DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HXH.
BETA READER: NONE.
Chapter 5:A Starting Point.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Kurapika nervously pressed a button on an elevator inside a tall building. He was in one of the biggest hotel and apartment tower in York Shin. He couldn't stop thinking how come a renowned thief like Kuroro Lucifer managed to check in in this place. Well, it wasn't like he cared. He just went there to see the man and spend some time with him to acquire another pair on his clan's eyes.
The elevator almost reached the highest floor when it stopped to the floor where Kurapika was intending to go. As the elevator's door opened, the Kuruta glimpsed a huge door not that far from him. He realized he that was on the apartments' floor.
"Hi," Kuroro Lucifer wrapped in a bathrobe casually greeted. Kurapika looked blandly at him. The truth was he was feeling so nervous and embarrassed. He didn't know exactly how to react so he just looked at the man venomously.
He did know that what he was doing was definitely wrong. What was he doing in this place? Why did he reply on the Spider head's message? The kid mulled so many times about the matter. He decided to accept the deal no matter how mad it was. But still, it was the Genei Ryodan leader he was talking about, and this was certainly no ordinary matter. He was scared. Out of place.
He wasn't sure if he could really do this.
"I told you to contact me once you wake up." Kuroro said while leading the blond to a couch. Kurapika felt horribly pissed off at the man's sneer at him.
"I don't remember being obliged to obey any of your words."
Kuroro turned to look at the fuming boy, Kurapika sharpened his glare to the man in return. Kuroro merely smirked at him.
"Good, you've regained your health after those days, you even actually replied right after I sent the message. You really are desperate." Kuroro contemplated while walking towards a bar. The place seemed to be an apartment unit. There was a huge living room completed with wall-sized glass windows and a small bar on a corner. Kuroro took a wine glass that was dangling up on the bar. There was a wine bottle and another wine glass on the bar, half-filled with the red liquor. Kuroro poured some of the drink to the empty glass, almost filling the entire goblet.
"Or maybe... you actually liked my performance, and you're craving for another one"
"Shut the hell up and stop talking nonsense; I'm here for the eyes, nothing more- nothing less," Kurapika spat as he forced himself to take a seat on the couch while the creep upon hearing the man's banter was seeping on his very skin.
Kuroro chuckled as he provoked the boy. "Hey, calm down," he strode towards Kurapika and handed him the goblet.
"No. Thanks." Kurapika abruptly declined.
"I'm telling you to take it, Kurapika. Believe me; this will help you a lot. I doubt if you can stand everything with your full consciousness. Come on," Kuroro moved the wine glass nearer to the blond, urging him to take it.
Kurapika closed his eyes in annoyance upon seeing the man's point. He opened them after some seconds, let out a sigh then seized the glass that was being offered to him. He hastily drank the liquor all at once. He noted how it smelled good, its nice taste and how the warmth soothed on his throat. The boy suddenly felt dizzy and hot.
"Take it easy, kid. Want more?"
"Fine," Kurapika threw the glass to Kuroro. The man effortlessly caught the thing, noting a slight, adorable blush on the kid's cheeks. Even his sudden, little hiccup.
"Is this place rented?" Kurapika asked out of nowhere.
"No. I bought it two days ago," Kuroro responded while pouring more wine on Kurapika's glass.
"Don't tell me you bought this just because of this..." he faltered.
"Yeah. I bought this for you."
The liquor was taking over Kurapika.
"So you're some sort of a sugar daddy now, huh?"
"If you want to call me like that, I don't mind," Kuroro handed another shot to the blond.
Kurapika took the glass. "So you're really serious about this?" He drank half of the glass' contents.
"Yes, I am," Kuroro took a sip on his own drink.
"Don't expect me to stay in here for long. I don't care about this place or your seriousness about this madness. Stop fooling around and let's just get this over with." Kurapika finished the remaining wine in one gulp.
"Aww, you missed me so much, you can wait no more?"
As Kuroro finished shooting another taunt, Kurapika fiercely threw the goblet to the man. He aimed for the Spider head's face, but Kuroro easily caught the thing again.
"You're such a reckless and hot-headed kid." Kuroro slowly finished his own wine. Once he put the glasses on the bar, while still feeling Kurapika's glower, he teasingly said with a sinister smirk.
"You're seriously turning me on."
Kurapika's eyes widened. The Spider head was really fast. The boy caught only a glimpse when Kuroro suddenly materialized a book in his hand. Next thing he knew, his face was just an inch to the man's. Kuroro was already sitting next to him on the couch. He casually placed a hand on Kurapika's shoulder then possessively snaked an arm on his waist, then firmly clutched his hipbone, as though he was doing this every day.
Kuroro touched the boy's cheek from behind to angle his face nearer to his. He couldn't help but admire Kurapika's pale face, now flushing hard, along with his widened eyes that were slightly turning red. He hungrily looked at them.
"Let's get stared, then?"
With his eyes half-opened, Kuroro witnessed how Kurapika's eyes widened more, and it totally turned scarlet as he casually reached for those familiar sweet and soft lips. Everything on Kurapika tensed up. He had to hold his breath as Kuroro started to nibble his lips; his tongue was forcing its way to reach for Kurapika's. One of his hands lingered on the boy's hair, he gently pulled it downward to angle his face, yet pushing it hard to his own lips to deepen the kiss. Kurapika opted to close his eyes so tight as Kuroro's tongue started to explore him. He tried to breath properly no matter how his heart pound hard on his chest and how he was feeling so hot because of the wine. Or maybe because of something else.
Kuroro playfully lapped the kid's lips, his hand that was on the his waist had started to move. It stroked affectionately back and forth first on the hip, before it mischievously slid between the boy's thighs. He felt the boy's gasped. Kurapika folded his arms in front of him and the man, but was hastily proven useless as Kuroro slowly ran his arm down on his back to pull his closer, if possible. Kuroro's kiss went deeper to the point that he had bit Kurapika's lips. He earned an involuntary moan from the boy, and the Kuruta actually moved his hands to push the man slightly away by placing them in his chest.
Kuroro craved for more of this.
"H-" Kurapika managed to break the kiss as he pushed the man away. But Kuroro cut his word short by instigating another one. Kurapika pushed the man away again, harder this time, to finish what he'd meant to say.
"H-Hey, stop― stop biting my lips," Kurapika mumbled rapidly when he got the chance.
"What?" Kuroro impatiently snapped.
"My lips would swell if you kiss too much," the boy limply said. He was feeling dizzy because of the wine.
"So what?"
"I got work tomorrow. The last thing I want my employer to see is my lips swelling."
"Damn... Okay fine." Kuroro angrily shoved Kurapika's arms that were on the way to get his body closer to him. He tipped his lips on the boy's cheek while firming his hand on the back of Kurapika's neck. Then he passionately ran his lips on the boy's neck down to his shoulder.
His other hand took the boy's hands back and placed them on his shoulders to gesture him to snake them around his neck.
"Hey, do you― "a hiccup. "... Do you have a decent bedroom? I-I don't want here. What if someone came?"
Kuroro stopped nibbling the blond's neck, fixed a gaze on his collar, and started to unbutton the boy's shirt (he was wearing a casual brown shirt and black pants, instead of his tribal attire). "Don't worry. I bought the whole floor. This place is sound-proof as well, you can moan and scream whenever you want. And it'll be so easy to detect if someone's coming through their auras." The man peeled the cloth off of the boy before capturing his lips. He reached for his neck again and nlicked that pale, sensitive skin. Kurapika slightly pushed him away again.
"Don't― don't do that. Don't... don't leave any marks there." Another hiccup.
"I got it," Kuroro could understand what the boy wanted him not to do. So he started to shift the scene to the climax.
Kurapika was surely drunk. He didn't do much when Kuroro pushed him to the side of the couch. The sofa's arm served as his pillow. The blond ran both of his hands on his forehead and slumped his back on the couch, feeling really nauseous. His breath was heavy, and turned harsher, when he felt Kuroro unzipped his pants.
Kuroro held all of the control. The wine was successfully cutting Kurapika's hold on himself. He was fully aware of what was happening. But he couldn't work to stop it. The alcohol had been entirely ruining everything on his mind― he wasn't sure if he should be happy or not.
The Spider head pulled the pants off the blond before rapidly shrugging his bathrobe off. He topped on the kid's bared body, kissed him on the lips before running his own down to the boy's neck, chest, down to one of his nipples. Kurapika let out a yelp.
And it stirred the senses inside the Kuruta.
"Wait― wait a second! Let me go!" Kurapika roughly pushed the man away. Astounded, Kuroro had to ask.
"What's the matter?"
"I can't... I can't do it. I change my mind. I'm sorry... I really can't do it."
"What?"
"I can't!" Kurapika shouted. "This is not right― this is not me! I can't do this thing. I have to go, I'm sorry." Kurapika composed himself and took his shirt behind him. He was picking his pants that Kuroro threw on the floor up when a rough hand pulled his wrist.
"I don't think so." Kuroro seriously and angrily said.
Kurapika looked at his face, and he couldn't help but flinch as Kuroro's angry eyes bored into his.
"You went bravely here, then you turned me on, then you'll change your mind and back-out? What do you think of me?"
"I told you, I CAN'T DO IT! I really can't! I'm... I'm s-scared. This is not right. Nothing in here does make any sense! We're both guys, for heaven's sake. We're mortal enemies. There's no way I'll let you touch and caress me as though we're on some sort of relationship. This is―"
"This is not about what's right or wrong!" Kuroro grounded out. "It's not about any sense. What we're doing now is definitely nonsense. We're just using each other for our own good. This is not about relationship, or feelings, or gender, or whatsoever. It's all about what you could give to me and what I could give to you. Your friends and my comrades are out of this. Your past and mine are out of this. Once we're done, once you leave this place, once I get what I want from you, everything would be back to normal. We will act as though nothing happened. Accept the truth: Your dignity and sense of justice won't help you in gaining you clan's eyes. You'll use me and I'll use you. And it ends there."
Kurapika couldn't hide his nervousness upon hearing the man's sudden uproar.
"Look, believe it or not, I can understand you. I know... you're just scared and nervous. That's normal. But it doesn't mean that you'll turn your back when you feel like it. Think about your family's eyes."
Kurapika couldn't calm himself down. His heart just wouldn't stop doing these horrible drum rolls. Shuddering a bit, he buried his face in his hands. He clutched his own hair, hoping it would cease the pain, the confusion, the lost, and the nausea from his head.
"Okay then," Kuroro regarded. "We'll take everything slowly and easy from now on. You don't have to do anything yet. Let me do everything for tonight. Just forget all else for now. Empty your mind. Forget everything and think about the eyes. Got it?"
The man saw how the Kuruta forced himself to convince his mind to do what he said. Unknown to him, Kurapika was working so hard to hold back his tears.
"O-Okay, I'll try. Just... Just be a bit gentle," Kurapika heaved a deep sigh as he mumbled. He let his hands fall on his lap, his eyes held a softer tone of scarlet.
Having another chance, Kuroro waste no time. He hastily wrapped his arms back on Kurapika and sweetly kissed his cheek. Kurapika slowly faced the man, and Kuroro so did. He reached for his lips to resume his business earlier, brushing his own on them thrice before deepening it. Unconsciously, Kurapika snaked his arms around the man's neck, and that roused the man more. Kuroro pushed the Kuruta's back on the couch once again without breaking their kiss.
The man continued his attempt to arouse the reluctant boy. He reached for one of his nipples and licked it. Kurapika detached his arms from the man and placed the back of one of his hands to his eyes to cover them. He bit his lower lip as Kuroro started treating the other one. Forcing himself to do what the man said, he tried to empty his brain, free from anything. The man was right about the wine. It helped a lot as the blond felt hotter and heedless.
It was then when he realized that he was catching his breath. He tightly closed his eyes and braced himself for what would happen next. He bit his lower lip a little harder as something warm tipped his member― and flinched as Kuroro started to suck slightly. He covered his eyes with a palm to escape shame, and swore that he would never open them until this insanity came to its end.
Something thin and long cut through his entrance as Kuroro started to prepare him― that was a little unexpected to Kurapika since the man didn't do that on their very first time. He almost yelped as the familiar pain shot all over him again. He attempted to close his folded, parted legs but a rough hand clasped one of his knees to stop it. It parted them again instead. Preventing the boy's legs to close, the rough hand tightened its hold on his knee. Kuroro pulled out his finger only to enter him again, adding another one this time.
He wasn't able to hold his gasp.
"It's alright. Let out the sounds. It might ease the pain and emotions," the man advised.
"Do you REALLY expect me to do that, bastard!?"
"I don't expect you to do it." The man drew back his fingers and entered quickly again. And as he drew them back once more, he settled himself firmly between the boy's legs, under his hip, and replaced the fingers with something else.
"Aargh!" Kurapika groaned in pain. "Damn it! You said you'll be easy!"
"This is my easiest, kid. I can't change my own size."
"O-Ouch..." the blond breathed as Kuroro penetrated deeper. The man started to thrust slowly, trying to create a pace. Kurapika's breath started to get harsher as well. He could feel how his eyes had started to water. He was feeling so dizzy, and out of control, his eyes turned scarlet brighter.
Kuroro's speed increased. The Kuruta could hear the man's audible pant. Or probably it was his own― he couldn't tell anymore.
"Will you slow it down! It really hurts!" Kurapika's legs slightly twisted against Kuroro's sides.
"Sorry."
Kurapika frowned at that. Did he heard that right? Probably he did, because Kuroro actually slowed himself down. Their skins brushed slower, yet it was still really painful for the boy.
"Nnnn..." the boy mumbled an unexpected sound. Kuroro saw that kid's hands balled into tight fists.
"Clutch your hands on me if you want."
"What- AH!" a yelp. "WHAT!?"
"Come on― don't wound yourself. Hold on to me."
Kurapika was astounded with Kuroro's out-of-the-blue concern for him. But he thought of something, so he did what he was told.
He clasped his hands on Kuroro's hard arms. The Spider head was still holding his speed. Kurapika let out some more gasps and moans, totally losing his hold on himself. He noted that letting out his groans somehow lessened the overwhelming emotions that were flooding out of his heart. He felt feverish. He dug his nails deeper on Kuroro's muscles to share some of his pain to the man.
More moments passed. It was like Kuroro wasn't growing tired. He kept himself moving passionately. And no matter how odd it was for Kurapika to think about it, he couldn't deny one thing.
Kuroro Lucifer was... good... in what he was currently doing.
"Whoa," Kuroro breathed when he suddenly slowed and stopped after some time that seemed like― forever.
"That was awesome. You're excellent for a beginner, kid." he complimented.
"Shut up and GO TO HELL!" Kurapika incredulously shot to the man's taunt. He opened his eyes to witness the same, familiar sick smirk gracing on his face. Kuroro's smirk graced wider as Kurapika's bright scarlet eyes bored to his dark ones. He topped over the boy again and stole a quick kiss from his lips.
"I'm fine with that, as long as you're going with me."
"You EVIL! I swear I'll drag you o the deepest level of hell and I'll serve you the worst revenge that you can never imagine!" Kurapika cursed.
"I'll look forward to that," with that, he captured the boy's lips one last time.
Kurapika roughly pushed the man away from him. His head abruptly swam in dizziness because of it. He screwed his eyes in concentration to turn his scarlet eyes off. He opted to lay his aching back and hips on the couch to rest them.
Still breathless, he felt the man stood up from the couch. He curled himself against the warm seat, the leather, comfy surface of it served a temporary warmth for his bared body. Everything on him hurt. Specially his goddamn head. So he tried to calm himself, slowly opened his eyes to see if they were back to their normal hue. They were. But he really felt startled when a thick white sheet hovered over him.
Kuroro covered him with a blanket.
"Sleep for a while, you need it. I'll prepare the eyes. I believe you got the bank book with you. I'll make some coffee. Have some rest if you want. Clear?" the man ordered him again, and it pissed him so much. But he was feeling so tired to retort. He just rolled his eyes then grabbed the blanket closer to his face.
"Good. What time do I have to wake you up?"
"Don't bother. I'll just take a nap while waiting for the eyes. I'll go out of here once I got them."
"Fine."
The conversation came to its end as Kurapika heard how Kuroro's footsteps retreated away. He heard a door closed next.
It was weird, Kurapika pondered. He slept for more than a day just some hours ago. But he was feeling so sleepy already. Yet his mind was fully awake. He actually even wondered if his brain could possibly take a rest. But his body was feeling so oddly tired. He couldn't believe it. He never thought that a sex... a good sex could be as tiring as hell.
Kurapika's eyes snapped.
What was that!? Where the hell did that idea come from? Did he really thought that their painful intimacy was good? Oh, goodness' sake. Kuroro Lucifer was an evil disguising in a handsome, ruthless murdered and thief. He was a monster, either in real life or in bed. He couldn't even be gentle. He was doing everything for his own good, claiming every little thing that he liked. And even if the man was good in bed, or in any aspect of his life, he was still the bastard head of the murderers who killed his family. With that in mind, he promised that he would bring the worst out of that demon, one day.
He still got a long, busy day tomorrow ahead. Luckily, his lips weren't swelling. He needed to rest for the next day.
He wondered what was taking the man so long. He badly wanted to get a proper sleep. He had to go back to Dmitri's manor.
Kurapika slightly pushed the blanket away from his neck. He was feeling hot. He could still feel the warmth from Kuroro's lips, how it touched and brushed against his skin, and how it brought chills that enough to freeze his core. The warmth slowly crept on his cheeks as the thought swirled on his mind.
This was bad.
He must sleep. Tomorrow would be another day. It was normal to feel hot after their activity. But it would be insane if he would think about the man while feeling that way. Pinning a note that he had to wake up after ten minutes, the Kuruta let his mind drift to sleep.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
P.S.
Aaaaahhmmff... Haha. Hahaha. Ahehe, how should I start...
Well, sorry for the long delay. Hectic life, emotional circuit overloads, re-edit, re-edit, and another re-edit. And I'm actually supposed to be working on CUT!'s sequel but stopped by a review. And... kindly add another re-edit. I never thought that working on a... porn... is this hard. Yeah. I didn't stop reviewing this until I was satisfied enough to see that it wasn't a sex manual. And one thing I learn from this is: It's hard to work on a love scene, when there was NONE on it. And... I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT MY BRAIN WORKS THIS WAY! And I WANNA QUIT THIS JOB!
Anyways... I wish you like it. Hehe. Please, don't forget to review~.