A/N: Hello again dear readers, again I do apologize in my excessive delays in updating. Since my health problems have continued to persist, the amount of time I have been able to focus on writing has suffered quite a bit. Because of this, I haven't been able to maintain my two chapters a month since the start of the year, but hopefully, that won't be an issue for too much longer. I do thank everyone who has been loyal and patient so far, your support truly means a lot.
Once again, this chapter contains smut. ;) But in a smaller dose. It will be the last one for a while.
Again, a big thanks to Sweets Dreamer for her continued efforts to beta each chapter.
Summary: After a rather, intimate encounter upon awakening, Chrollo, and Kurapika realize their time for a reprieve is short and make preparations to leave their sanctuary. Their travels lead them to their next destination as they continue to make their way back to Yorknew and the rest of the Genei Ryodan.
Dreams. The images of a lurid, and verdant paradise slowly coalesced into the form of a rich and tranquil valley. Slowly he looked around the meadow which he stood amid as gentle wind caressed through his soft, golden locks. Leaves crunched beneath his feet as he began to walk forth, the sound of a babbling brook instantly drawing his attention towards it.
Soon, he happened upon a thin stream that seemed to cut through the expanse of the valley of which it was housed, the outlines of fish seen beneath the surface as they darted around.
Lowering down, Kurapika let his hand dip beneath the surface, the fresh water was pleasant against his skin, and his fingers drew into a cup shape as he funneled some of the water up and towards his lips, taking a hearty sip. It was amazing just how crisp the water tasted as if what he was experiencing was real. Tangible.
Raising, Kurapika let his eyes draw around the serene place; only the quiet sounds of birds which echoed throughout the mysterious valley could be heard.
For what seemed like an eternity, Kurapika walked, taking in his surroundings, from the calm nature of the valley to the flora which seemed so ethereal. At one point, he had come across another meadow of remarkable yellow flowers; the scene was nothing short of magnificent. Beautiful. Its undeniable allure was enough to coax him into lying amid its welcoming touch, his back coming to rest against the moist earth.
Kurapika closed his eyes, feeling the sun dust over his cheeks, its warmth so inviting. He exhaled, sighing from just how relaxed he felt. Then, something bloomed across his neck, like heat spreading over his skin. It was only the faintest of sensations, the growth never exceeding past the base of his shoulder. Again, the Kurta relaxed more, letting the touch of the wind dust over him in its soothing caress when his eyes suddenly opened.
Caress…
Spots of heat began to bloom over his skin, like moist lips across his flesh and the sweep of fingers…
Kurapika soon found himself staring up into pools of lustrous grey, the valley bleeding away as he was met by a smile that was always as precious as memory could hold. It graced him, like purity, and it caused the blond to want to reach up and stroke those soft cheeks, a smile forming over his lips -
- When he realized something was restricting his movement. His arms were over his head, wrists locked together. That smile soon faded into confusion when he found himself questioning the older man above him on precisely what was going on.
"Punishment, beautiful." The words dripped succulently off those gorgeous, tanned lips as Chrollo whispered it close to his ear, a mischievous look crossing over his lover's features.
"Chrollo what are you-" But his speech was cut off yet again as the older man proceeded to draw his tongue teasingly along the expanse of his throat, which inadvertently caused Kurapika to groan, leaving the Kurta helpless, "doing?" He continued once he was able to breathe, able to think for once. Vaguely, he remembered Chrollo getting disappointed with him last night after something he did, but from what he could recall. It was during their lengthy banter, and his lover had practically challenged him into doing it. So why was he being punished for doing something he was pretty much told to do?
"Also, exactly what punishment are you talking about? Damn Chrollo, I thought you wanted us to rest so we could get back to working on our next strategy for dealing with those beasts?"
This time, there was mild irritation in Kurapika's tone. Whatever his lover was playing at, it wasn't something he felt they had the time to do. Once again he tested his boundaries but soon realized only his hands were bound.
He could tell they were both still naked, completely exposed and…
When his eyes moved down the entirety of Chrollo's heavenly body, the very same that Kurapika knew he loved to touch and feel... Damnit! Stay focused! and he reached his lover's waist, down between those gorgeous thighs, what he saw made his eyes widen in shock. Chrollo was completely hard! He couldn't believe it. The heat instantly raced to his cheeks, causing the flush to expand over his now heated skin.
A smile crept along Chrollo's lips.
"I thought we could relax a bit more." His grin only expanded further when he noticed the color deepen along Kurapika's skin; the suffusion of crimson only enhanced his lover's innate beauty.
Chrollo didn't wait for the blond to answer while he licked a path down from the Kurta's chest to his navel. He smiled when Kurapika groaned, loving the way the younger man's chest heaved.
He couldn't resist Kurapika.
With every kiss, every touch, the addiction kept growing into a beautiful intangible feeling he couldn't quite fathom himself. Chrollo was tempted the moment he saw the length of Kurapika's sun-kissed nude frame so tantalizingly spread out on the bed. And he had a reputation to maintain, did he not?
Chrollo Lucifer never resists.
Well, Chrollo thought as he came back up to lick the younger man's neck from the base till his earlobe, getting a lusty groan as a reward, he did resist at times when it came to respecting Kurapika's boundaries. However, he did extract quite a handsome price for his patience.
When he noticed the Kurta's eyes roving the expanse of his frame did his pride enhance further. Chrollo had always been proud of his musculature, but it was especially gratifying when his lover appreciated it so. Kurapika started frowning as soon as he realized he was bound to the bed. Chrollo found it adorable.
Cupping the confused Kurta's cheek tenderly, the older man dropped his voice an octave, and it came out deeper just as he had intended, knowing that it was this voice of his which made Kurapika lose all sense of dignity. He tilted his head slightly for additional effect.
It took a while for the blond to gain mastery over his voice, irritably asking him about the 'punishment.' Chrollo did not reply immediately, but chose instead to kiss a path along the smooth expanse of Kurapika's thigh, stopping short of reaching the younger man's groin, but keeping his face close enough to be able to tease.
"However, I recall asking you last night to place my towel somewhere. Not throw it." He sat up straighter to look at the disbelief which flitted across Kurapika's face. Chrollo purred, "I think I would like to discipline you for it as I said I would."
Perhaps it was sadistic, or even crass, but the idealism of watching Kurapika continue to become flustered from extracting the punishment he had implemented trumped any notion of backing out now. The older man could tell his lover was growing more bewildered with each passing moment, and the look that was slowly crossing the Kurta's beautiful countenance was enough enticement for him to continue.
Kurapika was finding it hard to breathe, much less think; his eyes remained steadfast and focused intently on the visage of his lover, noting that the older man was seemingly indulgent in his current predicament, which was something he was having a hard time contending with.
But such thoughts did not remain cohesive in his mind, because when Chrollo lowered again to continue with his venereal acts as the older man let his tongue drag along the surface of skin between the expanse of his neck to his earlobe, all rational thought evaporated from Kurapika's mind. Instantly he forgot the fact his lover had practically ignored his perplexion while refusing to acknowledge his questions.
Unconsciously, his body reacted without control and his back arched up against the older man's solid chest, Kurapika immediately believed it would be within that very moment he would begin to lose his temperance.
For so long, Kurapika held onto his purity and forbearance, easily remaining studious in his beliefs and his convictions, often resisting the desires or temptations of worldly enticement. Ever since he met Chrollo however, Kurapika found himself entranced by the older man, and when his feelings towards him became more tangible then not, his heart beating solely in Chrollo's name did every barrier Kurapika had carefully erected around himself began to crumble away slowly.
Just like they were now. It was so hard for Kurapika to embargo his feelings and emotions. Especially when the older man had lifted away just enough to allow his eyes to focus back on those mesmerizing grays once more as Chrollo's lips peeled into that ever-present smirk Kurapika had become used to.
For a moment, Kurapika simply stared at Chrollo, a mix between surprise and disappointment clustering over his features, "Ever the indulgent?" He quipped, breathing in his lover's delectable scent as Chrollo had come to brush his lips almost fleetingly across Kurapika's own, which only added to his growing captivation and continued to devour him bit by bit.
Kurapika exhaled as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart, but Chrollo made it hard to do so. Fingers soon cupped his cheek and drew his attention back towards Chrollo's intense gaze as the older man tilted his head slightly angular which gave him more appeal than before.
Kurapika swallowed hard.
Why did Chrollo do this to him? How was the damn bastard - his bastard - able to entice him so?
That damn voice of his and Kurapika felt his own body tremble. There was just something about Chrollo's posture and his inflection that made Kurapika utterly weak.
"I thought you agreed with me that we needed to begin planning as soon as we were rested? Those beasts are still out there and need to be dealt with before the damage becomes irrepressible." Kurapika was skeptical of how casual and superfluous his lover was being. He had been under the impression that Chrollo wanted to reunite with his Spiders as soon as possible. Of course, Kurapika was still apprehensive about the entire situation regardless of his coveted agreement to join them although he was aware of the multitude of outcomes which could happen from such an unprecedented decision. However, the blond had decided long ago to tie himself irrevocably to Chrollo, and everything else would fall into place. "I was also under the impression you wanted us to reunite with the rest of the Genei Ryodan, for not only do we need their help in this matter, but they also have yet to learn of... Us and of my decision."
Silence ensued between them for long, agonizing moments, and not but a breadth after that Chrollo caused Kurapika's voice to seize within his throat, his breathing growing more laborious as his lover proceeded to show just how in control he was over him. That supple tongue had found its way over the surface of Kurapika's flushed skin as it trailed unhindered along the length of his chest down to the base of his stomach, stopping just above his navel. Kurapika hissed, though it came out more of a groan as the sensual act caused shivers to race up his spine and only added to the loss of control he was experiencing.
Soon, he knew that not only would he be at Chrollo's mercy, but he would also find himself completely unable to hold back any longer.
His train of thought was disrupted again when he felt those warm lips working their way up, and along the surface of his thigh, each sweltering kiss delivered made Kurapika breathe sharply, another groan slipping past his own parted lips. Once again he began trembling, his nerves becoming alight, nearly on fire, leaving Kurapika utterly defenseless and in virtual avidity. The last of his fortifications were starting to crumble away.
"I also recall you were not specific when you told me where to place it. Being vague doesn't make it obvious when you want something particular done." Kurapika allowed a grin to form across his features, wondering just how his lover would react to his statement. "So again, why the need for any discipline that you seem so adamant with?"
Blue eyes stared into his own greys with fervid intensity, and Chrollo couldn't entirely hide his amusement. He watched as Kurapika struggled against his bonds, but quickly relented and he took it as a sign of contentment despite the fact there was a was an unpleasant look over the younger man's features.
The way Kurapika looked, as he appeared so vulnerable and exposed, yet, avid and desperate made Chrollo feel as if he was losing control and fast.
He leaned back down over the impertinent Kurta as his hands began a slow trek across his lover's chest, occasionally pinching those pert nipples as he meticulously watched every minute emotion that showed upon that angelic face.
Neglecting to answer Kurapika's statements, Chrollo dipped back down for a kiss again, this time, however, his tongue slipped quickly into the Kurta's mouth. The sensation of Kurapika pressing against him and the warmth of the younger man's skin against his own caused Chrollo to groan.
Kurapika was his perfect fit, the ideal body to press up against, the softest lips he ever had tasted. Losing control never left him feeling so happy. It certainly never made him feel so warm and fuzzy before.
Chrollo could only see stars. He didn't know how else to describe it as he kept pursuing the Kurta's mouth, rubbing against the length of that beautiful naked frame of his lover, too fascinated by the feel of Kurapika pressed up against him. Passion and desire were gripping him firmly, and Chrollo realized he could wait no longer. He needed the blond and now. The older man couldn't even think, much less focus on replying, his mind solely focused on making Kurapika his.
Severing the kiss, he pulled away long enough to reach for the lubricant he had conveniently placed beside the younger man's pillow. Once he was able to force air into his needy lungs was he able to speak, "Because," Chrollo began, voice low and sultry, "when you did remove it, you did so out of retaliation." Again, he had Kurapika pinned. There was no way his lover would worm his way out of this one. "Don't worry love. I will go easy on you."
A smile graced his lips once more. That would be his Kurapika's punishment. Chrollo decided he wouldn't let Kurapika enjoy the sensation for too long. He would finish quickly, and it didn't matter if he incurred the blond's wrath in the process. It was something he had done innumerable times before.
Perhaps Kurapika would find a way to get compensation for his harsh treatment at some point, and Chrollo regarded the notion as something he may face eventually. Even then, such a thought didn't dissuade him from his current ministrations. The raven-head pressed one last kiss on the blond's mouth before hurriedly parting those slender legs. Popping the cap on the lube, he coated his fingers in the substance before staring at Kurapika's entrance for a few seconds, then began to trace his index finger around the rim gently. "I'll make this quick." He whispered.
Kurapika breathed, each word spoken reached his ears, yet, he found an inability to speak as his lover's grip on him held firm, the ardor he felt was beginning to take over slowly. He arched his back when Chrollo's exploring hands started making their way up the range of his chest, caressing every cord, muscle, and sinew beneath his skin, occasionally flicking or squeezing his nipples as a result. The sensation caused him to groan.
However, the moment he felt Chrollo come fully against him and lips encompass his, Kurapika's mind went instantly blank, and he nearly forgot about the situation he was in. They slipped into reticence as the blond fell into the moment while accepting the kiss, his tongue seeking out Chrollo's the moment he felt the appendage force its way past his lips and twined with it, the taste of his lover pervading his thoughts.
Growling against the lock they shared, Kurapika's eyes suddenly bleed into the intense scarlet he knew Chrollo loved, but also when he began to experience heightened sexual desire. They blazed almost at their brightest, which he allowed the older man to see before slipping them closed.
Time seemed to become evasive, for it felt like an eternity that they were locked within their wondrous, succulent dance, Kurapika giving into the finality of letting go, and melding into Chrollo as Chrollo was melding into him. The rapture was so intense, compelling and euphoric that he could no longer help himself.
When Chrollo abruptly severed their kiss did his eyes reopen and land on his lover. But no sooner did he manage to pull air into his strained lungs did another moan tear from his throat. The sudden feel of fingers probing at his entrance caused Kurapika to wind his legs around the older man's waist, but with more force than intended, driving Chrollo thoroughly against him.
"Is this what you wanted?" Kurapika choked out, voice airy. Hips jerked up without much thought, his body becoming increasingly needy. "There is no need to rush."
Hearing Kurapika´s reply caused his focus to immediately land on the younger man who laid beneath him trembling, the sight of his lover's eyes ripping the breath right out of him. They were as magnificent as ever. How the blond's eyes seemed to glow amid the sunshine, the shade of red they held made them appear like glittering rubies, giving them a majestic look. Chrollo was mesmerized by those eyes every time he gazed into them. He could never seem to get enough. Kurapika looked so beautiful when he was like this.
Pulling back just enough to view Kurapika's delicious body, he allowed himself to gaze in admiration at just how majestic, regal, yet, militant his lover really was. Kurapika was a person that was strong by nature. One who was palpable, yet academic, determination the focal point of his very being. Chrollo couldn't seem to get enough. Everything the blond did was nothing short of amazing. And even then, the older man never found himself displeased with the fact Kurapika was someone who could keep up with him.
Chrollo took pride in every groan that escaped from the Kurta's lips. He felt his chest swell with pride at every heave of Kurapika's chest. The older man kept his eyes fixed on those beautiful ceruleans that were steadily turning a darker shade with each passing second. Pushing one finger in slowly, Chrollo let himself grin.
"Of course it is," he murmured the answer. "I want you." Chrollo leaned in and kissed him slowly as he added a second finger, savoring the taste of everything that Kurapika was, is and will be. An addiction that loved him back. He held his fingers still. The blond was fairly stretched from their previous night's activities, so he didn't linger much. Chrollo made swift work of scissoring open the younger man while leaving feather-light kisses along the expanse of his lover's chest.
When he deemed the blond ready, the older man pulled his fingers away to crush his hips against Kurapika's once more, those beautiful legs now wrapping around him. He nearly let out a growl when he felt exactly where his cock came to rest with all the grinding the blond had done. It felt too good, and Chrollo wondered if he could experience this feeling for the rest of his life.
The kiss Chrollo initiated had him grinning, his hands roving over the expanse of Kurapika's exposed frame, too far gone to care about beasts the size of two-story houses, his spiders, the Kurta's comrades, bounty hunters or where they could replenish their supplies. All that mattered was the sweep of the blond's tongue over his, the firm press of hips over his own and the warmth that permeated his senses.
And that sudden feeling of his tip slipping in had him gasping for his breath.
Chrollo hadn't realized how sensitive he had become until he felt this. Without much conscious thought, he just pushed in.
Breathing in sharply, Kurapika knew he couldn't help himself. It was over, and he realized it was practically futile to resist, the hold Chrollo had on him was too powerful, too intense. Body ever traitorous, Kurapika convulsed when Chrollo pushed a finger into him, the sultry purr that soon followed only added to the blond's growing allure.
"Torturous bastard," Kurapika uttered as his back arched, feeling hot breath against his ear when Chrollo came close, causing every thought to evaporate from his mind. Kurapika thrust his hips up against his lover's own when he felt a second finger invading him as it instantly proceeded the last. Everything faded when his lips were seized by his lover's once again, their kiss now a slow, intricate dance that extended for unknown moments as they indulged in one another, those fingers moving slowly inside him.
However, once that hand which rested between his legs had stilled, and Chrollo pulled it away to trail both of them over the expanse of his chest did Kurapika come to realize what was happening next. All that mattered was the passion and euphoria that was invoked by their ever-growing need, and when Chrollo's hips came flush against his own, Kurapika had to resist a cry that threatened to break free of his mortal constraints.
Kurapika was weakening, now entirely at Chrollo's mercy.
For so long Kurapika had never known what happiness was. Or what it was like to live. To breathe. And in the span of a few scant months, Chrollo changed all that.
The absence of warmth and feeling caused Kurapika to jerk his hips upward as he tightened his legs around Chrollo's waist, instantly locking them fully against one another. The act successfully drove his lover inside him, and Kurapika felt the tip invading his body, the sensation forcing chills to race up his spine. What threw them into finality and left Kurapika whimpering as every part of him became completely electrified and oversensitive was Chrollo's last thrust, the older man's cock pervading his last barrier as it filled into him.
It was Arcadia. Nirvana. Like he had died and been reborn. And all Kurapika could do was move in time to his lover's undulating call and own instincts. Everything else was lost to him, "Oh... God..." Kurapika uttered as he broke away from the kiss, body convulsing against his bindings and Chrollo's touch, wanting more, craving it all, everything his lover was doing to him felt so good, "Please..." Was all Kurapika could muster, though the expression in his eyes was pleading.
When those lips pulled away from his, and those beseeching words reached his ears, Chrollo couldn't think anymore. All rational thought and comprehension ebbed away, his consciousness only able to focus on one thing; the younger man beneath him and the way that body moved, how Kurapika breathed and the intensity behind those scarlet eyes.
Disbelief crawled through the older man that Kurapika wasn't yelling at him to stop. Chrollo was sure that he was hurting his lover and Kurapika probably hated him for it. Still, those gasps and breathy whimpers bespoke of ecstasy which made him wonder if the blond was a masochist. Considering his chosen Nen restrictions, Kurapika most certainly was.
So he didn't neglect to initiate the fast rhythm he decided to set. Hips instantly started thrusting against those lithe ones as he resumed leaving bites along Kurapika's body, each reddish mark that bloomed on his pale skin heightened the euphoria.
It was like he had lost himself, the grips of desire digging deep and holding strong. Every part of him tingled, nerves alight, the impulses Chrollo soon felt nearly left the older man wanting to fall apart.
He was unable to slow down. It was too hot, too good, too snug to be inside Kurapika. Chrollo never believed in soulmates, but he had started thinking that maybe, just maybe, he would have a partner who would stay with him, pray for his return and kiss him goodnight. It surprised the older man that he could want something so domestic as the shuddering blond meeting every thrust of his hips, straining against binds the younger man could easily break away from and yet, Chrollo housed no regrets.
He rather liked the semblance of normalcy in his worthless existence.
Straightening up, he slowed down the pace a little, favoring slow, long thrusts. He kept his eyes fixed on scarlet irises, not daring to let go of his breath. He could not for the life of him believe that such a rare, priceless treasure was his. Chrollo might have schemed to steal Kurapika's heart the day he saw the Kurta's cloaked figure shadowing his steps in that desert city when they started this insane little junket of theirs, but even he could not have foreseen where it would end up leading them.
Slowly, he traced his fingers along the blond's sides, and the older man groaned when Kurapika pushed his hips up to meet his thrust in time. Heat pooled fast in his abdomen, and Chrollo stopped momentarily. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to not look at those lips.
"I want to savor this," he breathed out. "I agree; there is no need to rush." Once sure that he was master of his mind and body once more, Chrollo leaned down again, chest barely grazing the younger man's. He pressed his lips briefly to Kurapika's own, changing his original intention of speeding things up. He didn't see the point of not enjoying the moment when his chances of being murdered were higher than dying from incurable diseases.
The thought of taking the time needed, of drawing out every precious second he spent with Kurapika and cherishing their time together meant a slightly longer delay in them departing from the cottage, then so be it. He knew and conceded to the fact that they both needed to reach Yorknew and soon. For now, Chrollo was merely content on taking what chance he had to spend it with his lover, knowing that the road ahead of them would be long and arduous.
Even with that in mind, Chrollo kept his pace slow. Although he briefly stalled when he lowered to rest against Kurapika, the absence in movement caused him to feel a sense of impatience. Resuming his actions, he felt his cock come to rest even deeper within Kurapika, his hands moving away from the younger man's sides to draw idle patterns along his chest. The skin was smooth to the touch and flawless as ever, the warmth the older man felt beneath his fingertips reminded him of just how beautiful the blond really was.
If he could invoke moments like these to last forever, Chrollo knew he wouldn't hesitate. Everything Kurapika was and would be was something he wanted to see stretch into eternity. He was greedy and selfish, but to hold onto something as precious and unique as the person who laid beneath him was enough for him to submit to that fact.
Chrollo never wanted to let go. Kurapika was the one thing he wanted and desired most in the dark, monstrous world he lived in.
The change in pace was something that didn't go unnoticed by Kurapika. For when those hips had faltered from their erratic, disjointed bucking, to slow, even thrusts, he was able to tell there was an alteration in Chrollo's emotions. He watched as his lover straightened, the look in those dark, grey eyes spoke of nothing other than burning hunger, but also passionate desire. Kurapika was able to see the depth of the older man's soul through those eyes, and everything that drew him so close to Chrollo shone within their brilliance just before they slipped closed.
It was hard to believe he was capable of such a thing, that someone like Chrollo was able to express and feel love. The more time Kurapika spent around Chrollo, the more aware of this he became. Doubting that was something he could no longer do.
He breathed in slowly when he felt Chrollo's hands make their way to his sides as they traced up along them. The sensation alone elicited another moan to escape his throat. Again, Kurapika was able to feel himself slowly losing control, losing his will, and let himself fall entirely to Chrollo's invocation. Not that he wanted to resist - despite the lack of conviction in doing so, Kurapika could only find himself enjoying the moment, of the sensation that washed over him with every thrust, each bite, and of those touches that caressed the tenderness of his skin. It was a craving unlike any other, and when Chrollo came to place those lips fleetingly against his own, it was like fire, like the dusting of butterfly wings, sensual, yet blissful.
Kurapika wanted to take it all in, to savor it all, to experience every lingering moment with his lover like this, craving everything the older man had to offer.
"You are not the only one... Enjoying this..." he breathed out, the sensation of Chrollo's chest barely contacting his own caused another shiver to bolt up his spine, "I want this as much as you."
Slowly, Kurapika tightened his legs around Chrollo, ensuring that their connection never severed, but also in succession, drove his lover more inside of him, the sensation causing his chest to constrict as another wave of shivers coursed up his spine. Every nerve twitched, his skin moist, rivulets dripping from the surface as his groin cramped from the mass pooling of calcification that made his cock grew painfully hard, Kurapika couldn't help the stained groan that escaped past his lips. Chrollo only pulled away from him after that to gain control his erratic thrusts.
Again, Kurapika let himself go, only wanting to meld into the moment, and into every touch of those hands upon him. It was amazing just how much he wanted, no craved Chrollo, but one thing he did not have was regrets. Kurapika had long since made his decisions, even if they could have been seen as uncouth or outlandish.
Even if it had sealed his fate, and would ensure consequences, then so be it. Kurapika was happy. Happier then he had been in so long.
For most of his life, from the time he realized he was alone, Kurapika had withered away in the dark. Brooding, decaying, ready to throw his life away just for one moment of satisfaction, for that one time where he would have been able to see justice done and for those who had hurt him to reap what they sowed.
Although now, he was learning to let go and move on. For once in his existence, Kurapika honestly felt a semblance of belonging. He had a home, and someone to spend eternity with, who truly loved him and only gave him the reason to live again. Chrollo had mended his once broken wings.
Falling into a rhythm with Chrollo was easy, despite the fact, the older man had changed the flow of his pace quite a few times along the way. The languid movements the older man had chosen left Kurapika feeling wave after oncoming wave of euphoria, the high it produced making him practically intoxicated.
The world around him had evaporated into nothingness, his mind blanking to the point Kurapika could only focus on one thing; the heat of Chrollo's body and matching his lover's thrusts. Time seemed to slow; every second he spent locked within the storm of emotions was another moment he faltered beneath his lover's spell, the heat only continuing to grow between them.
Kurapika could see the excitement in Chrollo´s eyes, those unfathomable greys opening to focus on him once more, and the Kurta felt himself become enchanted by them. Getting lost within those gorgeous eyes always left him feeling powerless, Kurapika knowing that the allure Chrollo held was enough to keep him weak, yet, attracted. Just the older man's aura was enough to appease him. There were so many reasons Kurapika had been given as to why he loved this man.
Sure, Chrollo was a bastard and an asshole, but he was Kurapika's bastard and asshole. There wasn't a thing in the world the blond would have done to change that.
It felt like hours had passed from the point where Kurapika had been awoken from the position he was in, to the length of time they had spent making love. The older man's fingers began a slow trek down over the planes of his chest, the tips drawing down along the areolas around his nipples. The contact sent shivers racing through him, and Kurapika couldn't help but lean into the touch.
Silence had encompassed the room as the only sounds heard was their rapidly beating hearts amid deep, breathy moans. Chrollo´s eyes never left Kurapika´s intense, haunting stare, those scarlet eyes flaring ever their brightest.
He gave another sharp thrust against Kurapika´s hips, feeling himself going even deeper, the Kurta's body was still very tight despite their previous night's activities.
"I want this more than you think I do," Chrollo whispered, want and need lacing his voice. He gave another ample thrust, this time a little harsher than the previous one, but by no means hard enough to wrench out a moan. "There is no way I'd ever want to stay away from you."
Gently, he traced back up along Kurapika's body with one hand towards the Kurta's wrists, the fingertips glossing over the twine that bound his lover.
"I want to stay with you, my love. You are worth so much more, but I will keep you for myself."
Keeping pace, Chrollo moved with shallow thrusts which kept him deep-seated inside the younger man. Without warning, and deciding he had been hard enough on Kurapika, he snapped his lover's bindings, instantly releasing the blond. Chrollo frowned when he saw the black and blue marks lining Kurapika´s pure skin.
Carefully, his index finger trailed over the bruises; he had meant to be rough on Kurapika, but seeing the result of their little scuffle only made Chrollo wonder if he had gone a bit too far.
Inwardly, the Genei Ryodan leader decided he would make it up to Kurapika. One thing Chrollo didn't want was for the younger man to be angry with him, even if his lover was currently in the throes of ecstasy.
Not wishing to invoke the blond's wrath or ruin the moment, Chrollo pushed in hard and fast, the older man's brain going into a daze. The rest of his worries melted away, soon replaced with hunger and desire once more.
"Possessive." Kurapika uttered suddenly, his voice breathless, hips moving almost unified with Chrollo's thrusts as he sensed the older man abruptly pick up the pace, "But I too, want to stay with you, as well." This time, Kurapika smiled impishly, his incandescent irises flaring wildly, yet, glazed over with rapture, eagerness. "You are everything I have ever wanted."
He felt the feathery light touches of his lover's fingers as they reached for his wrists and the twine instantly snapped away. It didn't take long for Kurapika to feel the weight of what he endured as the skin around his wrists began to throb, confident it was bruised. The look of concern on Chrollo´s features practically confirmed that, but the change in his lover's tempo was enough to dissolve any anger the Kurta may have felt.
Instead, his body trembled as the heat rose around him, each nerve and vein within was raging with electrified impulses, the intensity causing his groin only to continue growing unbearably tight. His focus fell solely on the one whom he loved that resided above him, whose body felt good against his own and how those hips crashed against his in time to their rhythm and dance.
Every successful clash drove his lover deeper into him, the older man's cock filling him nearly to the brim.
Kurapika could tell he was nearing, every part of him straining for release.
As if Chrollo was able to sense Kurapika's heightening arousal, suspecting his lover was on the verge, the older man slowed down, his grey eyes staring intently into vibrant scarlet ones. Kurapika tried to push him inside, but he refused to budge. He would savor this and goddamn he would take his own sweet time watching the Kurta fall apart. The heaving of Kurapika's chest as his lover let out wanton moans made Chrollo feel light-headed. So the raven-head pulled back a little to admire his handiwork.
Pink lips were now swollen, a hickey blooming over fair skin, scarlet orbs staring into his own gray irises, Kurapika looked every inch his. Chrollo raked his fingers along the blond's sides again, carefully watching every breathy moan it elicited.
The older man pushed in a little, feeling Kurapika welcoming the move by tightening his legs. Chrollo smiled at the desperation and asked softly, "Are you getting close?"
Kurapika found himself almost at a loss for words, his capacity to think virtually nonexistent. The entirety of his body moved of its own volition, and all the younger man could do was let himself fall into the moment, the gentle rocking of his hips in time to Chrollo's own spoke of giving in, Kurapika realizing he was slowly falling apart. He merely breathed, drawing on the warm air and aroma that was Chrollo. Everything about the older man, the way he moved, how his chest moved with each breath, the burning want and need that smoldered behind infinite dark eyes, God how he enjoyed this and needed this. Chrollo was delectable, incredible, something to be savored and relished.
A momentary lapse in concentration left Kurapika feeling upended, yet for him, whatever path lay before them, they would face together.
All he cared about was keeping Chrollo in his life. Those strong, efficacious emotions returned once more when sturdy, yet, eliciting fingers crawled up and over his sides. The very feel was enough to have his body craving for his lover's hands upon him once more.
There was no way the Kurta could hold back the throaty groan that surpassed his mouth in the following moment, for when the older man pushed against him, those hips contacting his own as that cock went even deeper, Kurapika knew the end was nigh.
He couldn't feel. Couldn't hold on. Chrollo was a God and had taken his breath away. Kurapika couldn't get enough. Never enough. The desire to reach paradise with his lover now reigned strong.
Y-yes." The blond murmured pleadingly, desperation clear in his voice.
Chrollo traced his finger over Kurapika´s beautiful, soft lip, making it dip a fraction. Like this, those red eyes flaming with desire, soft breaths warming his thumb, chests pressed too tight, hips moving at a leisurely pace, Kurapika looked vulnerable.
He loved it.
Instantly, Chrollo wasted no more time and fell into a steady, fast rhythm again. He was also aware that he would not last long and after a few moments, the older man lifted himself just enough to partially slide out of Kurapika before thrusting back down and pushing fast, driving his length as abyssal as possible.
In that very moment, Kurapika could sense the tip finally come into contact with the one spot that would surely drive him finally over the edge. Hands now free, his fingers inadvertently tightened and nearly buried into Chrollo's skin as they had found purchase on the older man's shoulders, his head tossing back as he practically cried out, "Fuck!" Was all that Kurapika could now construct, his mind going completely blank.
It was the most wondrous sight that Chrollo beheld, better than all the glittery treasures that had once passed through his fingers, beautifully intoxicating in its perfection. A soft body pressing into his own, sculpted lips biting back a moan, nails grazing his skin as hands roamed over his body, golden strands of hair which appeared like a halo as the morning Sun rose steadily higher into the sky…
Scarlet eyes.
It wasn't the eyes that drew him in like a moth to a flame, or, maybe it was the eyes, but there was so much more to see.
Kurapika was beyond any beauty the seven wonders of the world had to offer.
However, the very moment he felt Kurapika tighten around him, and his world came on fire was the same moment when Chrollo knew it was the beginning of the end. His body reacted without cognizance, his breath quickened, and everything he did was on pure adrenaline alone. A groan tore from his throat when Kurapika's hips came up to meet his own. The impact forced him to embed deep inside, the walls inside the younger man's body constricting instantaneously around him. It was apparent his lover was desperate for release.
When Kurapika yelled out the expletive, Chrollo knew he had him. And he had him good. Maybe he should just..speed things up? They had undoubtedly enjoyed themselves quite a bit. And they had plans…
"Touch me," Kurapika uttered suddenly amid his breathless pants, hips still rocking mindlessly, almost animal-like against Chrollo's, the pulses which radiated from his groin only pushed outward, making him want to explode. "Please." He withered this time, trembling amply, as he picked up speed now, rocking back and forth with more enthusiasm then before, the heat raging through his body becoming almost too much.
The intensity only kept building as his ascension towards his pinnacle was becoming imminent; his stamina and energy were slowly beginning to wane.
Grinning at his lover's abrupt plea, Chrollo lifted himself while his fingers teasingly rubbed those nipples one last time before inching slowly downwards. When he finally reached the younger man's cock, pre-cum coated his finger. Dragging his finger slowly across the tip, Chrollo murmured, "Impatient, aren't we?" He gripped the pulsating organ firmly, a smile pulling at his lips.
Kurapika wasn't sure when everything changed or how he was able to lose himself so quickly, but when he felt the older man's fingers finally curl around his cock, it was then he felt the raging flood of emotions threaten to break free. His body shook violently as his cock throbbed within the hand which now held him, and Kurapika thought that very moment he was going to lose it all.
Scarlet eyes focused intently once more lust-filled greys, "Perhaps," he groaned, lips parted as he fought to catch his breath, "but you are craving for release just as much as I am." Kurapika stilled, this time, passion laced his expression, "There is no denying you are also feeling its effects."
Hearing Kurapika's response invoked a semblance of realization in Chrollo. Of course, it was evident that he was falling and just as fast, his own body was straining as he too, desired release. The fact that holding out for much longer was not an option, Chrollo decided to concede. Again, a smile crossed his lips at just how right Kurapika was.
"That may be so," he breathed, his grip becoming more firm on the Kurta's cock, "but it doesn't stop me from enjoying what time we have left."
He started rubbing the head as he began to stroke the appendage slowly. Chrollo found his breath constricting in his throat, and it wasn't due to the thrusts that had most certainly increased in their pace.
Kurapika was beautiful. He had already lost track of how many times that same thought had raced through his mind but he didn't mind nor did he care. How could he when blazing half-lidded eyes filled with want stared at his very soul, petal pink lips gasped for breath, a sparkling sheen of sweat barely visible, sunlight making golden hair appear like a halo, palms gripping his shoulders-
And he came, his seed spilling deep inside a lithe body that kept moving while meeting his less intense thrusts. Chrollo's body shuddered as he finally let go, allowing his pupils to roll back in his sockets. He was breathing too fast, a moan just at the tip of his very tongue, chest still heaving, the sound of the Kurta's name spilling from his lips.
Gods, he needed this every day for the rest of his life.
The raven-head found himself still moving his fingers over the blond's cock. He tried to concentrate on it instead. Kurapika's moans were better for helping him focus since he wanted to hear more of it.
It was something that came easily and naturally, for Kurapika could not contain the loud moan which escaped his throat in the very next moment. The warmth that pooled into him as Chrollo finally gave in and reached his impending ascension was enough for the younger man to sigh happily at the feeling.
Damn how gorgeous Chrollo looked while in the throes of ecstasy.
It was only a matter of time before he followed suit, Kurapika's own body screaming for completion.
Though Chrollo's attention to his weeping cock didn't stop, it never ceased in its steady caress, which Kurapika needed.
Although he heard his name uttered amid his lover's breathless moans, Kurapika found it nearly impossible to focus, the resonant calling of paradise beckoning him, echoing his name. His lips parted, the words just on the edge of his tongue, and yet, he believed he wasn't going to be able to answer. Kurapika's strength failed him as his barriers entirely crumbled away.
And with that, he jerked fiercely against Chrollo's hand, body convulsing as the heat amassed and finally burst before surging forth with the last of his energy. Kurapika released as warm liquid in thick ropes erupted over those fingers which held him, the sensation so intense that he nearly forgot to breathe. His entire body was on fire as his orgasm raged through him, leaving the Kurta to relish in the utter bliss and rapture that it wrapped him up within.
When the last ounces of his strength and vitality crumbled away, Kurapika collapsed against the bed, the rush he felt from moments before left him intoxicated as he attempted to come down from his high.
Chrollo could only stare as Kurapika let go. The beauty in front of him was something the older man knew he would never tire of. From flushed skin to golden hair, it was perfection he wouldn't mind exploring for the rest of his life.
Little by little he came down from his high, the effects of bliss wearing off but he still felt good nonetheless. Although his hand remained around Kurapika´s cock, fingers wet, his focus remained solely on his lover.
He squeezed the younger man's hip with his free hand once more before letting his fingers trace a pattern slowly over its surface. They stayed quiet for a few moments where Chrollo observed the play of sunlight on pale skin, and the feel of being buried too deep, despite having reached his peak only a few seconds ago. The raven-head groaned, still in love with the feeling of just being inside Kurapika.
Gently, Chrollo pulled Kurapika close to him as he came to lay next to his lover, the younger man's body soft against his own, "I could do this every day," he whispered, satisfaction lacing every word, "and let you enjoy as much of me anytime you wanted." He cupped Kurapika's cheek with his left hand as his thumb rubbed over the skin, "You have to promise something in return, however."
As his breathing evened out, Kurapika just allowed himself the quiet moments of enjoying his temperance. He sighed in contentment when Chrollo pulled him against that firm, taut body, the contact between them only made him relax even more. When the sound of the older man's heart reached his ears, it lulled him as his mind slowly came back into focus. When Chrollo's hand came against his cheek, Kurapika couldn't help but lean into the touch. That along with the connection they still shared was something Kurapika couldn't help but relish. "Of course, I wouldn't pass up on something good like that." But," the younger man paused as he looked into Chrollo's eyes, "we have to give and take. There is no promise to be had. We share each other. What you do for me I do for you."
If Chrollo failed to grasp the meaning behind Kurapika's words, well then, there would be no changing that. Of course, he knew his lover was astute enough to reach the meaning behind everything he said.
"You would make quite a king love," he whispered softly and lovingly as he continued to worship the beauty in front of him. "I would keep you in all the luxury you deserve. I'd have you wear the most beautiful clothes and take you to the most wondrous sights in this world."
Without another word, he pulled back from Kurapika, that all-knowing smirk still plastered upon his firm lips. Raising his hand that was covered in cum, he brought it close to his mouth. Keeping his eyes fixed on blazing scarlet ones, Chrollo ever so slowly began licking the tip of his index finger.
The raven-head found that it was quite difficult to concentrate on the taste when Kurapika looked so starved and oh so hungry.
Chrollo circled his tongue around the base, making sure no semen coated his skin anymore. Admiring his genius, Chrollo started sucking on three of his fingers. He kept at it for a few minutes until the older man was satisfied the last traces of the white fluid had most certainly vanished.
From that point on, the leader of the Genei Ryodan was sure he had Kurapika captivated, for the look in those glazed scarlet eyes was enough to tell him just how addicted the Kurta really was.
In that very moment, Kurapika found his attention diverted from Chrollo's statement as the older man's grin only spread more methodically across his face. His ruby hued eyes only widened, and he felt himself squirm, even if such was barely visible.
It was seductive, captivating and downright sexy. Chrollo wasted no time drawing his tongue up and around his fingers, slowly, intently, provocatively along the surface of his flesh, little by little clearing away the mess Kurapika left behind, the look behind grey eyes spoke of pure titillation. Even as the remnants of it began to disappear, it was then the Kurta couldn't help the simple fact that even then, seeing his lover readily indulge in consuming his essence only made him that much more aroused.
Kurapika wanted more, so much more, but he knew it was not written in the stars. Eventually, he knew they would have to leave. Sighing, the Kurta licked his lips nervously. "Oh? Would you rather be my Queen then?" Reaching forward, he placed one hand on Chrollo's strong jaw, fingers moving over to trail along the marks he left on the tanned skin, tracing them idly. "Or is it that you would rather laud over me, placing me on the highest pedestal as if I was someone to be acclaimed and extolled?"
Raising an eyebrow, Chrollo watched Kurapika inquisitively. It was easy to sense the amusement in the younger man's voice, but knowing that his lover was just as enthralled only made him more ecstatic. Little by little Kurapika was changing, letting go of his old ways to become more open-minded, more laid back. To see Kurapika lighten up was a welcomed sight.
"You deserve it, Kurapika," he said, gaze fixed on the Kurta's beautiful eyes, "I would love to lavish you with dazzling gifts befitting of your marvelous presence." Chrollo kissed the blond's cheek before whispering against his ear, "And I would be sure to make sweet, sweet love to you every night so that you know how wanted you are."
Again, his lips only peeled further into a smug grin, sure Kurapika would punch him for his statement. Or worse yet, bind him in his chains. In an attempt to halt any chance of that happening, he wrapped his arms around the blond, pulling his lover close.
Kurapika only quietly hummed in response, not surprised by Chrollo's words, "All those things you want to lavish me with, I just pray none of it is stolen." He tried with effort to keep the sarcasm from his voice, but the blond could not help it. "However, there is no real need to be excessive where in reality, the greatest gift you have given me, is yourself."
He sighed, body relaxing, even if temporarily, letting his eyes slip closed as he enjoyed the moment they were in. He laid his head against the older man's shoulder when he felt himself being pulled against that rugged frame.
Surely Chrollo could be egotistical or cocky at times, but for now, despite his lover was indeed, getting crazy ideas, Kurapika didn't have it in him to chastise the man.
Instead, he only let a smile cross over his lips.
"So very modest." Chrollo purred, his fingers sliding into Kurapika´s soft, golden locks after the younger man's head came to rest against him. "But you should know my nature and how I prefer to do things." Chrollo paused a moment to pull that slender body even closer to him. "Besides, you're beautiful Kurapika, and I only want the best for you." Letting the words sink in, sure that Kurapika was more than likely astounded by his reply, Chrollo only relished in the aspect.
Of course, his lover was precious to him and hearing how much Kurapika valued him and the love they shared only added to his confidence. Even so, the older man was prepared to do anything to ensure Kurapika wanted to remain in his life.
Sighing, Kurapika nuzzled against the warm flesh of Chrollo´s neck as those strong fingers raked through his hair. Being so close to the older man was soothing and comforting whereas at one time before the blond realized his love for Chrollo, he would have found the touches repulsive. "Persistent bastard," he uttered, voice soft and quiet.
"You know it." Chrollo teased, and his free hand began tracing over Kurapika´s ass. He figured it wouldn't take long before the Kurta would realize where his hand was roaming, but proceeded anyway. He knew they would need to prepare to leave soon and he wished to enjoy what time they had left. When he shifted, Chrollo could still feel the connection they shared. "You feel good, and I hate that I have to pull out." The raven-head meant every word of it. He did not want to leave the comfortable bed, the warmth surrounding him, Kurapika wrapped so gracefully around his waist…
But they had to get back to his spiders, get Kurapika a tattoo adorning his pale skin, break the news to his friends, and stay alive.
Chrollo did not want to face those monsters again.
But they had no choice.
It was difficult to find the resolution and pull himself out of the Kurta, almost regretting his decision. However, lingering for much longer could prove to hold dire consequences. Those beasts were out there, hopefully still trapped within Mirie's devastated walls though, if the problem wasn't handled and soon, who knows what kind of disaster they could unleash upon the world.
Usually, Chrollo didn't get mingled in the affairs of the world as he didn't feel he owed it any sympathy. But this was different. If the beasts destroyed everything in their path there was a chance there would be nothing left.
Chrollo didn't like that notion.
A disgruntled sound of protest followed by slender hands clasping firmly around his neck brought him from his reverie. He looked down into stunning eyes that were now blue.
"Just a little longer." Kurapika breathed out, voice low and soft, "Since I know our time here is short." The absence of wholeness, of being filled, of the intimate connection they shared left behind a void. One the younger man struggled to deal with. However, Kurapika understood they had a mission to fulfill.
Not only did he and Chrollo still need to retrieve the remainder of Scarlet Eyes still out there, but they also had to handle the fact there now was a new, deadly and undocumented species out there responsible for razing an entire city to the ground. The very idea angered Kurapika, and he had to find the will not to allow his emotions to overtake him.
Chrollo was able to sense the rise in Kurapika´s aura, one that momentarily flared of negative energy and instantly he pulled the Kurta into a soft, tender kiss. He continued stroking his lover's hair, while his tongue soon found its way alongside Kurapika´s. "I love you." He uttered when he paused to take a breath before recapturing the blond's lips once more.
Without hesitation, Kurapika melted into the kiss, his lips working slowly against Chrollo's, the frenzy and urgency from earlier long gone as the feeling was replaced by gentleness and warmth. Parting his lips, he allowed Chrollo´s tongue to meet his, the two appendages twining together before temporarily pulling away.
Drawing air into his lungs, they fell seamlessly into the dance once more before they could no longer deny the need for oxygen and parted fully.
"I love you, too," Kurapika responded between pants.
Smiling, the older man reluctantly pulled away from his lover's inviting body to leave the bed, exiting the room soon after. Kurapika watched him go with curiosity before he returned a few moments later carrying a small, red colored box.
Placing it on the mattress, Chrollo sat down on the side and reached over to take hold of the Kurta's wrists as he examined the bruises on them critically. Removing a roll of gauze, ointment and a bottle of antiseptic, he dabbed some of its contents onto a cloth before swiping it gently over the marks on Kurapika's skin. Once he finished cleaning the area, Chrollo put ointment over the damaged skin then wrapped both of the younger man's wrists with the gauze. Afterward, the older man replaced the supplies to the box before closing it.
"I'm sorry." Chrollo vocalized, fingers interlacing with Kurapika's own as he brought the back of his lover's hand to his lips and kissed it softly.
Kurapika closed his eyes and bit back a hiss as the older man addressed his wounds. The area was tender, and he could only keep himself steeled as he watched Chrollo, the substance used to clean his bruised skin was cool, yet soothed any pain he had. After his lover finished and wrapped his wrists in gauze, blue eyes landed on grey ones, "Nothing to be sorry for." The blond whispered as Chrollo's fingers wound around his own, lifting his hand to kiss it, "I know your real intention when you tied me up wasn't meant to cause harm." Leaning over, Kurapika placed a soft, chaste kiss to Chrollo's lips to convey the truth behind his words.
Resisting the urge to pull the younger man into his arms and take that warm mouth in full, Chrollo stood up, gaze never leaving his lover's own, "We should shower and make our final preparations. What do you think we should do next?" He questioned as he put the box back with his belongings and went to retrieve a fresh set of clothes along with a towel, "I feel it would be best for us to stay close to the forest and off the main road."
The idea of taking a warm shower with Chrollo sounded appealing. Extricating himself from the comfort of the bed, Kurapika followed suit and fetched a clean set of clothes and then went to retrieve his towel. As he stood from his position over his suitcase, he turned to face Chrollo.
"Well for one," he began, voice even though his features remained soft, "I think we should travel at night. Even though I am ready to leave soon, the cover of darkness may be our best bet. Especially with as far as we have to go." In retrospect, keeping to the woods was a near secure plan in hopefully avoiding those beasts as they made their way back to rendezvous with the rest of the Genei Ryodan. Still, they knew very little about those creatures, their habits or abilities. Analyzing what they were up against would better ensure their survival at this rate. "We should keep to the woods but maybe wait until nightfall."
Taking hold of the supplies he procured for his shower, Chrollo trudged into the adjacent bathroom and set his stuff down upon the countertop. Pushing aside the curtain, he flipped on the tap, letting the water heat. As he waited, the idea of traveling at night seemed more plausible. Not knowing if those creatures were more active during the day or not spoke of a greater chance in having the advantage of using darkness as a cover, "Then we shall leave tonight." He called from the bathroom, satisfied by the temperature of the water, "Won't you join me, love?" The snicker which followed his question only heightened his amusement.
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Kurapika swept into the small bathroom, the tile cool beneath his bare feet as he dropped his clothing on the counter beside Chrollo´s. The older man had already begun showering, and he wasted no time slipping into the basin behind his lover, slender arms coming around Chrollo´s chest.
Silence had descended between them, and Kurapika took a moment to revel in the contact he shared with the older man as his head came to rest against his lover's back. Both of them remained as they were, neither wishing to break contact, enjoying what time they had before needing to face reality again.
It occurred to Chrollo that they were wasting a lot of water, but he stayed put and let himself indulge as it felt too good. The silence was like a luxury. Let a little water go to waste. The universe did not like them alive.
Before too long, they had resumed showering and finished without a hitch, both then dressing in clothes comfortable enough for traveling. Kurapika decided to wear a dark turquoise, long-sleeved shirt, and ash grey hiking pants, Chrollo sporting an off white t-shirt and navy jeans. The rest of the morning went by even faster. It amazed him that packing luggage could take up so much time when they had virtually not yet opened one suitcase.
Afterward, they both settled for one last decent meal before departing, both unsure of when they would be able to eat again. Chrollo had suggested they rest until nightfall, which Kurapika readily agreed on.
Next thing the blond knew, Chrollo was dragging him without hesitation back towards the bed.
The silence between them continued, but Chrollo felt too tense, almost as if he were sitting on a pincushion. All he could do to calm down was hold Kurapika close as if to convince himself that the blond was still there with him.
Night came all too soon for them.
As the last colors of the day faded into twilight, it was then everything became all too real.
Gathering up what belongings they had, Kurapika took one more look back at the little cottage which had been their haven for the last night before following Chrollo as they walked out into the night air, both prepared to step back into the unknown.
As Chrollo shut the door of their temporary haven, a cool breeze whipped the hair across his forehead. He let his gaze sweep across the meadow one last time, drinking in its tranquil beauty. Upon seeing it for the first time, he remembered being too tense to even look at the scenery. Now he felt calm, especially since the pacifying sound of the waterfall reminded him of the prior night. The flowers looked pretty, and the older man thought that maybe, they should be safe.
"I will miss this place," Chrollo uttered, slightly disappointed.
Pausing, Kurapika let his eyes fall on the older man beside him, the peaceful look on his lover's countenance a welcome sight to see, "As will I." The blond intoned and took one last look around the meadow that had been his escape, his sanctuary for the second time.
Sadly, he knew they could not stay.
"I will return here one day, that is a promise."
As the final remnants of light bled into darkness, Kurapika spoke, confidence lacing his words, "Let's go."
Nodding, Chrollo quietly followed Kurapika out of the lush meadow and back into the dense forest, silence resuming between them.
Slowly, the meadow faded into the distance as the corpse of trees became dense and more isolated, the canopy so profuse, the moonlight was barely able to filter through, leaving them with little light to see. Of course, for Kurapika it wasn't as problematic due to the paths he traveled along when in Lusko, and even though he only journeyed through the particular area once before, navigating it was nearly instinctual.
Expanding his En range, Kurapika let it slowly trickle out around him. The edges were like feelers as he gently, yet, intently searched around, making damn sure to remain on high alert for anything malicious that might be lurking in wait. With as inky the night was and how dark those beasts were, Kurapika was concerned they could have crept up on him and Chrollo through the cover of darkness if neither of them kept their guard up and senses sharpened.
A few times, the Kurta realized his lover had stolen glances at him now and then. Probably still astounded at his ability to maneuver through the foliage without much of a hitch. A couple of times Chrollo stumbled despite his experience in hiking, his vision impaired by the dim lighting from the forest.
Kurapika was indeed a child of the forest.
Hours seemed to pass as they traveled, both of them only stopping long enough to rest and recoup their lost strength. Staying alert and strong was the key to their survival and hopes of reaching civilization again.
Finally, as the night wore on, and Kurapika had started to wonder if the direction they were going in was legitimately the right way, the flicker of dim lights in the distance caught his attention and spoke of impending society. He cast a sidelong glance at Chrollo before whispering, "Not much further it seems." It wasn't a place he had been familiar with - quite frankly, Kurapika didn't recollect seeing any village or town remotely this far out. But soon it would be morning as they had spent the better part of the small hours traveling and would need to rest again.
After coming upon the edge of a clearing, Kurapika noticed a small hut off in the distance, smoke curling around its chimney before they reached the arches of the small appearing village, its stone, and wooden carvings had become worn with time. Eventually, they found a sign that confirmed they were in a place called Winden.
They passed underneath the entrance and into the village, noticing the streets were dark as there was barely any illumination aside the moon glow to guide them. As rustic it seemed with its stone buildings and thatched roofing, it was a quaint looking place that probably did not see many travelers.
It took some time before Kurapika managed to locate an inn, though reading the weathered sign was almost difficult to make out. "Perhaps we should rest here?" Kurapika intoned.
Chrollo came astride him a moment later, the man appearing to analyze the building crucially. "It's hard to read, but it's indeed an inn." Without another thought, he pushed the door open to hear the soft tinkling sound of a bell.
The common room inside was modest, though the tables were empty. A grizzled looking innkeeper shifted his gaze from whatever task he was attending to and looked up at them. However, Kurapika could see the irritation that crossed his visage.
"Wasn't expecting guests this late. We don't get many travelers in these parts." The man commented in a gruff voice as he placed aside the dusty rag he was using to wipe the countertop.
"We just arrived. Been traveling most of the night and need a place to rest." Chrollo replied casually.
The elderly innkeeper didn't seem disturbed in the slightest although he was receiving guests at an ungodly hour, "You gentlemen need rooms for the night, then?" He asked.
"Just one room with a king sized bed if you have one available." Chrollo continued without so much as a beat. He slipped an arm around the blond's waist and smiled for good measure.
Kurapika snorted, his attention diverted from observing the room they were in once he felt Chrollo's arm come around him. This time his attention returned to the conversation Chrollo was having with the innkeeper, only exhaling visibly when his lover mentioned the need of a room.
And one with a huge bed at that. Damn bastard. Kurapika wasn't surprised but, he had grown used to and rather content with sharing a bed with his lover. It was lonely sleeping alone.
The man on the other side of the desk did not look disturbed in the least that two men were asking for a room usually associated with couples honeymooning. He merely pulled the handle of his drawer, stared at whatever contents were inside for a few minutes before pulling out a rusty key. "Follow me. "
Despite the flat stares the grizzled man gave them, Kurapika said nothing. He motioned for them to follow, soon leading them down a long, stark hallway, candles flickering somberly amid the dim light before stopping before a door with an etiolated nine in gold upon its surface.
Upon entering, Kurapika was somewhat surprised by the size of the room - which wasn't as ample as he expected - and almost seemed inadequate considering the bed that sat within. Still, it was better than sleeping on the ground, at least.
Chrollo entered the room behind him.
"I shall take my leave now. Have a good night, sirs'." The innkeeper said abruptly and turned, closing the door as he went.
When the door was fully closed, Chrollo turned back to Kurapika, "We should both probably shower again after being out in the forest all night."
The thought of Kurapika kicking him out from the bed due to smelling of forest and sweat made him inwardly cringe. He rather liked the length of the younger man's body pressed against his own.
"I won't argue with you there." The blond replied simply and trudged to the bathroom without another word.
Following behind him, Chrollo wasted no time divesting himself of his clothing and stepped into the old style tub. He flicked on the knobs, realizing the water was cold, but it would give him an excuse to keep his lover close to him.
Kurapika stepped into the tub moments later. Instantly, Chrollo drew the younger man against his body.
When the force of arms pulled him against Chrollo's firm chest, Kurapika groaned, eyes slipping shut after that. The thought to offer a retort came to mind, but the sensation of Chrollo's warmth instantly abolished the idea. Drawing a breath, he melded willingly into his lover's embrace.
As the water formed rivulets on the Kurta's fair skin, he couldn't help but think for the umpteenth time that day that his lover was goddamn sexy.
He cupped Kurapika´s cheek gently, smiling at how lucky he was before whispering, "You are sexy." Chrollo kissed his lips softly. He looked at the Kurta's face once more before brushing his lips over the younger man's jaw. Chrollo continued to leave a trail of kisses until he reached the base of Kurapika's ear. As his hand reached for his lover's soft ass to squeeze it, Chrollo tugged at the lobe gently with his teeth.
Blue eyes found grey the moment fingers came to his cheek, the feather sensation only added to the soothing aspect the touch gave him. He sighed when the older man's lips brushed against his own, "Ever the charmer." Kurapika responded, tilting his head slightly angular to allow Chrollo access to his neck, the line of kisses the older man soon left behind was enough to make Kurapika gasp quietly. It was moments like this the blond readily enjoyed, more so when his lover reached around to cup his ass so amply, mouth tugging at the lobe of his ear in practical unison.
Of course, he was tired, but being close to the older man didn't stave off Kurapika´s desire to relish in the contact just a little longer.
Reluctantly, Kurapika decided to finish showering and let Chrollo wash him before proceeding to do the same for Chrollo.
Stepping out, he retrieved a towel, while handing one to the older man. Once they were both dry, Kurapika found himself heading back into the adjacent bedroom.
"Let's get some sleep. What do you think beautiful?" Chrollo intoned as he followed the blond out of the bathroom.
He didn't bother putting clothes on.
Chrollo smiled when he noticed Kurapika had done the same.
Turning to look back at his lover, the Kurta paused momentarily, "Yes, I agree we both need adequate rest."
He watched as the older man strode past him, a faint smile gracing those lips as he slipped into the bed lined with pink sheets. Kurapika didn't even consider his actions nor harbor any thought as he climbed into the bed behind Chrollo still nude, the idea of his lover against him while he slept the only thing occupying his mind.
Drawing himself close to the older man, Kurapika sighed from the skin to skin contact, Chrollo's arms coming around him without hesitation. The warmth was nice. Pleasant. The younger man savored every moment he spent like that with his lover.
Kissing the Kurta's shoulder once he was close enough, Chrollo gingerly carded his fingers through soft, golden hair that never seemed to tangle. He was starting to envy Kurapika's silky strands, he admitted. Another kiss, this time to the chin and Chrollo found himself saying, "I love you." The fingers of his free hand began to trace the blond's prominent clavicle. "Come on; let's sleep."
Leaning into the older man's touch, Kurapika let his eyes slide closed, the tender way Chrollo stroked those fingers through his locks was soothing, placating.
It was amazing how everything his lover did to him was quickly mollifying. He couldn't agree more - they were both weary and exhausted from traveling, but the comfort of being so close to Chrollo caused Kurapika to let his worries bleed away, "I love you too." He cooed as he allowed his head to come to rest against the older man's shoulder. The sensation of that finger tracing over his chest slowly began to lull him.
Eventually, sleep crept in, and Chrollo realized there was no more need to remain awake. Burrowing his nose against the pale skin of Kurapika's neck, he whispered how pleasant and soft the Kurta was before finally allowed himself to fall asleep.
Feeling Chrollo mutter something barely audible as his lover's nose came to rest against the surface of his neck, Kurapika couldn't help but smile. Slowly the feared Genei Ryodan leader's breathing evened out as he drifted off to sleep. Realizing that he too, was futilely clinging to consciousness, Kurapika also fell into a much-needed slumber.
After Thoughts: Another emotional chapter, but this time, one that digs a little deeper into Chrollo's actual mindset and humanity when it comes to Kurapika. We get to see a more tender, caring side to him that we don't generally see as he continues to realize just how far his love for Kurapika runs. At the same time, we also get to see some emotional bonding as well as physical.
The true test of how strong of a connection they share will be once they reunite with the rest of the Genei Ryodan. How their reception of Kurapika is, and the strain it puts on his relationship with Chrollo will be the biggest challenge yet. But, how he deals with Gon and the others taking the news is something Kurapika will realize he has no choice but to face.
However, yes, this means that Gon, Killua, and Leorio will be coming back in future chapters after being absent for quite some time from the story. Also, another trial they will all have to face collectively is the new threat that has descended upon them as those beasts are still loose and out there. It's only going to start getting interesting from here.
If things pan out, chapter twenty six will be out well before the month is out.