A/N: Hello dear readers, I have come with yet, another installment. Of course, updates have been partially slow due to the many issues I face daily along with just how awfully busy I've become. However, I think I am slowly falling back into being able to churn out two chapters a month so, we just may see updates get back track. Also, it's hard to believe that as of this chapter release, it's been a year since RoF has been published. I must say, it's been a long road thus far and the journey is far from over. Still, I am thankful for all the support I've received along the way. Thank you to everyone who has continued following this fic despite the many bumps I've had to cross and your kindness is always appreciated. You guys are wonderful. :D As always, a huge thank you to Sweets Dreamer for her support and beta'ing of RoF's chapters.
Summary: After their arrival in the small village of Winden, Chrollo and Kurapika set about finding out what their next options are for continuing their journey back to Yorknew. Along the way, they meet some interesting people while also learning just how far one can go.
For a tired soul such as Chrollo, morning always seemed to come too soon for him.
With a groan, the older man sat up in the bed, instantly feeling a pang of regret that he did not opt to wear clothes before going to sleep. However, the sudden thought of Kurapika's nude form residing beneath the sheets while his hand ran over his lover's soft ass quickly abolished the notion. The room was chilly, and the idea of taking a cold shower bothered him, but at least for the moment, he had Kurapika's warmth to comfort him.
It took Chrollo some time to gather himself, the sleep dissipating from his mind before he became fully aware of their situation. With ample sunlight flooding the room instead of the glow generated from candles, it made him painfully aware of precisely what resided around them.
Pink. Everything was pink. Another groan escaped his throat when he realized that everything from the flowered wallpaper to the sheets they slept beneath was all adorned in pink. He wondered if it was because the innkeeper suspected they were a couple - which they were -, but neither of them was female. How the man concluded that either of them would have been interested in a room like this was beyond Chrollo's comprehension. He snorted at the idea as he climbed from the bed.
Ignoring its prominence was something Chrollo found difficult to do, but the older man was grateful when he noticed the bathroom at least wasn't coated in the garish color.
Chrollo wasted no time stepping into the old basin but shivered the moment the cold spray hit his back. Considering the fact there was barely any hot water, and that he wanted to scope the place out in hopes of securing transportation helped push him in washing as quickly as possible. It didn't take him long to finish, and the older man soon found himself standing back in the main room fully dressed as he checked the time on his phone.
Two minutes past seven.
His eyes then landed on Kurapika who was still asleep.
Moving to stand next his lover, Chrollo reached over to brush aside the hair that was covering the younger man's face and leaned down to place a kiss to his forehead. For a moment, he stood there admiring Kurapika and just how beautiful the Kurta looked while he slumbered. "I love you," Chrollo whispered, affirming just how much he liked saying it. To him, it wasn't just a declaration. Love was a confirmation that maybe his existence wasn't in vain.
After making the decision to go on ahead, the older man turned away from Kurapika long enough to scan the room and saw a notepad sitting on the desk across from him. Without hesitation, he went and retrieved it before going back to the side of the bed and sat down, then proceeded to write a message as his hand carded through Kurapika's soft hair. Once he finished, Chrollo placed the slip of paper upon the pillow he used the night before and sat the pen on top to ensure that it did not fly off.
Standing up, he then shrugged out of his coat and laid it over the sleeping Kurta before pressing one final kiss to the younger man's lips. Chrollo stepped away before allowing one last look over his shoulder at the one who finally managed to make him feel again, "See you downstairs," he uttered quietly and walked out the door.
Chrollo was slightly relieved once he stepped into the hallway and away from all the obnoxious pink, the mild blue that lined the corridor was a welcomed sight. A low drone of voices reverberated from the common room below and he descended the stairs to find it full of people from the village outside.
It was apparent Winden didn't see many visitors as he was able to tell by how the chatter died in the room the moment he entered. Although it resumed right after, he still received a lot of curious glances. Regardless, Chrollo sat down at a table near the loudest people in the room.
Before the older man had the chance to settle, a voice boomed from behind him, "Who are you boy?" Chrollo turned around with the brightest smile he could manage so early in the morning. It was best to act naive. Older people loved doling out advice.
He eyed the man before him as he kept up his facade, "My name is Quwrof. I arrived last night with my boyfriend." He lied, opting to use his alias while keeping his true identity a secret. Even though the village was remote and didn't see many outsiders, there was still that small chance someone even this far out may recognize him. Playing it safe was the best option.
The man pulled up a chair next to his table. He looked curious. It made Chrollo's heart sink. Meddlesome people meant more prying questions. "We don't get many travelers here in Winden." The man took a bite from his bread, "Business?"
Chrollo grinned sheepishly, though he kept a straight face. Mentally, the raven-head prepared for the onslaught of questions he was sure the other man was waiting to dole out, "No no, we got lost while trekking in the forest. My partner and I were seeking a place to find decent transportation. We are trying to get back to the Yorbia continent." For a moment, Chrollo leaned back in his chair, not sure exactly how the other man planned to process the information. Still, he and Kurapika needed to find the closest town or city that had an airport. Reaching Yorknew otherwise would be near impossible.
It didn't take long before the response came, but it wasn't quite what he expected, "That is quite far away," the man began, the inquisitive look on his features made Chrollo continue to exhibit caution, "and you won't be able to find any airships from here. However," the man paused before continuing, "we do have a train system that connects us to other neighboring towns and cities."
When Chrollo heard the mention of trains, his attention was instantly piqued. He had planned on trying to locate a car, but continuing by train was just as good. If it meant reaching the next closest location with an airport, Chrollo didn't care how they got there so long as it wasn't by foot. He would have settled on that recourse if it came down to it, but he wanted to avoid it if possible.
So he settled on continuing his conversation with the other man in hopes of acquiring more information about Winden and the surrounding area.
Warmth dusted over Kurapika's face as something bright caused a groan to escape past his lips, and he stirred before rising. As he did so, the younger man brought up an arm to shield his eyes from the offending sunlight, hissing in the process.
For moments he sat there while shaking the sleep from his mind then slowly allowed himself to see after finally adjusting to the brightness in the room. However, it didn't take Kurapika long to realize that the space beside him was empty.
Again, he groaned as the feeling of weight had caught his attention, and he looked down to realize that something ebony had slid off him and pooled at his waist — Chrollo's coat.
The article had nearly made him forget that his lover was not there, but the thought was fleeting. Even after his hand glossed over the fur lining, its softness feeling good against his skin, Kurapika couldn't quell the upset he felt and the fact that Chrollo had left without him.
As he started to push aside the covers and get up, something else caught his attention. There sitting on the pillow Chrollo had used the night before, was a note. Reaching over, he picked up the thin piece of paper and began reading the message which had been written in elegant handwriting.
"Good morning babe! I'll be in the dining hall. You can rest more if you want, but I doubt we will find a car here. See you soon!"
Kurapika sighed. So, Chrollo had gotten up earlier and didn't even bother to wake him before leaving him all alone within a cold and empty room? Damn him.
Granted he understood that he was tired - more like exhausted - and needed the rest, but the older man could have at least waited for him to awaken before deciding to go have to breakfast without him. Not to mention, he truly was cold.
Rising from the bed, he plodded toward the bathroom, decisively settling on taking a shower and getting dressed. Before he reached the smaller, adjacent room, Kurapika was made painfully aware of just what surrounded him.
Pink. Everything was pink.
Gods, what type of place was this? He understood his lover requested a room that would comfortably accommodate them, and indeed, it was one meant for couples, but did it need to be adorned in so much pink?
He found it offensive.
Shaking his head, Kurapika entered the bathroom and showered, relishing in the momentary reprieve of the cool water before washing himself up and exiting the basin to get dressed, choosing to wear a grey button-up shirt with tan shorts this time. After drying his hair and making sure he was presentable, Kurapika headed towards the door but stopped. He cast another glance towards the coat which still sat on the bed. Looking thoughtful, he went over and picked it up, tugging it on before leaving and going downstairs to the common room.
The drone of voices soon caught his ears as he reached the bottom of the stairs and found many patrons had filtered in for a morning meal or even a drink. As the people spoke among themselves, he scanned over the speckling of heads looking for a familiar crop of black hair when Kurapika finally located him sitting at a table while talking with someone. Without hesitation, he wove between the tables and came to stand beside his lover.
"Not surprising that I'd find you here." The Kurta interjected, arms over his chest, "Considering you left me by myself." Not waiting for an answer, he pulled one of the empty chairs from beneath the table and cast a sideways glance at the man who sat across from Chrollo before sitting. Kurapika's eyes then landed back on Chrollo, expression no less than furious. He may have been sullen, but to see that gorgeous face, it was no less than pleasing, and it partially quelled the rage within. Not to mention, his lover's coat was rather warm. "So," he began, watching his partner intently, "what is going on?"
"Honestly sir, we weren't aware that any trains ran through this area. A car seemed like the most logical choice but,-"
Whatever Chrollo wanted to say came to a halt as an all too familiar voice called to him, and he looked up to see Kurapika standing beside the table. With a frown adorning those peachy lips, furrowed eyebrows and arms crossed over his chest; the older man knew the blond was annoyed at him before he even spoke. His attention, however, focused on his lover's legs and Chrollo could hear himself swallow.
All rational thought evaporated from his mind as every ounce of attention remained on the length of creamy skin he was able to see from beneath the hem of his coat which Kurapika wore. Chrollo wondered if the younger man had even one stitch of clothing adorning his body beneath it. Since it was wound tightly around his lean frame, it was hard not to question.
Even so, Chrollo attempted to bring his words to the forefront despite the fact he could practically feel his heart rhythmically beating in his chest. "Nothing much," Chrollo began, his voice echoing in his ears and sounding dangerously close to being breathy as the words you are sexy seemed to play on a permanent loop in his mind, "This kind gentleman was about to tell me how we could reach the next closest town or city."
As the last word left his mouth, Chrollo sat back in his chair. It was plain to see Kurapika wasn't entirely pleased with him and to a fault, he partially regretted his decision to leave the blond behind. Once again he unwillingly - or was it willingly? - sparked his lover's ire, and Chrollo silently vowed he would make it up to Kurapika.
"So this is your boyfriend?" The old man sitting next to Chrollo smiled and offered his hand to shake Kurapika's. "Pleased to meet you young 'un. I'm Darve."
Chrollo's eyes were still fixed on the blond's legs although the grizzled old man continued talking. His uttered "Yeah" definitely sounded quite breathy to his ears. Attempting to get a grip on himself, Chrollo turned his attention back towards the other man.
For undetermined moments, Kurapika watched Chrollo with significant interest, those blue eyes almost scrutinizing the older man as he sat down next to him at the worn table.
He wasn't entirely pleased as it seemed his lover was avoiding the fact that he was upset for being left alone this morning. It was evident in the older man's expression, but instead of pressing the issue, Kurapika simply tilted his head at Chrollo´s response, and his eyes drifted back towards the grizzled old man who sat across from them.
"Is that so?" The younger man began as he reached over to take the offered hand, "My name is Kurapika. Indeed we have been traveling the countryside in hopes of finding the next major city on the Mimbo. We are trying to get back to Yorknew."
Releasing the man's hand, Kurapika turned his head briefly as the innkeeper came to stand beside him and asked if he wanted anything to drink or eat. After ordering eggs and oatmeal with juice, the Kurta let his focus return to the older man as the conversation fell into general chatter about politics and local news.
For some time, Chrollo sat there listening to the elderly man droll on, and he struggled to keep his gaze from shifting back to Kurapika's bare legs. He finally settled on acquiring the information he initially went to the inn's common room for, "You were talking about trains, sir, which is the closest city that has an airport?" The raven-head asked.
Darve came to a grinding halt mid-sentence in his chatter about the local economy and made a weird sound at the back of his throat before answering. "Oh, that would be Falton! Most of our boys moved there for more money!" And with that, Chrollo found himself listening to a discourse on how big cities were taking labor away from the small villages like Winden.
Chrollo couldn't blame himself for slipping his hand beneath the table to rest it on Kurapika's thigh under the pretense that he was reaching for his handkerchief. He was bored and turned on.
"...and will you believe it when my son…" Darve's voice droned on as Chrollo continued moving upwards and before long, he was gently stroking the blond's crotch. Catching himself before he went any further, Chrollo placed his hand back on the table and let a thoughtful expression cross his face before commenting on how sad capitalism was as one of his legs pressed against Kurapika's own.
Chrollo wished his knee was pressing against the blond's groin instead. The thought of watching Kurapika blush again as he stroked the younger man off pleased him immensely. Chrollo wanted nothing more than to take his lover back to their room.
About halfway through Darve's story regarding his son and a rather funny event, the innkeeper returned with Kurapika's food. As he began to eat while listening to the old man, he felt something against his leg and quickly cast a questioning glance Chrollo´s way.
Still, he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran up his spine as a result. The sensation of his lover's hand contacting his skin felt good even though he was slightly appalled the older man would have the brass to stroke him beneath the table. What made it even more perturbing was the moment Chrollo's hand glided up and over the surface of his crotch! Kurapika had to stop chewing his food and bite his lip to keep himself from making any embarrassing noises. Once the Kurta was able to swallow - albeit done sharply - he turned to glare at his lover, eyes flashing a sudden red edged in warning.
Damn the bastard for taking unnecessary risks.
It wasn't until the raven-head had put that invasive hand back on the table did he relax.Or try to.
Still, concentrating on his food or the speech coming from the man across from them was so damn difficult while Chrollo insisted on pressing one of his legs against his own, the warmth, and contact was enough to make heat slowly climb up to his cheeks while it also pooled into his groin.
Instinctively, he nudged Chrollo's knee and none too gently, giving the subliminal message that he did not want to do things of that kind of nature while in public. And around strangers of all things!
Kurapika silently vowed to chastise Chrollo later.
However, a grin only spread across the older man's face at seeing the reaction he incited from the blond Kurta, and he shifted to press his knee even more against his lover's leg in hopes of driving the sensation although Kurapika pushed it away out of irritation earlier. Chrollo could hear a grunt release from the younger man's throat as a result, and the urge to take him back to their room grew even stronger. It was hard resisting as desire wavered in the back of his mind, but he stopped when suddenly another thought came to the forefront.
The Genei Ryodan were waiting for him.
As the notion of his comrades reminded him of the reason why they were in Winden, it made Chrollo stand up. The action was abrupt enough to cause the rambling old man at the table to come to a halt in the middle of his verbal onslaught. Chrollo tried his best to make his smile look as apologetic as possible.
"I am sorry Mr. Darve, it's urgent we secure a flight back to Yorknew. Do you know how expensive tickets are? We need to reach Falton as soon as possible." Judging by Darve's expression, he was about to launch into another tirade about the sky-high prices of tickets, so Chrollo quickly added, "Which way to the station?" When he got the necessary directions, Chrollo warmly shook the man's hand. "Then may we take our leave, sir?"
Kurapika mirrored his lover's movement and rose himself. "He's right, sir. We do have to get going. But your hospitality is greatly appreciated." He intoned but allowed his gratitude to show. To him, it was shocking to see Chrollo exhibit such politeness, but the thought of his lover maintaining such etiquette as a farce only reminded him of exactly who his lover was. Then again, for a thief such as Chrollo, it was nice to see the changes, nonetheless.
Although Kurapika wanted to take his time, there was still the necessity of getting back to Yorknew. The longer they waited, the chances for those melanoid beasts to become an even bigger threat only grew. It was something that weighed heavily on his mind.
Unfortunately, time was of the essence, and Chrollo was right. There was no room for them to linger.
The elderly gentleman looked disappointed by their urgency to leave, but there was an understanding to his demeanor. A gentle smile crossed over his weathered lips, "Of course son!" The man boomed, "I know you tourists don't come back to the same place twice, but I hope we meet again. I like you both! It's hard to find young people who are so polite!"
"Thank you," Chrollo grinned. "We do like this place sir, especially the forest. We most certainly will come back." He realized that it was probably the most honest thing he had said to the man and it made him grin even more. Offering his arm to Kurapika, Chrollo asked, "Shall we go love?"
Casting a glance sideways towards Chrollo, the Kurta looked a bit miffed at the proffered arm but took it anyway. "No time like the present." He simply responded as he grasped it firmly, his fingers pressing against the older man's skin. "We need to get back to the Yorbia continent as soon as possible." Kurapika continued, just as keen to get moving.
Both of them said nothing as they exited the common room and made their way back upstairs. Silence had descended around them, and Kurapika was sure Chrollo could feel the tension in the air between them judging from the older man's rigid posture. But he was livid. Well, as livid he could be without practically setting everything ablaze around him. Unconsciously, Kurapika tightened his grip on his lover's arm as he held onto it, though he did so with more force than intended. Once they reached the sanctity of their room - which was still offensively pink - it was then Kurapika rounded on him, blue eyes landing on grey.
"What was that all about?" Kurapika questioned, though his tone was anything but soft. He was still angry about what happened earlier that morning, but how Chrollo was acting while they were around all those people most certainly did not help things.
Chrollo could tell that Kurapika wanted to kill him, it was evident in the blond's pretty blue eyes. One thing he had learned was how easy it was to spark the younger man's ire. The notion was something that never stopped him in the past, but this time, however, Chrollo suspected he may have gone too far.
"I am sorry." The words exited his mouth, and even Chrollo was surprised at himself. In retrospect, he never felt sorry for much he did in his life, but when it came down to Kurapika, it was an entirely different matter. "I am sorry." He repeated when those cold eyes locked into him, and he realized he hadn't allowed his lover to finish his meal. "I promise I will get you more food."
Reaching out with his hand, Chrollo laid his palm against Kurapika's cheek and hoped the gesture would be enough to appease his partner while his eyes softened to express how apologetic he was. He wrapped his arms around the Kurta and leaned down to place a gentle, chaste kiss to the younger man's lips.
For Kurapika, even though Chrollo's touches always seemed to quell his inner storm, it didn't change the fact that he was still upset with his lover's aberrant behavior. "There is no doubt you will be getting me another meal," he began, arms crossing over his chest, "but that isn't the reason why I am upset." He watched Chrollo intently, the heat in his gaze spoke of nothing to the contrary of exactly why he was upset. Kurapika half expected the older man to know, but it seemed he was somehow under the impression it was because he didn't get to finish his breakfast. "I woke up this morning to find you gone. Left alone in a cold bed. That is why I am upset."
Letting a sigh emanate past his lips, Kurapika closed his eyes momentarily as Chrollo's palm cupped his cheek and he leaned into the touch. Remaining angry with Chrollo was nearly impossible, especially since he had allowed himself to grow close to the older man. The absence of his lover beside him wasn't something Kurapika enjoyed waking up to but continuing to hamper him over it-
The gentle kiss Chrollo placed to his pale lips was enough to ease the tension and cease his thoughts, but he was still prepared to let the older man know how he felt. Finding the will to suppress the soft groan that echoed from his throat as those arms wound tightly around him was something Kurapika found an inability to do. Or perhaps, he didn't want to.
It was clear Kurapika was still angry even though his attempts to calm the younger man were only partially successful. In the back of his mind, Chrollo suspected the main reason his lover was angry with him was due to the fact he rushed Kurapika through his meal. However, the notion that his lover's source of anger was because he left the blond alone in the bed and only wrote a note as an indication of where he was going hadn't crossed his mind. Or perhaps he did know, but never really kept it at the forefront of his thoughts. Now, he regretted his decision.
Chrollo sighed, "I didn't think you would mind," he began and tightened his grip around Kurapika's waist, "since I knew you needed rest. However, I was mistaken." In reality, he wasn't too keen on leaving the comfort of the bed and the warmth of the younger man's body, but they needed information and maximizing their time seemed necessary. They had to reach Falton as getting back to Yorknew was important. Even if the decision was made to benefit them both, it seemed he made a grievous error, "I figured it would be prudent to gather information quickly since we need to reconvene with the Genei Ryodan." He paused, drawing in a breath, "Again, I am sorry my love, forgive me for my lack of thoughtfulness."
Shock crawled over Kurapika's features, and he found it almost impossible to believe what he just heard. Of course, he knew it wasn't entirely beyond Chrollo's ability to be understanding and compassionate, but to see it happen almost naturally caught him off guard. Gently, the blond placed a finger to his lover's lips, his expression firm, yet loving, "Don't leave me alone like that again. I am not keen on finding the bed empty beside me," Kurapika intoned as his finger rubbed slowly over them, "as I enjoy waking up with you next to me."
Hearing the Kurta's statement regardless of what happened caused a smile to crawl over Chrollo's lips. So, Kurapika enjoyed sleeping beside him? Knowing just how addicted to him the blond was pleased him even more. Keeping Kurapika happy, and giving the younger man every reason in the world to remain with him was something that Chrollo wanted to continue fostering, for his lover meant everything to him. Nodding, he lingered a moment longer, gazing into those blue eyes as he stayed close to his precious blond Kurta.
Kurapika smelled so good.
Reluctantly, Chrollo pulled away, "Don't worry, I won't. Promise." He reassured and looked over at the old clock that sat on the dresser. It showed 9:15. Once again, his attention drew back to Kurapika, "Would you please pack the bags? I'll go and check the train timetable." He smiled and headed towards the door. "See you soon my angel." To keep going with the ridiculous atmosphere around them, he blew a kiss towards Kurapika before heading out of the room and towards the train station.
Satisfied with Chrollo's statement, Kurapika watched the older man step away and headed for the door. He nodded in agreement to get their belongings ready for departure as they needed to leave and soon.
As Chrollo exited their room - and damn him for blowing a kiss, which made him flush - Kurapika settled to getting everything ready. After checking his suitcase and making sure the Scarlet Eyes they acquired were secure, he then made sure everything his lover was toting was also safe,including the pairs of eyes Chrollo was carrying.
Once he was sure everything was accounted for, Kurapika placed their luggage by the door so that Chrollo could stow them away in the Fun Fun Cloth he always carried. Of course, Kurapika was still getting accustomed to the idea of using stolen abilities. His lover was a thief by nature, and his Hatsu centered around that. It was something entirely new to him as it went against the majority of his principals. But then again, Kurapika had set aside those moralities when he made the decision to give his heart to Chrollo and accepted the older man into his life. It was taking some time getting used to, but he was slowly warming up to the idea.
Committing to life as a criminal was ironic, but he wasn't about to change a thing.
Kurapika then decided to sit down and read for a while, figuring it would occupy him as the room was quiet.
He missed Chrollo already.
The innkeeper was sweeping the front stoop outside the inn as the raven-head went past him. Now that it was daylight, Chrollo could see the man looked extremely pale, almost as if he were malnourished. With prominent eye bags and a frail figure, he appeared as if he were nearing his eighties. He glanced at Chrollo for a split second before resuming his task.
Now outside the small inn, the raven-head could see that Winden was a small village. Judging by the stacks of firewood kept near the door of every house, it was probably the primary source of business. The village proper wasn't as rustic as its outskirts (He could see the branch of a famous fast food chain). Maybe Winden was popular with tourists? It would explain the rail track.
Chrollo didn't even have to ask for directions to the station. There was a building which looked like it used to be a church where on the walls 'Winden station' was proclaimed. It took him around three minutes to get there. The information desk was a little farther away from the entrance. The station was mostly empty from what he could see.
A young woman was sitting at the desk who looked very surprised to see him, almost as if she didn't see many people around. She told him there would be a train leaving for Falton at 4 PM. It should reach their destination around evening time the next day.
He purchased the necessary tickets and proceeded to make his way back to the inn where he and Kurapika were staying. It took Chrollo longer to get back then expected as he decided to take a detour through Winden's marketplace, where stalls were set up exhibiting all types of merchandise. Hawkers yelled through the crowd announcing their wares as the flow of patrons both tourists and natives alike were busy examining what there was to offer. For Chrollo, the nature of who he was had gotten the better of him, and he began snatching up anything that caught his eye. The thrill it produced gave Chrollo a semblance of satisfaction, though he did mentally remind himself not to tell Kurapika as he was sure the blond would get flustered if he found out.
Without wasting any more time, the older man exited through the main thoroughfare and headed towards the inn without any further delays.
Once he was standing outside the entrance to their room, Chrollo double checked to make sure that everything he snatched from the market place was concealed, then made sure the tickets he purchased for their train ride to Falton was secure in his pocket. Pushing the door open, Chrollo strode through and yelled, "I'm back!" before proceeding to sit on the couch.
After about two hours, he heard a voice boom throughout the room, and Kurapika looked up from the book he had been reading - which was the one Chrollo had given him - before setting it aside.
"Took you long enough." He mused as Chrollo sat down on the couch adjacent to the chair he was sitting in. Without thinking, he rose up to sit beside his lover, head coming to rest against his shoulder, "Was beginning to think I'd have to go after you." Kurapika was sure the smug look that crossed over Chrollo's features was as mocking as ever. Sometimes he wanted to punch the man, but he loved Chrollo nonetheless. "So when is the next train leaving for Falton?" Kurapika questioned, right hand coming to rest on Chrollo's knee.
Chrollo grinned and buried his nose into Kurapika's golden hair. His arm slipped around his lover, and his fingers stroked along the younger man's side. It seemed the Kurta had calmed down a little. However, the older man didn't think it was wise to test his luck so soon.
"Yeah, I took a longer path through the village. It has a nice market." He straightened up to look at Kurapika's face. Despite the strong urge to pull the younger man up on his lap, he made no further motion to move. "I brought you another meal," Chrollo added, conjuring his Skill Hunter to get out his Fun Fun cloth. "Also, the next train leaves at 4 pm today. I already bought our tickets."
After he extracted the food from Fun Fun cloth, he placed it on the small table.
Sighing, Kurapika shivered when he felt Chrollo's arm come around him and those fingers slowly trekking along his side as they rubbed his skin through the fabric of his shirt. The act seemed to quickly - but effectively - quell his raging emotions, and Kurapika slipped into a more calm state with a sigh. How Chrollo was able to do it was something he still could not understand. Maybe he never would.
Though once the older man began to speak, it was then everything became clear. He no longer wondered why his lover had taken so much time getting back to the inn. The idea that Chrollo took the 'scenic route' right through Winden's marketplace only made Kurapika suspect the trip wasn't for just simple window shopping. How much the older man more than likely stole Kurapika could only wonder.
However, before he could question the older man on it, Chrollo materialized his Nen book into his right hand before invoking Fun Fun Cloth and produced the meal that he demanded his lover needed to buy.
The thought of Chrollo actually 'buying' it made the blond snort.
He was in love with a criminal, so, the older man stealing things should come as no surprise to him.
Chrollo's smile broadened, and he leaned over to press a kiss to Kurapika's shoulder before standing up to stow away their luggage inside his handy ability. Sometimes, he wondered how he had managed to live without Nen. It was such a beautiful expression of power that many believed was only supernatural and had become as important to Chrollo as the air he breathed. The thought had been a bitter reminder that he had once lost temporarily use of his Nen, but Chrollo had no regrets.
Humble, he might not be, but Kurapika had certainly whipped him into shape after their very first meeting.
Kurapika watched as Chrollo pulled away from him and stood, the older man setting about getting the rest of their luggage secure for their departure. Taking the food without a word, he proceeded to eat while his lover worked. In truth, Chrollo had a rather valuable set of Nen abilities although they were all stolen. But again, Kurapika couldn't complain. Little by little, he was finding that he was less and less angry with his lover's illegal acts.
Hell, he even agreed - and looked forward - to joining Chrollo's spiders, which in the long run, made him a criminal just as much as Chrollo was. In spite of his nagging morals, Kurapika simply frowned but settled on not questioning his lover on it.
Once he satisfied everything was stowed away, inside Fun Fun cloth, Chrollo went back to sit beside Kurapika on the sofa once more. Resting his head on the Kurta's shoulder, the white fur lining of his coat tickled his nostril, and Chrollo muttered, "You are irresistible when you wear this." He watched Kurapika for a moment; the look in those pretty blue eyes always captivated him, "Can you blame me?"
His right arm snaked around Kurapika's waist which allowed him to gently stroke the younger man's stomach. Chrollo couldn't touch any skin, but he made do with the barely visible shiver Kurapika made. Lifting his head to look at his lover's angelic countenance, the beauty Kurapika held always seemed to attract him and take his breath away.
After Kurapika finished his meal, the couch dipped beside him as Chrollo sat down once more. It didn't take long before he felt the older man's head come to rest on his shoulder and the sound of Chrollo's voice drawing his attention.
Kurapika had nearly forgotten he was wearing Chrollo's coat still.
It was so soft and comfortable. Kurapika had quickly gotten used to it, though hearing his lover's compliment only made him flush instantly.
"Stop doing that," Kurapika spoke finally, just above a whisper, his cheeks flaring red. Chrollo always seemed to know how to make him smile. Even as he felt the man's arm come around him, that hand coasting over his stomach, Kurapika couldn't find any reason to be angry with him. Chrollo was turning out to be the love of his life. It didn't take long before a smile crossed over pale lips, "I suppose I can't. There is just no way I can stay mad at you."
Seeing the blush cross his lover's visage and hearing those words made Chrollo grin and he swiftly kissed the Kurta again, the taste of spice and forest making him feel heady and weak. It was a dangerous feeling but, he had always liked danger.
Slowly, he pushed Kurapika down on the sofa, lips refusing to leave his. Chrollo's arms held the younger man tightly pressed against him, letting Kurapika know exactly how he felt.
The moment the words left his mouth, Chrollo's lips were over his, drawing him into a deep kiss which Kurapika readily accepted and allowed the older man to explore his mouth as he was pushed down against the couch. If this was what heaven was like, Kurapika thought, he never wanted to let go.
Being like this with Chrollo made Kurapika realize just how happy he was. It made him feel alive.
As Kurapika melded into the kiss and parted those lips which allowed him to explore that delectable mouth, Chrollo found himself falling into the heat of the moment. Everything seemed perfect, the way their lips moved against one another, the synchronization of their breathing, his lover's taste as he tried to memorize Kurapika all over again, Chrollo never wanted it to end.
However, a knock at the door disrupted their heated activity.
They both looked at each other then Kurapika instantly unwound his arms from his lover's back, allowing the older man to get up.
Chrollo groaned and hurriedly got off Kurapika, hoping that his erection wasn't too visible through his pants. Blue eyes watched him as he rushed for the door, both of them realizing the innkeeper had paid them visit once Chrollo opened it. Kurapika could only laugh at the frustration painted all over Chrollo's face. It was bothersome their private moment had been interrupted, but it wasn't as if the man knew.
The innkeeper stood there, dustpan and broom in hand, "I heard you gentlemen are leaving today," he started in a wheezing voice, "would you like me to pack your lunch?"
Chrollo smiled at him while irritation prickled his skin. "That would be lovely sir," he replied. The elderly man simply nodded before going off towards the stairs. Chrollo turned and proceeded to close the door. Checking his watch, he noted it was ten minutes past ten. The older man sighed in exasperation.
Kurapika couldn't help the amusement that crawled into his voice, "Don't worry, I hate it as much as you, but perhaps it's a sign we need to get moving." Rising off the couch, he went to stand beside his lover, fingers twining with the older man's, "Besides, we will eventually get time to ourselves. One thing we have is a lifetime ahead of us."
Smiling, the Kurta tried to soothe the older man through reassurance. It was plain to tell Chrollo was upset by what happened; even he wasn't happy by that fact, but in retrospect, they didn't have the time to linger.
Nodding in response, Chrollo leaned down and gave his lover a quick kiss to the lips. Even though he was keen on continuing what they had started, he knew Kurapika was right. The necessity to reach Yorknew was imperative and continuing to delay would only serve as counterproductive. Besides, he needed to reconvene with his Spiders and tell them of the news regarding him and Kurapika.
Without another word, they finished making preparations. After exiting the room for the last time, Chrollo led Kurapika towards the common room where the innkeeper was waiting for them by the door. After spending some time drawing up the cost of their stay, Chrollo handed the elderly man the required Jenny, and they both left the inn.
There was a small crowd milling about the dirt-paved roads of Winden as people went on with their daily lives. Getting through the crowd was simple as it wasn't crowded like other locations such as Yorknew or Nappon, which made it easier to navigate. Chrollo guided his lover through the village's marketplace as he wished to view it one last time. He had taken a liking to the place, and it had a charm of its own with its crumbling stone structures and green foliage surrounding the path they walked along.
In the back of his mind, Chrollo silently hoped those beasts didn't reach it before they had a chance to dispatch them.
The trek through the marketplace didn't take long even though Chrollo had gone at a bit of a slower pace. Resisting the urge to snatch anything was hard, mainly because Kurapika was with him, but he didn't want to upset the younger man. He knew his lover still clung to some of his abiding morals, but forcing Kurapika to change without allowing it to happen on its own would only serve to violate the trust he had built with the Kurta.
Ruining that and potentially everything they had forged together was something Chrollo didn't want to happen.
A short time later they arrived at the station, and surprise crossed over Chrollo's features. There was only one train present. However, not many people appeared to be traveling. Since there were so few boarding the train, Chrollo supposed that he and Kurapika might get a cabin to themselves.
Glancing over to the blond who stood beside him, Chrollo pulled the tickets from the pocket of his pants and handed one to Kurapika.
"I'll go find our compartment," The blond spoke in a soft tone as he took the ticket then climbed up into the train. Chrollo, on the other hand, had sauntered off to do something, which left him to find their seats.
It only took a few minutes, but the trek to their compartment annoyed him as it was nearly at the end of the line in practically the last car. Kurapika cast a fleeting glance around him then entered, but neglected to close the door behind himself.
Sitting down, Kurapika sighed. His body was weary from traveling, but it wouldn't be long before they reached Falton. Once it was all over, he would be sure to sleep for a week.
And I can finally wrap myself around Chrollo's warm body, Kurapika thought mischievously, silently planning on dragging his lover to bed with him in the process. Kurapika was aware that he needed rest, but that didn't mean he intended to sleep alone.
While he sat there, Kurapika found it hard to keep from slumping over as he caught himself nodding off several times while he waited for his lover's return. At one point the blond was certain he wouldn't be able to keep himself awake.
However, the sound of the compartment door closing jarred him awake, and Kurapika's eyes instantly found Chrollo standing there carrying two bottles of water as he was pulling the curtains over the window. The older man sat down beside him without saying a word and stowed the drinks away for them to consume later. Kurapika could see the weariness in his lover's eyes. It was the same thing he felt. They were both worn, which was evident.
Neither of them said anything for some time, and Chrollo could feel how tired he was practically down to his bones. The effects of their journey had started getting to him, and hey earned to return home. Looking down at his watch again, he noted there were thirty minutes left before the train was scheduled to depart. Chrollo felt boredom begin to set in.
Turning to face Kurapika, he realized the Kurta looked just as tired as he felt. He moved a little to get closer to the blond, laying his head on the younger man's small shoulder. "You look tense," Chrollo commented. The raven-head stretched his arms a little and yawned. "Would you like a massage?" he questioned, a smile crossing his lips.
The sensation of his lover's head coming against his shoulder drew Kurapika's attention from watching the people moving about on the train platform, his eyes landing upon the raven-head and the older man appeared more serene than he remembered. Silence resumed between them, and for a moment, Kurapika relished in the contact.
His smile only widened when Chrollo had suggested the one thing he had missed for so long. Of course, he wasn't going to complain as he knew his body was feeling the effects of strain and from their current expedition, so the older man offering to massage him was a welcomed gesture. "Yes, that would be nice." The Kurta purred.
The last memory he had of Chrollo giving him such attention was back when they were in Bathas where everything started to change between them.
To experience it again, regardless if it could have been considered simplistic was something that Kurapika truly craved. Perhaps it was an excuse to get the older man's hands on him, but in any regard, if it helped him relax, then there wasn't any reason to refute the offer.
Gently, Chrollo pulled the younger man into his lap and wasted no time nuzzling his soft neck, loving the scent of lavender and musk that hit his nose. Smelling himself on Kurapika always had a possessive effect on him. This time was no different, and he bit the side of his lover's neck to emphasize that particular sentiment.
"Why don't you take off the coat? It will be easier for me." He whispered into the blond's ear as the palm of his hand came to rest against the fur lining the collar, his fingers slipping beneath the hem with ease. Tugging on it slightly, Chrollo hinted that he needed it removed so he could massage the Kurta's muscles effectively, but it was also a subliminal message saying he just wanted to see Kurapika without much on.
There was no denying just how beautiful the younger man was and Chrollo hated it when he covered up that luscious body. Kurapika was indeed,pleasant to look at.
Without expressing any complaint, Kurapika let himself be pulled into the older man's lap and instantly, warmth bloomed against his back. Chrollo's nose came against his neck moments later, and Kurapika felt his lover's breath on his skin. It was hard to fight back the breathy moan that formed in the back of his throat, but it ended up being a futile attempt when his lover bit down along the pulse in his neck.
It took a moment for Kurapika to regain his senses, but once he did, the blond slipped the coat off at Chrollo's request and set it down beside them, humming at how good, and sensual the closeness felt.
Kurapika laid back against Chrollo's firm chest as his head came to rest against the man's shoulder. Closing his eyes, he relished the contact they shared as it slowly made him relax.
Taking Kurapika's actions as a sign of approval, Chrollo started with kneading the strong and tense muscles of the Kurta's back. He worked steadily, and by the time he finished rubbing the younger man's shoulders, their train had left Winden station behind.
During his ministrations, Chrollo began to pepper Kurapika's back with kisses. It was quite difficult to pull the younger man's earlobe with his teeth in their current position, so he settled for the crystal drop earring instead, fingers now slipping beneath his lover's clothing.
It was frustrating him that he couldn't explore more of that soft skin. Gently, he shifted Kurapika onto the seat beside him then captured the younger man's lips, almost shoving his tongue inside, the kiss too bruising to give anything but pleasure. At least he could work open the stupid buttons on that shirt now. His other hand stroked Kurapika's thigh,dangerously close to his groin and Chrollo didn't want to think anymore.
He hoped there would be no end to his addiction.
Hours had passed since Chrollo started working over the tired muscles in his back and shoulders while those soft, attentive lips trailed kisses in his wake. Chrollo's teeth grazed over his neck in the process, following the expanse of his skin and it was all Kurapika could do to hold on as he gasped in pure ecstasy.
The blond easily became lost in the moment, his mind hazing as all he could focus on was Chrollo touching him. When the older man had taken his earring between his teeth, Kurapika nearly lost it. Another soft groan escaped the depths of his throat.
When he felt Chrollo's hands slip beneath his shirt and over his sides, the sensation caused his body to react almost unconsciously as a shiver ran up his spine.
"Fuck..." He uttered and realized he was becoming aroused. All Kurapika could think of was how much he wanted those hands on him, touching him, caressing him, and making him high.
That sentiment never changed when the next thing Kurapika knew, he was being pushed down as Chrollo got on top of him, those lips now desperately and hungrily capturing his own. Kurapika's mind practically went blank the moment he accepted the kiss with equal fervor, letting the older man explore the inside of his mouth. Their tongues instantly wound around one another, tangling and twisting as they battled relentlessly for dominance.
Chrollo stroking his thigh didn't help any; Kurapika's hips mindlessly cast upward, almost begging for those fingers to slip even closer. The result only left the Kurta realizing his pants were starting to become constrictive.
"Dammit." He uttered again - Kurapika most certainly didn't need a hard-on. Not now at least, but there was no doubt he was being stimulated, and slowly his eyes turned into their brilliant scarlet.
Chrollo smirked when he heard Kurapika's expletive and pulled back to work on getting the last of those infernal buttons undone on the younger man's top. His lover had an undershirt on as well, but Chrollo could still see the healing bruises his teeth had caused.
He wanted Kurapika so goddamn bad.
The instinct only grew, and Chrollo pressed his hips against Kurapika's, silently studying the contrast of golden strands on dark ink. He let his fingers roam the younger man's chest over the thin white piece of clothing, teasing the nipples and softly tracing the clavicle.
"There is no one else in the compartment with us you know," Chrollo winked, thoroughly pleased with himself and their situation. "We won't be disturbed," he added while his fingers now slipped beneath the waistband of Kurapika's shorts.
Scarlet eyes found grey ones when Chrollo pulled back long enough to remove the last of the buttons on his shirt and Kurapika was unable to hold back the moan that rumbled in the back of his throat when those hands stroked over his chest.
The weight of Chrollo's hips pressing down against his own seemed to fuel his drive. Maybe the older man liked assuming control, but so did Kurapika.
Even though Kurapika wanted Chrollo to take him, to feel his lover inside him and experience the sensation of being filled, because dammit, the older man wasbig, there was still the aspect they weren't completely alone.
Despite the prospect of them being left undisturbed since no one else shared the compartment with them didn't completely alleviate Kurapika's concern. There was still that chance someone could interrupt them, or worse,walk in on them.
"How can you be so sure?" Kurapika questioned, his breathing ragged. The sensation of Chrollo's hands sliding beneath the waistband of his shorts only added to the hesitation he felt, "What if someone were to come back here while checking on the passengers? There is still that possibility."
The blond wasn't enthralled with the notion as Chrollo had successfully gotten him hot and bothered, but the thought of someone catching them in their private activities made him groan inwardly. Kurapika didn't like the idea, nor was he keen on anyone watching them having sex.
Perhaps he wasn't a prude like he may have once been, but Kurapika still considered matters of intimacy a private thing experienced between couples only and he most certainly intended to keep it that way with him and Chrollo.
Once they got back home though, he could make sure they had plenty of time alone to explore one another and partake in lovemaking to their heart's content.
"Don't worry about other people babe," Chrollo whispered, his fingers still roaming over the Kurta's lithe body, "I can take care of it." Regardless of Kurapika's outward profession and reluctance, believing him was hard. Especially considering the way his lover ground against him without much hesitation. He bent down to kiss Kurapika once more as his arms wrapped around the Kurta to pull him closer. Slowly his tongue explored that sweet mouth which allowed him to memorize the younger man's taste all over again. His teeth raked over Kurapika's bottom lip when he finally pulled away, "I find it exciting too," Chrollo added while his finger moved to trace over the purple mark below the blond's clavicle.
Lifting away, he sat back then drew Kurapika gingerly into his lap as he altered their positions, causing the blond to straddle him. Smiling, Chrollo Inclined forward, and trailed his lips along the skin on Kurapika's shoulder before nipping at it, his tongue darting out to lap over the spot right after. Breathing in slowly, he inhaled the younger man's scent and let it invigorate him before licking a path along the expanse of the Kurta's neck before biting down gently above the previously healing hickey. Sighing, Chrollo licked that spot as well then buried his nose there as he went still, staying in that position without moving.
He remained like that for a while, the gentle rumbling of the train and their soft breathing the only things he could feel. The cabin eventually darkened, and Chrollo was sure they would have been able to see the sunset if he pushed back the curtains.
When the last rays had faded beneath the horizon as day bled into night did Chrollo move, his eyes finding Kurapika's own after lifting his head. He watched those gorgeous scarlets which seemed to glow beneath the fading light and dipped to leave a peck to the younger man's lips, "Besides, what shall you reward me with if I were to stop now, babe?" Chrollo questioned slyly.
It was almost impossible to believe the words that slipped from the older man's lips, but Kurapika still couldn't fathom how Chrollo was able to remain nonchalant. Still, his lover had to persist in getting him aroused despite the situation, and it was something that had sparked Kurapika's reluctance, but also his irritation. The feeling of being torn between want and need, hunger and hesitation only made him hate it even more.
He couldn't suppress the gasp that soon escaped past his lips as Chrollo's fingers continued to explore over the planes of his taut body, "Overconfident bastard. Why shouldn't I?" Kurapika instantly questioned, his eyebrow raised at the older man's sudden profession. He wondered what made his lover believe he should not be concerned if other people discovered them partaking in wanton acts. Especially when Chrollo boldly claimed he would 'take care of it.' It made Kurapika suspicious. "It's still too much of a risk."
However, the feeling of warm lips over his instantly silenced his ruminative thoughts as Chrollo drew him into a slow, tantalizing kiss. The instinct to part them clouded over Kurapika's mind in the very moment he felt the older man's tongue slip inside his mouth as his own darted out to meet it, the two appendages twining around one another. They lingered like that for some time before Chrollo pulled away, the man's teeth tugging at his bottom lip in the process. The Kurta reopened his eyes when he felt his lover's fingers draw over the marks on his chest, "You're unbelievable, you know that?" He uttered, voice raspy.
Though Kurapika wasn't surprised, for Chrollo was one seemed to hold no consideration for keeping things private, and the lack of shame or restraint left the Kurta believing in his dubiety.
There was no denying that he wanted Chrollo - the sensation of allure continued to waver through him, the older man's touch alone causing his skin to tingle. Kurapika easily leaned into it, even when that mouth found its way to his shoulder which quickly invoked him to shiver. Gods how he loved the way Chrollo's hands swept over his body, the sensation it produced contested easily with his hesitancy.
For a moment, Kurapika nearly caved when that tongue drew along his neck, and every nerve in his body came alight with need. Chrollo's teeth raked over his skin, and once those lips reached the mark that adorned the area just over his pulse, he bit down to leave a new one. Kurapika hissed and could feel his pants become tighter as the blood rushed to his groin, making him even harder.
Silently, he cursed Chrollo for doing this to him.
They stilled for a while afterward as the ambient sounds of their heartbeats, breathing, and the sound of the train rumbling were the only things heard. Kurapika's chest tightened as he was reminded of why he loved Chrollo. The man knew how to entice him. Soon, his lover pulled back and that trademark smirk which Kurapika was all too familiar with crossed over those firm lips.
He looked into those grey eyes, the same ones he admired so much, and it was in that moment Kurapika almost conceded.
However, the expectancy of a reward made the Kurta snort, and without responding, he quietly clambered off the older man's lap, arms crossing over his chest, "How about I make you find out, then?" Kurapika suggested as the sarcasm was evident in his voice. He couldn't stop a smug grin from accenting his lips.
What Kurapika didn't anticipate was Chrollo's reaction to his craftiness.
Their eyes locked as they stared at each other for some time, the astoundment Kurapika saw upon Chrollo's features soon bled into displeasure. Even then, the blond couldn't keep the smirk from remaining on his lips. Kurapika backed up a few more steps for good measure, his movements fluid as his gait was even more calculated and the blond never let his gaze waver from his lover's own.
However, it wasn't enough. Without any warning, Chrollo narrowed his eyes and immediately got up to close the gap between them. The older man's arm caught him around the waist.
"I don't think I asked you to move love," he said before pushing Kurapika against the sliding panel locking their cabin. He all but shoved his tongue inside that warm mouth as one of his hands swiftly pulled up the Kurta's right leg to make sure it wrapped around his waist. Chrollo could feel Kurapika reacting to him, and it made him smile. "Also, I don't like being kept in the dark either," he added and proceeded to lick the blond's neck. "Especially when it's of such a tempting nature."
His other hand roamed everywhere. From caressing the Kurta's neck to cupping his ass, it was almost as if Chrollo could not decide where he wanted it to settle. Finally, it came to rest right between the younger man's legs, and Chrollo leaned back enough so he could grin impishly at his lover. Slowly, he palmed Kurapika over the thin garment intent on wrenching out a moan using his fingers alone.
He would make sure Kurapika drowned in his very being.
Oh, how Chrollo loved his relentless teasing. Kurapika was a sight to behold as he blushed and moved against him, wanting him and yet,denying himself. Chrollo rather liked the Kurta's conservative side. The younger man's stubbornness was an attractive challenge for him.
"And I don't think you asked me not to move," The blond responded before Chrollo's lips covered his own, the mirth proclaiming his ever-present defiance. Still, Kurapika allowed himself to falter into the moment and kissed Chrollo back with equal fervor, the taste of his lover seeping into his lips. His body trembled and his breath quickened as their bodies were pressed firmly against one another. Kurapika felt his right leg being pulled up and around his lover's waist, the contact making him groan. "I could say the same myself, for you seem to enjoy casting veils whenever it's convenient for you." He uttered simply as his hips came up against Chrollo's hand roughly, the confines of his shorts tightening even further as he could feel his groin become painfully tight. "Someone needs to be reminded that this isn't one-sided."
The moment Chrollo pulled away, and that presumptuous expression professing the older man thought he had Kurapika backed into a corner was the same moment he planned to make it known how grossly inaccurate that assessment was.
Instantly, he felt Chrollo press fully against him, and Kurapika couldn't help but sigh heavily into the lock they shared.
Resisting was hard. So very hard as it seemed the older man's hands were all over him, one of them sweeping without aim or purpose along the entirety of his frame, those fingers deftly caressing what exposed skin there was as they trekked about before finally slipping between his thighs, and stroking over his steadily growing need. The act succeeded in causing Kurapika's eyes to open wide.
He suppressed a groan that threatened to escape his throat as Chrollo leaned back with a damn grin on his face.
"Is that so?" he smirked then pulled at the Kurta's earlobe gently with his teeth, happy now that it was perfectly within reach and he hummed. His palm continued to move at a steady but slow pace, one that he was sure would drive the blond crazy with need. Oh, how nice it would be if he got Kurapika to beg Chrollo thought. The mental image that popped into his mind made him want to rip the clothes off his lover right then and there.
He found it so hard to contain himself, the drive so strong.
Kurapika could sense it, especially when those lips made their way to his earlobe as Chrollo tugged on it with his teeth for added emphasis. It was then his guile intensified.
So, the older man had thought he won at their little battle of wits and duplicity? How easy Chrollo was coaxed by the feigned desperation he outwardly displayed. One thing it seemed his lover forgot was that he quickly picked up on the older man's tricks. Many of Chrollo's habits were easily rubbing off on him.
They were one and the same.Mirror images. Carbon copies. It was something Kurapika was beginning to realize. Keeping up with the older man, well, that was easy.
"Someone is overly confident." Kurapika purred and leaned down to trail his lips along Chrollo's neck before proceeding to bite down on the creamy flesh, teeth raking over his lover's skin in the process. How gratifying it was the way his lover reacted. The older man couldn't seem to hold back the raspy moan that slipped past those lips, and Kurapika grinned against Chrollo's soft flesh.
Kurapika continued to suckle upon that neck until he was satisfied that it would leave a mark behind. Oh yes, he intended to remind Chrollo that he would not be outwitted.
Pausing, the blond smirked once again, allowing the impish nature in him to show, practically unaware that someone was approaching their cabin until Chrollo suddenly retreated and pushed him away. Instantly, he was being covered by his lover's coat just as a voice called from the other side of the door. Kurapika frowned.
It was exactly the type of situation he tried warning Chrollo about.
"Sir, can I take your orders for dinner?" It seemed the train's attendants had set about taking meal orders from the passengers.
Chrollo found he couldn't look at Kurapika after that.
"Believe me now?" The Kurta chided when the older man averted his eyes, obviously taken aback by his words.
It was then Chrollo realized just how wrong he was.
After Thoughts: Not as intense of a chapter as previous ones, but considering how the story for this part of the arc pans out, I inadvertently had to break it down into two separate chapters. Basically this one was just a slow buildup of what is to come, but there will definitely be some interesting highlights in the upcoming chapter and those following it.
There are still a couple more chapters before prior characters make a return in this story line, but definitely expect it to happen and soon.
And, one thing I have mentioned in the past is the fact that I have been slowly compiling fanart in relation to RoF over the last year or so which I plan to release 'officially' upon the completion of this fic. However, it is possible to see the artwork early for those who follow me on Twitter. Postings containing said art are at random and not guaranteed, but there is still that chance for anyone who wishes to see the artwork early.
I can be found on Twitter as Rangiku13.