A/N: One word: ENJOY.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HXH.
BETA READER: NONE. (Madam pervie otome is busy with her life and her own fic as of now. Please bear with it for the mean time.)
Chapter 14: A Steamy Talk.
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The warm, steamy water didn't fail to relieve his frazzled nerves, though it didn't help him to ease his mind. The pinching heat was relaxing, but Kurapika couldn't consider this bath a so refreshing one. For a thing: the events that occurred hours ago left him thoroughly exhausted. If given a chance, this bath would be better enough if complimented with a good sleep. If only he were inside his own small room at Dmitri's mansion, he would definitely do just that.
But he wasn't
Once again, he found himself inside the spacious shower room inside Kuroro's VIP cabin, plunged in the circular tub draped with red, translucent curtain, thinking hard.
He couldn't exactly understand why but the curtains made him feel twice uncomfortable. He kept averting his eyes from it, but whenever he would see it, thoughts would begin to swirl inside his mind. For some reason, the sight of it made him remember his last session with Kuroro.
Absentmindedly, he drew his knees closer to his chest and rested his chin above them, feeling his face growing hot by seconds while wondering if he should just take this chance to drown his life away to end it all.
The restrains of the blue tie remained fresh on his mind. He could clearly remember the sharp pain of the numbness on his joints when Kuroro impaled himself on him while holding onto his thigh. The kisses they shared, especially those ones when he responded, were still lingering on his lips. The exchange sensations of pain and pleasure as Kuroro thrust on him while he was tied, the feeling of being under the man's mercy, the unforgettable feeling of his length and his warm essence now consuming him inside were making him want to succumb into darkness because he couldn't deny himself the fact that it truthfully felt good, and that, at the farthest back of his mind, he was somewhat wanting for more.
And tonight, he was about to experience them again, in an entirely new level. Did Kuroro know all about this? Was this the reason why he went as far as risking him life in getting on board on this cruise and throwing away a great deal of money— just for the sake of these strange sensations?
Was it all worth it?
He slightly flinched when the door knob sounded. He felt his heart raced as the sounds of movements echoed inside the tiled room; the footsteps, the turning of the shower, the 'tip-tap' of the water droplets falling down the tiled floor. Kurapika felt himself clutching his hands on his own arms, tightly hugging his legs closer, trying to calm himself down.
Fear, nervousness, shame— excitement. They all conquered him at once, leaving him aroused more than ever.
He needed not to look up to see Kuroro coming his way. He grew more accustomed whenever the Genei Ryodan head was near, and every time he was trying to close in on him. He didn't want the man see him in such state. He refused to show him what he was really thinking and feeling; inexperience was their only gap, and Kurapika didn't want Kuroro to use that again as an advantage.
Enough of acting like a helpless kid.
When he felt the presence neared, Kurapika slowly let go of his legs. He steeled himself and looked up, only to see Kuroro Lucifer wearing nothing but an innocuous smile.
He was aware of the blush that must have already crept on his face, but Kurapika didn't avert his eyes from the man. Their gazes met, Kuroro's soft lips curved into a sweet beam.
Kurapika then rolled him eyes away, expressing disgust and disdain.
Some warm water in the tub spilled out when Kuroro plunged into it.
"Won't Dmitri look for you?" He asked first thing.
"I'm dismissed. There's nothing to worry about," Kurapika shortly replied.
"I see, that's good."
Kurapika looked at Kuroro once again. Their eyes met, an he realized the distance between the two of them as they sat on the either end of the tub, exactly across each other. In Kurapika's eyes, they were still near from one another; he retreated farther away from the man then huddled into his legs again. He looked away
"Hmm... does Meniandro always mess with you like that?" Kuroro asked, comfortably leaning against the tub.
"I don't think I have to answer that," Kurapika only said.
"Kurapika, "Kuroro called out in his Danchou tone. "Come here."
The way he delivered his command was fucking irritating. He wasn't a damn, Genei Ryodan member!"
"Do I have to repeat myself? Kuroro asked, a sick smirk plastered on his face.
With no other option, Kurapika moved towards Kuroro. When he reached a considerable distance from the man, he stopped.
"Closer," Kuroro's deep voice said.
"What the hell! Kurapika snapped. "What are you expecting me to do— go sit on your lap and wrap my arms around you? Who do you think you— AHH!" his burst out was cut short when Kuroro casually leaned forward, took both his arms and yanked him closer to his chest. Unguarded, Kurapika's lips were captured by Kuroro's into an intense, claiming kiss. Everything turned red, and Kurapika's scarlet eyes widened in utter surprise.
He began to struggle but the tight grip on his wrists told him it was no good. Still restraining the boy's lips, he gently moved Kurapika's arms and wound them around the back of his neck. He let go of the wrists when he was sure that Kurapika wouldn't shrug away, then placed both of his hands above the boy's bottom before pulling him much closer.
Kurapika must have felt so flustered when their skins touched underwater. He flinched, he even silently moaned, trying to catch some breath.
Kuroro pulled him closer even more when he rested his arms at the small of Kurapika's back. He hugged him tight; Kurapika's body straightened until his head was slightly higher than the man's. The kiss remained, Kuroro tilted his head up to retain the contact,. With his eyes still opened, the boy found himself kissing the man from above; a sudden change of position.
This must have been the first time when Kurapika was on top. It was Kuroro who was always hovering above him, doing all the work. The sight of the Genei Ryodan head looking up at him, kissing him with his eyes half-closed, his hair wet and his face so pale and smooth, gave an eerie impression on Kurapika. It somewhat displayed a rare side of the man that he hadn't seen, yet a side that he could only witness in these kinds of rare opportunities.
Kuroro looked vulnerable and lost in desire. It was like he was begging. He was asking Kurapika of it, begging to be provided with what he badly wanted. He wanted Kurapika to lead, to give in— to move. Kuroro was requesting him to go with the flow tonight, and Kurapika had no any other choice but to give him exactly that.
'Damn, his erection is nudging at my thigh,' he shyly thought when something hard and fleshy touched his skin. But he gave it no further thought and did something that he himself couldn't believe he could ever do.
He calmed himself down and let his arms slide down the man's shoulders. Once his hands reached Kuroro's shoulder blades, he hold onto them and tilted his head sideways, deepening the kiss. The kiss he gave wasn't as aggressive as the man's, but the slow moves and soft suckling seemed to be much better than those rough ones.
Kuroro only rested both of his hands on Kurapika's hips, letting the boy do what he could. He was a matured man; he needed not to be told what he had to do. He has his own way of paying his debt, and Kuroro wanted him to do just that. He wouldn't force him into doing something he didn't want to; let him do the job on his own accord. It was much more entertaining in more ways than one.
They broke the kiss only to heave short breaths, Kurapika's face was feverishly blushing, while Kuroro's pale face slightly colored, perhaps because of the heat. He glared at the man and let him know how pissed he was, that he was absolutely against with what he was doing. Kuroro looked back at him, another unnerving smirk was playing on his lips.
"See? What's hard about that?" He sarcastically sneered.
"You hopeless pervert," Kurapika hissed back.
"Well?" Kuroro mockingly said, apparently more that used to with the name calling. "What are you waiting for? Go on and pleasure this hopeless pervert."
'Damn, damn... DAMN IT!' Kurapika cursed in his mind again and again. All he wanted to do was to tear that forsaken smile apart, beat the bastard to pulp until he bled to death. He badly wanted to close his bare hands to that pale neck, strangle it hard until it snapped. He was not a violent person but that dark side of him went all out when it came to this jerk. His blood just began to boil with a mere thought of him. He couldn't understand just why, of all the pain and torture he had wanted to inflict to this man, did he end up in this situation and instead be obliged to goddamn pleasure him?
Keeping his relentless glare, he convinces himself hard to remain sane and save his torture plans for the future. He swore he would make him suffer then more thousand folds than this physical and psychological agony he had been imposing on him. He willed himself some more, and proceeded to lowering his lips again and angling his face, reaching for the bastard's damn lips. He had no any idea how he could retain his sanity up until now, maybe he was already own of his mind— because he didn't think he still was if he could do this. Really, it wouldn't be surprising if half of his brain wasn't working properly anymore.
Kuroro immediately let him in when he hesitantly darted his tongue to his mouth. His own accommodated the other, they brushed against each other, sharing a warm, wet kiss. Kurapika shut his eyes tight, feeling the hard suckle accompanied with a gentle bite Kuroro gave. He could loudly hear the man's discreet moans and growls, the impatient 'hmm,' and the hitching breaths. Creepy wasn't an enough word to describe it. Yet, it was stirring Kurapika inside. He didn't want to hear it— but he didn't dislike it wholeheartedly either.
One of the man's hand crept up to Kurapika's cheek from his hip. He cupped his large palm under the blond's jawline, his thumb brushed the side of his chin. A powerful urge to clutch his hands onto Kuroro's dark, wet hair rose from his mind, and he fought hard against it by clawing his fingertips over the man's shoulders. The kiss went on, until Kuroro grew more impatient and let his lips go. He aimed for his cheek next.
the man's warm, slightly wet lips rand down from his jawline to his collarbone, and there he began to suckle affectionately. A soft gasp managed to escape from Kurapika's mouth. He wanted to back away but Kuroro clung onto him more, leaving him no where to run. All he could do was to turn his head sideways and steel himself to bear with it, wishing it wouldn't leave any visible mark.
Until his mind processed on an important issue that he thought they ought to talk about.
"I... don't have the faintest idea how Meniandro found this out."
Kuroro acted as if he didn't hear what the boy said, or rather, not perturbed with the raised subject. He continued to lick the blond's pale skin, earning more flinch and trembles from him. When Kurapika leaned a little forward towards him with his hands motioning as if he was about to push him away did Kuroro free the shaken Kuruta.
Just right under the boy's ear, he whispered.
"Me neither."
He sneaked a chaste kiss from Kurapika's lips.
He leaned his back against the tub, his hand still on the Kuruta's waist.
"I made sure that no one was around when I entered that utility room. Even when you arrived, I felt no presence nearby aside from yours. Unless Meniandro is a nen-user and very good at using Setsu, then I can say that he didn't see us getting inside that room.s
"However, the VIP room was another story. Of course a lot of people are expected to be there. If Meniandro is not familiar with using nen at all, his aura would be no different from the others. It would mingle perfectly with everyone, and neither of us would recognize and trace if he incidentally see you emerging out from this room. In addition to that, I feel like this cabin's now under surveillance. It doesn't matter anyway, I can go in and out without being detected. But after the poker game, it's given that he's now more than sure about us."
Kurapika gave no vocal response but the mere look in his face was enough to tell how much it was bothering him.
"Hmm, I understand that Meniandro can be such a great pain in the ass but there's only one quick way to deal with him."
Kurapika perfectly knew what that 'one quick way' was, but still he wanted to affirm it. He looked Kuroro in the eyes.
"Finish him off? By you?"
"Sure, for a small price of course," Kuroro smiled.
There was a brief, awkward silence, then Kurapika broke into a mocking laughter.
"Small price?" he sneered. "Do those kind of words ever exist in your vocabulary? Cut it out, I don't exactly know your definition of small but I bet it's the polar opposite of mine."
"It's negotiable," Kuroro coaxed. "I really don't mind doing you a favor, especially if it's about keeping our trade a secret. You know—with the right price, I can be a loyal dog for a day."
"No, thanks," Kurapika promptly declined. "The mere thought of you killing someone big time for me is not a very good idea in a lot more ways than one, let alone me asking you to do it. Teaching him a lesson is something I can handle myself. I'm not going to rely on you and your dirty ways of doing things."
"Alright, if you say so. Though you can freely tell me in case you change your mind."
Don't look forward to it."
Kuroro couldn't help it. He lightly chuckled then moved a hand up to Kurapika's cheek. He took the wet, stray strands of the blond's hair and gently tucked it behind his ear.
Kurapika didn't manage to hide his surprise upon seeing the man exhibiting another affectionate gesture tob him. He gave it no mind, though, and decided to go on with their conversation.
"So," he said. "How did you do it?"
"Did what?"
"… You purposely let Dmitri win the poker game, didn't you?"
He couldn't quite forget it. The astonished look on Dmitri's face when the cards revealed his glorious victory, the unbelieving and miserable expression Meniandro wore upon the unexpected result, and most of all, the stoic face Kuroro had after his spot-on lost of five billion.
At first, it didn't make sense on Kurapika. But he could tell that it was part of Kuroro's plan. Neither he nor the female attendant standing next to him saw any kind of cheating made. He even used Gyou to check if Kuroro was using nen. His aura was just flowing and surrounding around him, sand all of t he cards were free of nen.
Forget about the mysterious trick the Genei Ryodab head mdiscreetly executed – the result was more baffling to Kurapika.
The thought of Meniandro winning was indeed worrying, but what made Kurapika so dreadful back then was the high possibility of Kuroro Lucifer winning the game.
He was just a fingertip close from becoming a full-time sex toy for Kuroro. Truthfully, he really thought that he would fall right into the bastard's hands with the most shameful, horrendous way.
But he didn't, for a reason he just couldn't understand. For one thing: it wasn't out of luck. Kuroro surely did something for the game to favor his employer.
"Hmm? Weren't you the one who shuffled the cards? Why are you asking me?"
"Quit the mind games, jerk. I know damn well that you let Dmitri take it all."
"Why are you bothering yourself with such insignificant matters? You said yourself; I have my own way of settling things. Besides, isn't it good that your ass was saved from that pedophile?"
"Saved?" Kurapika mockingly snarled. "I'm now sitting my ass on a perverted pedophile's lap, literally. Which part of that is the salvation you are talking about?"
"What? Don't tell me you'd rather let him win than you boss?"
"Let me tell you one important thing here: I'd rather have Meniandro as a customer than you," as if proving that what he meant what he had said, Kurapika bore his gaze to Kuroro's, showing him how serious he was.
However, he felt himself slightly taken aback, even shaken, with the look Kuroro returned. His face was clear of any emotions, but his eyes did otherwise as they held the gravest glint Kurapika had seen on Kuroro so far. No words nor expression was needed for him to realize that he what he had declared had touched the Genei Ryodan head's nerves.
"Unnerved? Let me divulge you even more – I don't mind falling into Meniandro's hands. I think that'd be much more tolerable that this. Honestly, I wish you didn't meddle with the poker game last night. Just to remind you, I'm not a property to be watched over from others. I don't need your help to settle my matters no matter how critical they would be. You might be my first, but that doesn't mean I can't serve anybody else."
Kurapika got what he wanted; Kuroro looked pretty angry. That served him right. 'Have some piece of my mind.'
Kuroro's face remained unaffected, though the smirk he gave wasn't as sly as before.
"Have some piece of my mind as well, Kurapika— I do not share."
Kurapika's eyes widened with that.
"Wha—"
"Meniandro is a successful and one of the well known businessmen of the decade. His ventures range from casinos, hotels and clubs— all are human resources related. He owns a quite plenty of business establishments compare to a normal businessman. That given, have you ever wondered where on earth is he getting his human supplies?"
At the sudden change of topic, Kurapika felt somewhat frustrated.
Kuroro didn't wait for him to answer.
"I know you already had his background checked. Meniandro's main source of profit is his underground business that's related to his favorite line of trade: human trafficking. Both his legitimate and illegal practices need plenty of human resource, and he'll get it anywhere he can. He's into sadomasochistic plays, by the way. Anyway, he gets his supplies usually around alleys and corners of York Shin, but of course his customers' taste vary, and more importantly, he wants virgins and young ones as much as possible. Mostly, he smuggles people from poor villages and provinces where people are willing to give anything for food and basic necessities.
"Wait—"
"And the place where he gets his most number of supplies, especially underage kids and teenagers, is Ryuuseigai"
There was a nasty, blank silence, with Kurapika looking incredulously ay Kuroro after feeding him information.
"Ryuu… seigai?"
"Yeah. My home town."
"Wait— why are you telling me this?"
"You said you'd rather have him than me, right? I'm just giving you a bigger picture of him."
"So what are you trying to imply?"
"I'll repeat myself, then. I don't share. If you're set to go to him then you better think twice. Just bear in mind that I won't go easy on him or on you should I find it out: I need not to elaborate the things I can do, do I?"
Upon hearing the very territorial and claiming statement, Kurapika was nothing but flabbergasted.
'What… is this feeling?' Kurapika was so angry for being treated like an object, yet he was fully aware of the man's sudden change of mood. He somewhat understood that possessive resolve, and he didn't care. Kuroro didn't have the right to feel as if he was about to be stolen of a precious property because Kurapika wasn't one. But aside from the annoyance that built inside him, was another feeling that he couldn't properly name.
"Stop treating me like an object – I'm not goddamn toy!" He blurted out.
"You're not, Kurapika." Kuroro acknowledge his anger… for the first time. "So don't turn yourself into one. Think twice before getting yourself involved with that old man."
Kurapika was too late to realize that he must be giving the man a meaningful look.
"Then… why?" Kurapika muttered.
"Why what?"
"You can easily win that poker game last night, can't you?"
Kuroro eyed his curiously.
"No, let me rephrase that: why on earth did you let me loose?"
Another nasty silence fell, with Kuroro gracing his lips into a charming smile.
"That time when you raped me," Kurapika's voice sounded low, even subdued, as if pained by recalling the unwanted memories. He seemed to be still deeply affected by the incident, but he had this question in mind for the whole time. He took the chance to ask directly. "You could have just tucked me away to use me again anytime whenever you feel like it. I don't understand— why do you go as far as trading with me, to think that if you just hid me away back then, you can use me again for free. What's with this deal? What the hell are you trying to do?"
"Hmm… isn't it much more fun to play with a stray cat all around the house than to play with me in the same corner over and over again?" Kuroro thoughtfully replied.
"Aren't you contradicting yourself? If my memory serves me right, you just said that that I'm not a toy a while ago," Kurapika countered, obviously incited upon being referred as a stray cat.
"Don't you know what a figure of speech is? Geez. Anyway, isn't it the other way around?" Kuroro said. "Instead of keeping you for my private use, I've let you live and strive, while from time to time we'll have this secret trade. You're given a chance to grow stronger and get your clan's eyes, while I'm enjoying the luxury of playing the game the way I want. Aren't you relieved? You still have the chance to take me down one day. Really, Kurapika. Stop being so hard to yourself. Leave the unimportant details aside and focus on things on hand."
The answer didn't make much sense, it even infuriated him yet Kurapika could tell it was true, and what he could only do was to avert his eyes away from the man. He turned his head sideways.
"Oh, don't tell me you'd rather be caged and tied in a dark dungeon to be a full-time sex slave? I didn't quite expect you're kind of a masochist," Kuroro mocked, apparently trying to get to the blond's nerves.
That did it; Kurapika slipped his hands down the man's shoulders and moved his legs to stand up but ended up falling back down on the tub as Kuroro yanked him hard to his chest, one of his hands caught his arm and places it back on his shoulder.
"Right – I forgot you're nit the joking type. Take it easy, Kurapika. That short temper of yours can turn into a key to your downfall one day"
Kurapika merely shot him a piercing glare, feeding off his anger.
"One more remark like that and consider this as our last transaction. Don't get so cocky for having all that upper hands; you're not the only one with a backup plan, let me tell you."
"Getting tougher, aren't we?" Unaffected by the threat, Kuroro complimented. His hand silently reached out, droplets of warm water fell down from his fingertips, they dropped on Kurapika;s pale collarbone and slid down, drenching the faint red mark he had purposely left earlier.
Slipping his hand beneath the boy's blond strands, he pulled his head closer and lightly clutched onto it.
"Let's see about that, Kurapika," taking in the reluctant, even somewhat nervous look on the Kuruta's face, Kuroro once again claimed his lips.
Taking the comment as a dare rather than a threat, Kurapika let the man do what he wanted. He kept a small amusement to himself and even mentally gave his own shoulder a pat; they both know that Kurapika was no serious with what he had said but still it looked as though Kuroro was momentarily convinced and even pissed with the thought.
As if he really would lower himself that level.
If he were the type who would leech other people off to get what he wanted, he should have done so a long time ago. He would never stoop down low to retrieve the eyes; that was against his moral, and his clansmen's restless souls would doubtlessly oppose that. Even if it was Dmitri, Meniandro, even Nostrad— there was no way in hell he would use other people to reach his goals in life.
It might sound hypocrite, but Kuroro Lucifer was another story. For one: he was the one who stole the eyes to begin with: he had the most idea of where they all fell. Second, right from the beginning. He could feel that Genei Ryodan must have kept at least one single pair of the eyes in their possession, and the leader would likely be the one keeping it. Lastly, the rape incident was the root of it all. It was the key for him to get his first two official Kuruta eyes. He came to learn that Kuroro possessed more pairs, and that he had no any other exact means to get them all but dealing with him the way he wanted. More importantly— he was the leader of the thieves he yearned to take down. The trade could be a great, big step towards his two goals, and he was given no choice but to take it.
Yet truthfully speaking, if Kuroro didn't abuse him and just offered the deal, Kurapika would have declined without batting an eye, without doing a second thought. It was just that the damage had been done, and the Kuruta had decided to make a good use of it.
'You know—with the right price, I can be a loyal dog for a day.'
That had Kurapika thinking. 'Then how loyal dog can you be?'
He had to put that matter aside, though, and he opted to free his mind of anything for the time being— he had a five billion jennies to pay tonight.
'Right, I'll pay the price. I won't leave a single cent of debt.'
Grudgingly, he pulled away from Kuroro's lips. The man let him go and slipped both hands back to the boy's waist. It turned into a cue for Kurapika to move; he knew that there would be times when he had to take lead during their sessions. It would be so unmanly if Kuroro was always the one moving, given that they had their positions switched this time. More than being obliged, somewhere inside Kurapika told him that he had to be forward sometimes and show that he indeed had the guts. It was kind of sick to be always the passive one, he had enough of Kuroro proving he was the stronger and more dominant participant.
Whether he was just vainly convincing himself or just making an excuse for his own convenience, Kurapika guessed it didn't really matter anymore.
He took one quick but deep breath. Keeping an unwavering look on the man's dark orbs, he felt his heart skipped a beat, and everything turned so red in his eyes. He knew his Scarlet eyes were the only reason why the man let him live. It was the root of everything, turning it all out this way. He let the man savor the moment, then with his hands trembling, he reached out his fingers and hesitantly rested them over Kuroro's chin. With his heart hammering inside his chest while his tensed shoulders forcibly relaxing, he leaned towards the man and angled his head for a deep, sensual kiss.
It was a close-mouthed, cautious brush at first. But when Kurapika gathered more courage, he went for another one, rougher and longer this time. Kuroro wasn't responding. He was waiting for the blond to get things hotter and more aggressive, watching and enjoying himself seeing Kurapika trying so hard.
And it seemed the Kuruta had learned how to kiss properly. It was likely that he was just imitating his moves; but he couldn't really consider it like that. Kurapika would rather die than to mimic his style. It was neither so forced nor eager. Not so light yet not so heavy either. He just couldn't help but like it. He found himself responding a little, telling the boy that he was pleased.
Kurapika broke the kiss just to move his head on the other side of Kuroro. That was a hell of a sexy act in Kuroro's eyes. He lowered his lips again, and claimed the man's once more, his tongue flicked lightly over it, beckoning Kuroro to let him in. Kuroro almost lost control right there and then; this boy sure knew how to bring him to the edge.
He was more the welcomed. Once given the access, Kurapika clamped his mouth against Kuroro's and darted his tongue in, tasting him. His tongue didn't move much, it just stayed there as though waiting for the man to instigate.
Kuroro granted the unvoiced request; he did the honor and brushed his tongue against Kurapika's, taking the lead.
The relentless kiss went on, Kurapika was falling for it, both man slowly losing control. Kuroro felt him completely leaning against his chest, weighing down on his. The contact was heaven. Kurapika must be subconscious of it— the more Kuroro liked it. None seemed to have a sense of what was going on. None seemed to want to give a heck.
Kuroro was kind of alarmed when he didn't realize how Kurapika's fingers rose up to cup his face. He flinched just a bit, but relaxed down as to not to raise any unnecessary suspicion. But what he didn't expect, what he really had never expected which had his lose his guard, was when Kurapika dropped his other hand under the warm water, slid his fingers down his torso and limply fell on his crotch. Cautiously, he moved tips of his fingers, and once he found what he was looking for, he gently touched and wrapped his hand around it.
Kuroro's heart skipped a long beat when the blond broke their passionate, intense kiss and looked at his face, taking in his reaction when for the first time, he voluntarily touched the older man. The Ryodan head proudly showed how surprised, amused and excited he was, and it was Kurapika who looked embarrassed instead of him.
"Tonight costs five billion; I know how to pay right," he mumbled, sounding discreetly shy. Kuroro just graced his lips into a sweet, charming smirk.
He mischievously stole a kiss from the boy's reddening cheek.
"I know you do. You're getting better at kissing, by the way."
"Shut up," and to keep Kuroro from giving his unwanted, unnecessary snide comments, Kurapika shut him up by kissing him again. It was effective, as usual.
Enough of holding back—Kuroro wanted the boy so bad. The next moment, his hand was all over the blond, pulling him so close, demanding for more. Kurapika didn't resist but was evidently flustered when he broke the kiss to breathe in, though he didn't pull away and lunged to Kuroro's lips again, continuing his task as if he wasn't interrupted at all.
Kurapika felt one of Kuroro's hand crawling down his skin underneath the water. It imitated his own and sneaked its way around his organ. Kurapika flinched a little but easily regained composure. He took it as a cue, and he moved slightly, positioning himself over his lap more comfortably.
When everything was finally set, Kurapika willed himself hard to move his hand up and down the man's erection. Kuroro immediately did the same, savoring the rare moment.
Kuroro audibly moaned against the blond's lips, its sound rang on Kurapika's ears. Kurapika rarely heard him make loud sounds; it was him who would often moan involuntarily and yelp in pain. He knew the older man had no qualms about it, however. In that short span of period, he had come to learn few things about him. Kuroro wasn't the type who would deny himself of the things he was interested into. He was the kind of guy who could easily talk to about things. And Kurapika was kind of sure that if he turned into a normal person, he would be a very sensible, even happy-go-lucky companion to hang out with.
It was creepy, hearing the annoying, pleasured sound coming from him ringing against his mouth. Yet, Kurapika could clearly acknowledge that weird sensations that were beginning to stir inside him upon hearing it. He recognized it as normal urges of his body, his mind was rejecting it all and denying it, but his nerves were doing otherwise. Some part of him hated it, but the other part wanted to hear more. To his ears, the sound both expressed pleasure and weakness. The man was surely an alert and cautious person; he did catch that discreet flinch Kuroro unconsciously made as his hand touched a vulnerable and vital spot should he hit right there and then would inflict a fatal blow and would likely bring the man's life into its instant end.
But Kuroro trusted him that moment and let him be, believing he had meant no harm. That was one point to take into account; with this close scrutiny he would be able to study and observe the Genei Ryodan head. As of the moment, Kurapika really had no concrete plan on his mind to escape this catastrophe he was in. He somewhat believed he needed not as of yet. More time and calculations were ought to be taken in process for a flawless plan to bring Kuroro and his gang completely down. Once with reliable information, threading a perfect strategy would be easy. But as of now, Kurapika had to collect all information he could ever pick on the way, no matter how small or insignificant they would be.
He wanted to test: if he deluded the man with a pretense that he was falling for his web and had np any other choice but to give in, would he see more of his vulnerable sides?
He decided to conduct an initial exprement. Since the man loved to mark and treat him like an owned property, why not make him feel and experience the same treatment? It would surely amuse the perverted creep and he would get his own tiny, little revenge—two birds with a stone. Five billion certainly wasn't easy to pay, and this would definitely cover up a big part of the price.
Kurapika freed Kuroro's lips, both of them were out of breath. The Kuruta cleared his face off of any emotion and looked at the man's eyes, boring his scarlet eyes down his dark ones. Kuroro was thoroughly pleased with his though he was hardly masking the amusement on his face. He returned Kurapika's unwavering gaze equally, looking intently at this crimson, bright orbs.
Neither his face nor his eyes gave him any hint about what was going on inside the Kuruta's mind, but Kuroro knew he was up tp something. Daring him, he curved his wet lips into a naughty smirk, beckoning him to go on, telling him he wanted so much more. Kurapika picked it up and complied. He clamped his reluctant hand at Kuroro's dark hair and clutched onto it. He gently tugged it on a side, angling the man's head sideways, exposing his now defenseless pale neck. Kuroro went along, comprehending what Kurapika was about to do.
As he anticipated, Kurapika gave him ine emotionless look before lowering his head, apparently aiming for his neck. Kuroro heard himself silently growled when the boy's familiarly soft and warm tongue teasingly licked a sensitive spot of several times before lapping his mouth over it. He managed to hold a moan back when Kurapika lightly suckled, flicking his tongue up and down, assaulting its chosen target. The boy's hand kept the pace underwater, stroking him nice and slow, matching the gentle suckling against his throat.
What a soft and gentle torture it was.
Kuroro wanted it harder and faster; he gestured his demand by doing it himself to the blond, pumping him harder and faster, hoping the message would get across. The smart kid did get it and moved faster, he even sucked a little harder while pulling at Kuroro's black strands. Kuroro loved the way the act hurt, he moaned loudly and even breathlessly uttered Kurapika's name.
"… It feels so good. You're good at this, Kurapika," he teased, stifling a chuckle.
"… Thanks. It's funny how it doesn't flatter me at all," Kurapika returned, his voice free of annoyance but filled with sarcasm.
"You're improving with your comebacks too," Kuroro added.
"Hmm," Kurapika only hummed for he was already attending back to now reddening spot he was incessantly suckling earlier.
There was a slightly arch of back from Kuroro—damn his shameless expression of desire. The bastard even arched his head more, offering his skin. A clear sign of surrender; how Kurapika wanted to sever that pale, smooth neck, the towering need to slice it open and tear it apart. It was so tempting, and it felt so ironic now that instead of doing just that, he was obliged to treat nice and gentle. Well, when the right time came he swore he would do it again and again until his neck came off of his head, until his face became beyond recognition. So for the time being, give him the pleasure in exchange for the price he had paid.
It was his turn to whimper right under the man's ears as an involuntary moan slipped from his lips. Kuroro was stroking him so good he could sense himself nearing his climax. He didn't want that in all honesty; the release would mix into the water, dirtying it. He felt stupid and even ironic afterwards; both of them dipping into it was contaminating the water enough, what more damage could it do?
A fairly huge and round red spot was neatly planted over the man's skin when Kurapika pulled away, catching breath. For a split second, his eyes turned to its normal color then it quickly brightened in scarlet again when he saw the angry mark blemished his perfectly white skin.
Kurapika could strongly feel himself blushing. He didn't mean to leave the mark that big—was it because the bastard was too pale? Or did he—did he just have gone too far and lost control? Oh, no. The latter was unlikely. Maybe Kuroro just had a very delicate skin.
"Keeping moving, Kurapika. You're spacing out," the jerk grumbled before stealing a quick kiss from Kurapika's flushed cheek.
"Shut up," was all he could say. He knew he really was spacing out, his mind was swaying off again if he were doing fine, but he needed Kuroro not to remind him that. To keep him from anymore unnecessary comments, he did the one and only effective way to shut his mouth—using his own. He captured the man's lips into a close-mouthed kiss and kept the contact, waiting for the man to deepen it if he wanted to.
He decide to fully focus on his task on hand, he wouldn't want to leave anything unpaid. Determined, he kept on stroking the older man with a hand, wanting him to just come already and get it all over with. He even coordinated with his lips in hope it would help. He felt so sick yet guiltily amused when Kuroro let out one luscious, loud moan and even broke their kiss for a breath, clear signs that he was getting near. His hands started to caress him coaxingly underwater. And as if to coerce him even more, he obliged himself with the kissing task and crushed his lips against Kurapika's instantly signaling him to let him in. Their moans mingled with each other, creating a rhythmic melody. It seemed to be the key for Kuroro's nerves to shake, he let out a brusque growl and Kurapika sensed him released in a matter of seconds.
"… Not bad," Kuroro smirked, breathless.
"One round down," Kurapika listlessly breathed out. "Two more to go."
"Damn it," Kuroro rumbled. "I want nothing right now but to impale myself to you. If only you can be this obedient all the time."
"Dream on, bastard." 'Shit, even the name calling is getting sexier day by day' Kuroro mentally cursed. Kurapika shot him on determined look. "This will be the first and the last, so enjoy it 'til the very end."
"Right, if you say so yourself," Kuroro swore he would make Kurapika swallow that promise later, but for now he would do what he was told—there was no way in hell he would decline the offer.
He maneuvered the boy around and switched their position with Kurapika's back on the tub. The blond neither made resistance nor raised objection, but his eyes displayed confusion and curiosity. Kuroro loved that: he liked it so bad to see that confused and startled expressions every time he would introduce him to new things. The way he would try and mask his desire never failed to amuse and entertain him.
Now he would reward him for his efforts; let him have some incentive for a job well done.
"Up," he demanded.
Kurapika eyes him questioningly at first, but he obeyed nonetheless. Unsure of what the heck Kuroro was planning to do, he pushed himself up and leaned his back against the tub. He went on, seeing Kuroro giving no cue if he should stop. Until he was exactly sitting on the tub's rim.
It all came to his realization when Kuroro moved closer to his crotch.
"No," he hissed in disbelief, both eyes went wide.
"I've told you, haven't I?" Looking up to the startled but now embarrassed look on Kurapika's face, he smiled. "I don't mind spoiling you sometimes."
"I don't need you spoiling me—just get down to your business!"
"There's no need to hurry, we'll get to that," Kuroro chuckled, further flustering the boy.
"I said no!" The blond attempted to stand and get away, but one look at Kuroro's face and he knew the Ryodan head was miles away from joking.
"Quit being a kid and a hypocrite, you're not new to this."
"Damn it!" Kurapika cursed and looked away.
"Kurapika."
"What?"
"Look at me."
"I… can't."
"Yes you can."
"Oh for goodness' sake," he groaned. "Not this."
"Look at me right now."
Kurapika found himself complying to the direct order.
"Look only at me, Kuroro repeated. "Never leave your eyes on me. Watch me carefully—observe. Savor every moment, and don't dare close your eyes for long or avert them. Are we clear?"
"Why are you—"he wasn't even able to finish what he had meant to say when Kuroro hastily brought his lips and closed his mouth on his tip. A yelp sounded and rand all around the echoing bathroom. Kurapika badly wanted to close his eyes and escape shame, but Kuroro's orders surprisingly prevented him to do so. Kuroro locked his gaze on his and never left, he watched as his expressions switched from one to another. His damn, warm mouth busily suckled on his head, he incessantly brushed his tongue against it. He bobbed it in and out of his wet lips, the view was beyond erotic.
The anticipating glint on Kuroro's eyes was violently suppressing. More than the restraint the man made by wrapping both of his arms around his waist, his eyes were more strangling. For some reason, he couldn't get away from the haunting look.
"N-Nn…" His breath hitched very silently, but it was still audible thanks to the god forsake echo.
"Kurapika was lost of what to do with his hands. He was clamping them over the tub's rim, but he wanted something softer to hold on to: a cloth, an arm, or even the dark, wet hair of this bastard would do. But how was he supposed to cling onto that? He would die first than to do such thing.
Until Kuroro grabbed one of his hands and sensually brought it on his head.
The man's finger pressed gently on his palm, effectively opening his hand. With his fingers stretched, he beckoned him to slip them into his hair, to hold on to them as if begging for more. Kurapika didn't want it but he had no choice. Orgasm had begun to take him over, and he was afraid to lose control. He was shaking feverishly, he felt so hot and his body was twitching involuntarily. The room was bloody red on his eyes, and the sight of his archenemy giving him a blow job was vivid. It looked real. It felt real. Kuroro's eyes were not vacant like the usual, they were wild and hungry. His gaze was demanding. It was powerful and firm. His eyes were haunting him, the sharp glint remained etched on his mind. It would surely visit his dreams sooner or later. He wanted to get away from them but couldn't find the heart to do so. He was lost of what the heck to do, and the need to feel the sense of release had overpowered.
He let a gasp out and sneaked one deep, quick breath. He was getting near, and Kuroro sensed it. Kurapika could see through his mind and knew he had no way to escape. It was true anyway, this wasn't the first. But unlike the previous times, now he was obliged to see and watch, and not to turn away. He couldn't cover his eyes and ears either. Kuroro was compelling him to see the truth of this world and the human beings—that the world indeed wasn't all about ideals and justice. It was unfair, cruel, dirty and sad. That this was a part of the path he had chosen to take.
He had come to know how naïve he was. He finally came to realize that he wasn't a child anymore.
Then shamefully, he came. Right into the man's mouth. A drop slid down under his chin. Kurapika felt his heart froze when he saw Kuroro swallowed hard.
He was so stunned in utter disbelief. Kuroro chuckled again and gave him a mocking look, but Kurapika was still paralyzed his brain seemed to cease working for a while.
It looked like it really did take a break, Kurapika didn't raise much resistance when Kuroro pulled him back down the tub and wrapped him into a hug. Of course he had ulterior motives: he held onto the blond's head and attacked a side of his throat with his wet, slippery lips. Kurapika could only whimper; unconsciously he placed a hand over the man's shoulder, Kurapika didn't want to—it was his body moving on its own as if in instinct.
He sometimes couldn't understand why somehow, he felt weak and vulnerable everytime Kuroro's arms were on him. He was hiding it of course, but for some reason whenever the man would offer him warmth and temporary comfort, the desire to succumb to it rose from within him. Was it still a normal impulse? It likely was. It was natural to feel like wanting to reciprocate the same feeling to the other party at some times, especially when ut came to this kind of activity, wasn't it? He believed it was normal to feel like that, perhaps it was normal to respond and acknowledge it, too. It wouldn't hurt to go with it sometimes, he supposed.
'Just for now,' he convinced himself. 'Just for now, leave no debt. Pay up until the last cent.' He made his mind up and steeled himself more.
Hesitantly, he laid both his hands over Kuroro's shoulders, right above his collarbone. Kuroro's lips were now ghosting just below his ear, damn him for finding a sensitive spot, and Kurapika heard himself whimpered. Even if it was against his will, he let the incessant urges take over and the next thing he knew, he was leaning his head lightly against Kuroro's shoulder.
Kuroro's embrace loosened, but it didn't let go. He just brought a hand and brushed his fingertips on the blond's jawline, gesturing him. The blond complied, he looked up and bored his ever so vibrant crimson eyes to Kuroro's dark ones. The man gazed down at him in appreciation then knowingly went for his lips, he caught that brief sight as Kurapika slowly closed his eyes and took one deep breath.
Their lips met, it was neither hesitant nor calculated. It went deep so smoothly, so naturally, and Kuroro couldn't believe it at all. Surely, Kurapika was getting used to it by day.
He couldn't wait any longer than this. He broke the kiss, and it startled the Kuruta. He eyed him questioningly and Kuroro answered the unvoiced question by motioning him to turn around. He simply pressed a hand against one of Kurapika's shoulders, and the blond instantly picked it up for a very brief moment, Kuroro saw fear in his feature, but he never had a chance to confirm if it really was for he had completely turned his back to him.
Kurapika read his mind perfectly; he wasn't told but he held onto the tub's rim and braced himself against it.
Oh, Kuroro thought. Could it be that he somehow wanted him, too? No, of course not. He was just in a hurry. 'Well, the feeling is mutual in a sense,' he gave a discreet chuckle and dug in into the offered treat.
He prepared the boy like the usual with a help of a liquid soap. He sadly couldn't see what kind of expression must have replaced Kurapika's typically composed feature as he slipped one, two fingers in and out of his opening. There was a moan, not loud but audible, shortly followed by huffed and hitched breathing. Until Kuroro judged he was fine, he pulled Kurapika up until his bottom was out of the water. Then, he cautiously pushed his way through the puckered, soft entrance.
A loud sound of a yelp rang inside the bathroom. It was held afterwards, but followed by more ragged and shallow moans. Kuroro pushed into it further, feeding the entire length, and the held cry was released, even louder than the first one. He saw as the blond clawed his hands into the ceramic brim and leaned his head heavily over his knuckles.
He let Kurapika get used to the intrusion, he witnessed how hardly he tried to compose himself when the hitching intake of air was less tensed, he clutched his hands onto his waist and warned him for the next move.
Kuroro pulled out then very carefully went back in. There was another silent whine, but was repressed again. He repeated, but there was no sound. He took it as a cue and thus went a little faster. That warranted another seductive, discreet whimper. He gauged the boy's tolerance through that, and it seemed Kurapika grew more accustomed with heightening speed than the last time.
There was less sound, but less resistance. His body seemed to be more cooperative. There were responses, there were quiet indications of acceptance and even provocations. He caught that slight movement of his hips as if grinding against his, and the arch of his back. He was controlling himself and apparently, he was doing a poor job.
Kuroro brought his torso closer to Kurapika's back and grabbed his either wrists. The thrusts would be less powerful but he would get to hear him louder this way. It was even more affectionate and up close. He was sure he would get him more submissive and compliant with this.
"Am I too fast?" He asked in his husky, breathy voice.
"… Don't take me as a weakling, bastard," Kurapika said in a not-so-convincing arrogant tone. Well, he was panting so hard and his grasp on the tub looked as though if he were to add any more pressure, the ceramic would be crushed into pieces.
"I'll take that as a no," he teased and bent his head closer to Kurapika's. He sneaked one kiss from his cheek then began ramming against him again.
There were muffled moans and uneven breaths again, some occasional 'ah!' and visible twitching and shivering. Kuroro figured Kurapika was less conscious with the sounds, given that they were not face to face unlike the usual. Perhaps he was a little less concerned with now that he couldn't watch him switch expressions into another. Oh, that was one another tiny discovery to take into account.
'It's hot… it's freaking hot,' Kurapika felt as if he was on fire: well he was, metaphorically. This session felt peculiarly different from the previous ones, maybe because of the location and even position. He was free to screw his face and open his mouth in voiceless gasps since he couldn't see, and he couldn't see his sick and arrogant smirk either. He was clueless of the pace Kurapika would do, and it was making his heart go wild. The bastard must be having so much fun as he watched his own length getting in and out of him. What a sickening thought was that. He didn't think he would want to try this position ever again, yet—maybe a little change wouldn't be so bad once in a while.
'It oddly feels less flustering, maybe because there was no eye contact?'
Then it came again, this weird dizziness that he always experienced whenever they did it. It was likely from fatigue and their prolonged stay on the hot water. He tried to will it away and hide it from the man. It seemed Kuroro was taking more time to come, he absently wondered a little why.
Seconds later, he finally felt the warm, foreign liquid spilling inside him, intoxicating his nerves and senses.
There were husked, ragged pants behind him. Kuroro pulled out and sank back down the water, seemingly satisfied. Kurapika warily sat down from the awkward position and slightly huddled to his knees, trying to get a grip of himself. He refused to turn around, not that he wanted to look at the bastard just after the second round. He believed he would last for one last time before the headache worsened, yet he didn't expect to be held from behind and be forced to lean his back into a warm, soft flesh.
It funnily took him some time before realizing that Kuroro actually tangled to him for a—'cuddle?'
"You're dizzy again, aren't you?" Kuroro nonchalantly asked.
Kurapika neither wanted to admit nor deny. He admittedly had no reason to deny, but he had no heart to say yes either. To the question, he could only remain silent.
"I see, let's take a little break inside the room. We'll continue there," Kuroro spoke with a light tone on his voice.
Kurapika refused to believe that the bastard was capable of speaking with such tone, let alone hearing him say things as if having concern over him. Then again, this wasn't the first time Kuroro ever expressed acts of consideration towards him. Sometimes, he couldn't help but think that this man now comfortably cuddling him had two faces.
"Fine," he only mumbled. He curled into himself even more, he would die first before voluntarily lean against his sworn enemy's chest.
"Let's go," Kurapika felt the man standing on his feet from behind. He let the man leave the tub first, he looked so uncaring about walking naked in front of another person. Well, Kurapika had seen it all for quite a lot of times, it was him who was still restless and worked up about all of these.
He followed him shortly, not wanting the man to think that he was awkward and all about moving around bared. He toweled himself dry in haste and wrapped his lithe body with a white bathrobe, mentally asking himself why the hell was he feeling so self-aware and even insecure for having a small, frail looking built compared to the conceited bastard's muscular, well-toned physique. Kuroro didn't even bother touching the other bathrobe and just put on a small, white towel around his waist.
Then Kurapika realized he was being eaten by contemplations. Again. His hair was dripping wet, and he wasn't even aware. He reacted pretty delayed when Kuroro swabbed a towel over his head and gently dried it up for him. Kurapika tried to get away, while Kuroro was holding him still. The towel soon revealed a disheveled and blushing Kurapika, yet he didn't raise any objection and just bowed his head in peculiar embarrassment.
"Let's get moving," he cued and marched out of the bathroom.
Once outside, Kurapika went over his clothes and looked for his phone, intending to check the time. His heart skipped a beat when the phone's screen showed three consecutive missed calls and a text message from his co-worker, Mitsuhiko. He immediately read its contents, took one glance at the Spider head who was now sitting on the bed and waiting for him. Kuroro gave him a inquiring look, he answered by swiping a button on his phone and turning his back to him to make a call. He kept his voice low and his answers timid, Mitsuhiko didn't ask him for details but gave him a concise report. Once done with the conversation, Kurapika let a smirk grace on his lips and drew a relieved sigh out.
"It seems we have to put the third one on hold," Kurapika announced, turning around to look at the man. As he expected, Kuroro just gave him a smile and sat upright on the bed. "I didn't expect you're not as clean as I've always been assuming when doing your job. I wonder how they've found out."
"Ah, did I mess something up?" Kuroro asked with a silly smile.
"Yes, it seems." 'It's time for some bargaining.' "Now I wonder what I should do? The man they are looking for and asked me to catch is now merrily chatting with me. Ah, it would surely fetch me some reputation should I turn you to them."
""As if you can," Kuroro chuckled sardonically.
"You love underestimating me, don't you?" Kurapika stepped closer to the man and halted right in front of him. "I did catch you once, remember? And you know," Kuroro's eyes showed no surprise when the sound of chains began to linger in the room, and the real chains suddenly slithered and shackled his wrists and ankles. Kurapika indulged himself with the rare view then remarked: "What happened once can happen twice."
Kuroro gave an easy-going sigh. "What do you want?"
"First thing; put the third round on hold."
This time, Kuroro groaned like a dejected child.
"Do you realize how fun it will be to play bondage again with these?" Kuroro waved his wrists as if implying that he liked being bound like that.
Kurapika felt his face blushing, but he didn't waver.
"Second; find out if Meniandro has any Kuruta eyes in his possession, and how many they are."
"Want me to get them for you? That comes with a different charge, of course."
"Get the information, and we'll talk."
"Got it."
Kurapika retracted his chains. It dissipated into the thin air.
"Get your escape route ready if I were you," he advised. "The management is pretty desperate and even went as far as asking all the hunters on board just to catch you. They have a hunch about you being a member of Ryodan, too."
"Sure. Thanks for the tip."
"Just to tell you; don't expect any help from me. Once you're caught, I won't hesitate to kill you should I be asked to."
"Roger that," Kuroro answered in a very lazy tone.
Kurapika donned into his clothes as fast as he could, feeling Kuroro's eyes all over him as he did so.
"See you again next time," Kuroro bade, he waved a hand coupled with a smile plastered on his face.
Kurapika only shot him a gaze then made a sound in his throat as a response. He left without saying another word.
Behind the closed door, Kuroro sluggishly slumped his back on the mattress and sighed.
"You've finally learned how to play, huh," he mused aloud.
'This is getting more and more interesting,' Kuroro was loving it. He sure had more spectacles to look forward to. Too bad he missed that one more round, he should have just did him back then on the tub regardless of the state the Kuruta was in, he himself said not to be treated as a weakling. Well anyway, he could just make up to that pending round. Oh, even for some reason that was actually pretty exciting.
Back on his current situation, he did have to devise an escape plan. He wondered how they figured out his identity, though he was certain that they weren't particularly suspecting him as of yet. Kuroro wouldn't wait for them of course—he would be long gone when they did.
Good time was over, he needed to get going. He languidly clad in his clothes and prepared for his departure, all the while pondering over the thought of how could he get Kurapika have another bondage game with him using his very own vicious chains.
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P.S.: Here's a little confession I think I ought to make. Yeah, I spent most of my nights when I was 9 imagining these two bathing together in a tub. Also, in an onsen. Under the shower as well. I think I fantasized about a water fall/lake scene too (oh God I really did I JUST REMEMBERED NOW). So this is a dream come true. A small part of me wants to cry right now. OH GOD. *face palms*
Oh, and a correction: I spent my nights that way when I was young, and I still have been.