Author's Notes:

PAIRINGS: Leorio/Kurapika (Leopika).

RATING: Mature. Sexual content.

SPOILERS? Yes, until chapter 390 of the Hunter x Hunter manga by Yoshihiro Togashi. You may want to click off until you've caught up with the Succession War Arc, or have decided that you don't care. I do attempt to explain the context for the uninitiated.


Chapter 43: Unparalleled level, insurmountable plane

They're both silent as Kurapika drives them to his house.

Fearful that the pounding of his heart is audible beyond his own ears, Leorio starts fiddling with the radio, twisting the dial from station to station.

Kurapika's hand settles over Leorio's on the dial. At first Leorio presumes that Kurapika is trying to stop him from generating all this unseemly crackling noise, but Kurapika waits until Leorio selects a station — one playing a jingle about laundry detergent, as if Leorio has only been coasting the airwaves to pinpoint this particularly screechy advertisement — before intertwining his fingers with Leorio's. Kurapika then rests their joined hands over his own lap.

If Leorio's heartbeat was loud before, it's hammering to the high heavens now. Good thing that the catchy tune about detergent is followed promptly by a somber infomercial on pimple cream. God knows that it's impossible to listen to anything else over the science of plugged follicles and pustules.

Leorio wants to tune into another station, but he doesn't dare move an inch. He can't bear to break away from Kurapika's hold on his hand, especially when Kurapika is smiling so serenely, as if absolutely everything — inclusive of laundry detergent and pimple cream — is right in his world.


When they arrive at Kurapika's place, Kurapika asks Leorio if he wants to have a cigarette first before heading in.

Leorio shakes his head. "I quit smoking a long time ago. Let's get inside."

"Impatient, are we?"

Leorio has been yearning for years for this moment. Not even his nerves can hold him back from getting what he wants, now that they're here. It's Leorio who reaches for Kurapika's hand this time. "Show me your bedroom."

Kurapika leads Leorio there. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Kurapika stares up at Leorio, who remains standing in front of him.

"Do you want to, Leorio?"

Leorio pats Kurapika on the head. "What do you think? You think I came all the way here just to be your little spoon tonight?"

Kurapika licks his lips and starts to palm Leorio's crotch over his slacks. "You can change your mind whenever you want, okay?"

Enough of this preamble. Leorio bends over to peel off Kurapika's clothes, layer by layer, greedy as can be to see all of Kurapika again. As Kurapika's underwear is yanked from his legs, Leorio sighs in satisfaction. Finally. Fucking finally.

Leorio pauses to drink in the sight of Kurapika — fully naked, fully open, equally eager for more — and feels his own building arousal straining against his boxers.

Leorio endeavors to strip off his own clothes as quickly as possible. As Leorio is fumbling with his socks, Kurapika reaches for a condom from his bedside drawer and rips the packet open with his teeth.

Kurapika pulls Leorio toward him by his now bare thighs. Using his lips, Kurapika sheathes the rubber over Leorio's stiff cock.

Kurapika's brown eyes glaze over as Leorio's dick fills his mouth and hits the back of his throat. And that's it. That's enough to drive Leorio over the edge. As much as he might savor the sight and sensation of Kurapika sucking him off, Leorio feels like he might spontaneously combust if he can't possess Kurapika as soon as possible.

Leorio shoves Kurapika down on the bed and jumps on top of him. He parts Kurapika's legs so that he can prepare him for penetration.

The manifest hunger in Kurapika's eyes, as Leorio scissors his fingers inside him to loosen him up, is rapidly wearing Leorio's patience thin. Leorio buries his face against Kurapika's neck in the hopes that this partial sensory deprivation can stem his growing need.

No good. Kurapika's soft gasping, as Leorio's fingers insistently delve and spread him open, is only making Leorio's erection ache.

Leorio meets Kurapika's eyes again. "I can't wait a second longer. I have to have you. Right now."

"I want you too, Leorio. Come on. Give it to me."

Even though Leorio eases in as slowly as his boundless lust will permit him, Kurapika is extremely tight. Leorio wants to weep from this pleasure — from this inimitable sensation of penetrating this beauty beneath him again, after years of being apart — but Leorio forces himself to cool down his overheated head. He needs to check on Kurapika first.

"I feel like I might be hurting you," Leorio says. "Do you want me to pull out?"

Kurapika locks his ankles over Leorio's back. "Don't. Don't pull out. I can take it."

But there's a certain class of breathlessness in Kurapika's voice that casts doubt on this claim. Leorio examines Kurapika's face in an attempt to detect possible flickers of pain.

Kurapika flashes a reassuring smile at him. "I'm okay, Leorio. More than okay. Feels so fucking incredible, feeling my tiny hole straining to fit how enormous you are."

Leorio groans. "Stop that. I'm going to lose control if you talk dirty to me like that."

"But that's exactly what I want. I'm trying to get you to lose control and fuck me senseless. Am I that obvious?"

"Well, stop trying. I won't feel good about this if I'm the only one feeling good." Leorio reaches around to rub Kurapika's lower back in a comforting manner. "What's wrong, Kurapika? Talk to me."

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just . . . a little rusty, shall we say? It's been a long time since I've had anyone inside me."

"A long time? How long are we talking about here?"

Kurapika takes a second to think about this. "Eleven months, at least."

Leorio stares, struggling to process this information. Almost a year . . .?

Kurapika smiles ruefully at Leorio's obvious confusion. "Shocking for someone with libido like mine, I know. I just had other things in mind, I suppose."

"Other things? Like what?"

"I've been painting pictures for the walls. Cooking dinner for friends. Learning to garden. Then for the past two months . . . working up the courage to ask out the owner of this gorgeous face." Kurapika's fingers stroke the dark scruff lining Leorio's jaw. "You know, even if Chairman Yorkshire hadn't caved in to my repeated requests to call that meeting, I would have found you somehow, sooner or later. I've been dreaming of holding you like this again."

More than anything, Leorio wants to kiss Kurapika on the mouth at this moment, but he knows he shouldn't. Kurapika wouldn't want that, would he? When there's kissing, there are feelings involved. That's what Kurapika told him before.

Misinterpreting Leorio's expression as a renewal of urgency, Kurapika's legs squeeze around Leorio's waist to encourage him. "Time to move, Leorio," he murmurs. "Time to make us both feel good. I'm ready for you now."

As requested, Leorio begins to move. Even though it's been years, Leorio still remembers every sensitive spot inside Kurapika — each one eternally etched into his brain when he first was blessed with the opportunity to explore this exquisite body. Leorio is gratified as he sees Kurapika writhing underneath him, whimpering as Leorio thoroughly works him into submission with his cock.

While Leorio continues to rotate his hips, he sucks on Kurapika's cute pink nipples, tonguing them until they harden. Leorio's right hand then takes over, teasing the stiff nubs relentlessly.

Leorio lets his left hand travel to Kurapika's hair, fisting the golden strands before he leans in to kiss Kurapika's ear. Kurapika immediately tries to twist away his head, but Leorio won't let him escape. With the tip of his tongue, Leorio traces every crevice, alternating between both ears. He observes in fascination as gradients of pink and red flood gradually over Kurapika's face, soon seeping over to his neck.

Kurapika presses his lips together, but the pleasure peeps out from him before long, beyond his control. He gives up trying to hold himself back and moans openly. "Leorio! Too intense!"

"Should I stop?" Leorio mumbles against Kurapika's ear.

"Nghh. No. Never stop. Will you keep doing this to me forever?"

"Forever," Leorio repeats. The word drops like a stone from Leorio's mouth, flips some buried switch in his head.

Leorio seizes Kurapika's hips, and with a single twisting motion, turns him over to his stomach. Before Kurapika can even catch his breath — or catch up to this sudden change — Leorio begins nailing him roughly from behind.

The squishing noises of Leorio's dick, as it brutally slides in and out of Kurapika's ass, drown out every last rational thought in Leorio's brain. Tight. So damn tight. Such delicious friction as Leorio crams his cock into this pinhole-narrow orifice that stretches obediently to accommodate his girth. Try as he might to repress it, Leorio can't help a groan from escaping his lips every time he sinks inside.

Kurapika grips the sheets as Leorio pummels out cries from him with every forceful thrust. While Leorio enjoys these sexy sounds that Kurapika is making, he won't rest until Kurapika is truly shouting for him.

Leorio slots a pillow underneath Kurapika's torso to keep him in position before he shoves in again — harder and deeper now — and continues amping up the pace until Kurapika's body is bouncing helplessly beneath this onslaught. Kurapika clutches the pillow for dear life as Leorio drills into him without mercy or respite.

There's the screaming that Leorio has been waiting for. His name, loud and clear and desperate in Kurapika's pretty voice. Kurapika is hoarse by the time he ejaculates, violently, against the pillow.

Leorio bites down on Kurapika's shoulder — not hard enough for the skin to bleed, but not soft enough that it probably won't bruise later — just before he drives deep inside and comes to his own climax.

Lost in bliss, Leorio lies slumped over Kurapika, who is panting hard over the pillow. It takes a moment before Leorio finally achieves enough clarity of mind to tug out his cock, eliciting a weak hiss from Kurapika. Leorio sits up and flings his used condom into the trash can before he lies down again.

With a dazed smile on his face, Kurapika scoots close to Leorio's chest. "Amazing, Leorio. You're a thousand times more amazing than I remember. I can't comprehend how good you feel inside me. I want to go again. I want to keep going with you until the sun rises. Just give me a minute to ride out my high, okay?"

Kurapika presses his ear against Leorio's heart, then says nothing more.

Leorio silently counts to sixty then checks on Kurapika, more than ready for that promised second round. But all of a sudden, Kurapika is sound asleep.

As he watches Kurapika's peaceful slumber, Leorio's mind wanders. Since leaving the Dark Continent, Leorio has made love to dozens of different partners — women, men, and those falling between or beyond such constraints. Sure, it was interesting, sometimes even fun, getting acquainted with such a rich variety of bodies. Feeling the texture of their hair. Surveying the canvas of scars on their skin. Listening as they giggled, as they grunted, as they goaded him into giving them more.

Leorio got out there and tried, and tried, and tried. But nothing ever satisfied him. Not really. Not like this. Nothing can even come close. With Kurapika, the experience is just different, isn't it? Leorio can't explain it. Incomprehensible, as Kurapika called it. Kurapika's body moves Leorio on some unparalleled level, on some otherwise insurmountable plane. Kurapika's voice shouting his name hits Leorio's ears in a different way.

But can Leorio simply give in to these irrational feelings? Can he let himself get carried away like this, buoyed by the afterglow of their admittedly amazing sex?

Leorio gets up and puts on his clothes. He leaves without a backward glance.