to this in our deal," Kurapka's hair was wet, face blushing hard, and his eyes were glaring directly at Kuroro. The shirt was so loose on him that one of its sleeves slightly slipped down his shoulder, revealing his pale collar bone. Kuroro had to admit; he liked the view.
"What? I can't have any special service tonight?"
"Well— I don't remember saying yes to your special order either."
"Come on, can't you just go with the flow for once?"
"I've been going with the flow from the very start. What more do you want from me?"
"A lot more," Kuroro said, his eyes fixed on Kurapika's. "Let me remind you that I just spent five billion grand on a pair of your clan's lifeless eyes. I'm just—" the rest of his sentence cut short for Kurapika had already poised to attack him with a nen-powered punch.
It was fast, but not quick enough to come in contact with his target, since the man was no longer in front of him.
It was as if Kuroro had evaporated into thin air. His existence neatly disappeared, with no trace left behind. Teleportation— the man's favorite tactic. The jerk was admittedly good at wielding his abilities, and Kurapika was forced to heighten his senses to the maximum.
His blood was boiling. The anger now raging inside him was overflowing, he felt as if he would burst to death if he couldn't land at least a single punch on Kuroro's face.
Taking deep breaths didn't do Kurapika any good, Kuroro's effective technique only worsened his wrath for it was just proving how much stronger the man was compared to him.
'Damn it— where is he!?' Kurapika's rage was slightly clouding his perception, but he couldn't help it. His grudge against the Ryodan, (especially against its head), wasn't something he could handle or control at will (and he preferred it that way).
However, he had to work things out. Kurapika didn't want to lose against Kuroro without putting up a fight. Yes, he knew he would lose, but it wasn't about winning or losing. That man had to be taught a lesson, and it would be a great pleasure if Kurapika himself could teach Kuroro that. If this would result in another rape, then so be it. He didn't care anymore.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, his aura evenly flowing throughout his entire body. The Chain Jail materialized on his right hand, its sound rattled and echoed loudly throughout the room.
He conjured his Dowsing Chain in hopes that it would help. Slowly he turned around, trying to find Kuroro's presence.
The silence was deafening. It was hollow, empty, and dangerous. But Kurapika wasn't intimidated. He knew Kuroro would appear sooner or later, and he would have no choice but to fight him face to face.
Until—
'Behind—!' Kurapika's eyes snapped open and he spun on his heels, his arms wildly swung with purpose of both offense and defense.
But his chains were only greeted by air. 'Damn, he's messing with me again!' Kurapika mentally cursed, not wanting to show the man how enraged he actually was, because Kurapika was more than aware of how much Kuroro loved to make fun of him whenever he got to his nerves.
"Show yourself, Kuroro Lucifer. Stop using that teleportation thing to hide your tail. Quite hiding and fight me face to face!" Kurapika attempted to provoke Kuroro instead. He wasn't sure if he had done a good job at doing so, but he was certain that Kuroro would show up.
Surprisingly, he really did.
It was utterly fast. Kurapika felt a pair of cold hands clutching his own, and a menacing intent burst behind him. He managed to free one of his hands from the man's unrelenting grip; but the other unlucky one was roughly twisted against Kurapika's back. He silently hissed in pain.
Kurapika ignored the pain. Instead, he violently shrugged and used his Dowsing Chain to envelope the man's leg. He planned to trip the man off his feet, but Kuroro cleverly covered his leg in nen, and the chain failed to do the job.
Shamefully, it was Kurapika who tripped and landed on the floor, hard. His face hit the concrete, but Kurapika didn't seem to care. Kuroro meanwhile was forcing his weight down onto the blond, depriving him of any of movement. He took both of the Kuruta's arms and pinned them on his back. His legs were on the either side of Kurapika's waist, and he purposely leaned a bit, adding more pressure, preventing Kurapika to have a chance to get away.
Kuroro heard a muffled groan come from the blond. Kurapika's breathing was ragged, apparently filled with agony. And it wasn't from the pain of his twisted arms, nor his face roughly scratching against the cold floor. Rather, it was from humiliation and shame of the situation.
"... Damn it!" Kurapika spat, still trying to escape from Kuroro's hold. "Let go of me!"
"Not until you calm down," Kuroro said airily.
"Calm down? Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to calm down?!' Kurapika hissed, still attempting to throw the man off of him.
"—So talking about your clan drives you mad, I see."
"Don't EVER say a thing about my brethren —EVER again, and shut that big fat mouth of yours— that is if you still want to keep this goddamned deal going!"
"You started it, for your information," Kuroro stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Let me go! I change my mind— I don't care if I don't get that pair of Scarlet Eyes— you can't do this to me every single time!"
"Hey, watch your mouth and quit saying things you don't mean. You'll only cause yourself greater humiliation, kid."
"What do you know, bastard! Don't speak as if you understand because you-," Kurapika rasped out between a heavy pant, "—don't know anything AT ALL!"
"How do you know that I don't understand?" the question Kuroro spoke hit Kurapika in a very strange way, but Kurapika didn't let it bother him.
"... This is nonsense. Let me go," Kurapika repeated. "I change my mind. You can have that pair."
"You're not listening to reason. That's one hell of an attitude you got there."
"Let me go!" Kurapika repeated once more.
"I don't have to do as you say."
"I don't care! I said let go of me!"
"Not until you hear me out."
"Let me go."
"No."
"LET—ME—GO!"
"... Sorry."
With that single word, Kurapika felt himself slightly calm down.
"... What did you just say?"
There was an unpleasant, awkward silence, then Kurapika heard the man heave a sigh. Shortly after, the boy felt a familiar surge of aura, and the next thing he knew, he wasn't lying face down on the floor anymore.
His face and entire body was now lying against a soft, warm mattress. Kuroro must have used his teleportation skill again. Kurapika knew where this was going, but he wasn't sure of how it would go exactly.
The apology the man just made was irking the boy in a way he couldn't understand.
"Look... I'm really sorry. I went too far. I didn't mean what I said. Well, I didn't think it would end up this way when I spoke," Kuroro apologized again, though in an airy way.
It was a reluctant, half-hearted, arrogant apology. But an apology, nonetheless.
"Alright, I won't mention them again if it ignites your flare. Just stop this and calm down," it was a wise decision to tell the boy what he wanted to hear, Kuroro thought, as he sensed the boy's response after hearing him say sorry. It wasn't Kuroro's habit to apologize to other people except about mundane things, especially when it wasn't his fault, like now. But they were being childish, and he sort of understood Kurapika's reaction to his unintentional taunt. Kurapika was a very proud Kuruta. He valued his clan's name more than anything else, even more than his own life and dignity. Perhaps he really had tiptoed on Kurapika's already thin line, and an apology was needed to make up for that and work things out. And it really seemed to be a right action, when Kurapika's breathing became even, and his muscles relaxed under the man's restraints.
In a calmer, less ill voice, Kurapika spoke once more. "You can let go of me now."
Still on guard, Kuroro slowly did what he was told.
Giving the boy some space, Kuroro pushed himself up and backed away a bit. Kurapika slowly turned around and lay down on the bed properly, he was discreetly careful as he rolled around, perhaps his arms still ached due to the assault Kuroro inflicted upon him.
Kuroro could hear silent pants from the blond, maybe he was trying to get his anger under control. Kuroro could only watch the Kuruta as he took deep breaths, his arms settled down at his sides, his legs laid still on the mattress.
After a minute or so, Kuroro assumed that Kurapika must have composed himself completely. His eyes were tightly closed, and his head was turned sideways. He still looked deeply reluctant to see the man's face, and that was when Kuroro finally decided to get down to business.
Cautiously, he leaned over Kurapika.
He felt him tense up again, but that was all he did. Kurapika forcefully lifted his eyelids, his eyes were a bright scarlet hue. Whether it was because of loathing, shame or arousal, Kuroro could neither tell nor care. Kurapika knew how much his Scarlet eyes affected Kuroro, and yet he let Kuroro see them along with the vulnerable side of him, under their current awkward and intense situation.
He was more than aware on the consequences his action would bring.
"Hey," Kuroro instigated, wearing a sincere expression. "You okay?"
"Can't you tell?" Kurapika hissed, irritation soaking his voice.
"Sorry," Kuroro felt it would fix the situation again, thus he repeated an apology. "I won't do that again, that is if you do what I want. It's reasonable for me to demand and make request of you from time to time in return for my effort— a fair exchange, isn't it?"
"Who said I needed your explanation?" Kurapika growled.
"You don't need to explain anything for me to understand what's going on in that mind of yours, kid. But kidding aside... I sincerely apologize. I really didn't mean what I said. Forget it, alright?"
Kurapika wore a stern look on his face, hinting that he was still angry, yet he seemed to be acknowledging the apology.
"Well," Kuroro smiled after getting no response. "Don't you think we've wasted enough time on senseless arguments? Can't you just feel the atmosphere? Take it easy and just... go with the flow. Well unless you love roleplaying, then that's another story. But aren't you tired of struggling and resisting? We've done this numerous times before, and still you act like a first-timer. Alright— one last question: do you want to have your clan's eyes or not?"
The room went dead silent. But it didn't last long when Kurapika finally looked Kuroro in the eyes. Their gazes locked as if they were having a staring contest, and they let their gazes speak the words they refused to let spill out of their mouths. Until Kurapika had finally decided to break the silence, and voiced out a statement.
"Are you seriously asking me that?" It was followed by a mocking smirk. "I can't believe you're actually doubting my resolve, after getting this far."
"And that's what I need: honesty. We don't need to fool ourselves anymore, we're both having fun and we both get what we want simultaneously. That's all that matters, isn't it?"
Kurapika wasn't so sure, but he felt this was the longest conversation he had ever had with Kuroro so far. The most intense exchange of curse and swear words. However, behind them was the fact that they came to find something new about each other. They somehow found something new about each other, found what the other had in mind, and heard what the other had to say. That one truth was now revealed, and Kurapika had to accept it even if it was going to be the hardest thing he'd ever had to accept.
Their arguments, their battle of will and endurance, and the way it all ended in an act of physical intimacy, which brought a raw sensation that Kurapika had never experienced before. A game of the predator and its prey—the attacker and the receiver.
No matter how he looked at it, it was like what Kuroro suggested earlier— aroleplay.
Kurapika refused to take that he had a worldly desire and imagination that surpassed Kuroro's. He realized that the man was still on top of him, waiting, his face was just an inch away from Kuroro's, and impatience was visibly etched on it.
"... Fine."
"Hmm?"
"I've never thought that expressing my reluctance would make you think that I like those sort of things such a roleplay. It makes me sick that you would lump me in with the likes of you, so go ahead and get your five billion worth out of me."
"... Are you sure about that? I'm not going to hold back."
Kurapika's eyes gleamed scarlet, his blush worsened, the color mirroring the shade of his Scarlet Eyes. With his gaze unwavering he said with the coldest and gravest voice.
"Take as much as you want."
Kuroro's chuckle and his smile floated over, and the room suddenly became hotter than it seemed to be moments ago.
The man let his weight fall onto Kurapika and he immediately delved into his mouth, Kuroro's hunger was screaming with the way he plundered the boy's lips. It was hot, and the feeling of drowning in an endless depth of dark water was making it hard to breath for Kurapika. It was a very intense kiss. Their lips were wet, their tongues danced in an exquisite sway. They could hear ragged, rash breaths coming from each other. The silent moans, the hidden ecstasy, and the building pleasure now demanding to escape from within. Kuroro was right after all; they both like it in their own way, for it was too sinfully good to resist.
It looked like the man was serious about not holding back. The kiss became more aggressive and demanding, Kurapika almost felt as if Kuroro was already inside him, claiming and dominating. Damn, this made him sick to the core.
Kurapika could oddly tell that Kuroro was purposely delaying it, but later on he dismissed that idea when Kuroro stopped kissing him on the lips and buried his face in his neck. He felt Kuroro suckling his skin softly.
He earned a shy moan from the blond, and took that as a request so Kuroro continued sucking on the boy's collarbone, occasionally hearing more arousing sounds that the Kuruta had been trying so hard to conceal.
It was just so amusing, though, with Kuroro wearing only his pants while Kurapika was loosely wrapped with his plain shirt. It wasn't every day that Kuroro would get to see the Kuruta being consciously submissive yet subconsciously eager and even a little playful. For one thing; it would take long to get Kurapika do this 'boyfriend's shirt' thing again. Actually, it wouldn't be surprising if this was going to be first— and the last time it would ever happen.
Therefore, Kuroro should get the best out of this once in a lifetime chance.
An idea crossed the man's mind.
From his collarbone up to his chin, Kuroro slowly slid the tip of his tongue and aimed for the Kuruta's lips. The boy's eyes were tightly shut, so was his mouth. Kuroro couldn't help the amusement he felt every time Kurapika expressed these tiny acts of reluctance, hesitance, and innocence. He was acting according to his age whenever they were in the bed: a cute, little kid who was clueless and scared, yet filled with pride and courage. It was an arousing sight to him, making Kuroro want to stain and violate this boy, yet being careful not to break his brimming pride and dignity.
Kuroro gave Kurapika's lips a chaste kiss. Light kisses were a good drive to start sensual intimacy, and Kuroro simply loved the reactions the Kuruta gave whenever he did it to him. For some reason, he could tell that he preferred it over the aggressive ones. Really, he was such a kid.
He kissed him lightly again in attempt to tease the boy. He thought the blond ought to realize how childish he was acting by doing it again, but Kurapika's response implied that he didn't get what he was trying to say.
The blond's eyes slightly cracked open, his iris's glowing scarlet. As if he was just trying to sneak a peek at the man's face, he looked Kuroro in the eyes for a very brief moment, breathed in, then, shut his eyes again.
Kuroro didn't know why but he suddenly felt like seeing that awkward look again.
The man lightly brushed his lips against the blond's, but held the contact longer than the first one. Again, Kurapika's eyes opened as though checking what the man was trying to do. Their eyes met, that was when Kuroro ran the tip of his tongue over the boy's wet, trembling lips.
Kurapika suddenly parted his tightly-zipped lips. It surprised Kuroro a bit, but he of course wouldn't miss the chance, hence he eagerly submitted to the invitation by devouring the offered mouth with his own, filled with desire and hunger. Their tongues brushed against one another, with Kuroro occasionally biting Kurapika's lips, making the boy flinch.
Jumping to the next step, Kuroro was forced to let go of the blond's soft lips. Breathless, he pushed himself up, keeping a sharp, unrelenting gaze down on the Kuruta, who had his eyes half-opened. Those eyes were filled with so much emotions that Kuroro couldn't even identify all of them. It was a mix of anger, shame, embarrassment, pride, fear, and even excitement. All of those strong emotions swirled in the depths of his eyes, causing them to glow a brighter shade of crimson, stirring more adrenaline inside of Kuroro.
Damn it. 'His eyes are stealing my breath,' he silently thought.
After having enough of those eyes for the night, Kuroro moved his hands to part the Kuruta's legs. He hauled them on either side of his waist and settled the boy against his crotch.
Kurapika's eyes widened in surprise, but it wasn't like he didn't expect that so he just turned his head away to escape the man's haunting look.
As if a part of the preparation, Kuroro caught a hold of Kurapika's wrists. Slowly, he hauled them upward— it thoroughly surprised Kurapika to the point where Kurapika looked at him for an instant, then abruptly averted his gaze when their eyes almost met— Kuroro moved closer to the boy's body. Kurapika closed his eyes again and turned his head sideways, his face held nothing but pure shame at how his body betrayed his mind. The old perverted bastard was hard. So he was.
Kurapika made no attempt of resistance when Kuroro pulled his arms up. But when he felt something being tied around his wrists, he couldn't help but be alarmed. However, with this close distance he had with the man, Kurapika couldn't bring himself to open his eyes to see what was happening.
Next thing he felt was the man's lips pecking light kisses on his cheek. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes to take in the situation.
The man's lips were busy ghosting light yet teasing kisses down his neck, as well as his hands tying his wrists with a cloth. Kurapika took a deep breath, behind it was an involuntary sound trying to escape his throat.
Kuroro reached for those quivering lips and captured him with another searing kiss. It was so hard to breath, with his heart thudding loudly and restlessly against his chest. It was very painful, like his heart would burst out. Damn this worthless, disgraceful body. Shame on this evil, violent, blush-inducing, horny bastard.
At long last, Kuroro let go of his lips. He pushed himself up again and got another good look at the boy. Apparently, Kuroro just finished his act of binding Kurapika's wrists to the headboard.
Kurapika forced himself to look at the man. Then, he tilted his head up, only to find his arms fastened to the bed's headboard with a necktie. A light blue one.
His heart sank. 'Kuroro was just wearing that necktie moments ago. Crap— just how erotic could this damn pervert be?'
He flushed.
"This..." Kurapika hesitated, having a second thought about using the term. He couldn't come up with a synonym, so he continued. "This is so.. e-erotic. You've gone far enough."
"Oh, my little Kuruta is nervous," Kuroro mocked, a silly smile was plastered on his face, "Far enough? I haven't even started. Let me show you what 'far' is."
Kurapika was about to retort but Kuroro captured his lips, his mouth caught open. Though it wasn't the kiss that rendered Kurapika mute— it was the man's hand that had grabbed his member with carelessness. It was painful, yet blissful at the same time.
He escaped the suffocating kiss, and managed to catch a breath. But he regretted taking that breath, for an undesirable, embarrassing moan sounded with it.
Damn it. Why couldn't he just disappear into the darkness and die?
"Y—your hand! Stop that!" Kurapika bellowed.
"Not used to being pampered? That's alright. I don't mind spoiling you a little."
"Shut the hell up!"
"Would you like it better if I used my mouth?"
"Shut that goddamn mouth of yours, I'm begging you!" he was visibly shaking out of the enormous amount of embarrassment, and perhaps orgasm, and it was mortifying how Kuroro skillfully stroked him with his cold, rough hand. Holding in his moans was like stuffing his own nose and mouth with cinnamon. His racing heart was killing him, he couldn't contain the pleasure any longer than this.
He cried out when Kuroro licked the tip of his erection. He almost screamed when the man's mouth closed around it and gave a sharp suck.
"Damn— I said cut it out!"
Disgraceful. This was utterly disgraceful. This defiled body was equivalent to a pile of trash. He was completely hopeless and helpless. Kurapika had never felt this bad about himself to the point where he wanted to throw up.
Finally, Kuroro's face became visible again as the man positioned himself on top of Kurapika. "Stop being so hard on yourself and just moan and scream to your heart's content. Believe me, nothing good will come out of this if you continue to be so stubborn. Besides, we're filthy enough; it wouldn't hurt to indulge ourselves. Not anymore."
"Like I will give a shit about your opinion, bastard!"
"Alright— I'll just force it out of you, then." And being true to his words, Kuroro grabbed one of Kurapika's legs and hoisted it up to his shoulder. The Kuruta's eyes widened in horror and he shuddered. He tried to break away, but Kuroro was possessively holding onto his delicate frame and Kurapika found it very hard to move. Kuroro pinned his dark, sharp and callous gaze down at Kurapika's shocked and nervous eyes. It was enough to limit his movements. It was futile. It was clearly one-sided.
The man's hand began to slide down to Kurapika's entrance with the intent of preparing him. Kurapika took a sharp breath and averted his eyes away from Kuroro.
A silent moan escaped his mouth as a finger was forced inside him. Shortly it was pulled out, but when it entered again, Kurapika hissed in pain for two fingers were forcibly pushed in. With a slow, constant pace, the fingers slid in and out of him, incessantly opening him up. Gradually, Kuroro's finger work grew faster, until it abruptly stopped.
He refused to look up. He knew what would happen next. He could feel Kuroro moving his hips closer to his, the tip of Kuroro's erection lightly pushed against Kurapika's crotch.
"Ah— !" a sharp, searing wave of pain coursed throughout Kurapika's body as Kuroro buried himself inside of Kurapika's tight hole. It was slow, Kurapika could feel his skin being painfully stretched as Kuroro attempted to push deeper inside, forcing himself in the tight spot as far as he could. One of the man's hands was holding his leg, while the other was cast on his hip, as if to hold him in place.
"... Ah—!" Kurapika whimpered in pain again as Kuroro started to thrust. Kurapika's chest rose up and down a little, and he was squirming hard.
"Let it out, Kurapika. Stop being stubborn and just let it out," the man's cold voice stated firmly, his voice contained a suggestive and commanding tone. After saying that, he sped up his movement, emphasizing his point.
Left with no other choice, Kurapika did what he was told.
He breathed deeply first with his lips slightly parted. When he closed it, he made silent sounds in his throat that implied (in Kuroro's mind) that he was pleasured. Gradually, the pain turned into ecstasy. It was still painful, but somehow it was manageable.
Kuroro thrust a little more aggressively, a little faster, with his hand stroking the boy's hip affectionately. The bed was creaking, and the headboard was silently jabbing against the concrete wall as Kuroro thrust inside the small body beneath him.
Kurapika bit his lower lip and let a long moan out. It was prevented him from breathing for a while, however he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"N-Nn..." the Kuruta breathed, his voice a little higher than usual— crap, if only his hands were free, then he could at least cover his mouth. He was practically defenseless and exposed, and he couldn't comprehend why we wasn't trying to conjure his Chain yet to get rid of the necktie firmly shackling his wrist. It would be a piece of cake— wasn't it?
So... why?
To his relief, Kuroro finally let go of his leg. It had grown a little numb, though it didn't concern the Kuruta. He was too occupied with his jumbled up thoughts and overflowing shame to care about his physical pain. Moreover, it seemed like Kuroro was up for something more. For a moment the man ceased his movements, but their contact remained. The room was air-conditioned, yet it felt scorching hot when Kuroro drew himself closer to him, his large body pressed against Kurapika's small one. A whimper rose from the boy as Kuroro locked his burning gaze on his horrified ones. If it was from fear or something else, neither of them could tell.
For some reason, Kurapika wondered what the man was currently thinking. With this close distance, Kurapika could easily read the man's mind through his eyes. Yet, those dark orbs gave him no clue of what was going on inside that head. All he could see was that passion beneath Kuroro's poker face and the desire underneath those boring eyes.
Kuroro's eyes were piercing, but somehow, they held a peculiar glint that oddly made Kurapika curious about this man who was turning him into a bunch of filth. Unconsciously, his eyes slowly opened wider, and his body slightly relaxed.
"... It's alright."
Kurapika blinked once, as if he just woke from a dream.
"You don't need to hold back. If there's one thing you can entrust me with, it would be our deal. Whatever happens inside this room tonight will remain here. It will be a secret between the two of us. After this, we can forget it, and act as if it never happened. So relax. Let's just enjoy it."
For some reason Kurapika couldn't really comprehend, he found that promise believable. But he didn't want the man to know that (though he was pretty sure Kuroro had already figured it out), therefore he countered.
"... That would never make me submit myself to you, jerk."
"Hmm, let's see about that." Kuroro smiled and leaned in closer to the boy.
Kurapika couldn't understand why but when Kuroro brought his lips to his for a kiss, his eyes didn't shut like they usually did. Kurapika's eyelids just slipped half-shut, and he witnessed as Kuroro's eyes languidly closed, indicating that he was no doubt having fun. Kuroro was holding his breath, but whenever his lips moved, he would breathe out with a short, silent moan. The sound was kind of engaging. It stirred Kurapika's insides for a fleeting moment, and he suddenly felt like responding to the man's kiss.
He moved his lips in attempt to imitate Kuroro's suckling motion. As expected, Kuroro opened his eyes to look at him. Kurapika still had his Scarlet eyes half-opened, they held a different kind of emotion that the man could read with perfect accuracy.
Unlike earlier, Kurapika's eyes now glowed with one emotion that Kuroro could read as curiosity. He was curious of one thing or of so many things, but what the boy was so curious about was beyond him.
Kuroro, too, grew curious of the blond's sudden change of mood. Perhaps Kurapika was thinking of the things he said moments ago. Maybe the boy believed him, and was trying to take their physical intimacy with ease.
Or maybe he was just plain curious of Kuroro.
Kuroro wanted to seize that curiosity and use it for his own benefit. Kurapika was certainly a bright and smart boy, but there were things in life that one would never learn in texts, but in first-hand experiences. Well, that was his initial plan anyway: play and mess with the little Kuruta; defile and degrade the boy, destroy that ego and throw him away in the end once he was broken and torn apart, like a toy he just had to play with until he grew bored and tossed it around, let it lay broken and soon be forgotten.
Kuroro could oddly tell that he was Kurapika's first. He wouldn't waste time and energy in asking him that however, being so sure that he would deny. And even if he guessed it wrong, it didn't matter. He might feel a little disappointed though.
He assumed it would be better not to confirm if he really was the young Kuruta's first, it would keep their so-called 'relationship' as far apart as possible. Leave it as it was, and everything would go smoothly and according to plan.
With an equal gaze of wonder, Kuroro left his eyes half-opened as well, looking at Kurapika who was now intently observing with his eyelids slipped halfway closed, as if he was studying the man above him.
The kiss grew fiercer, hotter, and hungrier than before. Kurapika wasn't responding as aggressively as Kuroro, but he was responding nonetheless. They broke the contact several times, only to catch their breath. Shortly after they would engage themselves in another heated kiss, occasionally they would hear moans and hitching breath from each other.
'After this, we can forget it and act as if it never happened,' Kurapika recalled what the man had said earlier. 'As if it was as easy as that, moron.' well, in his case, Kurapika doubted he could ever forget any of this. God only knew how much he wanted to forget this and act and pretend as if nothing had ever happened. But that was just— impossible. 'Seriously, this jerk asks too much from me.' No normal being could ever forget if his archenemy raped him ruthlessly— again and again and again. For one thing: they were two guys, for goodness' sake. Forget the latter statement: even if they were a man and a woman, no normal person could ever stand this man's attitude. And yet, he still had the nerve to tell him he should just forget it and pretend it didn't happen. It was annoying. It was gravely annoying.
Was it so easy to forget about these events for Kuroro?
Kuroro was the very first person— monster who had touched him in this way. He was his first kiss. He never told him, he never would. But he was kind of sure the man already knew. That was another reason why he could never forget all of this. No way.
However, it seemed the same didn't apply to the man. Based on his acts, Kurapika was neither his first, nor his second. Not even the third. The man had done this numerous times with numerous other people. Maybe with girls. Maybe with guys. Whether he had gotten into a real relationship or just had slept with some random stranger he met around, Kurapika didn't know. He didn't even care. Just as the man wanted to treat their deal as just a plain and simple trade, Kurapika would never pry on the man's personal life. He didn't give a damn. All he wanted was to get his clans' eyes, stop this madness and then kick the jerk's ass when he accomplished all of those, then maybe he could consider forgetting all of these horrid incidents and tuck it all away as nightmares.
But there was one, single crucial thing that kept bugging him at the back of his mind.
It might sound absurd, and completely implausible, but— what if things didn't stay the way they were?
Yes, it was definitely implausible— but not absolutely. Things changed according to circumstances, everything did; including humans. Many possibilities occurred every single day, and no one could ever tell when something implausible could become the most possible and natural thing on earth.
Moreover, what could possibly happen if Kuroro became tired and bored of him, while their deal still hadn't ended?
It wasn't like he was depending entirely on their deal to acquire the eyes, but Kuroro surely held some more pairs— that much Kurapika knew, and he didn't know exactly how many they were. Perhaps he had the most pairs. But whether he had the most number of eyes or he only had one pair in his hand right now, it still mattered to Kurapika. He could neither afford nor stand the fact that the man had a single Scarlet orb of his clan in his possession. Honestly, he wanted to complete the deal down to the last pair Kuroro had.
Anyway, it was likely that he would be killed. That was a given fact. Once he got enough, he would get rid of him and take Kuroro's eyes as a souvenir. That was Kuroro Lucifer. He might have no clue as to what Kuroro's past was like, but simply by judging from his attitude, that much he could tell. Kuroro was the kind to easily get bored over things. For the Spider head, Kurapika was just a mere, rare toy added to Kuroro's vast collection. Like he just wanted to taste him, regardless if he were a girl or a boy. And as odd as it was, Kurapika preferred it that way. He wouldn't want Kuroro to see him as something else. He saw the man as a ruthless murderer, plus a perverted rapist, and Kuroro saw him as an amusing pastime. That was all there was to it.
But the question was— how long would it last?
Kurapika felt Kuroro's hand slowly crawling up from his lips to his chest.
Kuroro's cold, rough hand that slid over Kurapika's torso made the Kuruta shiver. Finally, the man let go of his now reddening, wet lips. He managed to breathe in, but he yelped in slight surprise when Kuroro thrust his hip against his. It didn't hurt, and Kurapika didn't know why. It actually felt good. His body surely grew accustomed with his new 'lifestyle.' And when Kuroro's hand reached for his head and gently clutched the silky blond strands from behind, a whimper escaped Kurapika's lips.
And as Kuroro began to ram into him again, Kurapika's eyes tightly shut, while he inhaled before biting his lower lip. His back arched a little, but the blond tried to control the disgraceful impulse. He steeled himself, holding in the sounds.
The man's lips lightly ghosted over his jaw line. It was damn arousing. He kept biting his lip, but he was careful not to bite it too hard. It would leave a wound that if bled might cause unnecessary interrogation from his co-workers. His work. Yes, he remembered he was still on duty. What the hell— he was supposed to be on break right now. Kurapika wondered how many hours had already passed.
'I'm tired... What the hell's with this man's stamina!?' he mentally asked. Kuroro was still busy relieving himself inside him, his lips still latched onto Kurapika's neck.
'I'm.. I'm feeling drowsy. What's going on?' he felt heavy. He was very sleepy, and dizziness began to take over the inside of his head. 'Wait... something's wrong here— what the...'
Before Kurapika could even finish his trail of thoughts, his world began to spin. Darkness was pulling him in, and before he knew it, Kurapika had lost consciousness.
Kuroro pushed himself up as Kurapika's head fell to the side. Finally, he had fallen asleep. Kuroro allowed his eyes to linger on the boy's features, his pale collarbone and red lips, and how his arms limply hung above his head, his reddened wrists still wrapped with his necktie.
Kuroro let a smile form on his lips.
Peering down at the slumbering boy, he had come to realize that Kurapika was surely the best thing he had ever stolen.
He drew himself away, pulling out of the unconscious blond. His legs fell to the sides, but Kuroro managed to catch them. With both hands he straightened the boy's legs. Laying them on the soft mattress, before, he pushed himself up and moved to leave the bed. Once his feet touched the floor, he hastily pulled a blanket that was neatly folded on the other side of the bed. With a single hand he undid the necktie that bounded the Kuruta's wrists. Those slender, pale arms fell on the either side of his head, indicating how deeply asleep he was.
Kuroro then covered Kurapika with the blanket he took. The blond made a sound as if he was about to stir awake, but his eyes remained closed.
Still looking at the Kuruta, Kuroro zipped his pants and took another shirt from a near closet. He retrieved his suit and slipped into it.
Arranging the collar of his dark suit, he looked down at Kurapika one last time. Then he bent down and brought his lips to the blond's cheek. Languidly he brushed his nose lightly on it, before placing a soft kiss. When Kurapika showed no signs of waking up, he captured his lips in another chaste kiss. When he let go, he chuckled a little and let a smile remain at the corner of his mouth.
"Good night," he said before heading out.
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6, 716 words. P.S. note not included. Hell, this is a lot of woooork.
Hello guys! Happy Holidays, by the way. I just had the bloodiest December of my life. Keeping a pace working on my real and otaku life is pretty hard. And sorry for not keeping my word about posting a chapter before December 25. I just... didn't make it because... Doushitemo Furetakunai Live Action movie is FINALLY out online! I seriously cried when I found it on Aarinfantasy site (shame on me for making an account there but not opening it at all. Anyway!) Yesh, instead of working I satiated my own hunger for Yaoi. Sorry, I just... 7 months of waiting after reading the news over ANN is a loooong wait, and I just admittedly can't get enough of TogawaShima pair. Until now. It's a pretty bad hang over, really.
Anyways, Chapter 11! I hope you like it. Yeah, a little sprinkle of bondage and roleplay, and 'boyfriend's shirt.' Too much 'Finder Series' dose. Oh! I love Asami and Takaba too (duh, who wouldn't be?!)
Speaking of. I have a little bad news. You see, I've been having incessant daydreams of fanfics for No. 6, Psycho-pass, and Finder Series ALL THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. (Yeah, I ship Kougami and Makishima. You got a problem with that?) So I'm planning to work on them (hopefully) when 2015 comes. But there's nothing to worry about, in fact I'm working on the latest chaps of SD... in my mind.
And in addition to that, I would like to ask you guys your opinion. Your honest opinion. Given that I like Finder Series, and I like bondage and stuffs... I was thinking of doing a teeny-tiny bits of BDSM for this fanfic. But I'm scared, thinking you guys might not like it. So, I'm giving you choice. You see, there will be a time when Kurapika had to ask for Kuroro's... help. Sorry for the spoiler. Anyway, so it will have a price to pay. And I'm thinking of two ways: the LIGHT and the HARD way. So... what do you prefer?
Lastly, this is for one review I got. I'm sorry but I can't make fluffy and heartfelt scenes... yet. Not yet. Not this year. Honestly, it will take LONG. So sorry for that. But anyway, there's one thing I can assure you.
They will do it light and very gentle, sooner or later. I will make so gently, it will HURT. Watch out for that.
Again, Happy New Year to all! Thanks for the support and love this year! I just bought my first android phone, by the way, and now indulging myself with fanfics my eyes could read. We just MOVED AGAIN into another house. Let's not talk about it, please. Please don't forget to review!
Lovelots, Kusari!