A/N: Hello everyone. It's time for another chapter release, which I had planned to upload a few days ago, but I had been so busy that I didn't have the time before today, but it's here nonetheless. :)
As it stands, this chapter is roughly the halfway point for RoF. Even now, ten chapters past the thirty mark that labeled the fic as one year strong, I didn't anticipate getting this far and suffice it to say, it feels good to make this kind of achievement. :D Now, it's just a straight shot from here.
So, to note, it's going to be around eighty chapters. It could be more, or less, depends on how everything from now, until that point, actually pans out, but now you guys have a bit of an idea of what to expect. We shall see as the fic gets closer to that time. ;)
Just know that I have a lot planned for this story, so there is much to look forward to.
And a special thank you to SweetsDreamer for her awesomeness and time to be the beta for RoF. ❤️❤️❤️
Summary: Chrollo and Kurapika begin preparing to leave Dalry for their trip to Odaria, and along the way, Kurapika has a startling revelation.
The following morning, Kurapika awoke with a terrible headache, the pressure in his temples causing him to groan in protest. He attempted to open his eyes, but his vision swam, and it took a few moments for him to become stable enough so he could actually function.
Kurapika then opened his eyes and found the bed was empty save for himself. The opposite side where Chrollo been sleeping was cold, which indicated his lover had risen some time ago. Kurapika reached for his cellphone to check the time. After the screen lit up, the display shown was 7:20 am.
Even though it was rather late in the morning, Kurapika still hated waking up alone. The lack of a warm body next to his own had left Kurapika somewhat irritable as he had grown quite used to sleeping next to Chrollo, and truthfully, he enjoyed having someone beside him at night.
His lover's presence made him feel safe and content, so when he realized the older man was not there, it caused Kurapika to grunt in disappointment.
After stifling a yawn, Kurapika pushed the white sheets aside and drew himself from the bed. The second his feet touched the floor, Kurapika heard a noise coming from the opposite room, and he quickly put something on to cover himself, although he and Chrollo were alone. Then, he stepped through the door.
It didn't take long for him to find Chrollo when he entered the common area, and his gaze landed on the older man who was sitting at the small two-seater table drinking coffee.
Chrollo immediately set the cup down after realizing he was there, and a rather broad grin spread over his lips. "Good morning, angel," he began and rose from his seat, "did you sleep well?"
A look of inquisition crossed over Kurapika's features, and the younger man crossed his arms over his chest. "You left me alone in a cold bed again," Kurapika uttered, and almost immediately, he strode closer to his lover while closing the gap between them, "and you know how much I dislike that."
There was no disputing that Kurapika was slightly annoyed that he ended up getting left by himself. Still, Chrollo was reluctant to wake him knowing the young Kurta was beat after everything they had been through.
He reached forward to stroke his fingertips over Kurapika's cheek. "I am well aware that you do," Chrollo began, his voice soft and appeasing, "but you looked so peaceful, and I didn't want to disturb you. Besides," he paused and leaned in close so that their lips were barely touching, "you needed the rest, and it gave me the chance to prepare a surprise for you."
Following his statement, Chrollo closed what space there was left and captured Kurapika's mouth in a gentle, tender kiss.
Of course, there was a squeak of protest from Kurapika, but his lover conceded rather quickly and began kissing back, the near desperation in the younger man's reaction caused him to smile against their shared lock.
Though his lips worked slowly against Kurapika's, the moment was brief as Chrollo soon felt the impelling need to breathe. Yet, the moment he tried to pull away, the sensation of hands gripping him halted his movements.
"Not yet," Kurapika purred, and he was drawn back towards the blond, the look in those blue eyes gleaming with sheer need, "just a little longer." He added, and then Kurapika's pink and supple lips came over his once again.
The act had caught Chrollo completely unawares as he hadn't expected his lover to be so demanding. He knew Kurapika was assertive and made no bones about exerting his dominance at times, but he never seemed to be the one that would initiate very often when it came to showing affection.
For Kurapika to insist on them continuing the kiss practically astonished him. Ever since the day Kurapika had confronted him while in that alleyway back in Patalor, it seemed the younger man had been content with letting him be the one to enact first.
Now, Kurapika was flagrantly showing his possessive side.
There really was no need for any hesitation and Chrollo took it as a sign to continue. It was an opportunity not to pass up as he had been experiencing an underlying thread of yearning for some time. Chrollo knew he couldn't get enough of Kurapika and in more ways than one.
Their lips worked against one another and at a more feverish pace than before. Chrollo felt Kurapika press up against him as the Kurta groaned into the lock they shared, though there was no less urgency in the way Kurapika moved. It seemed as if his lover was practically craving for his touch.
Nothing else seemed to matter as each time the need for air came, they only broke apart long enough to fill their lungs before diving right back in. Chrollo still couldn't believe it was Kurapika, who was adamant about kissing him again and again.
Eventually, Chrollo could no longer hold back his own raging desire, and his lips soon found themselves latched to a tender spot on Kurapika's neck as a purplish mark bloomed over his lover's pale skin.
Once Chrollo was satisfied with his handiwork, it was then he was able to look at Kurapika properly. The beautiful blond Kurta was flushed and panting while passion burned behind his enticing blue eyes. Gods, but Kurapika was so exquisite and would always be his and his alone.
"That was rather unexpected," Chrollo muttered, a smug grin forming over his face, "especially from you, babe." He was still amazed by what had just transpired, but by no means was he complaining.
It had been some time since they were able to be intimate, and resisting was hard. Chrollo longed for the day when they could actually take quality time for themselves.
"Is that because I rarely show you just how persuasive I can be?" Kurapika questioned, and he slowly drew his hands down over Chrollo's clothed chest. "Or perhaps it's because you realize that you're not the only one who has needs?"
The sound of Kurapika's voice was soft and gentle, but there was also a hint of seduction. Gradually, his fingers dipped lower onto Chrollo's abdomen until reaching where his navel was, and Kurapika paused as he idly toyed with the muscles there.
Even for Kurapika, suppressing his urges for Chrollo had been increasingly difficult. Although he didn't want to admit it, Kurapika had a craving that he often tried to stifle, but containing it was hard. It seemed the longer he was around Chrollo, the more his desire grew.
And his lover didn't help matters either.
Each time they were close, touched, even kissed, it broke down Kurapika's barriers even more. He remembered how he felt before they actually became a couple, and even then, resisting was almost impossible.
What Chrollo did to him only compelled him further, which continued to spur his drive. How the man was able to retain such a hold over him was something Kurapika didn't know.
And yet, he did not care. Just as Chrollo was possessive of him, so was he with Chrollo. As strange as it sounded - and crazy as it seemed - Kurapika couldn't stand the thought of Chrollo with another. The idea alone brought about a spark of anger that he had to keep under control.
For now, he was merely upset about getting left alone in bed despite his lover's reasoning.
"Maybe it's also because I like seeing you take the initiative and actually be assertive," Chrollo purred as Kurapika's hands roamed over his body. "To see your dominant side is something I readily enjoy."
Perhaps it was his confession that invoked a flash of surprise on Kurapika's features, but clearly, his lover had been taken aback. His grin spread even more over his lips at the notion, and Chrollo moved so close to Kurapika again that he could practically feel the younger man's breath.
There was a flicker behind those blue eyes that told Chrollo his words must have sparked something in Kurapika, for the blond's expression quickly changed. The instance of being caught off guard to appearing impish was a reaction Chrollo didn't expect from Kurapika, but it made him pleased nonetheless.
When Kurapika's lips came dangerously close to his ear, Chrollo precisely knew what he intended.
"Oh?" Kurapika purred, and Chrollo trembled from the sensation of warm breath over his skin. "So what you are telling me is that you love it when I take control over you?" Knowing his lover responded in such a way from just their closeness alone invoked a semblance of pleasure in Kurapika. Not many times had he taken satisfaction from making Chrollo react, especially in a sexual manner, but it was a feeling that he was beginning to savor.
Even now, Kurapika couldn't deny that fact.
What Kurapika said didn't surprise him, but Chrollo let him continue anyway to see what the Kurta would do. How his lover proceeded thoroughly interested him. "Yes," Chrollo commented softly, and he leaned a little more into Kurapika's caress to instigate him, "I always want to see what you will do. It excites me, babe."
The scant few times where Kurapika actually took over were the moments Chrollo remembered that thrilled him beyond anything fathomable and to experience that again - even if on occasion - was an aspect he craved.
Chrollo wanted this, needed this, and since they were equals, having it that way would only make the situation between them even better. He was determined to strengthen their relationship and bond in every way possible.
All thoughts ceased when he felt lips contact the skin just beneath his earring, and Chrollo was unable to suppress the gasp that soon followed. He was vaguely aware of his back hitting the wall as Kurapika's body came fully against his own, the pressure from his weight was the only thing that told Chrollo what happened.
Without hesitation or resistance, he tilted his head to give his lover better access, and the sensation of Kurapika suckling hard on his skin made him close his eyes as he practically shivered in delight. To say that he didn't relish in Kurapika marking him would be a lie, and Chrollo never wanted him to stop.
Regardless of his status or title, the thought of the Kurta having his way was thoroughly enticing, and there was no ceasing the desire to see it continue.
Only a few seconds had passed after Kurapika ended his ministrations, and before he could react, the blond dipped back in and captured another tender area, but this time on the underside of his jaw. His lover pressed even more roughly against him, and Chrollo couldn't help just how good it all felt.
They remained that way for a while as Kurapika relentlessly attacked him while biting the underside of his chin, neck, and even parts of his shoulder. It astonished Chrollo just how persistent Kurapika was, but not once did he try to stop the younger man.
Everything his lover did was beyond tempting, and Chrollo was utterly addicted. Just the taste of Kurapika's honey alone was unlike any other, and it always left him wanting more.
When Kurapika pulled away, Chrollo groaned in protest as he had hoped their little romp would continue, but his lover merely came close to his ear once again. "Really now?" Kurapika whispered, his thin frame still against Chrollo's. "Maybe I will consider doing it more often," he articulated, a smile gracing his lips, "so long as you don't ever leave me alone in a cold bed again. You know how I felt about it last time, my love."
Kurapika then pulled away from Chrollo to gaze at the older man, but his smile remained. How gorgeous and alluring his lover appeared when covered in purplish marks while left in amazement. Chrollo looked no less than spectacular while taking on the likeness of a divine being.
His lover was both strong and compulsive, as nothing Chrollo did was short of alluring.
It made him want Chrollo all the more.
Receiving such an answer had invoked curiosity in him, and Chrollo tilted his head slightly. "Do you really mean that?" He commented cheekily, and another breathy moan echoed from his chest when Kurapika's hands swept back up his chest and over to his shoulders.
"You have my word," Kurapika intoned, and he leaned in to nip Chrollo's bottom lip for added emphasis, "for I intend to keep it so long as you do the same."
The way Kurapika looked sparked further amusement in Chrollo, even so by the younger man's response, which in part, he hadn't anticipated his lover actually saying. That alone left a substantial impression on him as Kurapika was progressively opening up, which in reality, Chrollo was grateful to see.
In the beginning, Kurapika was reserved and puritanical, even going so far as to shy away from romantic advances or acts of affection, which only served to fuel his persistence and drive. Now that his lover had actually become more accepting of their relationship and the physical attraction they share, Chrollo no longer saw the need to hold back.
Allowing himself to be blunt and forward with Kurapika was a facet he had since adopted, for the younger man had stopped rebuffing him. In truth, Chrollo couldn't have been happier.
Kurapika's words seemed to reiterate in his ears.
"Then I can assure you that I will also," Chrollo confirmed, and he lowered his arms to wrap them around Kurapika's slender waist, "as I wouldn't expect you to do anything without promising the same. Besides, I am still interested to see exactly how far you will go with this. Not only do I trust you, but I think it would make our relationship a little more exhilarating."
He jerked Kurapika a little more against him just to accentuate his point, and the soft gasp that slipped from his lover's throat made Chrollo smirk once again.
Perhaps he was selfish and wanted more from Kurapika than he should, but there was no denying just how entrenched he was. Chrollo knew he was bound to the Kurta as their lives were becoming thoroughly intertwined.
Even if both of them coming together was destiny or something earmarked by fate, one thing remained inexorable, and that was the fact they belonged with each other.
Chrollo was sure that Kurapika must have felt the same way, for the moment the thought crossed his mind, the expression on the younger man's perfect features changed and became even more devious.
"Good," Kurapka spoke quietly, and his hands tightened behind Chrollo's neck as they were pulled firmly against one another, "because I will hold you to it." He paused, and his eyes locked with the older man's, the depth of their lustrous color slowly drawing him in. "However, when you say that you want to see just how far I will go, do you mean like this?" And without warning, Kurapika ground his hips roughly against Chrollo's to tease him, the warmth between them making him gasp.
The force of his movement caused Chrollo to be pushed roughly against the wall, but it didn't stop Kurapika from showing his lover precisely what his intentions were, and was just a taste of what would come in the future.
Shock laced over the older man's visage, and Kurapika let a grin form over his lips. "Well, that was unexpected," Chrollo began, and he instinctively returned the gesture, the feel of Kurapika's hips against his own eliciting another groan from within, "but yes, like that." He managed to add but had nearly lost his mind as heat pooled low in his groin, and Chrollo was certain if Kurapika kept going, he would soon end up with a rather painful erection. Staying collected after that was hard.
Resisting the urge to take Kurapika right then was almost impossible, and he stilled his hands to keep them from traveling over the blond's firm ass. Chrollo was aware that if he enacted on his impulses, there would be no stopping him.
So he suppressed the desire and not because he thought Kurapika didn't want the same thing as his partner's actions said otherwise, it just wasn't the right time. Chrollo hated they had to hold back from expressing their love for one another, but there were too many dangers for them to linger in any place for long.
He swore once they had collected all the eyes that he and Kurapika would spend proper time together. They both deserved that much.
Kurapika readily picked up on Chrollo's hesitation, and although his lover was attempting to keep from reacting to his little taunt, his smile grew at what reaction he had managed to get. Proceeding any further would end up with them in a furious tangle of limbs and unstoppable passion. "I see," Kurapika purred softly, "then I have a pretty good idea of what to do in the future." He added cryptically and gently slipped away from Chrollo.
The lack of his lover's strong arms around him invoked a brief pang of regret, but there would be plenty of opportunities for them to indulge in each other's touch. He was content for now with how things turned out.
Chrollo expelled a pent up breath when Kurapika left his embrace, but it gave him the chance to suppress the pressure in his groin. Thankfully, his lover had stopped before he could get aroused any further. Yet, Kurapika's ambiguous statement caused him to raise an eyebrow questioningly. "Oh?" He replied after he was able to compel himself to speak. "Something tells me you don't intend to reveal what that might be, but I will wait for it, my naughty Kurapika," Chrollo added and winked before pushing away from the wall, the memory of what had transpired before lingering in his mind.
He wanted to see more of Kurapika acting wily. It definitely was an aspect his lover didn't do enough of.
"You're right, I don't," Kurapika commented back in a taunting voice, and he crossed his arms over his chest, "as I am still mad about earlier so you will have to wait to find out. But, don't worry, though," he stopped while observing Chrollo, "I promise that I won't make you wait for too long, darling."
Really? So Kurapika was intent with being coy as well? Chrollo liked the idea. How feisty Kurapika was acting had surely caught his attention. It made Chrollo drip with anticipation. "Oh, I am sure that you won't," he commented smugly, and his eyes followed Kurapika's every movement, "as I know you can't keep avoiding your desire for me. Eventually, it's going to become overpowering." Chrollo stopped, and his posture slackened even though he still felt a lingering vein of heat prickling at his skin. "That said, the reason I got up earlier than you did was so I could make food for us." And he swept to the side to show Kurapika the small display of food that was strategically placed on the kitchen counter. "I had planned to bring you breakfast in bed, but that seems unnecessary now."
Kurapika opened his mouth to speak, but when his eyes landed on the spread that Chrollo had prepared, and everything instantly evaporated from his mind. The thought alone that his lover had been considerate after all made Kurapika practically melt with appreciation. His anger faded along with his retorts.
"Well, I don't know what to say," he spoke slowly, quietly, his voice just barely above a whisper, "but thank you, Chrollo." Although Kurapika wanted to chastise his lover for the snarky comment he made earlier, the fact that Chrollo rose early without him to secretly fix a meal and bring it to him in bed brought a small smile to his face.
It really was a kind gesture and thoroughly proved to him even that Chrollo really was human.
"Always babe. You know just how precious you are to me." Nodding, Chrollo indicated for Kurapika to follow him, and then he courteously pulled a chair out for the younger man to sit in. "Let's eat. We shouldn't let the food go to waste."
The smile on Kurapika's face grew a little more, and he followed Chrollo's example. After sitting, his lover brought the dishes filled with pancakes, eggs, and bacon to the table. He wasted no time serving himself under Chrollo's careful eye, and once he had finished loading his plate, the older man sat across from him and began serving himself as well. Shortly after that, they were eating contentedly.
Finally, it was Kurapika who broke the short silence between them. "Have you managed to track down where the next pair of eyes is located?"
Chrollo was just about to take a bite of his eggs when he stopped and let his gaze land on Kurapika. "I have." He responded and then placed the morsel into his mouth before chewing and swallowing. "It was one of the things I planned to discuss with you this morning." There was another pause between them as Chrollo finished off what was left on his plate. He then continued. "Shalnark has constantly been searching to find out where each pair is, and luckily for us, he found someone else with more than just one."
It seemed his startling revelation had captured Kurapika's undivided attention as the young Kurta had stopped mid-bite on the pancakes he was eating. His eyes grew extremely wide. "Again?" Kurapika commented in astonishment, and he lowered the fork back to his plate. "How many?" He inquired.
"Apparently," Chrollo continued, and he took another small helping of eggs and a few pancakes as he rarely ate them. "From what Shal found out, the person has several pairs, which he suspects to be more than two. He also found out who they are and their location. Our target's name is Debron Cloch, a scientist who resides in a small village called Odaria, which is east of here. However, Odaria is pretty isolated and is quite far. Traveling on foot would take at least two days."
Once again, Kurapika couldn't believe that someone else managed to get their hands on more than one pair of Scarlet Eyes, but after learning the person in question was a scientist, he felt a slight surge of indignation flow through him.
The plausibility of their target using the eyes in some sick and twisted experiments caused Kurapika's stomach to knot. It was too coincidental that someone versed in research had acquired so many pairs, and it brought back memories of his encounter with the cult back in Sorbia.
Even thinking about them, and the priestess who was using a pair of eyes in their awful rituals made Kurapika feel disgusted, so the idea of some scientist doing the same caused him distress. If that is what truly was going on- Kurapika stiffened and clenched his fist in anger.
His reaction was something that didn't go unnoticed by Chrollo, and instantly , he became concerned for Kurapika's abrupt change in demeanor. "Is anything wrong, love?" He asked slowly, "You suddenly got tense."
Dealing with such emotional turmoil caused Kurapika unease, mainly because of the instances from his past. It was bad enough that he still had lingering memories from what happened nearly six years ago, but to relive the events from recent experiences made matters far worse. Kurapika didn't even want to think about what this Debron Cloch could be doing to his brethren's eyes.
The very thought alone enlivened his rage.
"I feel a little unwell is all," Kurapika responded, his voice strangely quiet. "Maybe it's just a bit of fatigue from all the traveling we've been doing recently." Though his gaze lowered from Chrollo's as he wasn't able to look directly at his lover. Worrying him was the last thing Kurapika wanted to do.
If he was lucky enough, Chrollo wouldn't be able to sense that he wasn't telling him everything.
But that was a big if.
Yet, the expression that morphed over the older man's visage proved his suspicions. Chrollo immediately raised an eyebrow. "Babe, you're still a terrible liar, you know that?" He stated and reached over to pick up the mug containing his coffee before taking a sip. "Why won't you tell me what really is going on?" Concern laced his words, even as Chrollo kept his stance firm.
Which seemed to hold weight with Kurapika. His smile now gone and replaced by a frown; the younger man's eyes lingered on his half-eaten meal as his shoulders dipped a fraction.
Everything Chrollo said was nothing but true , and he was a fool to believe he could hide anything from his lover.
They were so interconnected and emotionally bound that nothing escaped Chrollo's notice. Even his attempt to keep from the older man from fretting. Chrollo cared for him more than he knew.
"I am bothered by the fact that some person is possibly doing horrific experiments on my people's eyes. It just brings me back to the cult we encountered back in Sorbia and the rituals that were being performed on the pair they had." After speaking, Kurapika faltered in his speech, and this time, both his hands clenched into fists. The anguish he felt only added to the pain he never fully got rid of. It was hard enough getting past the initial misery at just losing his clan. This was even after their spirits told him they were at rest. "Thinking about it fills me with such anger, and I cannot stop myself from feeling the last bits of their dignity are being violated."
Tears threatened to well in the corners of his eyes as Kurapika breathed in and out slowly. Staying composed proved to be difficult and, despite that, everything in retrospect was due to Chrollo's unfortunate decision, it was the older man who genuinely cared for him the most.
Perhaps Kurapika hadn't entirely forgiven Chrollo just yet, but the love between them was strong enough that at some point, he knew that he would.
"Kurapika." A voice echoed, one that was soft and feminine, its familiarity giving him pause.
"Kurapika." It called again, and he breathed.
"My son, please do not worry, everything will be okay." This time, Kurapika blinked as realization struck on exactly who it was talking to him.
The notion nearly caused his heart to break, and Kurapika felt himself tremble. It had been such a long time since his mother had come to him and to hear her voice now-
"Hold faith and confidence in yourself. Regardless of what may happen, just know that we are fine. Stay strong, Kurapika, and remember to keep on living. It's all we ever wanted. The one you now hold close to your heart shall be the one to light your way."
And with that, she was gone. Kurapika could no longer hold back the crystalline rivers that managed to break free.
"Angel?" Kurapika turned to see Chrollo standing over him, concern etching his features.
He sharply inhaled while regaining his sobriety and then extended his hand to place it over Chrollo's. "I'm alright," Kurapika said and squeezed the top of it to reassure Chrollo even though he more than likely would need more convincing. "I was just reminded of something else."
Chrollo watched Kurapika critically for a moment, and although his lover was trying to keep him from worrying, he still knew something wasn't quite right. "I understand how you feel, love, and just like last time, we won't allow the eyes to be desecrated." He pulled his hand away to lay it atop of Kurapika's before twining their fingers together. "We will retrieve them before anything can happen."
Ceasing his trepidation was difficult, albeit Chrollo's explicit reassurance. While his lover continued to offer compassion and support, it was hard to ignore the stress from everything he had endured. Even being reminded of how he ended up on his quest in the first place didn't stanch the emotional struggle.
However, there was also no denying Chrollo's determination in resolving his pain and suffering. Even though Kurapika remained in conflict with completely letting go of his past despite the guidance and pleas of his clan, the fact that Chrollo also wished to see him entirely happy was enough to keep him from fully plunging over the edge.
Kurapika took a deep breath to calm himself and instill his resolve.
"I believe you," Kurapika began, Chrollo's touch giving him comfort, "and trust that we will liberate the eyes from those who wish to abuse them. It's just difficult knowing that other people are sullying my clan's remains."
Listening to Kurapika's sorrow made Chrollo frustrated that his lover continued to suffer. It pained him to know Kurapika was relentlessly caught between happiness and misery because of his cruel decision.
Knowing that perpetually haunted him, and it only made him more intent to right his wrongs. There was no changing the past, and Chrollo knew this, but he would alter the future.
It was only moments ago that Kurapika was expressive, passionate, and lively. Now he looked depressed. The past be damned if he would let that ruin it for his lover.
Chrollo tightened his grip on Kurapika's shoulder, and before he knew it, the younger man was back in his arms once more. It made him want to protect Kurapika from the world. "I don't blame you for feeling the way you do," Chrollo began, and his arms wound even more around the Kurta, "but-" and his words trailed off as he buried his nose into Kurapika's locks. "I still regret that I am the reason you are in this situation."
Kurapika closed his eyes and allowed himself to melt into Chrollo's embrace. The sound of his lover's heartbeat was soothing, although he could tell the older man was also stressed. "Chrollo," he whispered and laid his head against Chrollo's firm chest, "you know that I do not hold it against you any longer. I may not have forgiven you entirely yet, but I love you all the same. Because you have proven that you do hold remorse while trying to right that wrong is enough to keep me from ever leaving." Kurapika paused, and he let his hands slide around Chrollo's shoulders. "I may still be conflicted, but once this is all over, I hope that I can finally move on."
Silence had descended around them, and Chrollo found himself at a complete loss for words. All he could do was hold Kurapika tight while everything the younger man said replayed over and over in his mind. The depth of his emotions had taken root in Chrollo, which left a powerful impression on him.
Eventually, he found his voice. "That's all I have ever wanted to hear," Chrollo purred, and one of his hands made its way into Kurapika's hair, "for it makes me glad to know that you want me to remain in your life." Gently, he stroked through those golden strands, his fingers gliding through them with ease. "Just know that I will continue to do whatever is necessary to ensure your happiness Kurapika, for you are the most important person in my life. Even my Spiders cannot keep me away from you."
This time it was Kurapika's turn to be surprised as he didn't expect Chrollo to react so vehemently. His lover's profession brought a pang to his heart, and for Kurapika, hearing it comforted him.
His hands twisted roughly in the shirt Chrollo wore. "I don't doubt that you will, my love," Kurapika uttered as his face buried into the soft fabric, "as I still completely trust you. Though please be patient as it will take time for me to make peace with myself. I do want to move forward in life together regardless of how difficult it may seem."
Briefly, Kurapika stilled as he relished in Chrollo's soothing aura. At times it could be menacing, even threatening, but now it was protective. Chrollo always made him feel safe.
"It pleases me to hear that as well," Chrollo hummed, and he held Kurapika even closer when he felt the Kurta grip his clothes, "but I definitely understand your situation, babe. I will offer all the support I can give, just don't forget that you're precious to me." He continued to card through Kurapika's hair, the tips of his fingers eventually brushing tenderly over his lover's cheek. "I love you too, Kurapika."
Once he finished speaking, Chrollo sensed Kurapika relax, and it made a smile form on his lips. He hoped that his profession was enough to assuage the younger man's stress. The last thing he needed was wrinkles marring his perfect skin.
"Thank you," Kurapika sighed, and he automatically leaned into Chrollo's palm. As always, his lover knew how to make him feel at ease. "I'm okay now. Please forgive me for making you worry." He added, and then looked up to gaze into the older man's eyes. Their swirling depths only invoked a further calm in him.
Slowly, Chrollo let his other hand trail up along Kurapika's back as he continued to soothe his beautiful lover. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for." He replied gently, the look in Kurapika's blue eyes drawing him in. What Chrollo saw was not melancholy, but adoration. It made him pleased to see. "I get why you were upset, but I am also grateful that you are no longer fretting over it. We will retrieve all the eyes, I promise you that."
For several moments they merely stared into each other's eyes before Kurapika felt himself blush, and he turned away to nuzzle against Chrollo's soft neck. "I know we will." He uttered before inhaling sharply. "Sometimes, I need to be reminded of that as I tend to lose sight of it." Kurapika furthered quietly.
The smile on Chrollo's face broadened when he noticed crimson dusting over the younger man's skin, and he leaned down to kiss the top of Kurapika's head. "Then I will always be sure that you don't," Chrollo affirmed and kissed his forehead to seal the promise being made.
Whatever it took, he would see that Kurapika did not stray.
"You better," Kurapika replied energetically, and he delivered a playful nip to Chrollo's skin. "Or I will kick your ass."
Chrollo chuckled at his adamancy and returned the gesture by gently biting Kurapika's ear. "I don't doubt that you would, angel." He breathed against it then continued. "As I know you all too well," Chrollo remarked, and his gaze met his lover's again. "That said, we should finish discussing our plans. It's best we get moving and soon."
Following his speech, Chrollo reluctantly moved away from Kurapika as the younger man nodded. He went back to the table and retrieved both mugs before entering the kitchen to refill them. After that, Chrollo handed one to Kurapika.
Which he graciously took, and the aroma instantly filled Kurapika's nostrils as he took a sip from its warm contents. He was grateful for the much-needed caffeine. "Alright then," Kurapika commented after receiving a moment to enjoy his coffee. "What mode of transportation do you propose to use this time around? Car, perhaps?"
He raised an eyebrow and carefully observed Chrollo. Not that he was keen on stealing another car, but it was better than walking. Considering the distance, spending days on foot probably wasn't the best idea.
The question made Chrollo pause as he was about to drink from his own mug, and he peered into its swirling contents thoughtfully. "Actually, no." He answered, then brought it to his lips before taking a swig. "The terrain around Odaria is rough, and it will be hard for us to navigate on foot. Not to mention how long it would take for us to get there." Curiosity etched over Kurapika's features, and he could tell that his lover was obviously confused. The sight amused him. "Originally, I thought about air travel, but Odaria is a village and lacks an airport. Considering the nature of the place and what it will take to get there, I figured that making the trek on horseback would be best."
Kurapika's reaction didn't surprise him as the younger man appeared completely dumbstruck, but Chrollo immediately grinned anyway.
"Horseback?" He stammered, and Kurapika thought his eyes were about to fall out of his skull. "Where the hell are we going to find horses?"
He couldn't believe his ears. Even his brain didn't want to cooperate. Naturally, he was accustomed to riding on the backs of animals being a child of the forest, but they were in a major city, and he couldn't fathom where to even begin locating any horses to use for them to use.
To a fault, his lover sounded crazy for suggesting such an idea. Of all the hare-brained things to come up with, that seemed to be the worst one. But he decided to humor Chrollo nonetheless.
"Finding them won't be hard as a matter of fact," Chrollo commented, and he took another draw from his cup, "as there are a few farms just a couple of kilometers outside Dalry. I figured we could procure the horses from one of them."
It didn't take long for Kurapika to grow suspicious by the statement, and he crossed his arms as a result. "You mean we steal them." He corrected.
The grin on Chrollo's face only expanded.
"You're impossible." Kurapika shook his head and focused again on his coffee. He loved Chrollo, but at times the man could be incogitable.
It was hard not to be amused by Kurapika's persistent morals, but regardless, his lover was gradually changing his views. "Am I?" He teased and tilted his head angular. "You know how I am, yet, you still put up with me." Chrollo couldn't help but say it although he knew the answer.
"You know damn well why I put up with you. I shouldn't have to tell you again." Kurapika balked, and his lips twisted into a frown.
"Of course I do." He teased as the disapproval on Kurapika's face made him chuckle again. "I just love hearing you say it."
Chrollo's temerity made Kurapika roll his eyes, and he finished the remainder of his coffee irritably. "That is because you enjoy making me repeat myself." He stalked off towards the kitchen and poured the remains of the coffee in the maker into his mug. At this point, he needed all the caffeine he could get. Kurapika grunted.
"Perhaps," he heard Chrollo say while focusing on his task, "but you still haven't done anything about it." The sarcasm was something Kurapika didn't miss, but he merely hissed between his teeth as a result. It was a wonder that his hair hadn't turned completely white from all of Chrollo's asininity.
"Keep it up, and you may find yourself sleeping in a separate bed at the next place we go to." Kurapika finally spoke, his voice flat, and he narrowed his eyes at Chrollo to show just how serious he was.
Almost instantly, Chrollo looked aghast, although it was spurious. "I don't think that you would." He challenged and rose his mug up to conceal the smirk that split his face.
Pushing his luck was so enticing.
Gazing back over his shoulder, Kurapika eyed him dangerously. "Care to test that theory?" He grumbled. "Maybe then you will understand how it feels."
So intensive. Chrollo could practically taste the ferocity leaking off of Kurapika while his aura became threatening. There was no denying that his lover meant business. Ah well. It was best not to poke the viper's nest any further if he didn't want to end up in the proverbial dog house.
Nevertheless, it didn't keep him from being tickled pink by Kurapika's current reactions. The Kurta really was adorable when he got mad.
"I suppose not," Chrollo commented and resumed drinking his coffee. His lover was definitely ruthless when it came to his jiving. "Not like I relish the idea of sleeping alone."
For a moment, Kurapika could have thought he detected a hint of mockery in Chrollo's tone, but he chose to ignore it. "Good." He said and downed what was left in his mug.
Deciding not to provoke Kurapika any further - because damn his lover had fangs - Chrollo figured it was best to refocus on their objective. If they dallied for much longer, then things could become even more complicated. Not to mention, they still had a long trek ahead of them. He was sure that Kurapika was just as anxious to get moving as he was.
"Well," he began and set his mug down after finishing his coffee, "it's probably a good idea that we get moving. Reaching one of those farms will take an hour or two on foot and then several more after we obtain the horses. If we want to reach Odaria by nightfall, then we should finish up here."
The pressure in the atmosphere subsequently changed, and Chrollo was relieved that Kurapika at least had calmed down. Even if it was mildly. "Alright." He concurred and mirrored Chrollo's action by placing his used cup in the sink. Kurapika then turned his attention back on his lover. "Though I have to admit," he furthered and sauntered back into the common room to begin packing his things, "I've been ready to leave from the moment you mentioned the location for the next pair of eyes." Kurapika then stopped abruptly and remembered what Chrollo had said earlier. "Or, several pairs I should say." He concluded before resuming his task
Chrollo watched as the younger man set about preparing for their departure and followed his example by doing the same. He, too, was ready to leave.
Aside from their temporary interlude, the morning went by smoothly, and once they were finished, Chrollo drug both of their suitcases to the door as Kurapika came up beside him. "Ready?" He asked the blond.
"Quite. I was born ready," Kurapika responded then elbowed him in the side while grinning.
Chrollo chuckled and pulled the door open for Kurapika. "I bet you were." He teased and stepped through the entryway behind his lover. Before he knew it, they were checked out and on their way to Odaria.
The sun had long since reached its peak by the time they began their journey east, and the heat was tolerable, but sweat clung to their skin even though Nen users tended to be more impervious to the elements. Not only that, Kurapika had started to feel the onset of sores forming from being in the saddle too long.
It had felt like hours since they had been traveling while on the backs of the horses that Chrollo had - as predicted - stolen, which fortunately for them, they were able to make off with undetected, but it didn't ease his annoyance any less.
With all the money he was sure that Chrollo had purloined during all his years as a thief, at least he should have been able to pay for the animals, but alas, there was no teaching an old dog new tricks.
Kurapika reached into the satchel, which he tended to carry at his waist and removed the small bottle of water from within, though before he did, the tips of his fingers brushed over something familiar. He paused for a second after placing the bottle in his other hand, which held the reins and slipped his hand back inside. After contacting the object for a second time, Kurapika remembered what it was.
The small stone shaped like a heart.
It seemed like an eternity since he had last held the stone as it was always kept inside his pouch, but this time, Kurapika drew his hand over it slowly while touching its delicate, glossy surface. Almost instantly, he felt a wave of calm rush over him, and Kurapika was reminded of why it was special.
Chrollo's words from that day echoed faintly within his ears as the scene replayed over in his mind.
"What you hold is called a Heart Stone. They are given to those by a person who is professing how they feel about someone. Like love." He paused, gauging Kurapika's reactions as the younger man's eyes seemed to go wide with the realization. "I gave it to you imbued with my energy in hopes it would help you find peace. Because," this time Chrollo breathed in slowly, looking directly into the Kurta's eyes, "I am falling for you, Kurapika. Because… I love you."
Even that seemed like it had occurred so long ago, yet the moment was something Kurapika still cherished, and while being with the older man was difficult, he couldn't argue that his life hadn't gotten better since then.
Once again, his mother had been right. She always had. Not once did she doubt where his future would take him.
He wondered how she felt now that he had begun following the path which she encouraged him to take and whether or not she was proud of him. Kurapika thought back to just that morning when he could hear her tender voice calling to him. Thinking about it made his heart ache as he missed her more than anyone could know, but from how she sounded, at least there was comfort in knowing that he had chosen to live.
And chosen to live that life with Chrollo.
Gingerly his fingers curled around the stone as Kurapika held it within his palm before reluctantly letting it slip back down to the bottom of the satchel. He immediately missed the comfort it gave him.
Kurapika made a solemn vow that he wouldn't ever neglect the stone again. If Chrollo found out, he was sure that his lover would be disheartened since the primary reason for the stone was to bring him peace. It was bad enough that Chrollo had gone as far as to imbue it with his own energy just to ensure that result, but to ignore that was downright ungrateful.
The Heart Stone was no less important than the necklace which he always wore.
Inwardly, he chided himself for being so pococurante.
Sighing, Kurapika took a few sips of water before placing the bottle back into his bag.
"How much further do you think it will be?" He asked to distract himself and raised a hand to shield his eyes as he tried to survey the landscape before them. It was easy to watch their surroundings since they had been going at a steady trot for a while.
The question nearly caught Chrollo off guard as they had been riding along in silence for some time, but he turned to glance his lover's way. "Shouldn't be more than three or four more hours." He responded and raised an eyebrow at the Kurta. "Need a break, love?" It didn't surprise him if Kurapika had been growing tired of the saddle. They had been traveling by horseback since noon.
"That long?" Kurapika groaned, and he clutched the reins almost roughly with both hands. "Truthfully, I don't know how much more I can actually take before my ass goes numb. It's not like I hadn't gone riding before as we did so a lot back in Lusko, but I am just not used to it anymore."
His horse jerked suddenly, and it caused him to bounce roughly in the saddle. Kurapika grunted from the impact along with the ache he felt in his legs. Even getting stuck in the position he was in didn't help as it only made practically every part of him hurt. Kurapika drew in a breath while he tried to dull the pain, though in truth, taking a break was probably a good idea.
"I see," Chrollo commented, and he pulled gently on the reins to guide his horse around so he could face his lover. The animal made a sound and came to a full stop. "Let's find a place to rest then." He leaned over to pat the neck of Kurapika's horse before taking a second to observe their current surroundings. Off in the distance was a small copse of trees, and Chrollo prompted his horse to take a few steps forward to get a better look. "There is a small patch of foliage just a short distance from here. We can use that spot to stop at."
Nodding, Kurapika gently nudged his own horse in the same direction, which Chrollo began moving towards. After a few minutes, he was grateful to be finally climbing out of the saddle. His fingers grasped Chrollo's as his lover helped him down, and once his feet touched terra firma, Kurapika wasted not another second stretching his body.
Standing had never felt so good. "That's better," Kurapika emulated as he trailed behind Chrollo, who managed to find a fallen log to sit on. He took a seat next to him. "My legs just had enough of that position." He spoke casually and glanced over his shoulder at his lover. To Kurapika, the older man appeared unfazed. "How about you?"
Although his attention had remained averted to the front of him, Chrollo could just make out Kurapika from his peripheral vision. The younger man looked worse for wear, which was something he hated seeing.
All the constant traveling from place to place was definitely beginning to take a toll on his lover again.
"Nothing I cannot handle," Chrollo spoke casually and reached into the bag he had been carrying and pulled out a few sticks of dried beef. "I had already anticipated on a long ride and being on horseback for a while. There isn't much that tends to bother me." He added before fetching two cans of beer as well and offering one to Kurapika along with the beef. "I know this isn't exactly your thing, but it may help calm the nerves since we lack any coffee right now."
He watched Chrollo almost critically as he was astonished by his lover's response, but the more he thought on it, the less perplexing it seemed. Kurapika knew that Chrollo was eccentric and quite mysterious, but over time, he slowly began to understand the man.
Chrollo really was something else, and not in a bad way. There was so much about him that Kurapika felt attracted to, and although his lover was an ass at times, he thoroughly enjoyed Chrollo's company.
Kurapika took the beer in spite of himself. At that point, he was content with anything. "What? Are you an alien or something?" Kurapika jested, and he peeled back the tab on the can. The beer was partially warm and wasn't exactly the best thing, but it was decent. He exhaled sharply.
"Not really," Chrollo hummed and took a swig from his own can. It wasn't that he was ill-prepared or anything, just always expectant. The world was cruel, rough, and dangerous. Staying temperate while being rational was one key to survival. He would never have lasted as long as he did if he hadn't adopted that kind of mentality. "I just learned to accept what may come and deal with it accordingly. Otherwise, it tends to break one down and rather quickly." His eyes then found Kurapika's. "Eventually, I believe you will end up doing the same."
Pondering over what Chrollo said had taken Kurapika some time, but in truth, there wasn't much that his lover had told him that wasn't accurate.
For the longest, he tried to remain prepared, ready for what was thrown at him, and even then, Kurapika still found a lot of situations challenging to get through. He was stoic and anesthetized to much of the world as he had lost so much already, but Kurapika gradually realized that trying to remain numb was only a major setback.
Far too many times had he let his guard down or allowed his emotions to run rampant. Kurapika was only punishing himself in the long run. And Chrollo had been the one to teach him that.
"The very same person whom once caused you heartache will now be the one to bring forth your salvation."
The epiphany was startling, and yet, there was only honesty to it.
"Maybe you're right," Kurapika uttered as he toyed with the can in his hands before decisively taking another swig. "I have allowed myself to become too lax and have taken too much for granted. It's time to face the world and take it head-on." He broke eye contact with Chrollo to stare forward. God, he despised how awful his life had been, but at least it was changing for the better. He just had to remember that.
It was such a drastic change in opinion, and yet, Chrollo wasn't entirely surprised that his lover had come to such a conclusion. There was just so much that Kurapika needed to put back into perspective so he could never lose sight of what was important.
There would be instances where sacrifices would need to be made, but it didn't alter the fact that being strong and prepared was always vital.
He had adopted that same type of philosophy ages ago.
"Not going to argue with you there, babe," Chrollo stated, and he reached over to rub along Kurapika's shoulders. He could feel the stiffness in the young blond Kurta's muscles, and it made him frown. When he got the chance, Chrollo decided to give his lover a good and proper massage. Kurapika plainly needed it. "You just have to learn to adapt to any type of situation and be ready for every possible outcome. If you always anticipate that, you will find that facing problems or even the world is that much easier. I've had to do this for most of my life." Instinctively, his fingertips kneaded Kurapika's skin through his clothes in an attempt to soothe his lover. The tension was distinct. "Though I will admit, my childhood wasn't any easier."
Kurapika turned to face Chrollo again when he trailed off, and admittingly, the blond felt empathetic towards his lover. While he had a fairly decent childhood - albeit losing his family later on - he had an inkling that Chrollo had his own terrible past, considering his origins.
Meteor City was a place for outcasts, nobodies, and those who were shunned by society. It was nothing but refuse, broken dreams, and lost time. It was literally a site of nothing but practical garbage.
Unfortunately, it was the same location where Chrollo was born and had grown up. It definitely was not somewhere for children, and to think of what kind of life he had while running through its ragged, torn, and broken streets made Kurapika feel bad for his lover. The more he took that into account, the better his outlook and viewpoint became.
The new perspective influenced him to have a completely different sentiment. While Meteor City had groomed Chrollo into becoming who he was today - criminal or not - it didn't alter the fact that he had it just as rough as a lot of others.
"Honestly," Kurapika sighed, and he unconsciously leaned into Chrollo's ministrations, "I had been selfish for not thinking that you didn't suffer as well." The way those hands pressed against him felt utterly good. To a fault, it eased some of the tension in his body. "I figured that you were just some cold-blooded criminal and murderer. Not once had I ever questioned what kind of life you were forced to endure growing up."
His lover's abrupt statement gave Chrollo pause, and he raised an eyebrow. Now that was something he didn't think he would ever hear. Naturally, he never expected sympathy from others, but to get that from Kurapika? To say he wasn't flattered and a bit glad would be a total lie.
"While I am not entirely surprised you thought of me that way," Chrollo began as he resumed stroking and rubbing Kurapika's back, "I also cannot say that I don't blame you for once having an unsavory opinion of me. The things I've done and continue to do will make anyone think that way."
And it wasn't only that. Like Kurapika, the past, too, haunted him. Some of the things he did Chrollo housed no regrets for, while others…
He could not undo what had already been done, but to ensure a better future, he had to move on.
There were certain mistakes he would never repeat, yet, he vowed to atone for his sins; however, he had to. At least, for Kurapika's sake.
Deep down, Chrollo believed it was the same for Kurapika. Neither of them was any different and were more alike than not. It was another reason they were so drawn to one another.
"How you are now doesn't weigh at all on how I feel about you." He spoke after a moment of silence and drank the rest of his beer before focusing on Chrollo again. "While I do understand your nature and that you cannot just stop being who you are, I've come to accept it. I may still blame you for what happened to my clan, but I also know you truly regret what you've done." This time, Kurapika extended his hand to let his fingertips softly touch his lover's cheek. "Chrollo, you have shown me that you are not a heartless murderer, but a human with a heart and soul. It's what made me fall in love with you."
His confession had almost thrown Chrollo for a loop, and for one who rarely ever shown his vulnerable side, he did so for Kurapika. "It truly makes me grateful to hear you say that." He responded, but quietly, his voice almost a purr. "There are only so many ways I can express how truly sorry I am for everything I have done, and I still vow to make it up to you somehow."
So sweet. It was all too surreal, and Kurapika was almost at a loss for words. He let a smile form over his rosy lips, and for once, there was nothing but tranquility.
Another thing his mother had been right about was the aspect of finding peace, but with Chrollo.
"You don't have to worry, love," Kurapika cooed and then allowed his fingers glide up and into Chrollo's soft, raven locks, "I trust that you will." He let the tips move freely through those strands, the sensation very soothing. "And like I said, I'm sure I'll forgive you eventually, but what will never change is the fact that I love you."
Kurapika let his hand fall away, but only to caress down the side of Chrollo's head, neck then over those broad shoulders. His lover was beyond gorgeous and sexy as hell. The man's stormy grey eyes were fascinating as well as mesmerizing, even his voice had a way of making Kurapika melt.
Everything about Chrollo had a way of gripping him, even the man's firm, yet chiseled body.
Maybe he didn't want to admit it, but not only was he emotionally attracted to Chrollo, but physically and sexually as well.
The way Kurapika touched him was beyond pleasing, and Chrollo let his eyes slip closed for a moment. "One day, I am sure you will." He whispered, and he kissed the inside of Kurapika's wrist as the younger man's hand moved down, the sensation causing him to shiver slightly. "And I will always love you, Kurapika," Chrollo finalized, the rhythm of his heart now resounding in his ears. The way it beat was to every syllable of his lover's name.
Neither of them continued talking for some time before the sound of one of the horses baying caught their attention. Kurapika pulled his hand away and proceeded to toss the can into one of the few bags they were carrying. As he did so, Chrollo started gathering their things.
"Probably best we get moving again." He said and stood up.
"Not going to argue with that," Kurapika conferred and rose himself before heading back towards the horses. Of course, he wasn't looking forward to getting in the saddle again, but they needed to get to Odaria and soon.
Once he reached the brown mare, Kurapika gave her a reassuring pat before climbing onto her back again. Then, Kurapika glanced back over his shoulder and noticed his lover had already done the same.
Chrollo's dark stallion came up beside him. "Ready angel?" He smiled.
"Very much so." And with that, they were both moving again.
The vibrant colors of twilight had just begun to accent the area when Odaria came into view. Multitudes of lights flickered in the distance from the many small fires that burned on top of wooden poles surrounding the village. Stars filled the sky with the setting of the sun.
Hours had passed since they had resumed traveling, and as such, Chrollo just started to feel the onset of weariness. From the looks of his lover, he felt the same.
Chrollo gently guided his horse in the direction of the border, each step taken was another that brought them closer to their destination. Although their method of travel had been the best recourse, Chrollo now understood how Kurapika felt.
To say he was tired of the saddle would be an understatement.
Thankfully, it had only taken them less than thirty minutes to reach the edge of Odaria. Before they knew it, he and Kurapika were finally passing beneath the gates that led inside the village.
Almost immediately, the natives who were wandering about or still busy finishing the chores of the day had stopped to watch them as they passed by. Chrollo assumed that not many travelers visited the place.
"We don't see too many strangers in these parts." A voice called them just as they both came to a stop. Chrollo turned to see an elderly gentleman wearing overalls who appeared grizzled by years watching them. One of the man's arthritic-looking hands stroked through his modest white beard.
Chrollo paused for a moment while appearing thoughtful, and he quickly peered at Kurapika from over his shoulder before facing the elderly man again. "We're just passing through," he began and smiled the best he could despite being exhausted from traveling, "and plan to only stay for a few days. My partner and I are taking a trip cross country to see the sights." He paused a moment before resuming. "May I ask where the nearest inn might be?"
The man observed them as he continued stroking through his beard. Strangers in Odaria were uncommon, and he hadn't seen any in quite a few months.
Still, he grinned from behind the fluff covering his lip. "Sounds interesting." He responded and turned slightly to gaze at Kurapika. "Don't get a lot of tourists, especially youngins. If it's the sights you're looking for, or perhaps wanting some peace and quiet, then you've come to the right place." Again he paused as his attention then landed on the dirt street in front of him that lead further into Odaria. "As for a place to rest your head, I'd have to say The Maiden's Song would be your best bet."
Those silver eyes drifted back to him, and Chrollo did his best to keep his demeanor as friendly as possible. Fortunately, it appeared the people of Odaria were just as polite as those he and Kurapika came across in Dalry.
Luckily enough, news of their bank heist hadn't reached the village, which he was grateful for even though no one knows that it was the infamous Genei Ryodan who committed the act.
It made Chrollo pleased by that notion.
"You're probably right-" He commented, then trailed off.
"Name's Byron m'boy. Byron Wright." The man responded gleefully.
"Thank you, Mr. Wright." Chrollo bowed from his horse and smiled. "But yes. Odaria seems to be the type of atmosphere needed. We will definitely take what you said into consideration."
Byron's eyes softened as he waved a hand dismissively. "No problem. I'm happy to oblige."
Kurapika remained quiet as he watched the exchange, but as usual, Chrollo was overly ostentatious when talking to strangers. The act made him roll his eyes.
Regardless of how he felt, Kurapika remained patient, although, to an extent, he wanted to choke Chrollo. His horse pranced anxiously as if the mare was mirroring his current mood.
The horse's movement had quickly caught his lover's attention.
Chrollo cleared his throat absently. "Well, we should probably get going, but thanks again for your assistance. You've been a huge help." He added and guided the stallion into the direction Byron had pointed them to. If they lingered any longer, he was sure Kurapika would chastise him. The blond was a force to be reckoned with when angry.
"Any time. I hope you enjoy your stay while in Odaria," Byron spoke as they started to trot off.
Silence fell between them as they continued riding through the dirt road towards the inn, and it wasn't until Kurapika came up beside his horse that he could see the annoyance in the Kurta's eyes.
He was prepared for the verbal onslaught.
"Always have to lay the charm on thick, don't you?" Kurapika quipped once they were out of earshot of the old man. "You can never just act normal." His eyes locked intently with Chrollo's.
The comment surprised him, but Chrollo merely grinned. "You know how it is." He watched his lover carefully, but much to his astonishment, Kurapika didn't appear as miffed as he had initially anticipated. "At least it keeps people from suspecting that we aren't simply tourists," Chrollo added factually.
Kurapika's lips thinned, but despite his lover's theatrics, he couldn't denounce what Chrollo said. "Perhaps you're right. Just don't get too carried away."
Amusement etched Chrollo's features as a result. He half expected Kurapika to put up more resistance, but the lack thereof only enhanced his grin. "That is something you don't have to worry about," Chrollo assured.
Something in his words made Kurapika shoot his lover a side-ways glance as he figured the older man was exaggerating, but he fell silent anyway. Chrollo had unusual habits, and bizarre quirks that he knew would never change. Expecting otherwise would be futile.
Instead, Kurapika shook his head and continued following Chrollo to the inn.
A short time later, and after boarding their horses at a nearby stable, they were both standing inside the old room that was given to them.
Kurapika removed his cloak and laid it over one of the two wooden chairs before going to sit on the side of the large, canopy bed that sat in the center. He inspected it critically before decisively taking off his shoes. While they had ridden horseback for most of the way, his feet still hurt. Kurapika grumbled while rubbing them. He was vaguely aware of the bed dipping beside him.
"Here, let me help you," Chrollo ushered softly, and he gingerly took one of the Kurta's feet between his fingers as he massaged it tenderly.
While it was abrupt, Kurapika offered no resistance, and he lowered himself against the bed, the cotton sheets soft against his back. "Well, I didn't see this coming, but it feels nice." He muttered then grunted when Chrollo hit a particularly tender spot.
Chrollo raised an eyebrow at him, a partial grin appearing on his face. "Nothing I do should come off as surprising." His fingers worked meticulously over the younger man's arch and heel as he paid particular attention to the stiff muscles. "You know that I will do anything for you."
The veneration made Kurapika snort, but in reality, he was extremely appreciative. Being so generous wasn't something he suspected to be in Chrollo's nature, yet, the older man was ready to cross the ocean and climb every mountain for him. Kurapika never felt so important, so illustrious. It was true when Chrollo claimed he was special.
For most of his life, Kurapika believed himself to be insignificant, but to have someone value him so, it nearly made his heart burst with gratitude.
"I know," Kurapika breathed then closed his eyes, "and it's something I am thankful for."
His confession made Chrollo's grin spread further. "I'm glad to hear that." He responded and began to work even more firmly along Kurapika's foot. It never ceased to amaze him just how abusive his lover was on his own body.
Chrollo kept on with his ministrations for so long that he had completely lost track of time. When he realized exactly how late it had gotten, darkness had since settled over the village. Even Kurapika appeared to have fallen asleep during the massage as his lover's breathing was slow and even.
It was no wonder that Kurapika had passed out as the younger man was obviously tired from their extensive journey. Though, what bothered Chrollo was the fact that the beginnings of dark circles had started to form beneath Kurapika's eyes again.
He frowned at the notion, but rather than allow himself to become inordinately stressed over Kurapika's health, Chrollo carefully pulled the covers up over his partner's body before stripping down to his boxers and climbing into the bed beside Kurapika.
Gently, he leaned over to kiss his lover's temple before flipping the light out. They still had so much to do ahead of them.
After Thoughts: I finally got to do something I had wanted to do for a while now. The idea of Chrollo and Kurapika traveling from one location to the next via horseback had been an aspect I'd been itching to write for the longest. I figured since their next destination is quite isolated (think of the Kurta village in Lusko), using horses to reach it was the best decision. And it let me write the scene that was sitting in the back of my mind for /ages/ now. :O I totally had a lot of fun with it.
Also, couldn't let the scene go without the boys getting a little frisky, now could we? 😉😉 I am going to continue spacing out smut scenes to keep a decent balance of that and the actual plot even, but it hasn't stunted my desire to let them get a bit wild along the way. LOL
Things are also heating up and there will be some pretty heavy stuff coming up in the next few chapters, so there is that as well. 😀