DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HXH.
BETA READER: Vnex-san
Chapter 7:A Sick Realization.
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"No, Kurapika. Today's your off. You worked more than enough. Senritsu's right, you need a break. No more discussion."
His life was playing him an awful joke, Kurapika thought as Lurix Dmitri ordered him to have a day-off right after the night of his gathering. It was true that he was tired. But in all honesty, he would rather drown himself in his work than to laze around with the lurid memories now reeling in his mind. His work never failed to make him forget those two forsaken nights between him and that Kuroro Lucifer; and he preferred it that way. It could not be helped, however; it was his boss' call so he had little choice in the matter. Besides, his body was begging for the rest his mind wanted to deny.
After his conversation with Dmitri, Kurapika decided to spend the rest of the day enjoying the rest of his book. Lying comfortably on his bed with his back against the headboard, he found himself distracted. Half of his mind focused on his book while the other half was thinking about the one-sided recommendation that Dmitri had offered, him being a second-in-command in the wider Mafia community.
Truth be told, he was not considering the offer, as he felt he could easily get the position once he felt ready for it. Besides, there was another, more disturbing thought taking the forefront in the chaotic mess that had become his thoughts
He had deleted the message that Kuroro Lucifer sent him last night as he couldn't stand the thought of it, let alone saving it in his phone's inbox. However, he was unable to erase it from his mind. Caged within his own restless brain and weighted heart, he could find no way to move forward except to decide whether or not to reply.
By the time he had finished his dinner he had managed to spend most of his free time dozing in a dreamless state aided by the peaceful weather and calm quiet found within the solitude of the manor. When he was not succumbing to his body's need for rest he could be found in a small study amidst the books there.
As night fell once more he found his eyes blurry from the strain of constant reading. He returned the two latest leather-bound texts he had read to their places on the shelving.
… The attempts to escape his grumbling thoughts proved futile as Kurapika mused unintentionally. It had proven to be useless to try and run away from the situation, anyway.
The blond wondered if he could find sleep as easily now that his body, at least, had recuperated. He felt much better as his frazzled nerves finally calmed; if only a sleep free from nightmares could heal him entirely, including his heart and mind.
After some moments of staring at nothing in particular, Kurapika stopped racking his brain and roughly closed his current book before grudgingly returning it to their proper places on the shelving.
Seriously, having an extra 'part-time' sideline on his day-off? How mad.
"Okay fine," Kurapika mumbled while reaching for his phone. He typed something on it then waited. In a dreadfully short amount of time, the expected reply sounded on his phone.
'Finally. Tonight's good. But I'll be a bit late. Just go to the apartment first. Not sure what time I'd arrive, but I'll definitely be there. See you later.'
Scorning, Kurapika balled his fist on his phone.
"God, how did I get myself into this!?"
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His footsteps echoed audibly through the deserted hallway as the Kuruta reached the condo unit. It was around nine and Kurapika found himself frowning while looking at the apartment's door. The man said he would be late so he let an hour or so to pass before going to the place. He didn't like the idea of him waiting for the guy alone inside the demented place; however, he didn't want to draw attention from anyone if he left the manor late night either. Not to mention that once Kuroro arrived, they would do it and he would leave right after. The earlier he settled the matter, the better.
Hoping that Kuroro was inside already, Kurapika knocked the door thrice. But after getting no response, he took the duplicate key card Kuroro had given him.
Darkness greeted him as he opened the door. With a sigh, he asked himself of what he was actually doing there.
Kurapika easily found the light switches near the door. He opted to turn on the dim lights on the walls rather than the main lights. The lights on the small bar lit as well. He closed the door behind.
The Kuruta didn't give a damn about the place on his first time there, for he had been too deranged with the perverted owner of it who had been standing by the bar, gracefully drinking wine, wearing onlya bathrobe. And by finding himself alone, he let his eyes scan the area where he would be spending the worst nights of his life.
He walked closer to the windows; because the unit was on a high deck, lights visibly reflected on Kurapika's eyes as he peered down at the colorful and busy night life of York Shin City. Vibrant colors from roaming cars and towering establishments displayed the animated lifestyle of the state during night fall, in addition with the cloudless dark sky, which was surprisingly filled with numerous twinkling stars. From afar, he noted a red, winking light moving northwardly, apparently a plane. With all of the lively lights from the busy alleys, to the silver-dotted cloud-free silky black sheet of the night sky, York Shin surely proved why it was renowned as one of the busiest, most beautiful and most visited city of the world.
He absently tucked both of his hands in his pockets, somewhat feeling odd. The night sky was reminding him of something.
Unwillingly he submitted to a bittersweet memory from a time before his world had shattered. Back in his hometown, Rukuso Province, he used to stargaze with his best friend. Mischievously they would wander through the depths of the Rukuso forest during nightfall where dangerous animals and beasts might be lurking around; Kurapika found that exploring during such time to be more exciting and brought out the full wonder of his beloved motherland. The huge trees would loudly hiss a haunting breeze that would bring chills down to his skin, the melody of the small animals as they chittered amongst themselves and the infinite dark sky filled with aligned stars above, twinkling and lighting the mystic paradise along with the gibbous moon. The Rukuso forest during night time, just like the Kuruta scarlet eyes that could glow and see through the darkness was doubtlessly captivating; beauties of life that were made by the Supreme Creator who gave life to all.
Kurapika felt his own eyes turning a little red and slightly watery as a towering nostalgia reasserted itself on him. If only he had not left his home, then perhaps things could have turned out much, much better than this.
He composed himself and returned his gaze to the starry sky. Somehow the scene had soothed the bottomless longing inside him. Mentally, he pictured the sky along with the green woods of the forest, the wandering wildlife around, along with his unforgettable best friend. He let himself reminisce with the old, imaginary photo album of his lost home, mentally scribbled by animosity, but now giving him a temporary peace of mind.
He wondered if it was still possible for him to be peaceful again. If only he could turn back the time...
Kurapika averted his eyes away from the window, and they landed on the bar. Awfully, he remembered the wine Kuroro ordered him to drink last time. It was honestly good; in fact he even kind of liked it. He strode towards the corner and let his eyes linger on the stool where the wine bottles were neatly aligned.
He found it, the same wine Kuroro gave him. He took the wine bottle from the stool and reached for a goblet dangling above the bar. The red liquid swirled inside the goblet as he poured some of the alcohol into the glass. He decided to fill it only halfway. After taking the goblet, he slightly spun its handle to let the liquor inside move. He smelled the aroma of the drink, before taking a sip.
It really tasted good. He took another sip. And another. The next thing he knew, a slight dizziness occurred in his head, and the goblet was empty.
As he peered down on his empty glass, he couldn't help but wonder. When the hell did he turn into an alcoholic? When the hell did he learn how to smoke? And when in the hell did he learn to make love like it was nothing at all?
Then he remembered. He killed two people at the age of seventeen. He joined the Mafia. It was none other than himself who dragged his own feet to this pit of hell. He was slowly turning into an undignified person, and it was so damn dumb of him because he just completely realized it now.
But as an afterthought, should he really blame himself alone for being like this? Was it merely because it was his choice to pick this bloody, immoral path to reach for his goals? It was alright to blame how the world depicted its twisted side too, wasn't it? Not all men wish to become wicked. Certainly, Kurapika wasn't the type who enjoyed killing and destroying lives.
Years ago he had pictured himself as a Hunter who would hunt down criminals to bring them to jail— but never as a part-time black-list Hunter who targeted one and only one group of murderers who wrecked his entire world. Years ago, Kurapika was a courageous and cheerful boy who sought justice and equality among his Kuruta clan and the people outside Rukuso Province, without taking anyone's life. True justice did not demand massive bloodshed; it never desired a death that was in vain. Back in his youth he believed that while the world might not be perfect, it could still change and improve for the better.
It was so sad that time had ruthlessly stolen that principle of his; as years added to his age, his beliefs, thoughts and hopes about the world slowly faded away. The line between dreams and reality gradually thickened. The loss he suffered from his family's genocide brought him to where he was now; a Mafia-head employee, a killer, and the worst— a prostitute.
Definitely, this was never his intent.
This was a fact of life. Age came with the reality. Adulthood was twined with the distorted truths and lies. Whether you liked it or not, time would steal your innocence from you, no matter how imbued you were.
He poured some more wine in his glass. The goblet's rim touched his lips again when he suddenly felt a familiar aura inching nearer. He tried his best to keep himself calm by taking another sip.
The aura grew nearer. He took a gulp.
The aura abruptly faded and Kurapika finished the remaining wine in one shot.
He unconsciously held his breath as though time stopped. Kurapika slowly placed the goblet down on the bar, his heart was pounding hard. He breathed deeply in, collected enough courage, and turned around.
The next moment, he felt the familiar pair of strong arms belonging to Kuroro Lucifer on his sides, firmly pinning him on the bar. Kurapika mustered a deadly glare and shot it directly to the man.
Kuroro simply smirked at him before drawing his lips nearer to his.
"Long time, no see," he breathed before brushing their lips together. Kurapika spared a piercing glare as Kuroro pressed a kiss on his zipped lips then absentmindedly let his eyelids slip halfway. Feeling relieved upon seeing Kuroro's closed eyes, he made no effort on concealing the creeping heat on his pale cheeks.
But Kurapika's blush abruptly turned into a feverish flush when Kuroro smoothly dragged the kiss deeper. He expertly slid his tongue to the boy's mouth and sweetly explored inside. Declaring his obvious dominance, his hands automatically went on the Kuruta's waist and affectionately moved around there. Kurapika found himself totally defenseless while in the suffocatingly possessive touch.
The deep kiss instantly reached the depths of the two as emotions began to swirl inside them. Kurapika felt how the firm hold of the man's hands on his waist evolved into a choking yet surprisingly warm embrace. Within the obsessive hug was the lascivious kiss that was relentlessly drowning him, chasing his thoughts and senses away.
The Kuruta heard his own sharp intake of breath as Kuroro finally let go. He barely collected enough oxygen when the man initiated another breathtaking kiss. A fiercer and hotter kiss, he should add. A horrible flinch escaped from him when Kuroro softly bit his lips out sheer hunger and raw desire. If he would have to define these actions from the man towards him in one word, it would be: Craving.
Kuroro slid his hands on his hips then slowly pressed a side of it as a silent gesture to turn his back. Kurapika easily got the point, and that was when he finally caught a tighter grip on himself.
"No… wait," Kurapika pushed the man away. "Not here."
"Come on," Kuroro breathed with impatience before tipping his lips to Kurapika's neck.
"I said no. Not here. You have a bedroom, right?"
"Yeah, that one," Kuroro pointed a thumb on the side where a door was, before settling his face on the Kuruta's collarbone. "Hmm, you smell good."
"Shut up and let go," Kurapika wriggled his way out of the man's hold. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"There's one inside."
Kurapika casually left to get inside the room; Kuroro just leisurely looked at his back.
As the blond went inside and closed the door, Kuroro tore his gaze from it and looked around instead, quite curious if there was a thing around the living room that Kurapika might have touched or changed. His eyes instantly noted the wine bottle and an empty glass on the bar. A grin graced on his lips as he looked at the familiar liquor, pretty amused with the boy's pick.
He reached for the wine bottle and glass, and pinned his dark orbs on the goblet, his eyes moved sideways, the glass' rim reflected on them. A faint, wet mark where Kurapika's lips must have touched was fairly visible and Kuroro was pretty sure that the boy had drunk quite a bit of the alcohol.
Pondering a thought that he and the blond had the same taste over a thing, he moved to the door and opened it in a repressed haste.
The Spider head tonight was wearing a casual pair of pants and long-sleeved, navy blue shirt. His hair wasn't slicked just like it usually did. His bangs were down, but the cross-shape tattoo on his forehead could still be seen.
Inside the room was a huge bed and a small table next to it. Kuroro placed the wine bottle with the glass on it and pulled at the lamp's hanging switch.
There was a large window which made up one of the walls, revealing the city below. The colorful view of the York Shin City could be clearly seen, and Kuroro couldn't help but get more amused with the sensual ambiance that the place had offered.
While waiting for the boy, he took his shirt off, revealing an unsurprisingly masculine figure, and grabbed the wine bottle back. He poured some of its contents into the goblet.
He had filled the whole glass when Kurapika emerged out of a nearby door, apparently the restroom. Kuroro sipped from the glass, watching the Kuruta moved towards him.
As his eyes studied the boy's features through the dim light, his keen observation caught the obvious, brief moment when Kurapika's eyes widened in surprise. Sheer amusement grew deeper inside him when a faint, adorable blush glowed on his cheeks, perhaps because of seeing him topless amidst of the dimly-lit room and night sky background.
But of course Kurapika would not let Kuroro have his fun-time while witnessing him squirm and fret like that; so the boy abruptly reverted to his cold and uncaring demeanor. His need to draw his eyes away from the man could be seen on the flicker of his eyelids, but the effort he was using just to stop himself from showing this obvious nervous behavior was all over his face.
Still adopting his cold, snapping feat in spite of the blush out of shyness on his cheeks, Kurapika bored his eyes to the man's in blandness. The man's sick grin was a lot better to see than to look at his muscular, mocking torso that nastily reminded him of the previous nights when he saw it much, much closer.
They were hardly on the climax of the night, but Kuroro was feeling as if he had been raping the boy over and over again.
But before losing his towering desire to grab and toss the Kuruta in the bed, he opted to wash his widening smirk away by taking a long drag from the glass that he almost forgot about holding.
"How long have you been waiting?"
Still retaining his feigned aloofness and coolness, Kurapika casually moved nearer to the man. Kuroro was thinking of settling the glass back on the side table so that he could hold the boy and throw him in the mattress already, when Kurapika swiftly seized the goblet from his grasp. With his eyes holding a mix of anguish, anxiety and maybe the hidden heat that now naturally building inside him, he spared a fast glance to him before drinking a large gulp from the drink.
"Not that long."
"I see," Kuroro casually drew closer to the boy then snaked one of his arms back around the Kuruta's waist. Kurapika tensed. He tipped his lips back on the boy's neck, planting some pecks that were enough to make him shiver horribly.
"Sorry for making you wait. I missed you, by the way."
"Shut up, bastard," no matter how enraged he was, he found himself unable to stop the man from trailing kisses over his sensitive skin. In an attempt to suppress his fury, he took another sip from his drink.
"Hmm, did you not miss me at all?" Kuroro continued clinging to the boy as he hugged him with an arm. His other hand took the wine glass from the blond's grip which Kurapika quickly relinquished his hold.
"Will you please just keep your mouth shut if you don't have anything decent to say?" Kurapika sneered.
"Calm down, you hot-headed boy," Kuroro emptied the wine glass before capturing the boy's lips once more. Kurapika flinched then immediately recomposed himself when the man let him go, intending to return the glass back to the side table.
"What took you so long?" Kurapika spat as he sat on the bed while letting his eyes linger around the dim-lit place.
"Out of York Shin for some business. How about you? It's been weeks since the last time."
Kurapika focused his attention back to the man. "Likewise."
"Okay," the blond's head sharply spun to a side as Kuroro unceremoniously sat next to him. He gave the man a slight surprised but glaring look. The Spider head simply stared back as a response. Knowing that it was futile to get away, he just rolled his eyes in apparent irritation.
Out of instinct, Kurapika flinched and drew back when Kuroro casually reached for a stray strand of his hair and tucked it behind his ear. The man's rough fingertips barely ghosted over his skin, but it left a shivering sensation that made him tremble inside. He was about to move further back, but Kuroro didn't let him as he laced an arm back around his hip. Left with no clue how to react, he just bowed his head a bit and let the man do what he wanted.
With no warning, the Spider head leisurely bit a tip of the boy's reddening earlobe. A concealed sharp inhale from the boy, and he was nothing but aroused. He bit a little harder and earned an adorable flush from Kurapika.
He wasted no time, and made his way to the boy's cheek down to his jawline. He could feel the Kuruta's suppressed struggle against the arousal, and how he tried not to show it to him at the same time. He loved the involuntary flinch, and was dying for more, thus he started lapping at the boy's neck.
"I-I'm just wondering," Kurapika mumbled through an unintentional falter. "How many pairs of eyes do you have this moment?"
"Hmm," Kuroro hummed. "Sorry, that's a secret." He started undoing the buttons of the boy's shirt.
The Kuruta turned away even more. "Fine."
"How about you?" Kuroro moved to face the boy. Kurapika's shirt was completely undone. "I mean, your boss. I heard Dmitri got some pairs," he pushed the kid on the bed and heard a gasp.
"What the— don't tell me you're stalking me on my work!?" the Kuruta incredulously asked.
"It's not really stalking," the man topped over the boy. "More like researching. Just curious of what you do for a living."
"Then my answer is the same as yours," the boy looked sideways.
As a large expanse of the kid's neck got exposed to his eyes, the Spider head buried his face in it with enthusiasm.
"Hmm," he hummed again and lusciously suckled on the Kuruta's neck. Kuroro felt the boy freeze; he bet he had his eyes very tightly closed, as his act left several faint red marks on the boy's pale skin.
"B-But..." Kurapika suddenly added. "We already have more than two pairs, so far."
Kuroro wondered of the reason why the kid gave a hint. "Hey, you want me to steal them for you?" He captured his lips again, but he broke the contact easily for the answer.
"No..." Kurapika sighed, then unexpectedly added. "... not yet."
"I knew it," the Spider head whispered before roughly tucking his lips back to Kurapika's.
Seriously, this boy knew how to gravely turn him on.
Without even thinking of positioning themselves properly on the bed, Kuroro hastily took the boy's pants off and threw it to nowhere, then stood up a while to take his own off too. Kurapika had his eyes tightly closed as expected; his head was still angled sideways.
Shivering to the core, the Kuruta felt his legs parted and folded by a rough pair of huge hands. The mattress sunk slightly as Kuroro settled himself under him. He apprehended the next move. And as something wet and warm wrapped around his weakness, he wasn't able to contain his gasp.
"That's... T-That's really disgusting..."
"But you like it, don't you?"
"Of course no—" despite of great reluctance, Kurapika opened his eyelids only to see Kuroro smirking at him.
"Oh yes, you do. Don't deny it," the Spider head pointed out, then resumed to his business as if he wasn't interrupted at all.
The boy instantly closed his eyes tight again.
"Damn... Bastard! Stop it already!"
"What? You'd rather do this to me?"
"DIE AND GO TO HELL!"
"Just shut up, will you? We're hardly beginning."
"Damn..." Kurapika clutched his hands in the mattress as Kuroro started to suck. He could even hear his own heartbeat racing.
Moments passed. The perverted bastard seemed to be unstoppable. He was just doing what he wanted to. Kurapika wasn't surprised, nor did any kind of resistance because he knew it would trigger the man more. Well, as if he could. Not now that he was under the man's violent, hot restrain.
Hell. How many times did he have to suffer this way, exactly? The first two had carved enough wounds that refused to heal on his being, plus this thing that was currently happening before his tightly closed eyes. What about the next nights? How about the things that the Spider head might do to him during those times? Really. Kurapika never thought that he would be terrified and scared and lost like this again. No, this thing was actually a lot more horrifying than one hell of a torture. It was like the same feeling he had when he heard that his whole clan and his homeland were destroyed.
In fact, this feeling was much, much worse than that.
Weeks ago, back in that secluded house, everything that was going on within his mind as Kuroro raped him was the best way to conduct suicide. But now, as his mortal enemy was doing something mortifying, and sensual, on him that he technically approved, he found his own mind totally blank and empty.
'This is only the beginning; Brace yourself for more.'
Regrets, doubts, fears, anxiety, fury and sadness crashed into him all at once. Plus the towering pleasure that Kuroro was now pull— sucking out of him. Fate must be merciless for the poor last survivor of the Kuruta clan. Every kind of misfortune was chasing after him. And Kurapika was growing sick and tired of running away; sick of all the thoughts and burdens laid upon him. Every single thing was too heavy for his small shoulders to carry. And in this very moment, with all the things in his mind, he let the towering pleasure take control. He was unable to contain them any longer, anyway.
Before Kuroro could halt on his business, he heard an unexpected reward from the boy when out of the blue, through the quiet room, a trembling, sweet moan escaped from the boy's tight-zipped lips.
Kuroro bet that Kurapika was furiously berating himself by now.
"See? You can never tell that you don't like it, even to the slightest."
Perhaps being gravely ashamed of himself, Kurapika didn't react against the taunt.
Jumping to the next act, Kuroro decided to start preparing the boy. Without further ado, he dug a finger inside the Kuruta's entrance. Kurapika's breath audibly hitched. Knowing that the Kuruta's eyes must be in a bright, bright scarlet hue by now, Kuroro drew his finger back, but hastily went inside once more, with two fingers this time. The blond visibly whimpered a bit, probably unconscious of the cute act he just did as one of his hands let go of the mattress he was tightly clutching, and balled it into a tight fist instead before drawing it near his chin. Kuroro liked it, of course. So he repeated the process some more while watching Kurapika squirm, completely giving in.
He couldn't take it anymore. He really couldn't take it anymore. That was what he wanted to scream out so bad. But they were barely to the apex of the moment, and Kurapika felt like he and Kuroro just gotten inside the room a minute ago. In this kind of scenario, things were like in and out of time. Everything was too fast, yet too slow at the same time. And right now, he felt like the time froze when Kuroro gradually quit playing around.
Not wanting to see what was going on, and what was about to happen, Kurapika was hard pressed to not take a look. However, his eyelids snapped on their own as Kuroro seized both of his wrists, then pulled them up into a constrained surrender.
With a sinister, triumphant smirk, Kuroro bored his dark eyes into Kurapika's widened, vibrant scarlet ones. The Spider head was entirely held captive by them, especially when they looked so confused and scared like that. He wanted to test if it was still possible for them to ablaze brighter, thus he mumbled with a sweet, almost pleading tone.
"Kindly do not close your eyes for a while, will you?"
Anger and possibly embarrassment illuminated on the Kuruta's eyes even more, and he ended up not doing what the man had requested as Kuroro entered him.
Kurapika yelped in pain and slightly arched his back when Kuroro roughly brushed his skin against his. He still had his eyes tightly closed as the man began to thrust. Red-tinted moisture rimmed his eyelids, but they were not enough to drop out of his eyes. They just clung to the corners of the his eyelids.
Kuroro easily adopted a pace. Kurapika was trying so hard to suppress his sounds, but his mouth would involuntarily move.
Until eventually, he couldn't hold them any longer.
The Kuruta breathed heavily in a brief second, before he mumbled, "H-Hey, your hands... Don't grip my wrists."
"Sorry," Kuroro hurriedly drew his hold on the boy's reddening wrists and entwined his fingers on Kurapika's instead. "Heck, you're so pale; a mere grip would bruise you? Don't wonder why pedophiles chase after you."
"So you admit that you're a pedophile?" Kurapika spat.
"Hey, you are of the legal age."
"That's not the—" a gasp. "—point!"
"Like I told you, you can call me in any way you want. I don't mind," Kuroro said through his slight pant.
"Okay fine you perverted psychopath!"
Kuroro chuckled. He couldn't help it. "Damn, why am I feeling this way every time we do this?"
The boy suddenly moaned. It was so damn alluring. He just couldn't get enough of that.
He moved faster and heard more reluctant gasps and moans. Kurapika had dug his nails on the back of the man's hands. The Spider head's hands had started to bruise, but compared to Kurapika's pain, it was nothing.
Both of them couldn't see, the surely the boy was bleeding.
"D-Damn it, take it easy!"
Kuroro did what he was told. With his eyes half-opened, the boy began to pant heavily.
With the boy now writhing and whimpering under his luscious, consistent pace, Kuroro's thirsty lips found its way to the boy's quivering ones. Kurapika must be feeling the same way as his dry lips unconsciously parted and let Kuroro in. The Spider head pressed his mouth to the blond's in a sweet suckle. An unexpected, curt moan sounded through their tight contact, either from Kuroro or Kurapika. The Ryodan head was now feeling sure that the boy was trying hard not to let them out. And certainly, it was futile.
It was fun to think that no matter how smart, strong, disciplined and dignified a person was, he normally didn't use his sharp head when it came to sex, wasn't it?
Shame. Because Kurapika's eyes were gleaming in scarlet, he did not see the faint blush on Kuroro's pale cheeks.
"Okay, that's really wonderful," Kuroro stopped, all of a sudden. Audibly breathless, he slumped himself in the bed, right beside the boy, while Kurapika curled himself into a ball.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"... I can't believe you're seriously asking me that."
The man chuckled, while the blond rolled his eyes in annoyance. Feeling terribly dizzy, he closed them in concentration to bring them back to their normal hue.
But he opened them wide once again as a white sheet covered his bared body.
"What time should I wake you up?"
Kurapika was thoroughly astonished. The man covered him with a blanket, then gestured him to sleep... again? But— why? Was the man sort of... acknowledging the pain he suffered every time they make out?
"No need. I'll be going. I'll just turn my eyes back to normal."
"... Okay. I'll just send you the eyes to your account. I'll sleep; I'm a bit tired." Kuroro mischievously stole a quick kiss from the boy's cheek before yawning. "Good night. See you again next time."
Kurapika turned to look at the man, but Kuroro already slumped on the mattress, with his back to him. He covered himself with the same blanket he used for the boy.
The Kuruta was astounded. Noting that the man fell asleep so easily, he sat upright on the bed, and had a halfhearted closer glimpse at the Spider head.
The man got nice lips. No one could hear him muse, there was no need to lie. Perhaps he wasn't smoking. The kid was unable to smell anything from him every time they kissed. He could only feel how soft they were, as if no one had ever tasted them before. He then realized that he was having these kind of deranged sentiments again, so he stopped and concentrated to compose himself instead.
He got to his feet and reached for the restroom. Feeling sticky with himself, he decided to have a quick shower.
Kuroro was still fast asleep when he emerged out of the bathroom.
Kurapika found himself looking at the man again as he wore his clothes. He couldn't help wondering; Where had this man been? Had he raided another place? He seemed to be tired (... 'but he was still good when it comes to...' Kurapika shooed that demented thought that came across his mind).
The thought of finishing him off right there and then abruptly passed through his mind as he watched the man in a deep slumber, completely asleep and defenseless.
But a large part of himself was not considering it at all. Well. As if he could take the risk— what if he failed? What would possibly happen if the man woke up, only to see him attempting to kill him?
No, he didn't think that it was a wise idea.
Kurapika stole one last glance from the Spider head. Kuroro... Lucifer. Exactly, who was this man? Who was he who loved to steal everything away from him? He had slept with him thrice, but he seriously didn't know a thing about this perverted asshole. This man was indeed a mystery. A... handsome and hot mystery.
Kurapika mentally slapped himself. 'Stop thinking like that! As if I care!' Yes, he didn't care. He didn't give a shit who Kuroro was. Kuroro didn't care about him either. Their deal was just a deal; nothing more, nothing less.
Four pairs of eyes in just a month. Not bad. He was progressing. If he continued this then everything would be under his control. Getting hardcore... It wasn't that bad. He could manage, somehow. All he had to do was to learn how to play things safe.
And perhaps, he needed a firmer, tighter hold upon himself, no matter what.
Kurapika immediately left the condo, silently feeling peculiarly fulfilled and satisfied in spite of the pain stinging in his hips after his third night with Kuroro.
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P.S., ... 6015 words, the PS note not included. Haha, this is the longest chapter I've ever wrote so far. And aside from my numerous self-proofreading, it undergone to my beta, V-san's editing TWICE. Yeah, hahaha.
Oh, I just remembered. The reason why this chapter turned out to be like this is because of the reviews I received from you. Yeah, I know that everyone would be shocked like hell if ever Kurapika seriously smoke. Well, this is a fanfiction, I can do anything. But to make up to those who were stupefied, I did my best to justify the point of how I came up and became confident with the thought that I had the guts to use it over here. And I think I did a fair job, so I hope you won't leave me XD~!
Oh, by the way. Expect me to be delayed even more. You see, I'm working on an original fiction! It was written on my mother-tongue, though. I'll publish it over WattPad, so for my Filipino readers, I really hope to see you there too! My pen name over there is 'KusariSolano44.' I'll be working on a story that would reflect to all of us Fujoshi. So see you around again!
Don't forget to review, fellas! Lovelots!