Leorio couldn't bear to rip his eyes off of Kurapika's golden blonde locks cascading over each curve and hill of the pillow, even daring to shroud parts of his blue irises from their sole admirer. So gently, as to not disrupt the delicate blonde, Leorio brushed the loose strands from Kurapika's eyes. A rare smile exposing the beautiful curve of Kurapika's beautiful lips acted as Leorio's reward. Such a simple action had never before rendered Leorio as shy!

"Leorio..." he lovingly sighed as he reached up towards the boy he'd so warmly addressed, aiming to caress his cheek. Kurapika's mellifluous voice rustled the silence that existed between them like a swarm of flustered butterflies. Leorio didn't care. In fact, he welcomed Kurapika's intrusion!

But...Kurapika's seemed to linger so regrettably far away from Leorio. The longer the movement took, the lonelier Leorio felt. Swallowing his nerves with a thick gulp, Leorio guided his hand to its destination against his cheek, and suddenly, everything stabilised within him. Cradling the impossibly warm hand against his cheek was an impossibly rare, once-in-a-lifetime event only Leorio would ever experience. This was their connection; their unbreakable chain linked with magic; from hand to hand, from hand to cheek.

Responding to Kurapika's gentle beckoning might waste their precious, intimate time together, but something compelled Leorio to respond. With what - a question, an answer, a request, a similar call of Kurapika's name? The solution did not have the pivotal solution Leorio craved. Responding with some sweet nonsense seemed natural to Leorio, but the moment Leorio opened his mouth, Kurapika replaced whatever would leave his mouth with a soft kiss.

"Leorio..." Kurapika murmured, his comforting tone cradling Leorio along with his lithe arms around his neck. The sound permeated Leorio's ears with the haunting sigh of his name, repeating over, and over, and over again in his mind. "Leorio..."

"Leorio!" The sharp, angered voice of his teacher interrupted his pleasant daydream. The shock drove Leorio to scramble to a standing position from his wooden school desk and almost dropping the textbook perched in his hands. After being ripped from his hazy, dreamlike state, Leorio became overwhelmed with nauseous dizziness. Falling or fainting in the middle of class seemed less than desirable in his current predicament, so Leorio steadied himself as best as he could.

"Y-Yes, Satotz-sensei," the brunette stammered, attempting not to look as fearful as he felt internally. All of Leorio's classmates' eyes stared at him incredulously, leading Leorio to ponder how long, if at all, he spaced out for! Beginning to flush and break into a light sweat, Leorio felt he stood under a bright, balmy spotlight on a stage, unprepared for a spontaneous speech. In essence, Leorio was currently under the mortifying scrutiny of his entire class, so he might as well have been under a spotlight.

Adding to the judgement, the teacher's eyes brimmed with disappointment and irritation the longer he stared at his student, who grew increasingly more uncomfortable. "How nice of you to finally rejoin us after attempting to grab your attention three times," Satotz commented in a dry, unimpressed manner.

"I'm sorry..." Leorio apologised with sincerity and chagrin. But, despite his apology, Satotz refused to be merciful.

"Would you like to share with the class whatever preoccupied your mind? It seemed to be more important than my lesson," Satotz commented, leaning forward on the teacher's podium with feigned interest. Everybody, even Leorio and Satotz, knew Leorio wouldn't utter whatever reigned through his mind.

On instinct, Leorio's eyes subtly drifted to Kurapika, who was the only student not openly staring at his inanity. Instead, Kurapika continued to read the assigned textbook studiously. Gazing at the blonde locks elegantly framing his face and shyly brushing along his neck and collar almost seduced Leorio back into a daydream. But, the brunette held firm and gripped his link to reality hard, no matter how safe or comforting it may have been to slip out of his current embarrassment.

No catalyst existed. Nothing particularly extraordinary occurred the day the dreams began. Leorio spent the weekend with Kurapika - as usual. Kurapika sent him a 'good night' message, with a thinly-veiled nagging reminder about homework - as usual...annoyingly. Then, Kurapika appeared in a sexy wet dream, engaging each other in the filthiest dirty talk and sultry sexual acts that Leorio wasn't sure had been invented yet - wholly random and highly unusual. The confused, shock, and thoroughly aroused Leorio awoke within the early hours of the morning with sticky sheets and burning afterimages of his blonde friend assuming vulnerable, suggestive positions as a souvenir.

The memories remained in the forefront of Leorio's capricious, dirty mind the entirety of the following day, unfortunately growing stronger once Kurapika entered his slovenly field of vision. Hallucinations involving Kurapika's imagined pleading, taste, moans, smell, touch, shit, anything that Leorio's mind could conjure, erupted like fireworks with every interaction. Everything about Kurapika's gorgeous features and each detail of his body down to the freckle inscribed itself into Leorio's mind. Even the sinful, sacred area of flesh hidden beneath Kurapika's pants (an area Leorio had never seen, nor wanted to see, before) had been formed by Leorio's unconscious, vividly and mouthwateringly so.

If Kurapika noticed Leorio's slightly flustered, slightly bashful attitude at school, he decided not to comment. Truthfully, what Kurapika would have said or done to his taller friend if he examined his mind's iniquitous contents remained unknown. There was no way Leorio wouldn't feel guilty - his dreams and lascivious thoughts bordered on sexual harassment! As long as the dreams ceased to continue (and all of its lingering aftereffects...), everything would return to normal.

Luck never stuck by Leorio's side because Kurapika continued to invade his dreams, night, after night, after hellacious night, until Leorio dreamed about him every night for one month.

A month of realistic, picturesque sex dreams despite being a kissless virgin. Worst of all...Leorio no longer suffered the consequences of abhorrence towards himself, his unconscious, and his overexcitable body that stained his sheets and underwear more times than acceptable for a teenaged boy. Deeper feelings developed, ones of endearment making Leorio's heartbeat thump within his chest when Kurapika was...just being Kurapika!

And that fucking terrified him! Leorio had never developed feelings - romantic or sexual - towards another man before. What, if any, was the purpose of Kurapika's presence in his dreams? Leorio's feelings towards Kurapika only emerged after his mind created the sexy scenarios, suggesting that Leorio may have developed an unconscious crush on the blonde. Although, Leorio still wasn't aware of the extent of his feelings towards Kurapika. Did he like Kurapika? Was Leorio falling in love with him? Were the chronic daydreams a symptom of a sexual awakening that concomitantly galvanized and terrified him?

Over time, Leorio calmed and matured enough to understand his affections for Kurapika didn't stem from the gender he identified as, but rather an amalgamation of who he presented himself as that attracted Leorio; for whatever reason. Whether he wanted to take parts of Kurapika, or wanted every alluring aspect of Kurapika that he had to offer, didn't matter. Woman or man; Leorio didn't give a shit. Kurapika represented something so enticing, something so ethereal, that Leorio decided he must have him!

If the dreams remained while Leorio slept, he'd easily keep this dirty secret of his. Now, Leorio found himself inundated with hallucinations of Kurapika during the day. At school, during lessons, in casual conversations - the time and place mattered not because his inner desires took control. One moment Leorio would be speaking to Kurapika in a calm and platonic manner; the next, the aura and sunlight around them would dim to a vibrant deep orange each and every time, as though mother nature turned on some moody, romantic lighting for them. That's how Leorio knew to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Then, oh God then, he'd imagine Kurapika kittenishly beckoning him to a passionate make-out session on his school desk. Hot flush; shirt unbuttoned; patently aroused; and utterly delicious to Leorio.

When Leorio snapped back to reality, Kurapika would be left slightly disgruntled, wondering if his friend listened to his words. One fantasy wasn't enough, however. What Leorio's mind projected to him would become lewder and lewder until some distraction saved him from interacting with Kurapika.

Nausea always followed Leorio's snap back to reality, as well as feeling faint and feverish. It became a jarring, intense experience, leaving him with dizziness and whiplash. The sickness Leorio's body - and, admittedly, his heart - experienced could only be attributed to the inability to handle the cognitive change back to the present. Leorio's chest ached fiercely as though a cold chain surrounded his heart, threatening to squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze until the organ couldn't stand the pressure. Cognitive hallucinations seemed as easy to handle like a light breeze in comparison to Leorio's physical symptoms. In fact, the hypochondriac side of the brunette convinced himself he had developed a psychotic disorder - according to the net, at least.

Psychosis would more than hurt Leorio's chances of becoming a doctor. He may have to relinquish his lifelong dream if he couldn't reign in the daydreams, lest he experience cruel stigma against him! Hoping the dreams would quickly clear up, and along with it, his crush on Kurapika, instilled Leorio with a sense of determination as opposed to cowering in his house, controlled by his mind. So, Leorio kept up the farce of nothing out of the ordinary that occurred in his assumedly dull mind.

"It's...nothing important," Leorio mumbled. Only then did Kurapika decide to glance at him, disrupting Leorio's focus. In hindsight, Leorio most likely stared at Kurapika the entire time his imagination ran wild. Nevertheless, he firmly set his eyes down on his desk, hoping Kurapika hadn't noticed his gaze. "I'll be more attentive from now on. It won't happen again."

"See to it. Now, could you please read page 217 for the class?" Satotz requested. His student nodded meekly in response, holding the book in preparation to read. In Leorio's panic, the textbook flipped upside down; a fact Satotz noticed before Leorio registered his error. "After you turn the book the right way around, Leorio."

"Right, sorry," Leorio muttered, cheeks flushing even harder to the embarrassing sound of his classmates snickering. What made matters worse was feeling the haunting sensation of Kurapika's cobalt eyes staring directly at him - piercing through him, analysing the hidden thoughts, feelings, and desires Leorio would never dare divulge to Kurapika.

And the slight gaze, inspiring heavy discomfort (no matter how internally excited Leorio found himself, the way his subtle trembling chattered his being to his bones), succeeded on distracting him throughout his reading. Leorio felt completely and utterly foolish as he read the passage. Usually, Leorio felt confident - even though he may have been clueless or deluded to others - and others' criticisms didn't phase him. Now, every word beginning with 'K' projected Kurapika's face into his mind, rendering Leorio into a blushing, stuttering mess by the end of the page.

The daydreams impaired Leorio's confidence significantly, and he could only blame Kurapika. But, as Leorio sat back into his seat, he noticed Kurapika's gaze remained hovering on him. Looking rather sympathetic, Kurapika's eyes seemed to question if he was okay, not accustomed to witnessing Leorio stumble as hard as he had. For a sudden, Kurapika's face seemed to burn bright against the rest of his surroundings as though a separate, more brilliant spotlight. In a heart-stopping moment, simultaneously painful and rousing, Leorio felt positively smothered by Kurapika,

smothered by his lips, his hands on his own body attempting to tug him as close as he possibly could. Oxygen no longer existed as a necessity for Leorio. The panic a human might feel when suffocating didn't occur in Leorio - especially when he could use Kurapika's kisses as a substitute. Just when the brunette thought the boy underneath him couldn't radiate anymore warmth, he became proven wrong as his hands brushed along his bare skin. Most of the buttons had been exuberantly undone by Leorio, who quickly and ecstatically dove back in to complete the rest of the job...

Leorio smiled weakly and wanly at the blonde, eyes returning to the front of the room to both control his vertigo and attempt to pay attention to class. The intense concentration wouldn't last for long. Kurapika approached his desk after the bell rang, filling him with dread. What would he say? What would he do? Would Leorio be able to pull himself together for long enough?

"We've got P.E. now; are you coming? I think we're running laps today," Kurapika announced, cradling his textbooks in his arms. The simple, friendly words he spouted like routine relaxed Leorio...but also filled him with deep disappointment. Expecting Kurapika to attend to his humiliation, and supposedly comfort him, would be too much to ask for as a friend. Kurapika owed him absolutely nothing, nor was his friend a mind reader.

"I...don't really feel up to it. I'm probably going to skip and go to the nurses' office instead," Leorio explained. Besides, the more Leorio thought about attending P.E., the more avoiding such a class seemed appealing. Changing his uniform next to Kurapika, running laps with Kurapika, who broke into a light sweat not from exercise but from the blazing sun cascading over them, such a sight was

not unlike anything Leorio had seen from Kurapika before. When their libidos matched perfectly, when their sweaty bodies collided in such pleasurable angles, it became hard to tear Kurapika away from him like illimitless tight tesselations. Leorio had never dreamed Kurapika would be bold enough to propose sex outside, but who was he to question the blonde's sudden divergence from his modest, vanilla ways?! Retreating to a clump of camouflaging forest, away from their classmates, hand in hand, the restless Leorio couldn't find it in himself to rebel against Kurapika.

"We'll be fine here...as long as you're quiet," Kurapika murmured in jest, squeezing Leorio's hand within his own. His balmy hand held a tight grip on Leorio. Though, Kurapika need not fret about Leorio escaping, because when your captor was as enticing as Kurapika, who would want to leave?

"Fair. You don't really look well, especially after how you handled yourself in class today. Running around in the hot sun in the middle of the day is the last thing you need," Kurapika agreed with Leorio's decision. Although Kurapika's agreement probably aimed to be understanding, it only forced Leorio to relive his embarrassment. Still unaware, Kurapika tilted his head inquisitively. "Do you need somebody to accompany you? I can come with you if you need."

"No way! My legs work just fine, Kurapika," Leorio grumbled. It was impossible to deny the fact that his concern, no matter how insignificant to the blonde expressing it, meant the world to Leorio!

"And you were under the assumption that your brain worked 'just fine' before, but considering your oral performance in class before, you might be wrong," Kurapika interjected, smart words succeeding at squashing Leorio's gratitude. A typical jab from the surprisingly feisty blonde would result in Leorio rolling his eyes, scoffing at the statement, or conjuring up a much less witty retort. Today, Leorio couldn't gather the energy to fire back, especially regarding Kurapika's word choice.

Why the fuck did he have to say oral?

"I can get there on my own, okay? You don't have to be concerned," Leorio insisted, defeated by such a simple double entendre - especially one he might have pointed out only for the blonde to frown and call him a 'pervert'. Leorio had beaten himself up enough today about his perverted thoughts without Kurapika kicking him while he was down.

"If you insist. I'll see you after school," Kurapika raised his hand in a simple farewell before joining Melody, who lingered by the classroom door for the blonde. The polite smile they shared ignited a strong sense of jealousy within Leorio...even though it wasn't Leorio's place to become jealous. He felt so cripplingly lonely, as though Kurapika was slipping through his fingers before he could grab him and hold him tight. The sick feeling kept him rooted in his chair despite now being alone in the classroom. Now Leorio really felt more alone than ever!

Reminding himself that the real Kurapika had never been 'his' to begin with barely helped ease the nauseous pain in Leorio's stomach. Leorio knew Kurapika didn't hold the same amorous affections for him which all but shocked his reality.

Allowing the negative emotions to stew (and gradually depress him), Leorio attempted to pull himself together and left the empty classroom, dejectedly making his way to the nurse's office. He must have conveyed some sort of ill helplessness that he himself was unaware of because the nurse took a single look at him before immediately ushering him to a bed without so much as asking for his symptoms. Calm, quiet, and unstimulating, the nurse's office seemed to be the perfect setting to wallow in his thoughts.

The way the novel, sharp pain spread through his chest and down to his stomach with every beat of his heart only solidified Leorio's feelings for Kurapika. Nothing confirmed Leorio's crush like bitter enviousness, or jealousy - if Leorio felt particularly insecure about his bond with Kurapika. How agonising to witness Kurapika within his mind behave so lovingly, wanting him so passionately, to interacting with his demure, thus, impossibly real, self! The last adjectives Leorio would describe Kurapika as would be callous, or supercilious, but...he felt cold! Resentment unfairly built up in response to the discrepancy, no matter how much Leorio attempted to rationalise with himself.

Perhaps taking his friend's considerate offer to accompany him would have saved Leorio from experiencing such heartache...

"You want me to stay with you? I'm not sure how I'll make you feel better, but I'll stay," Kurapika accepted with a low, muted tone. He sat in the plastic chair next to the bed - one of many that inhabited the modest room. The nurse, sitting in her office right outside, could not know Kurapika snuck into the room with Leorio. If discovered, Kurapika held no intention of being pried from the brunette, evident through his lithe hand slithering underneath the thin bedsheets to caress Leorio's thigh.

Shuddering, so grateful for his presence and so suddenly aroused, Leorio did nothing to halt him. Kurapika's gentle smile offered the impression of no impetuous behaviour unfit for the school grounds. The sight only brought a hot flush to Leorio's cheeks, and, coupled with Kurapika's hand drifting to an even hotter area of Leorio's body...

Leorio squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his palms into his fleshy eyelids as though he were attempting to rid himself of a cringy memory. Wishful thinking struck him. Deeply. As time progressed, it became painfully obvious to Leorio that the vision of Kurapika he'd created in his mind did not reflect who Kurapika really was.

Admittedly, and rapaciously so, the daydreams filled the gaping, melancholic void in Leorio's heart and made him so unbelievably happy for a brief moment. Though, the time to bask in his happiness passed as one brief glance out the window revealed his entire class congregated on the grassy field with their P.E. teacher. Like a heat-seeking missile, Leorio's eyes immediately located Kurapika among the group. Leorio's lips twitched with a smile, eagerly leaning towards the window for a better view. Kurapika rarely interacted with anybody during classes because he liked to be focused and flow in his concentration without distractions. Seeing him comforted Leorio, as it became evident that Kurapika continued to be himself even in Leorio's absence. Plus, he somewhat mimicked the Kurapika that was just for Leorio that existed in his mind!

The only thing that would make this situation better was if Kurapika's astute instincts kicked in and noticed Leorio's gaze. What would the unwitting prey do, then, once the predator locked his sights on him? Kurapika may acknowledge him with a slight smile or head nod, or bring it up to him later in the school day. The awareness of Leorio's own thoughts and feelings without Kurapika's knowledge thrilled him like nothing else. Knowing how he loved and lusted after Kurapika while the blonde would bluntly confront him to ask why Leorio was

staring at me? Do you have something you'd like to say?" Kurapika questioned, though Leorio could only assume he wasn't scolding him, judging from his bashful tone. Miraculously, Kurapika seemed almost embarrassed by his predatory leer. Kurapika didn't realise that his eyes reflected a similar sense of wanting, too."Are you expecting something?"

Excruciatingly aware of Leorio's burning lust, threatening to produce smoke and cloud his brown eyes, Kurapika all but knew what plagued Leorio's mind once in close contact; he just wanted to hear Leorio verbalise his desires. Counterintuitively, the sexy sonorisation layered in Kurapika's question rendered Leorio speechless. Kurapika's hand, firm and flush up against his hardening erection in his pants, drove Leorio just as crazy as the vibrations of Kurapika's voice in his ears.

Kurapika's palm curved to snuggle against his cock, even more, rendering his already uncomfortable school pants even more uncomfortable. A heavy sigh dropped from Leorio's lips, which the blonde interpreted as an invitation to crawl on his bed, shortening their distance and growing closer. "Mh, how shameless," Kurapika tutted disapprovingly. Though, when he crawled onto the bed to tug the covers down and bask in the arousal he'd created and inspired on Leorio's body, Kurapika seemed ignorant or unaware that he was acting just as shameless as the brunette.

Leorio felt almost helpless under Kurapika's touch, held hostage by his hands and his being kneeled between his slightly parted legs. Of course, this interaction wasn't non-consensual. Boldly, and so expertly, Kurapika continued to close the gap between their bodies - chest against chest, forehead against forehead - conferring his weight onto Leorio until his back pressed against the wall behind them. The hesitation to touch Kurapika suddenly halted his hands from brushing Kurapika's decadent body. How could somebody as decorous as Kurapika transform into this spectacular being smothering him?

A chuckle, a simple, charming chuckle, knocked Leorio from his momentary trance in favour of succumbing to Kurapika's spell. All Leorio craved is for Kurapika to touch him even more, and swore he'd be conquered by madness if he didn't receive the skin-on-skin contact he so craved.

" Don't you think it's shameless, Leorio?" The blonde's sweet murmur stuck to his lips like honey, overstimulating him to the point of a subtle shiver.

"Y-Yeah..." Leorio mumbled in response. No matter how foolish Leorio sounded to himself, a response was exactly what Kurapika as he melted into a smile, melting into a kiss before Leorio came to his senses.

"No!" He scolded himself, slapping his cheeks with his palms as he collapsed back onto the pillow. What, if God's name, inspired Leorio to imagine such lascivious scenarios? Much less skip class and fake an illness just to entertain himself and his libido, too! Leorio practically envisioned himself walking down the path to delinquency.

Anytime Leorio's daydreams became too intense, the dirty acts in his mind seemed to break from the bounds of his brain to warp reality. Leorio's body couldn't help but unconsciously act out everything that played out in his mind. If Kurapika touched Leorio, his own hands would mimic his every movement. If Leorio touched Kurapika, anything in his vicinity that felt soft and warm - like blankets, or pillows, or even towels in moments of hazy desperation - were subjected to Leorio's molestations. Leorio feared that one day, he'd be stuck in a room with Kurapika and, while his mind ran wild, he'd commit something horrible he'd never be able to repent or retract. But...in the safe confines of his own mind and bedroom, Leorio couldn't help but succumb to the pleasure his mind manufactured.

And Kurapika's body felt utterly incredible draped over him. While Leorio loved the sensation of Kurapika's thin but toned arms locked around his neck, Kurapika's hand far suited groping between his legs than his knee as a replacement. Nothing could Leorio do to persuade the blonde's teasing ministrations as he indecisively danced between kissing Leorio's mouth and Leorio's neck in an indecisive manner.

"You want more?" Kurapika questioned delicately as though reading Leorio's frazzled mind. Applying more pleasant pressure against the hardness in Leorio's pants only succeeded in crumbling the last of Leorio's defences, tightening his hold on Kurapika. Arms slowly untangled themselves from around Leorio's neck until his hands - both of his wonderful, wonderful hands - migrated to cup his erection once more.

Gazing out of the window to distract himself once more, Leorio watched his class continue to run laps around the track. No matter how hard he'd stare at the trees, or adjacent school buildings, or even to the blazing sun in threat of burning his retinas, Leorio's pupils consistently gravitated towards Kurapika, dilating from the surge in hormones around his pale mahogany irises. Why Leorio didn't retreat to the bathroom instead of the nurse's office escaped him. Watching their P.E. class, eyes irrefutably drawn to Kurapika, only served as a modern-day method of torture! Perhaps...Leorio wanted to torture himself.

The unsuspecting blonde peacefully bathed in the sun while watching the entirety of his class. At once, a state of unreciprocated osmosis existed between them. Leorio could feel the intense heat of the sun on his (Kurapika's) skin, the light sweat budding on his (Kurapika's) brow, which he (Kurapika) wiped away with the hem of his t-shirt. The way Kurapika's bare, blemishless belly peaked from the curtain of his shirt seemed almost illegal and much too risque for school. Leorio's jaw dropped as capriciously as a door with damaged hinges, eyes tracing the defined muscles on his abdomen and thin waist.

Covering Kurapika's body to discourage others to look at him seemed to be Leorio's first impulse. But, the action would have been a sorry excuse to touch Kurapika, to greedily consume every curve, and bend, and angle, and the entire surface of the blonde's body. From the distance, Leorio could only watch his chest subtly rising and falling, panting for breath as the kisses suffocated him. The sight of Kurapika hovering and dishevelled above him was continuously addicting, feeling the familiar rush of dopamine from his body heat alone.

Leorio could still taste his skin; slightly salty from the sun pouring into the room and covering them like a blanket, but undeniably saccharine!

Without a word, because Kurapika's previous question remained unanswered with words, Kurapika unfasted the button on his pants. Though his internal enthusiasm may not be clear due to his look of reservation, Leorio could always see his arousal from the flush on his cheeks and the unique sparkle in his eyes. Faced with the unfasted button, leaving the zipper as a barrier against what both Kurapika and Leorio desired, Kurapika grasped the small pull tab between his teeth and unzipped the chain to the bottom.

Kurapika's hot breath cascaded all over the fabric of his underwear, forcing Leorio to bite his lip hard to control himself. He swore he'd cum the moment Kurapika's bare hands skimmed along his sensitive flesh. So, unfairly, Leorio channelled all of his energy into restraining himself. Part of his restraint emerged from Leorio's slovenly guilt for aiming to defile his comelily best friend. Though, Leorio couldn't deny how extraordinarily happy Kurapika appeared while ravishing him - initiating the consensual act, even.

Leorio dramatically kicked off the thin sheets, which spontaneously turned into insulators to keep the sweltering heat from the outside and from his body trapped in the sheets, in favour of turning to stare at the medical posters on the wall. Once, they would have interested him. Today, however, Leorio needed the distraction to resist the temptation to succumb to this blonde incubus haunting his mind.

Leorio forbad himself from using items that belonged to, or photos of Kurapika, or even the physical embodiment of Kurapika himself, as masturbation material. He refused to cross that stark, scary line of losing the rest of the ignorance of his feelings towards Kurapika. Once post-orgasm clarity hit Leorio, he wouldn't know how to feel!

His eyes continued to wander like unruly children towards Kurapika, suddenly intently focused on his pink parted lips. Water bottle in one hand, Kurapika absentmindedly directed the bottle to his mouth - Leorio's eyes bearing witness to the unknowingly erotic display - and pressed a hot, opened mouth kiss on the front of Leorio's underwear. Body crumpling defenselessly against the bed even more from the simple, searing sensation, Leorio allowed a muttered swear to fall from his lips.

The sight between Leorio's legs captivated his heart; observing his blonde head, and feeling his kisses, immobilised him. There's nowhere Leorio would rather escape to, anyway. Kurapika replied to his swear with a soft, throaty moan of his own as his tongue cheekily darted out of his mouth to lick his lips. Kurapika's subtle movements overexcited Leorio's body to the point of speechless fulfilment, teetering on the brink of pleasure. Precum steadily leaked to smother his glans and stain his underwear evident from Kurapika's more focused kisses on the wet, sensitive area.

Kurapika didn't linger for long, unfortunately, but hovered over Leorio's incapacitated body to kiss him with a mild, tangy flavour Leorio didn't mind tasting on Kurapika's lips...

It became harder and harder to resist, especially due to the dizziness overwhelming him. Even if Leorio wanted to stand up to travel elsewhere to fight the hallucinations plaguing his mind, his body weighed as heavy as lead and all but fused to the mattress. Lying on his side and focusing on the medical posters kept him from drowning in his own cognitions. Leorio all but attributed his lack of concentration on his blood flow prioritising below his waist and not above his shoulders. Either way, the metaphorical seesaw that rocked between fantasy and reality Leorio discovered himself magnetised to would probably destroy him.

The more Leorio continuously rebelled against his mind's ministrations, the more sexually charged his imagination became. The content emerging from his unconscious mind, particularly Kurapika's image, was beautifully horrifying concomitantly. Surviving the rest of the school day would be difficult if Leorio didn't soothe his situation. Stealing one last lingering look to Kurapika outside, he decided - fuck it. Fuck it! Just this once - and only this once - Leorio would allow his mind to run as wild as a stallion and unleash all of the dirty, debaucherous, and downright pornographic things he'd do with Kurapika if the blonde accompanied him (ready and willing) to the nurse's office.

Kurapika moved faster than Leorio had ever witnessed him move before. It seemed as though the blonde teleported from smothering him with sweet, innocent kisses to yanking his underwear down to handle his hot flesh for the first time that day. Risking alerting others who could be around them, blissfully unaware of their sins, Leorio could barely contain the pleasured noises bubbling in his throat from behind his teeth sunken into his lip.

Leorio planned to greedily soak in Kurapika's unsuspecting form, tracing over the entirety of his figure with his gaze, until he couldn't keep his eyes open for much longer. With the amount of teasing his mind had tortured him with even before reaching the sanctity of the nurse's office, Leorio knew he wouldn't last long at all.

And before he knew it, he'd dishevelled himself, mind teetering on the blurred brink between reality and fantasy; confusing Kurapika at a distance and Kurapika ravishing his mind. Body tensing with the hot sensation of orgasm, Leorio's full attention remained on Kurapika, who slowly turned around at an angle where his flushed, slightly sunburnted face was on full display for Leorio. It all became too much as a violent shiver disrupted his focus, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Leorio regretfully tore his eyes away from his beloved blonde to attend to the sensual blonde in his mind and to calm his throbbing body and heart down.

"How did you enjoy it? Was I good?" Kurapika asked softly, genuinely pining for Leorio's feedback. The curiosity evident in his mild, flushed expression touched him profoundly. Who would have thought Kurapika would be so preoccupied with his pleasure, with pleasing Leorio?

But now, nothing would please Leorio more than returning the favour - to make him writhe, and pant, and desperately grasp the sheets as Leorio teased his body into a state of dishevelment Kurapika would never willingly adopt. The intense eye contact re-envigorated Leorio's energy but seemed to subtly weaken Kurapika.

"You were so, so good," Leorio murmured, heavy hands immediately pawing at Kurapika's wrinkled school shirt. Kurapika's pounding heartbeat seemed to be located in every single place Leorio touched because his body all but throbbed at his touch. "So good..."

As much as Leorio would have loved to continue the fantasy, and bask breathlessly in the tingling afterglow, his mind calmed and his libido dissipated with the loud school bell. A quick glance out of the window revealed his classmates had long finished their lesson - including Kurapika. Even the nurse's shadow which occasionally cascaded by the frosted glass window had ceased, effectively leaving Leorio well and truly alone - abandoned by everything except for his thoughts, his shallow, heaving breaths, and his soiled tissue.

The thought of seeing Kurapika in the next class would have cheered him up somewhat, but considering the uncontrollable manner in which he behaved before, Leorio wouldn't be able to stomach seeing him. He'd broken his own internal rule regarding keeping the real Kurapika as far away from his capricious, perverted thoughts as possible. So, he sunk back down onto the thin, uncomfortable mattress and wallowed in his sinful guilt by staring at the ceiling until the final bell rang for the day.

Unfortunately, Leorio forced himself to admit it; he'd most definitely fallen for Kurapika. Worse than that, after pretending not to acknowledge his feelings, the revelation became easier to stomach...in a pleasant, relieving way.


"Leorio!" Gon, his young next-door neighbour, called enthusiastically, abandoning the ball game he'd been playing with his pallid haired friend, Killua. A cheerful smile never left his face as Leorio ruffled his tall and spiky hair the instant he ran over to him. Over Gon's shoulder, Leorio met Killua's eyes in an instant, exchanging nonchalant nods as Killua lingered away from the two, continuing to kick the ball into a wall of Gon's house. In an almost desperate manner, Gon began to bombard the high schooler with questions. "Where were you last week? Kurapika showed up at my house, but you didn't come! Where were you?"

Gon lived in the house next door to Leorio with his aunt. While slightly 'uncool' for a high schooler to call a kid barely a year into middle school a close friend, Leorio couldn't deny that Gon grew on him over the past few years. And Kurapika, too, who adored Gon like his own little brother. Leorio and Kurapika often spent the weekend with Gon and Killua. Killua identified as Gon's friend more than Leorio's, or even Kurapika's, because the status of befriending high schoolers didn't appetise him as much as Gon did. They remained friendly, however.

But ever since the incident in the nurse's office, Leorio couldn't overcome his own ego to properly face Kurapika again without being a flustered, stuttering mess. Feeling his own heart pounding in his throat, preventing him from uttering a single word, whenever Kurapika's blue eyes settled upon him roused the most intense discomfort within Leorio. And, no matter where he was, who he was with, or what he was doing, Leorio found himself instantly aroused the moment his mind slipped into a daydream.

The dreams, daydreams, and reveries continued without a hitch, of course, much to Leorio's displeasure. Leorio still hadn't mastered a way to minimise their occurrences but hoped that distancing himself from Kurapika would help in some way - hopefully. Leorio hesitantly flirted with the idea of trialling an avoidance period to test whether his mind and body would calm down. Circumventing Kurapika was the last option Leorio would have liked to consider. When an accidental brush of their hands ignited his entire body atingle from left to right like a sparkling firecracker; when Kurapika's soft apology accompanying a rather awkward smile drove him melted and aroused him more than any reverie ever had; when Leorio's body became so sensitive that Kurapika's scent, body heat, and aura assaulted him through every sense he owned, that is when Leorio knew he must take action. For his, his amorous feelings, and Kurapika's sake.

Communicating when compulsory required too much energy Leorio couldn't muster during his leisure time, as much as he'd love to see Kurapika and interact with him like normal. And, as much as Leorio would have liked to shield Gon and Killua from his 'adult' situation, stomaching a few hours alone with Kurapika and the two middle schoolers became too overwhelming, forcing Leorio to skip out of their weekly hang-out. In the unlikely event that Kurapika wasn't aware of the brunette's avoidance, he definitely was following the weekend.

"Hey, kiddo, sorry I couldn't make it. I had some important things to take care of," Leorio effortlessly lied, feeling guilty as he did so. Truthfully, the probable threat of Kurapika confronting him for avoiding him for two weeks scared Leorio! Throwing himself into study, particularly to account for material he'd missed because of his chronic daydreaming, seemed like a useful pastime. And a useful excuse, too, as the clueless Gon attempted to sympathise with his workload as much as a middle schooler could!

"It's okay. School is more important anyway," Gon accepted. Despite seeing Leorio approach his home by himself, Gon seemingly couldn't help but search for Kurapika akin to how a lost puppy would search for its owner. Leorio found their bond endearing. Relieved, however, overcame Leorio to realise that his jealousy only peaked at potential competition for Kurapika's heart. "Is Kurapika not with you today?"

"No, not today. He should be at home already," Leorio guessed, gazing down the street in the general direction of his blonde friend's home.

"Are you and Kurapika fighting?" Gon asked with more concern and empathy than somebody his age usually possessed. Before Leorio could conjure an excuse, Gon continued with his rationale. "On Saturday, he mentioned you both hadn't spoken to each other for quite some time. And I never see you walking home together, either."

"No way! We're not fighting - we've both been busy," Leorio asserted in a less than reassuring manner. Although, he didn't know who he attempted to reassure; Gon, or himself. Avoiding the confusion and curiosity brimming in the middle schooler's large, chocolate-brown eyes proved difficult, especially when his words (seemingly recycled from Kurapika) continued to loop in Leorio's mind. Picturing Kurapika unloading his affliction onto Gon generated a pang of guilt deep within Leorio's heart. Temptation couldn't hold him back as he suddenly found himself desperate to hear everything Kurapika divulged. "...what did Kurapika say exactly?"

"Precisely that; 'Leorio and I haven't been speaking much at school,' is what Kurapika said," Gon repeated verbatim.

"Was he upset at all?" Leorio questioned while forbidding himself from allowing his emotions to bleed into their shallow conversation. Mostly because Killua - who was as intelligent, quiet, and astute as an assassin - may intuit Leorio's feelings and inform Gon, who would definitely inform Kurapika.

Gon's ever-present non-judgemental manner soothed Leorio, however. If Gon blamed Leorio in any way, it wasn't evident on his face. "Probably. He didn't show it, but I think he was. I'd be upset if somebody I considered a close friend hadn't talked to me in a few weeks, too," he mentioned.

"Yeah, that's true..." Leorio sighed, placing his hands on his hips and glancing down towards the street again. "The truth is, it's just...difficult to talk to him at the moment. It's not something I can talk to you about."

"You should tell Kurapika why! Whatever's stopping you seems to be making you sad, too, Leorio," Gon observed. In response, Leorio's forlorn expression adapted a stolid frown. The younger boy seemed to find humour in Leorio's unwillingness to explain his true emotions as he grinned. "Kurapika helps me with my problems. And Killua, too. I'm sure he'll help you!"

"As much as I'd like to, it's complicated," he stressed as he felt his cheeks heat up with a blush.

"Aunt Mito says, 'feelings are sometimes hard to put into words, especially for young men, so you should write your feelings in a letter'," Gon advised, rehearsing his aunt's precious advice. "So, that's what I think you should do if you think talking to Kurapika is too complicated. Write Kurapika a letter!"

With a slightly disgruntled expression, Leorio's nose crinkled. "There must be another way, though, right? I don't think Kurapika would appreciate receiving a letter in favour of a simple explanation," Leorio doubted. Dedicating time to pour his emotions onto paper crossed an effeminate line Leorio was not willing to cross yet! Plus, the letter may have the opposite effect on Kurapika.

"Your feelings are keeping you from talking to Kurapika, but you also don't what him to know of these feelings?" Gon clarified with evident confusion. "Did Kurapika do something to upset you? I can talk to him if you-"

"-no! No way! Kurapika didn't do anything!" Leorio quickly insisted, glancing either side of him in case of the odd chance his blonde friend miraculously appeared and Gon attempted to fix what he thought was broken.

"Then, why won't you write him a letter? He deserves to know why his friend isn't talking to him as much, and you deserve to be free from your feelings holding you back," Gon boldly argued.

"I don't think he'd...appreciate a letter that detailed my feelings for...uh, about something that involves him. Especially for feelings that seem forbidden. Do you still think I should express myself?" Leorio asked quietly. Even though Gon would always approach him in a non-judgmental manner, asking a child for advice (while censoring out as much debauchery as he could) whilst on the cusp of adulthood discouraged Leorio. He, nor anybody else, never expected himself to figure out all of his issues in solitude, but while his overactive and convoluted mind took control of his body, Leorio felt he had to face his issues alone.

Gon, as naively knowledgable as usual, always managed to find some sort of comforting advice. "I'm not sure what you mean by 'forbidden', but maybe you shouldn't send the letter. Just write it and keep it in your desk drawer! Then, you get to know your feelings, and Kurapika never needs to know them!" Gon decided with his large signature grin, as though the simple idea would end the war raging in Leorio's mind.

"...that's not a bad idea," Leorio admitted after mulling it over for a few seconds. He hoped that he'd never have to write a letter to compartmentalise his thoughts and feelings mostly because confronting everything he felt would be mortifying.

"Just don't bring it to class with you," Gon recommended with an abashed smile. "I once tried to give a letter I wrote to Killua after an argument. I went to pass it to him and my teacher saw it and made me read it to the whole class. You don't want everybody to know your 'forbidden' feelings, Leorio."

Rolling his eyes, Leorio slung his bag over his shoulder again. "Don't worry, Gon. If I decide to write the letter, I won't write it in class like a sloppy middle schooler," Leorio informed. He wished he were back in middle school - before puberty, and before he realised how stunning Kurapika actually was. Returning to that pure, intoxicating state of innocence seemed blissful.

The conversation he and Gon engaged in continued to run through Leorio's mind like a broken record as he decided the best course of action. Unfortunately, he hadn't gathered the courage to talk to Kurapika or write a letter. Both options required Leorio to introspect about his own feelings; that process was more anxiety-inducing the longer he dwelled. So, he distracted himself. While the daydreams he experienced during class were severely disruptive, Leorio found solace in catching up after school in the content he'd missed. Thus, an adequate and believable excuse to not walk home with Kurapika was born!

And today, despite being more overwhelmed with daydreams than usual, which also inspired the physical symptoms as a result, was no exception. Leorio took a much needed break from studying to rub his tension-tight temples. At this point, Leorio had been studying for so long that his exhausted mind could no longer focus - not even on Kurapika!

"So, this is where you've been hiding after school. It's almost sunset; how are you still adequately focused on schoolwork after sitting through classes all day?" Kurapika's voice, projecting a cold, unimpressed attitude, lingered through his ears. His harsh tone confused Leorio, and deeply saddened him. Such callousness, which permeated the air like a noxious gas, had never accompanied Kurapika's usually honied voice. Leorio warily gazed around him to set his sights on Kurapika. From then, he'd soothe him, he'd comfort him, he'd atone to him, and he'd love him with every fibre in his being just to make things right between them.

But Kurapika was nowhere to be seen.

Slowly returning to reality, the empty classroom lead Leorio to believe his sleep-deprived mind all but snapped due to a lack of seeing Kurapika in the physical flesh. Fantastic, he sarcastically shook his head; now Leorio began hallucinating without even observing the blonde personified! Was this a sign that Leorio's sanity was slowly collapsing in on itself?

"I thought you started walking home by yourself, but I suppose you stay in the classroom until everybody's left," Kurapika mentioned with an equal amount of iciness as before. Leorio pondered whether he'd contract frostbite if he tried to touch him while angry. Still, a jaded glance around the classroom revealed nothing until spotting the classroom door ajar with a displeased, irascible Kurapika standing between the doorframe. Muscles tensing and throat becoming parched, Leorio immediately sensed the storm brewing between them as a clash of angered thunder threatened to leave Kurapika's mouth as he spoke. "Hey, are you seriously going to continue to ignore me? I don't appreciate it, Leorio."

"I-I was zoned out. I didn't mean to ignore you..." Leorio meekly trailed off as Kurapika gently shut the door behind him with a metallic 'click'. His couldn't gather the strength in his slackened jaw to continue to grovel, but Kurapika's disgruntled expression communicated that he had no interest in listening to Leorio.

"Uh huh..." Kurapika hummed, voice laced with thick sarcasm. If a response could form a fist and punch Leorio in the stomach effectively winding him, then Kurapika succeeded. The blatant anger and disregard the blonde so evidently, so shamelessly, held for him cut Leorio much, much deeper than when he assumed Kurapika's voice remained trapped within the constraints of his mind. Associating such a biting tone with a venomous expression infecting Kurapika's delicate face probably held more weight in comparison to his disjointed voice.

One thing was for certain; this Kurapika that currently stalked through their classroom was one hundred percent real. And, similarly, was Leorio's terror as he grew closer. His heart thumped, pushing blood through his blood vessels and temporarily deafening him, pushing oxygen through his body to dizzy him and choke him with his own breath. Despite the many isles between the desks that lead to Kurapika's destination, he chose to redirect to the path surpassing Leorio; refusing eye contact, too!

Leorio previously regarded himself as the predator, but now, he'd never felt more like trembling prey than ever! How foolish of him to assume such a dominant role compared to the much stronger, and much more intimidating boy!

God allowed Leorio to live another day because Kurapika left him alone - alive and uninjured - in spite of his wrath. Leorio could have cried merciful tears from his prolonged life alone! But, tension imprisoned his body once more. A gentle breeze, roused by one wonderful human's decision to disrupt gravity, caressed Leorio's cheek the instant Kurapika passed his desk. Only then did Leorio smell his sweet scent; impossibly mild, tart like a flavourful strawberry dissolving on his tongue, and aphrodisiac-like in effect.

Pausing, stopping, and finally turning to face Leorio, hips barely grazing the edge of his desk, Kurapika coyly tilted his head to the side. "I don't appreciate your neglect, but you can make it up to me," Kurapika's moody, breathy voice requested. A singular tremor disrupted his voice, threatening to disrupt the calm little sanctuary suddenly created for them within their classroom, only serving to make Leorio fall more in love with him. Kurapika attempted to keep himself composed. Leorio knew it because he similarly, desperately, held his own as a crutch.

The beautiful blonde didn't need a nod for consent because his oozing sexuality beguiled Leorio the right amount to coax his agreement. Beginning at the buttons adjacent to his collar which sat atop of the fleshy pulse point of Kurapika's neck were his fingers unfastening each button one by one. Nothing else mattered, or even existed for that matter, other than following each of Kurapika's dexterous movements until his white unbuttoned school shirt parted like curtains. His gorgeous torso took centre stage. The afternoon light, a spotlight, created harsh shadows on his toned stomach and oddly effeminate angles on his face...once Leorio could drag his eyes away from his body

"Shit..." Leorio muttered before he shook his head, hoping that his mindless, impulsive swear wasn't audible to Kurapika.

Instead of needily perching himself on the desk next to Leorio, Kurapika searched through his own desk at the corner of the room - fully clothed and still adequately pissed off. "Did you say something?" Kurapika questioned. Withholding any type of response to Kurapika had the potential to end dangerously, prompting Leorio to think on his feet.

"I was just wondering what you're looking for. If you're looking for something, of course," Leorio stated. His body twisted to an uncomfortable posture on his chair to watch Kurapika. Attempting to not drift from harsh reality to sultry fantasy could be concealed by actively attempting to look engaged in their conversation, which prompted Leorio to realise that his surge of fear didn't allow him time to be happy about talking with Kurapika again. Danger of losing control aside, Leorio prioritised the butterflies that emerged from God knows where in his stomach!

"My history textbook. Halfway home, I realised I forgot it so I came back to get it," Kurapika explained. "Though, if I had known you were here, I think I would have waited until tomorrow."

Kurapika's verbal punches continued to become stronger and stronger, leaving Leorio even more winded than before. "Is seeing me here an issue?" Leorio asked, reluctant for the blonde to reveal his answer; the truth; the outcome of Leorio's cowardice. But, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on the frame of mind Leorio adopted), for whatever reason, Kurapika decided not to address Leorio's question.

"Why do you study here in the classroom, anyway? Can you not concentrate at home?" Kurapika countered with a question of his own. His tension relaxed the moment he rediscovered his missing history textbook. Leorio knew his friend extraordinarily well. Being able to witness the skin on his forehead smooth once more from his frown and his shoulders ease like an exhausted bird's sunshine-soaked wings after a long flight and, most importantly, radiate a lighter, fluffier aura told Leorio that something stressed Kurapika more than relocating his textbook. No...Leorio and his actions stressed Kurapika. Seeing Leorio in the classroom wasn't an issue, but rather caused Kurapika to experience a slight maternal feeling like a mother finding her lost child; firstly, relief of discovery, and secondly, anger to gain insight.

"I heard that studying in the same environment that your tests or exams take place help you retain information more effectively. Well, more accurately, I heard that from you so..." Leorio trailed off awkwardly as Kurapika's expression remained sombre while staring at him gravely. "What? What's that face for?"

"It would have been nice to know your new afterschool plans. I don't mind if you want to study; I encourage it. But that doesn't excuse how you've been ignoring me throughout the day, too," Kurapika informed in a quiet utterance. If Leorio wasn't mistaken, he sounded quite insecure and hurt, which is a tone he'd never heard carved into his friend's voice before. Perhaps, while selfishly consumed by his own grievances, Leorio neglected to think about how Kurapika would handle the distance to their friendship with no warning. And it seemed to affect him a lot.

And judging by Leorio's inability to differentiate anything other than his own arousal and Kurapika assaulting his senses, he wasn't expecting to immediately fall under Kurapika's body's bewitching spell. His bare, pale chest beckoned him wanting and goddamn needing to feel his smooth skin underneath his salacious lips and tongue, and teeth, if he felt so inclined. Shirt forgotten, like the rest of the orange-hued world that didn't involve them, Kurapika only had eyes for Leorio who realised he wouldn't be able to focus for long with merely a few desks between them.

Any sense of remorse melted as quickly as it formed; Kurapika needed to leave so he could regain his sanity. "I'm sorry, Kurapika. Ignoring you wasn't intentional, I promise," Leorio lied straight through his teeth - a fact quickly debunked by his observant friend.

"No, it was intentional. You have no issues speaking to others at school. Last week, I spoke to Gon, and he mentioned you had spoken despite not going to his house over the weekend," Kurapika revealed, effectively denouncing Leorio.

The guilt-inspiring accusations dizzied Leorio just as much as the daydreams' effect had, plunging Leorio into an auburn, sunset toned vision from the brightly lit classroom. Anything Leorio could say or do from this point on would signify an admission of guilt to Kurapika, so Leorio kept his mouth shut lest the real reason accidentally spill from his lips.

Leorio felt keeping Kurapika waiting, perched and breathless, on the desk next to him was an act of cruelty and ingratitude. This prepossessing blonde deserved every bit of ravishing Leorio's imagination could conjure with his creative libido - but where exactly would Leorio's starting point be? His neck? His shoulders? His chest? His stomach? His...ah, fuck it. Attributing thought to where his primal instincts should run wild seemed to be a waste of their precious time together.

Rising from the desk, arousing Kurapika's delight, Leorio cradled his waist which had no effect on controlling Kurapika's terribly needy arch from the desk, which met Leorio's eager lips waiting and ready to kiss his flesh. Fire met fire, and only Kurapika coyly jerked away from the heat before Leorio forced him to accept another kiss. This time, Kurapika merely crumbled against the desk so helpless in the brunette's powerful grip.

Leorio wetly kissed a trail from sternum to stomach, shutting his eyes to immerse himself in the heaven that was Kurapika. His senses became all the more sensitive with his lack of vision. The scent exuding from Kurapika joyously overwhelmed Leorio with the knowledge that he'd have his smell stained on his skin, following him around, and comforting him for days. His skin tasted utterly phenomenally divine, so sweet in flavour, like sugar slowly spreading, gripping, and caramelising against his tongue and cheeks. Even from within himself, Leorio felt his body and Kurapika's body temper to each other until synchronisation - in heartbeat, in breaths, in movement, in the raw desire to swallow each other while.

"Mm..." Kurapika encouraged with a mellifluous hum, hands roaming through Leorio's hair as though he trusted his body within Leorio's steadying hold.

The kisses continued until reaching his belly button, slightly intimidated by the trail of soft blonde hair that stretched until it disappeared under his school pants' waistline. Leorio's eyes opened the moment it tickled his chin and met Kurapika's eyes. Despite their vivid blue colour, his irises appeared almost red in the harsh orange light, mysteriously so.

And then, oh, God, and then Kurapika covered Leorio's large hand with his own petite one, soft skin melting like butter over his knuckles, and inched him across until his palm barely, barely, barely grazed the front of his pants. Leorio began to tremble with euphoria, a hot trail of drool running over his bottom lip and down his chin like a starved animal - how blessed was his clumsy self to be allowed this chance? The moment Leorio's hand made contact with the fabric, he could feel his hot arousal begging for attention.

Next, Leorio eagerly unbuttoned his pants only to catch himself as Kurapika began to walk over to his desk, displeased. Quickly glancing away, mostly to check whether he'd actually drooled (which he hadn't, thank God), Leorio sat in rigid horror to closer Kurapika grew until they stopped next to his desk. With no knowledge of whether Kurapika had uttered a single word during his daydream, Leorio could only hope his expression falsified paying attention and not dopely spaced out.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kurapika requested, arms coldly crossed across his chest.

"S-Sure; what is it?" Leorio accepted still refusing eye contact in favour of staring at his hands, which were balled into tight fists with heavy concentration. Imagining how his body moved underneath his uniform, sneaking a sliver of the sight of his silhouetted frame underneath his shirt, was an urge that threatened to control his mind otherwise.

"Since you're so unwilling to communicate with me, did I do something to offend you? I'd rather you tell me that I've done something wrong instead of avoiding me or acting like we're not friends anymore," Kurapika maintained, now coming around to the front of Leorio's desk in an attempt to hold eye contact. "Keep in mind, I'm not annoyed with you because you're not speaking with me. I'm assuming I've done something wrong and instead of communicating your concerns, you're taking the hurtful, and frankly immature route of avoiding me."

The brunette grimaced at the amount of responsibility Kurapika placed on his own shoulders. "You haven't done anything wrong, Kurapika, I swear," Leorio hurriedly reassured.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" He shot back with such a ferocious tone that surprised Leorio into looking at his displeased face, look so, so satisfied the longer Leorio touched him. Never in a million years did Leorio expect Kurapika to be daring enough to mess around with him while completely and utterly naked, while teachers still roamed around, while the orange sun illuminated their position to everybody in the vicinity.

Kurapika clung to him as tightly as a vine wrapped around a tree trunk - legs around his own, hands linked behind his neck with an ironclad grip, and foreheads pressed against each other to greedily observe Leorio toying with Kurapika's body.

the height difference provided somewhat of a challenge, but they always found a way to make it work. Leorio adored their stark height comparison which found Kurapika forcing his body down to his height for maximum intimacy. While Leorio loved feeling his warm body against his own, there was something so special, so uniquely magical, about Kurapika's gradually weakening grip, slowly releasing until limp and impuissant against the desk. The desire to diminish the blonde into a writhing mess barely able to control his own limbs inspired Leorio to try even harder

to refocus his damn mind, and on the real, living, and breathing Kurapika right in front of him!

"It's just that..." Leorio muttered and broke Kurapika's gaze to instead stare out of the window. At the trees gently jostled in the cool, calm breeze as he tried to suppress his vertigo, nausea, and lascivious hallucinations. Within his fists, his fingernails dug into his palms hard. The pain barely had an effect on his consciousness when Kurapika loomed over him like a hypnotist.

This horrible scenario could end in a multitude of possible ways; either Kurapika would become fed up with Leorio's hesitance and leave, or he'd eventually extract the real reason for Leorio's avoidance and become disgusted before leaving.

"It's just that...?" Kurapika prompted expectantly. Anxiety crept up Leorio's throat like acidic bile the longer the blonde maintained his silence, making him blush and start to sweat, especially as he leaned in closer. Although, instead of continuing the interrogation, Kurapika addressed him with a tender tone of voice - one usually reserved for Gon, or for animals - and it made Leorio feel even worse. "Leorio, are you feeling alright? You don't look like you're okay..."

His first sign of weakness emerged (much quickly than Leorio had anticipated!) the moment Leorio's fingers grazed across his wet glans. A deliciously violent shudder first, and a breathy moan later, Kurapika's involuntary arch met Leorio's lips at its highest point.

Spreading Kurapika's legs even further apart, Leorio, in autopilot, felt his knees buckle to the ground and immediately allowed his tongue to taste exactly what his fingers sampled before. Kurapika had never before been one to embody 'franticness' in all sense of the word, but as his hands struggled to grip and ground himself to the desk, to Leorio's hair, or even on Leorio's hands keeping his thighs parted, he really had no level of composure. So sweetly submissive - a large change from the borderline dominant demand that Leorio atone for his obvious avoidance throughout the weeks - Kurapika allowed the brunette between his legs to slowly overtake his body.

The taste of precum immediately coated Leorio's tongue with a unique, but not foreign, texture that erupted a hot blush on his cheeks. Nothing comprehensible on this very earth made Leorio harder than Kurapika's taste. Ordinarily, Leorio took pleasure in slowly teasing him. Today was different, and perhaps a little special, because Leorio abandoned his entire sense of desire for control, and allowed Kurapika to use his mouth however he pleased.

That wasn't to say Leorio didn't receive pleasure from this, too. He did; with every suck, eliciting a reliable tremble, or every flick of the tongue on a sensitive spot resulting in a soft moan begging for an encore. Most importantly, as Kurapika continued to crumble, his equanimous front would falter, too. And, far too uptight to even mutter a swear, Leorio devilishly knew through his tensing limbs and tepid flesh that he'd get Kurapika there eventually...

Leorio hoped to conceal his slight instability, especially as staring at Kurapika's face rapidly switch between his imagined face of ecstasy and the bemused face of reality, which meant he struggled to keep both his mind and body focused. Suddenly picturing Gon and what they had talked about in his mind made him want to be honest, at least, as honest as he could be without Kurapika suddenly becoming angry.

So, he sucked in a quick breath and carefully chose his words. "I'm...not feeling alright, and I'm not really okay. I-I don't know if it's like a physical sickness, or a mental health thing, but I can't seem to shake myself out of whatever's happening to me," he explained with a half-truth.

"Oh..." Kurapika's anger and irritation immediately seeped from him as he blindly accepted Leorio's explanation. It was as though somewhere deep down in Kurapika's psyche, he knew his friend wouldn't avoid him without a reasonable explanation - and then Leorio's behaviour would be easily accepted. "I'm...sorry to hear that, and for not realising that you weren't okay earlier."

"That isn't your responsibility, Kurapika. Don't apologise," Leorio insisted. "You couldn't have known."

"I still shouldn't have confronted you aggressively like that," the blonde rued, lowering himself into the chair in front of Leorio's desk. Kurapika's concern was much easier to stomach compared to his interrogation, but not easier to deal with on an emotional level. Leorio's heart skipped several joyful beats while pretending that his concern perhaps (hopefully) came from a much deeper, more intimate place. "Have you been feeling like this for the past few weeks?"

"It's only been a little over a month, yeah, I thought it would pass naturally. But I just can't seem to focus in class or force myself to pay attention no matter how hard I try. The lack of sleep isn't helping, either, and a combination of all of that has made me fall behind in class, which is why I've been staying behind so much - to catch up on everything I've missed in class," Leorio explained. He had to admit that partially divulging to Kurapika about his ailments actually felt good! Great, even! Especially when the blonde treated him with positive affirmations.

"You should have said something earlier. Why didn't you tell me?" Kurapika questioned.

"I didn't want you to worry," Leorio replied weakly, pathetically.

"I'm going to worry either way! Especially when my naturally annoying and loud-mouthed, but kind friend acts vastly different compared to their usual self," Kurapika avowed before he softened. "Just inform me next time, okay?"

"Sure, I will. Thanks for understanding..." Leorio trailed off awkwardly, reluctant to meet his smile. He did, anyway, and punished himself by drowning in the sweetness Kurapika emitted. Without even realising it, Kurapika was really good at driving Leorio crazy. "As soon as I catch up, we can walk home together again."

"I'd like that," Kurapika affirmed, moaned, and sighed in that breathy voice of his. "I really, really like that..."

God, Leorio couldn't look at him, or talk to him, or even be in the same room as him for much longer. He wished Kurapika would just leave already!

"Maybe you should consider taking a few days off school, too. You still look rather dazed, and you're beginning to look feverish," Kurapika frowned. He leaned over the desk and pressed the back of his hand against Leorio's forehead before the brunette could take action, which, in turn, only made him blush even more. And, of course, only made Kurapika worry more. "Are you sure you're okay

Leorio," the blonde whimpered, finally succumbing to a state of powerlessness that forced Leorio to quickly stand and stabilise him. Words that conveyed his want for more, his need for more, need not be vocalised because Leorio could intuit exactly what Kurapika wanted through each tremor his slick, lightly sweaty body involuntarily released. Leorio soon found himself confronted with Kurapika's parched eyes, panting while unceremoniously swiping his wet bottom lip with his thumb. " Don't make me wait anymore...hey,

Leorio!" Now risen from his chair, Kurapika moved to the side of his desk with wide-eyed concern. Now fairly acutely and sensitively aware of Kurapika adjacent to him, body heat threatening to drug and assault him, Leorio leaned away from his friend with the fear that he'd lose control the instant he touched him. "You're really not listening to me! I think you should go home for today. Consider taking tomorrow off school, too."

"I-I'm fine, really," he lied, firmly avoiding eye contact knowing he'd become lost in Kurapika's blue eyes like he was lost within the insurmountable ocean.

"Aren't you concerned that this has been occurring for over a month?! You should see a doctor, or a psychologist, because this isn't normal in the slightest," Kurapika insisted. Daringly, his hand migrated to rest against Leorio's burning cheek with his miraculously cool palm

despite his hot flesh searing Leorio's mouth with every kiss, burning him like hot acid and leaving behind a stark white skeleton. Soon enough, if Kurapika continued to claw, to caress, to coddle him, Leorio's hands would no doubt adapt to his body's abnormally high temperature. Meanwhile, their hands practically melted like butter against each other, threatening to merge against one another's flesh and feel each other even more.

Leorio couldn't take it any longer. With one fluid (consensual and sensual) movement, the completely and utterly willing Kurapika was now forced against his desk. Hips against hips, hands interlocked with each other, and a mouth that just wouldn't quit laying kisses everywhere it possibly could, Leorio finally prepared himself for...for...absolutely nothing because Kurapika's hand proved to be a massive distraction!

"Stop it!" Leorio slapped his hand away in order to compose himself. "This is why I didn't tell you! You tend to overreact and it's honestly embarrassing! Worrying about a man while freely touching his cheek and forehead, is what women do. You're not my girlfriend, and you're not my mother, so you need to stop. Don't concern yourself with me!"

Both of the boys became shocked at Leorio's outburst, retracting from one another as though they had burst into flames. Leorio hated watching the offense and the hurt plague his expression. He considered himself hypocritical - who was he to not only dictate how Kurapika expressed his concern about a friend while enjoying secret sexual fantasies and dreams yearning for Kurapika as a conquest. Hypocritical at best, completely depraved and disgusting at worst.

"...fine. Excuse my concern. I hope you feel better soon," Kurapika acknowledged coldly before making his way out of the classroom.

Leorio sighed; he shouldn't have taken his frustrations out on him. Feeling his chest ache painfully every time Kurapika came within a foot of him bore no excuse for Leorio's disrespectful treatment. Kurapika definitely didn't deserve to be the target of each and every one of Leorio's secret desires. Squashing every impulse within himself, Leorio decided not to follow Kurapika. Not only would he be following a path to quell his own guilt, but he'd feel obligated to divulge the whole, honest truth and inevitably drive a wedge further between them.

Living like this turned out to be more of a nightmare than a pleasant dream; he couldn't deal with it for much longer, but he had no way of breaking this cycle.