A/N: ... Oh, look. May batang nasarapan. Hahaha! There really isn't supposed to be a second chapter. Well... Enjoy? Yeah. Enjoy.

BETA: NONE

(An unplanned) ~ CHAPTER 2 ~

Kuroro knocked softly on his boss' office door.

He turned the knob and stepped inside, expecting a still restless and pissed off blond. Kurapika had been in a real foul mood recently, ever since that video featuring a number of Kuruta eyes appeared on that underground website. He was on hot pursuit of the source of the video, and in spite doing all of his best he still just couldn't find it.

However, that frown and relentless gaze that had remained etched on his face for the last few days was now gone, and Kurapika merely looked at him with his beautiful, seemingly contemplating blue eyes as he walked closer to him. Kuroro must have disturbed whatever what was going on inside his mind.

"Sorry for the intrusion," Kuroro said with a timid bow.

"Kuroro," Kurapika regarded him, his fingers entwined together, his elbows rested on the armrests of his seat.

"Did something happen?" Kuroro asked, though sure there indeed was.

"Yes."

"Regarding the eyes?"

Kurapika cast him a look that said yes.

"Good. About that, I've found some stuff too."

"The source of the video?"

"Sort of. Mind telling me your news first?"

Kurapika looked somewhat disapproving. Usually you wouldn't go order your boss to report first, but given that they both knew the real deal between them and there was no need to wear mask as they were alone, Kurapika let it pass.

"Someone paid me a visit today: a member of the Hunter Association's Zodiacs. He told me who the source of the video is."

"In exchange of what?" Kuroro instantly asked, feeling a little annoyed. Damn, someone got ahead of him.

"They want me to join the Zodiac and participate on the Dark Continent journey."

"You said yes?"

"… Of course. I don't have much of a choice."

"Is Prince Tcheridnich going to the Dark Continent too?"

Kurapika's eyes widened a little; realization slowly dawning on his feature.

"… Yes. It's likely to happen."

"I see. Being a part of the Zodiac is helpful in more ways than one."

"Yeah. But it won't be that easy. I don't think I can approach him so easily. I heard this journey has something to do with the crowning of the next King."

"The other princes are going to participate as well, and the security will surely go tighter."

"I can't think of any way to get near Tcheridnich… unless he goes hire some bodyguard to accompany him to the ship."

"Which is unlikely to happen because he surely has his own army, even battalion of guards to choose from. That forsaken artist."

"… You know something, don't you?"

"What? You thought I was slacking around while searching for leads when you ordered me? Of course I do."

"Report it, then."

"Roger. It's a shame that Zodiac got ahead of me, I want to surprise you. Yes, Prince Tcheridnich was the source of the video. He's one of the strongest candidates to replace the King. A kind of a freak. Getting information about him was tough, and I have to admit that I'm somewhat empty handed at first. But you know I'm not the type who'd disappoint his boss, particularly you, Kurapika."

Upon hearing his underling addressed him by given name, Kurapika knew what was coming his way. This wasn't simply a report between his boss and subordinate: it was a pending deal between him and Kuroro.

Therefore, he switched his nonchalant façade into an interested one. He bored his eyes to Kuroro's.

"Tell me about it."

"I was losing hope with researching and about to give up and go back here when something came up: I received a phone call regarding a fight invitation on Heaven Arena. I was a little frustrated so I accepted it—"

"Wait— you received a phone call from Heaven Arena?"

"Yes. I'm a Floor Master, actually," Kuroro took in the surprised and momentarily amazed look on Kurapika's face then proceeded hurriedly like the fact wasn't a big deal at all. "Anyway, sorry for slacking off for a day, so I accepted the challenge and got engaged into a death match. However, something happened and no one ended up dead. After it, a man approached me and offered me a body guarding job. He was apparently impressed with my skill and wanted me to accompany him to the Dark Continent.

"… Prince Tcheridnich."

"Yeah. At first I said I'll think about it. Then, I researched shortly after that. You can guess the rest. So, yes. I will be guarding Prince Tcheridnich Hoicoro on the Dark Continent."

"—!" Kurapika's face lit up in a mixture of disbelief and relief.

Kuroro smiled. "Tcheridnich is quite a nutcase. I simply couldn't find anything about him owning the Kuruta eyes. I don't even know how many pairs he has, or where he hides them. I won't be accompanying him until the Dark Continent journey. But still that's a big step towards our target, isn't it?

"That doesn't matter. All I have to do is to get close to him, to that point where I can touch him. I can work it all out after that. Good work, Kuroro. Thank you very much."

"You're more than welcome, boss," Kuroro sauntered towards him, walked behind Kurapika's seat and rested a hand over his shoulder. "I'm happy you finally looked relieved," he brought his head down and whispered with a raspy voice.

For a moment, Kurapika's face looked nervous, but he didn't move away or resist the touch.

Kuroro then heard a brief chuckle.

Kurapika stood up from the seat and moved closer to Kuroro, the older man immediately welcomed the blond and caged him with his arms on his desk.

"It's been a while, don't you think?"

"It's because you're taking so long to research. You even went into a death match while on duty, without filing a proper leave of absence. I'll deduct that day on your salary."

Kuroro laughed out loud.

"Please pardon my unprofessionalism, sir. I will bear the consequences. However… I do believe that a special payment is in order."

"Now you're jumping ahead of your boss' judgments."

"Oh, I apologize," Kuroro breathed out, he hooked a finger under Kurapika's chin and titled it up. Their eyes met and locked. "I missed you," he mumbled. "Waiting for your mood to mellow down felt like forever."

"Uh-huh," Kurapika cautiously brought his hand up and cupped the man's face, beckoning Kuroro. Eagerly, Kuroro crushed his hungry lips to those soft, pink ones. Kurapika opened his mouth and granted access to Kuroro's tongue, the man darted it inside and tasted its warmth. His hands automatically clutched onto his waist and rubbed there, telling Kurapika how badly he wanted him.

Suddenly, Kurapika broke away from the kiss.

"Crap— I forgot the surveillance camera."

Kuroro laughed aloud again.

"You missed me too, didn't you? Usually you won't forget and overlook such details. Anyway, you have access to the surveillance, right? Just delete the scene. Oh, wait. Let's have a copy of it first before deleting it from the system."

"Pervert."

"… Whoa. You didn't even refuse and stop me. Aren't you a pervert yourself?"

"What I mean to say is that I won't stop you from doing what you want. I didn't say I want a copy."

"But you do, don't you?"

"… Not as a surveillance footage."

Now that was sexy and so provocative, Kuroro thought.

"Nah, I won't have it. I won't risk having that video leaked and be seen by others. I won't let people see your skin, or even how you kiss."

"How long are we going to have this useless conversation?"

"Oops, I beg your pardon for making you wait, boss. To the bedroom, right away," he pressed a hand on Kurapika's waist and gestured him to move. Kurapika rolled his eyes away and turned his back, walking ahead towards a bookshelf, which was actually a camouflage for a secret room.

There was no protocol given to Kuroro that he shouldn't know how to access it (yes, they always went inside together, for a couple of times already) but whenever Kurapika unlocked it, Kuroro always turned away. Privacy was one thing Kurapika always reserved; therefore Kuroro never dared to trample over it and failed to respect it.

The bookshelf parted into two partitions, showcasing a metal door with a touch screen pad attached to its side. Kurapika swiped over it for some odd seconds, then the metal door clankingly opened.

The room featured a very minimal design: nothing special was inside, with only a bed with neatly folded blankets and pillows. There was a small table, a bedside cabinet with a lampshade, a small bookshelf and an attached telephone on the wall.

There were times when Kurapika, as a busy workaholic brat, stayed the night in the office and took rest in here. As Kurapika told him, there already was a secret room inside when he purchased the building and made it as his agency's headquarter. Only Kurapika, his secretary, and Kuroro knew this secret room.

They stepped inside, and as if registering their presence, the metal door automatically shut in a fairly loud sound.

This was supposed to be a hiding room for emergency use, equipped with metal barriers planted beneath the concrete walls. It was sound proof: no sound could get in or get out.

Kurapika sat in the bed, sighed a little and loosened his necktie. The boy looked weary. Kuroro walked towards him and politely took over loosening the tie. Kurapika let him.

"You look tired."

"Because I really am."

"Want to postpone this?"

"I'll be busy on the next days, and so will you. I bet you are tired yourself, so I figured you'll be gentle with me tonight. Don't take that as a dare. Well, can you?"

"Of course. Understood, boss."

Kurapika tugged at Kuroro's suit.

"How was your death match?"

"Deadly."

Kuroro was doing the same to Kurapika's.

"Your opponent was that strong?"

Kuroro got rid of the boy's white shirt and coat at the same time.

"Very. He comes with the name 'Hisoka.'"

"Hisoka— that freak wearing a clown's attire."

"You know him?"

"He's a batch mate from the Hunter Exam: we passed on the same year."

"I see."

"I fought him on the last examination and won."

"And you're still alive?"

"Yes, miraculously."

"Geez, you're scarier than I though."

"Don't be: he purposely went easy on me."

By the time they exchanged words, they were already both topless, with Kuroro working on Kurapika's belt.

"So… I'm currently undressing the sole survivor of the Kuruta clan who won over a fight against Hisoka and now a part of the Zodiacs… oh, you're hard already," Kuroro nonchalantly remarked, peeling the blond's underwear off of him.

"You can keep the unnecessary comments."

"Alright, sir."

Kuroro gently pushed Kurapika on the bed, pulled his pants together with his underwear down, Kurapika cooperatively parted his legs, and tossed the garments on the floor.

He noted that his own belt was already unbuckled and the hook of his pants was already undone. He couldn't remember Kurapika undoing it. Oh, who cared? Kuroro completely unzipped it, slipped his thumbs inside his underwear and pushed them down, along with his pants. His erected length pleasantly brushed against the garment and sprang out, taut and slightly painful. Kuroro stomped his pants off and joined Kurapika on the bed.

He hovered over the blond, leaning against the mattress with a hand, the other stretching out above their heads. Kuroro had to crawl higher and reached for the bedside cabinet. He opened it, pulled a small bottle out that contained transparent, oily liquid then closed the cabinet. He placed the bottle to a side and regarded (a waiting) Kurapika a look then began executing the foreplays.

He parted Kurapika's legs and folded them before slipping his fore thighs underneath his. Then he leaned both hands on the blond's either side, Kurapika slowly brought his arms above his head.

"Touch me," Kuroro cockily ordered. "Come on, help yourself."

Kurapika broke his lips into a smirk. If he was pissed off at being ordered around or taking it as a challenge, he couldn't tell.

One of his hands cupped his face and the other seductively reached out for one of his nipples, softly grabbing at his chest. Kuroro, enjoying the rare experience, fell on top of Kurapika and ravaged his lips. It was a hungry kiss, so hungry and demanding. They were breaking it every now and then, stirring their insides, turning the petty foreplays into sweet, slow torture.

Kuroro licked and lapped on his skin, there were even occasional scrapping of his teeth and bites. Kurapika visibly purred, his hands aimlessly clutched and clawed all over Kuroro.

Kurapika wasn't particularly a moany type. Usually all Kuroro could get were some silent groans, hitching breaths and rarely, seductive yelps and breathy, quiet moans. However, his features sure had it all exposed: the way he scratched and roamed his hands all over Kuroro's skin (which was rare, too) or clutched onto the mattress, or bit his lower lip, and most especially the way he looked into his eyes with his bright, scarlet eyes, half-opened while plunging into bliss, they were all enough to bring Kuroro into a nasty, strong release. Just like now; Kurapika was looking at him as if reading into his mind, as if mentally ordering him to mess him up, like he was so damn frustrated with the last few days of determined search for the video's mastermind and now that they had finally found it, it was so easier to breathe again; like he wanted him to be released from the binding stress, so he could face it again the next day.

They both knew well that this form of anti-depressant had the best, most instant good side effects on them: a short moment of relief and though not technically, relaxation.

Kuroro didn't want to skip foreplays but seeing how needy his boss already was, as he himself too, he reached for the transparent lubricant he tossed earlier. He dribbled a copious amount on his hand and bathed his fingers thoroughly. He leaned forward closer to Kurapika, with one elbow leaning to a side to support his weight. He helped himself with one, long sideways look from the blond then he obligingly delved back into the lips.

"N-nnh…" Kurapika's breath hitched and didn't go smoothly out of his mouth, since it was blocked. But the vibration of the sound was enough for Kuroro to know how good it must have felt for the blond. He slipped one finger in, he felt as Kurapika flinched and had his legs spread wider. He pulled in and out quite some more times, more rugged and repressed moans, then without any warning, he pushed another finger inside. That guaranteed a visible whimper. Kurapika broke the kiss and gasped, then he wound his arms around Kuroro, one under the man's armpit, his nails digging into his side, while the other held rather affectionately (even coaxingly) over the arm at work. It brushed up and down the bicep; it went up to the man's face and cupped his chin, pushing it gently up, signaling Kuroro to recover the lost contact of their lips. Kuroro gladly did what he was silently ordered.

With proficiency (and enough practice), Kuroro expertly opened him up, pushing and pulling in and out, spreading and scissoring inside him as he brushed against the tight walls. At some points, Kurapika had to break away from the kiss and remember to inhale, panting heavily as he did (still, no moans), and in those chances, Kuroro would cuddly kiss him on his cheek or chin. Kurapika would bring his face closer to his as if to purr, then they would knowingly get into small series of wet, chaste kisses and cuddles, either lips to lips, lips to jaw line, tongue to cheek, even forehead to forehead. Really, they were taking this excessively, sweetly gentle. Oh, who would have ever thought that going this easy felt heavenly good?

Judging it was good enough, Kuroro pushed himself up and took a good look at his handwork: a pale, blushing Kurapika with his eyes half-closed into a pair of thin, silvery scarlet slits, his blond hair fanned, his legs indecently parted, his opening puckered and bloody waiting.

"Kurapika," Kuroro called out with his rich, husky voice. He leaned forward, quickly poured a handful of lubricant on his erection then slowly, slowly pushed in.

"A—Ahh…!" there came the initial loud yelp. Despite being kneaded and puckered, it was still tight inside. Not that Kuroro minded; he adamantly slipped in, forcing his way deeply into the blond's core.

Once familiar with the intrusion, Kuroro pulled out—only to push in again, slower this time, adding a little heavier pressure. Kurapika muffled a cry.

Another slow pullout, then another faster push-in. Faster pullout, harder push-in. he went on and on until he gained a constant, delicious pace. He didn't lean close to the Kuruta and opted to grab onto his parted, suspended folded legs to bring in heavier thrusts. Their skins slapping together went from silent to loud, even vigorous. The tremor and intensity of Kurapika's silent, controlled moans grew unstable, a hint of his pitch hitting higher spilled out of his lips, the gasps turning faster, his clutch on the mattress becoming tighter, it even looked kind of painful for Kuroro.

Kuroro knew if they continued this, he would come soon enough. He didn't want it as of now, he wanted Kurapika to lose it first before him. Thus, he pulled out and sat on the bed.

"… Is there something wrong?" Kurapika groggily asked.

"Nothing," Kuroro retrieved the bottle and flipped it open again. He squeezed it and let a drop to ooze out. He poured it into Kurapika's length, spreading in teasingly even. The organ quivered and throbbed on his hand.

He began to skillfully brush it, pumping and stroking him in uneven rhythm as if teasing, the grip's tightness played from the feather light to painfully tight, until Kuroro went for a particular fast pace, pressing into the crown down to the base, driving Kurapika out of his wits.

"Kuro— u-uhm.." Kurapika balled his hand into a fist as he succumbed to the touch. He surely looked pleasured and lost with the ecstasy but Kuroro could tell that he was far from coming.

"… You want me inside?" Came a rather stupid and even inciting question.

Kurapika shot him a pretty annoyed look. "That's so smug of you. You surely are getting all high with this, even forgetting who the boss is here," For a moment, Kuroro thought Kurapika was genuinely angry and would push him away, leaving him undone. But the next words had him mentally laughing and quite proud with himself.

"Yes, I want you inside. It's an order."

"… As you wish, boss." Oh, who was he to disobey his most favorite employer? He could go and play around with Kurapika, but he never even once failed to fulfill his absolute commands. He thought he never would.

With a teasing grin on his face, Kuroro brushed his lips against Kurapika's and bit his lower lip. Still smiling, they broke it with a wet sound then Kuroro angled his head to a side and went for another deep kiss. Kuroro abruptly pushed himself up and tenderly clasped a hand to one of Kurapika's arm. He gave it a little pull towards the opposite side, motioning Kurapika to turn around. The blond quickly picked the cue up and rolled over to a side.

Kurapika let a small smile play on his lips as he laid flat on his stomach, his head turned to the side. He placed his hands back on the mattress and clutched there, anticipating the intrusion. Kuroro always knew how to make him feel good, whether on his job performance and on the bed. Really, the past days of fruitless chase for the incognito bastard was sure frustrating, and hearing he and Kuroro finally had only not the lead, but also the way to get closer to him soothed his frazzled nerves. He figured it wouldn't hurt to give the man—and himself—some extra special break. He missed the man (though he would never admit that), and it relieved him for a reason he couldn't exactly tell that Kuroro survived the death match he played on. A Floor Master in Heaven Arena: Kurapika had the man's background checked but he didn't know that. Perhaps he joined the fights after agreeing on working on him, he remembered those times when Kuroro would suddenly ask for leave of absence 'to practice and train before I get rusty because waiting for job request bores the hell out of me.' Kurapika let him do what he wanted, not even prying on what Kuroro was up to because he trusted the man enough, and simply imposed a rule that Kuroro must report to the office should he give him a call. And it had been a while since the spent time together secretly alone, so if in any case Kuroro decided to go his way all night long, Kurapika truthfully wouldn't mind.

He felt his rough, warm hands groped his butt cheek in a lewd massage, pushing the flesh up as if parting them, then he sensed the stiff, warm and slippery length touched the partition.

Kuroro placed the head into his entrance and carefully slipped the slicked crown in. The man was straddling against his back, his weight partially pressing against his lower half. Then gauging for timing, he pushed in.

"Hnn…" Kurapika lusciously had his breath caught in his throat. He let the sound out loud for Kuroro to hear.

"… This is just a wild guess, but is this your favorite position?"

Kurapika offered an indirect response: a muffled moan against the bed and a tug on the sheet. Kuroro figured it meant yes.

"Eh? But I can't see your face…"

"I… can feel you… inside me so much," he bet Kuroro was wearing a nasty, wide grin of amusement on his face right now.

"Uh-huh…" Kuroro grunted and pushed in deeply. Once his entire staff was inside, he leaned forward, his chest met Kurapika's back and then he began to lustfully brush his wet lips over the bare shoulder and cheek, Kurapika turned his face closer to his and voicelessly offered his lips for him to kiss, Kuroro delved into the treat more than gladly, stroking and squeezing over the blond's soft and supple skin while suckling with his wet mouth.

After a couple of affectionate, cuddly kisses, Kuroro pushed himself up and cast both hands over Kurapika's shoulder, signaling him that he was going to start.

Kurapika moved his hand up then, and meekly touched his forehand, sending him a green light.

"H-Hyaah…!" Kurapika yelped when Kuroro slammed slow but hard. He gradually gained pace, the walls inside loosened a teeny, tiny bit. He rammed into him faster.

"So… tight…!" Kuroro gasped out, heightening the speed.

""Kuro—ah…!" Kurapika's voice came broken and somehow sharp; it clearly reached Kuroro's ears in spite the sound getting muffled by the bed's cover. His body was jerking up and down, the sound of their skin slapping to each other rang all over the silent, secret room.

Kurapika explicitly whimpered and squirmed at the vigorous pistoning, but aside from that yelp at the beginning, he made no other loud sound.

Kuroro fastened on the position and brought his face back closer to Kurapika's, maintaining his moves. Kurapika's hair was wet with sweat, some strands stuck on his face, which was mildly screwed from the pleasuring sensations. His eyes were half-opened and in bright scarlet as ever, his mouth partly opened, he was silently panting and obviously calming himself down.

"I'll appreciate if you would call my name not so half-assed," Kuroro whispered right at Kurapika's ears.

"H-Hmm…? But I never did," Kurapika shot back with equal cockness on his voice. "I do not do anything half-assed when it comes to you, Kuroro— I never take things lightly when dealing with you, so I hope our treatment to each other is mutual."

"For you to speak so proudly and clearly like that right now," Kuroro clutched his hands roughly over Kurapika's shoulders by slipping his wrists between the mattress and his shoulder joints, "—guess you can handle if I go a little harder." Emphasizing his point, he thrust more violently, more passionately, as if imposing Kurapika a punishment for being conceited. The Kuruta let out a mixture of surprised and pained cry.

"Dammit, didn't you say you'll be gentle?"

"I did, and I will. I just want to mess with you."

"Bastard."

"Do you feel good?"

"You're seriously getting into my nerves now."

"Can you just answer me?"

"Do you really have to ask that?"

"I don't, but I want to know. Hearing you say it makes me feel good."

"… I didn't expect you have such nasty praise fetish. Fine. Yes, it does feel good. Satisfied?"

"How does it feel to have me inside?"

"Painful and uncomfortable. Weird, even."

"And?"

"…W-Warm."

"What else?"

"… It feels nice when you rub against me."

"Uh-huh?"

"… Y-your warmth makes me feel like I'm… melting… inside."

"Shit," Kuroro cursed beneath his breath. "Guess I really do have a praise fetish."

"I-it's nice when you— you come inside…"

That was it: Kuroro lost it all with the last remark. He jerked into Kurapika hard and strenuously, Kurapika abruptly broke into a series of moans and gasps of momentary shock and overwhelming pleasure then finally, Kuroro milked himself out plentifully inside the blond, not pulling out until the last drop oozed out of him.

He flipped Kurapika to his back, helped himself with the disoriented features of his boss: his chest puffing up and down of breath. He shot him a triumphant look and flashed an arrogant smirk, before tending to his neglected length. It quivered and twitched on his touch, Kuroro's hand had fluidly slid up and down as he bathed it with the remaining lubricant.

He stroked it, licked and bobbed the head, played along the shaft down to the base, until it started to leak generously. Kurapika gasped sharply with his hand lying on his chest, just under his chin, balling into a tight fist. Kuroro didn't stop until he sapped all the liquid out.

Kurapika let out a long, satisfied sigh.

Kuroro crawled up and laid next to the blond, one arm stretched out for Kurapika to lean on. The blond languidly rolled towards him and went on the offered warm pillow, his forehead touching the man's chest. Both settled on a cozy, cuddling set-up, they fell into a comfortable silence.

"… Is there something bothering you?" Kuroro asked after some odd minutes.

"A little," Kurapika shortly replied.

"The Dark Continent journey?"

Kurapika nodded against his chest.

"… I feel like something big is going to happen."

"… Me, too."

"Something that would change so many things."

"Yeah: we're dealing with the man who has the last pieces of the eyes, if that's even correct, of course something major is ought to take place."

There was a silence again.

"You nervous?"

"A little," Kurapika mumbled.

"It's alright," Kuroro wrapped his arms around Kurapika, he gave it a light squeeze before burying his face on the blond's lock. "I'm sure we can pull this one. Focus on your task as a Zodiac, I assure you I can handle Tcheridnich just fine. I'll give you a call right away should there be any problem. Oh, and by the way: do we have to hide our connection— I mean you as my boss— to Tcheridnich once we board the ship?"

"Tcheridnich should have had your background checked, right? It's likely that he already knows."

"Yeah. But what should I do if we run into each other? Should I introduce you to him? I mean, you told me that all I have to do is to make sure to get you close to him to the point where you can touch him."

"… I'm not sure as of yet of what the best to do. I'll give you a call before the departure."

"Roger. And… please don't get angry at me, boss… but do you think we can snitch some time alone together on the journey?"

"… What the hell? Don't tell me you've been thinking about that all this time?"

"Sorry… can't help it."

"Geez… Let's see. I'll try to manage. Don't get your hopes high, though."

"Alright," Kuroro made a clearing sound in his throat then set his arm across Kurapika's chest.

"… We still have a long way to go," Kurapika mumbled with his eyes closed, he was seemingly drifting off to sleep.

Kuroro pulled a blanket from his side and covered the slumbering form, together with his own.

"Yeah… I'm a little excited. Good night, Kurapika."

Kurapika merely rested his hand above Kuroro'sc hest then slept on as if with no care in the world.

P.S.: Should Prince Tcheridnich and Kuroro did have an encounter over the DC arc, expect another chapter.