-= |Standard Disclaimers Applied | Idea by pixie-atme | Rated R for yaoi with LIME and slight LEMON| =-


Only You


Ch. 1

If this is a dream, he didn't want it to end.

"Kurapika…" he managed to rasp out, sighing as the golden-haired youth placed a delectable kiss upon his bare chest. Closing his eyes to the sheer pleasure it brought, he felt a hand reach up for him, pulling his head down so that his lips might meet the other's soft pink ones. He obliged all too willingly, drowning in ecstasy as a saccharine tongue sweeter than any candy entered his mouth, inviting his own to dance with it. Again he could do nothing but to give in, swept up by a wave of euphoria.

Unfortunate that neither of them could go on for eternity without needing air. Too soon the delicious kiss ended, and they pulled away from each other, breathing hard. The wonderful feeling a while ago has not yet completely left him however, and he found himself pulling the other's body rather roughly closer to his own. His mate didn't seem to mind though, fogged blue eyes looking up at him with not a sign of rejection.

Yes, the angel is his, his alone.

Pale tender wrists crossed each other just behind his neck, the owner using it to pull himself up for another mind-blowing kiss. He tasted the angel's sweetness for about two seconds, before the other pulled away again, lowering himself. He groaned in disappointment, a groan replaced by rapturous sighs moments later as the young man simultaneously licked and kissed his collarbone, moving slowly towards the throbbing point at the base of his throat, which he took into his mouth and sucked on hungrily once he reached it. He was lost, dizzy with pleasure, moaning out loud the only word he could, the other's name…

Slap!

He woke up, feeling a burning sensation throbbing across his left cheek. Looking up he met the scarlet eyes of a red-faced ange...devil, the young man glaring down at him with a horrible scowl that marred his beautiful features. The other thoroughly livid, it didn't take him long to decide that his moans have not gone unheard. Now he faces judgment, harsh for sure.

It was a dream.

He fought hard the urge to pull the blonde down to join him in bed, to continue his pleasure-filled fantasy…and surely get a hell of a beating even before he manages to do the latter. Of course, the daggers being shot at him from bloodshot eyes helped a lot. He said nothing, staring as the other tried to control his anger.

"You're sick, Leorio," Kurapika finally broke the thick silence, saying the words through gritted teeth. His eyes reverted back to their chilly blue. He turned on his heels and walked out of the room, not really slamming the door behind him, rather closing it quickly and sharply.

What a way to start the day.

*~*~*~*~*


"Good morning, Leorio!"

It was quite hard to return the young kid's smile today, after what humiliation he had gone through, but he forced it nonetheless. He didn't think he'll be able to muster up enough energy to put up with Gon's endless question if he discovers anything wrong. So he smiled, greeted him back - though not as jovial but it passed - and took his seat at the small, square table, not really hungry, but knowing that he needs to show up for breakfast. Once he did though, the flaxen-haired youth sitting directly across from him stood up.

"Please excuse me. I think I'm going off to work early today," Kurapika said, voice carefully kept normal, to his friends, though Leorio felt the words directed only to the two younger ones. He belatedly realized that saying 'please excuse me' was highly unlikely of him - not that he's constantly impolite or anything - since he never had done so in the past. He usually just stands and leaves if he needs to, with no word to anybody unless asked. An anxious look from someone confirmed the mistake he has done, as well as stop him from pulling further the chair from behind him.

"Kurapika?"

"It's nothing, Gon. I'm just...just worried about Neon-sama," he finished lamely, not all convincing. Anyone would easily be able to tell that he was lying just by the tone of his voice. "And I need to talk to Senritsu about some matters," he added, slipping away and striding towards the glass and brass doors of the fancy restaurant without waiting for any reply.

Gon looked...well, upset. The other twelve-year old sitting across from the first gave Leorio a pointed look, as if mentally asking what's wrong with his best friend. A single shake of the head served as his only response and Killua gave him a strange, skeptical look. An uncomfortable silence befell the table - my second one today, he mused - and then the waitress came to take their orders.

*~*~*~*~*


"Good morning, Kurapika!"

Uncanny that he should be greeted the same way though by a different person. "Good morning, Senritsu," he greeted back politely, taking note of his surroundings almost subconsciously - His charge sat cross-legged down on the carpeted floor, playing cards with a reluctant Basho, while Eliza and her other attendant tended to her. The girl's hotel room looked the same as always, furnished exquisitely with fastidious yet comfortable pieces, the likes of which are all-over Yorkshin City for the use of the rich and powerful who annually comes for the Mafia underground auctions.

A day just like any others. If someone said that my life would be like this in the future five years ago, he would have been looked at strangely by the whole tribe.

He made his presence known to Neon and then sat down next to Senritsu on the scarlet leather couch, glad for some momentary peace. His friend knew him enough not to break the companionable silence, settling instead to just sit there quietly and wait for him to talk. His heartbeat was serene, but not entirely so. Her patience paid off moments later.

"What am I supposed to do with him, Senritsu? He still hasn't gotten over his ludicrous infatuation over me," he whispered quite miserably, a troubled look claiming his features. Leorio might be a jerk at times, and a real pain when he wants to be, but anyway you look at it, Leorio is Leorio, his best friend in their small group of four. He didn't want to loose the guy, but he didn't love him either. And pretending that he does would only hurt the other more than rejection. He has told only Senritsu of his dilemma, and if any other of his close friends knew of it, they were pretty good at hiding the fact from him.

She remained silent a while longer and then- "Maybe because it's not merely a ludicrous infatuation? Maybe he truly loves you."

He knows that. He's been pretending otherwise, but the truth has been plain as daylight, dancing right in front of his eyes. Still he refuses to believe it, becoming stubborn as he had never been. Not that it matters anyway. Even if Leorio possesses a love that could rival Romeo's for Juliet, the main point is that he doesn't love him back!

"That's worse," he told Senritsu, standing up at the pink-haired girl's call.

*~*~*~*~*


I'm really sorry. I have to go.

His parting words echoed inside her head, deafening, impossible to get rid of. Her right hand clenched into a tight fist, coming down on the surface of the wooden bench she sat on with the satisfying sound of splintering wood. With one slender finger she traced the crack as tears began to stream down her cheeks for the umpteenth time in the last week. The first was when she sat on the cold marble floor of their apartment, staring blankly at the closed door before her and calling out his name helplessly like a lost child would.

You're a hunter too. You should understand how I am feeling.

Before she went off for the exams her father had warned her that being a hunter meant self-sacrifice. She didn't really understand it then, but she does now. All hunters have their duties, duties they value far more than their loved ones. To them, their passion amount greater than their feelings, this knowledge allowing them to leave everything behind without any qualms, should something concerning their work comes up. Knowing him as a dedicated wildlife hunter, she should have known that something like this is bound to happen sooner or later. She didn't though and that's why the pain hit her with such a force that left her soul shattered, dust to be blown away by the wind.

I love you.

If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have left me! Her hand closed around the necklace she wore, clenching tighter as she yanked it roughly off her neck. It was a pretty thing, a chain made of sterling silver with an arrow pendant made of pure gold, the tip of which was ruby while the other end was sapphire. It was his first gift to her when he started courting, and she cherished it above anything else she owned. It has somehow lost its beauty the day he left her however, the fine piece of jewelry no longer possessing any meaning.

A rustling sound from the trees behind her drew her out of her thoughts. The place was a secluded part of the city park and she preferred to stay there for it offered her privacy. She was then surprised when the young man stepped into the clearing she was in. Too stunned to do anything else, she fled, leaving the necklace behind.

*~*~*~*~*


Where the hell am I?

He walked slowly, peering through the trees once in awhile only to see more trees. The grass grew knee-high around him and everywhere all he could see was green, green, and more green. Flora abundant, he felt lost in the Queensland rainforest of Australia, when he was, in fact, only missing in a park. And no, not in the vast and beautiful Lamington National Park, just plain old Yorkshin public city park, except that he has never wandered this deep into the place before. And from the state of his untrimmed woodland-like surroundings, he can pretty much say that neither has the park maintenance. Not that any of those thoughts mattered much. The bottom line is he was lost. He, a professional hunter, lost in a mere park.

Yep. This city has it all, alright.

At long last he emerged from in-between the trees and into a small clearing, blinking rapidly as his eyes tried to get used to the light. In the middle of the place was a simple bench and he thought he saw a young girl sitting on it, her back to him. It must have been his imagination though, or the light playing tricks on his eyes, because the next second she was gone like she had never been there at all. His hands came up instinctively to cover his eyes when sunlight reflected off something resting on the bench.

What the-?

He walked towards it, picking a necklace up by its silvery chain. It was a dear thing and undoubtedly belongs to whoever that girl was that had previously been there. He let his hand travel along the bench: warm, though different than that of the sun beating down upon the place. There were also some drops of liquid of some sort: tears?

I have to find her, but first I need to figure out how to get out of here.