I return... With a new chapter! Rated T for Erotic Themes, but no sex yet! ;D

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What the FUCK just happened? The look of Kurloz's face, had Cronus seen it, was priceless. Absolutely priceless. His mouth fell open and he turned around quickly to look at Cronus and then back at the house, mouth still agape. What...

He was sweet, gentle even, as if he wasn't raging mad moments before. Kurloz couldn't figure it out. He wondered if this was how hateful silent treatment started out. He shook his head and stood up.

"Alright, that's a wrap," Leijon called out. "Let's try the scene where the gangs confront each other sans leaders. Kurloz, you may go."

He didn't need to be told twice. Kurloz swiftly left the theater, and headed for home.

Kurloz's house was empty of life as always. His dad always seemed to be traveling on business, and his brother was never home ever. Gamzee was homeless by choice. Kurloz couldn't stand living under a bridge; he had higher standards than that.

He went down into the basement. His quarters. It held a shrine to his lord (The Angel of Death), a mini fridge with soda, his bed, shelves full of bone collections adorning the walls, his bass and amps and his brother's drum set. It was gathering dust and cobwebs now. Kurloz knew how to play it, but doing so brought back memories that made his heart hurt. He missed Gamzee.

He pulled a red pop Faygo from the fridge, and plopping onto his bed with a sigh, cracked open the soda to take a swig. It was quiet. That was fine, he grew up in silence.

His room smelled faintly of Sopor. It'd been a long time since he last indulged, but he wasn't depressed enough to do that today. The soda would do.

He took another drink. Kurloz thought about that kiss with Cronus and his behavior afterward. Had the greaser been fucking with him? Kurloz knew he enjoyed that kiss. The needy sounds were enough to prove it. And Kurloz could have kept it going if he didn't like pissing the other off.

He sighed, despite hating his existence, Kurloz wished he had the other here with him. He felt lonely. He thought being alone so much would save him from that, but kissing Cronus and feeling how gentle he could be shattered that fragile immunity. Kurloz sighed again, staring at the bubbles rising through the red liquid.

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It took a while for Cronus to walk home. He lit his cigarette and took a very long drag, holding the smoke for a few moments before exhaling with a sigh. He really didn't want to go back and deal with his family right now, let alone in general, and the bruising on his arms still hurt quite a bit. And the friction from the long sleeve really didn't help.

The cool evening air and the bright light of the setting sun helped distract his thoughts though, wandering the winding pants of the city streets and alley ways until the moon rose to stall as long as possible. Between his bitchy little brother and their abusive father, he would do better hiding out in his little hideaway for a few days in favor of going home.

But he'd be tracked down eventually. Though... going to the Makara household was an option he could take if he wanted to be put in a body bag and sent home. It was no secret who Kurloz was and even more well known that their families hated each other.

Finally walking up the long driveway and entering that massive double door, he peered inside and sighed in relief when it seemed like no one was home. Servants weren't running around in a panic and there was no loud shrill bitching – courtesy of Eridan throwing a hissy fit because something didn't go his way.

It was nice to finally have silence in the house for once. At least for a little bit. So Cronus went right up to his room, the only door in the whole mansion that had stickers and posters on the carelessly painted wood. He entered the room, closing the door gently, and kicked off his boots to jump into the bed with a sigh. Home sweet home. If only it were actually home.

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After five minutes of squirming around on his bed and whining like a bitch, Kurloz got up. No use crying over this fucker when he could just go to Cronus's house to settle this thing. It wasn't a mystery where this guy lived after all.

He left his soda on his bed and grabbed his skeleton hoodie. It didn't matter what temperature it was outside, it was his favorite. He practically felt naked without it and it was the only constant thing in his life that didn't greatly depress him.

As it turned out it was a cold night. Not cold enough for him to see his breath but still pretty cold. The walk from his relatively large house to Ampora's estate took longer than he thought (partially because he wasn't in any hurry), but finally he arrived.

He was a bit nervous. Dualscar Ampora was not someone to mess around with, and not someone who'd be very happy to see Kurloz. But it looked like no one was home. Kurloz sighed in relief.

He walked up to the doors, and stood there awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. Should he knock? It was a big place, would Cronus even hear him? He didn't want to pull the fucking pompous ass door bell rope that hung by the door. The tune would be annoying and really not worth the trouble if Mr. Ampora really was home.

But then again, Kurloz could act like he was high and stumbled into the wrong house and maybe get off with a threat or two. Maybe even tell a half truth about them being in the same play and needing to practice. Yeah, that would work. Then if he got suspicious about making out he could claim it as part of the play. Perfect.

He rang the annoying bell, and stuck his hand back in his pockets as he waited.

That annoyingly cheery tune (that filled the entire house) echoed clear upstairs to Cronus' room and he gave a long groan and sat up. It was probably just one of his dad's business partners since solicitors never came by anymore after the incident of last year but at this hour? Who the fuck would seriously go by granted...what time it was this night.

Nonetheless, the Ampora got up and gave a huff as he mussed his once perfectly styled hair and slid out of his room, sliding down the marble staircase and almost slipping on his ass in his socks. With a bit of luck he managed to keep his balance enough to make his way to the giant ass front doors, taking one last second to fix his shirt that was just a baggy T-shirt with the Aquarius symbol on it in plum before opening the door.

"My dad's not home. Go the fuck awa-" Cronus stops mid sentence, choking on his words before going wide eyed and without even thinking about it, slams the door as hard as possible right in Kurloz' face.

What the fuck was he doing here?! Not only would Cronus one hell of a beating for letting a Makara on the Ampora property but that douche bag shouldn't even be here anyway! He had no business! Cronus had left peacefully!

"What the fuck do you want!" he demanded through the door.

Kurloz had flinched when Cronus had slammed the door in his face. Oh yeah... they hated each other. Right. That was a thing.

He cleared his throat. "I'd like to say 'not a damn thing' and pretend I showed up here high out of my mind and this sobered me enough to turn around and walk away but I can't," he said to the doors. He sighed. "I'm just confused as all hell. You went from being mad as a hornet to gentle as a lamb and I expected you to shove me off the stage but you didn't. And I..." He trailed off, too proud to say that he felt something. That he wished he was back in that bathroom, pressing his lips to the others, feeling his warmth, smelling his scent. Granted he had smelled like a one night stand today but...

Cronus went silent to listen, hearing the waves of emotion in the mans voice that were anything but his usual even level tone unless it was filled with hate and spite. "And you what? I could have thrown you off the stage but the last thing I wanted was to make Miss D suffer another hour of rehearsal, let alone stay around your sorry ass any fuckin' longer. I've learned to contain my anger, my annoyance, and my hatred when I have to. Growing up with Dualscar Ampora as a father makes that a necessity unless you want to end up dead. Heir to the family business or not," he said softly, trailing off and sighing as he leaned his head back against the door before closing those beautiful violet eyes.

"I may be an Ampora, Kurloz, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be like my father. Cold, heartless, and a brute nonetheless. Just because Eridan is the same doesn't mean I have to be half to be. Havin' a big ego and a lot of confidence in public doesn't mean that's the real me or me all the time behind closed doors. Now what would ya know about me behind the scenes?" he asked, turning back to face the door once more, hesitating to open it.

He wanted answers and reasons, a damn good few before he would open that door again let alone let Kurloz inside. "What you did in the bathroom was unforgivable. We may hate each other yes, but I would never take advantage of someone, no matter just how much I despise their existence. And for a person new to things like that, having never done any sort of contact like that before? Unspeakable."

Kurloz winced. "You think being a Makara is any easier? We are a family consumed by rage. I have anger issues that I can't control. I've almost killed several people. I spent most of my teen years on drugs because the alternative to that was to spend the rest of my life in prison for manslaughter!

"Even now," he continued with a bitter laugh," I can barely withhold my anger. You rub me the wrong way either on purpose or because you're just an asshole and that's dangerous for me and you. At any moment I could snap but the only thing that stops me is...is..." His voice shook. He wasn't going to cry. Not today.

He took a deep breath. "Is the fact that before I kissed you, I was content with being alone. I grew up alone, was used to it. But after today, I can't stand it anymore! Yeah I was an asshole to take advantage of you like that, but I can't get my mind off of that moment and it's driving me crazy!"

He panted. His voice became quieter. "What I wouldn't give to go back in time and gently ease up off of you. So that maybe it could hurt less. I hate you, but you're the best kiss I've had in a long time."

There were no words for what Cronus had just heard, the confession, the near breakdown Kurloz almost had over something so stupid like this. He was a Makara, he wasn't supposed to care about people or get attached but... then again maybe that was half the reason he did anyway. To break that stereotype, to get away from how the rest of the world saw him, versus the rest of his family, especially when it came to Gamzee.

Cronus couldn't help but blush about as red as a tomato at the last addition to that little confession, staring down at the marble floor and swallowing the lump in his throat as he took a slow breath. Finally, he turned and opened the door, trying to keep that hard cold glare but it was a challenge, especially when he said the first thing to leave his lips. "If you had the chance, would ya do it again... doll?" he asked softly, saying nothing more even as the blush on his cheeks spread.

Kurloz kept his eyes on the ground even as the door opened. His face flushed pink at the question and he raised his eyes to meet Cronus' without flinching. He wet his lips and swallowed, nodding. "Yes," he answered, his voice bordering on eager.

He tried not to make it sound like he expected Cronus to give him an opportunity. It was too much to ask, even as he hoped. He didn't move from his spot. If Cronus wanted to let him in, that was his choice, but Kurloz couldn't help that his heart beat in anticipation. Fuck, he really had it bad.

Swallowing hard, Cronus stepped aside and allowed Kurloz to come inside if he so chose, unable to meet the other's eyes though because the pounding of his heart was just too much. If he looked up he was afraid he'd have a heart attack.

"Then maybe, just maybe we can try it again..." he says softly, leaving the doorway to head back up the massive staircase to his room, though at the top he stopped and looked back, seeing whether or not the Makara had chosen to follow. The Ampora estate was a rather large and overly done bit of land, the amalgamation of at least three mansions meshed into one being with four floors and over forty rooms no(t including the dining room, living room, doorway, entrance hall, ballroom, office room, meeting rooms and the gaming theater). The color scheme mostly consisted of royal purple, plum and cream as the base lining and trim where as the furniture was soft as silk and looking most expensive with intricate designs and patterns in the fabric, Crystal chandeliers and golden dining ware; it was nothing but the best for the Ampora family which almost ironically consisted of all boys. There was not one female in that entire mass of land or the estate itself (save for the servants) nor had there been in quite a while if ever. Dualscar Ampora had built his living and his business while raising two boys, not before they came into being. If ever he had a wife presumed to be their mother she was long gone though no one knew why or had even heard of her let alone seen the woman. Though it was clear that both boys were his by blood.

Kurloz followed Cronus, looking at the decor and trying not to laugh. Everything was so...orderly. Shit, at his house everything was helter skelter, mix mashed, rainbow splattered bullshit all over the walls with hardly any furniture. Kurloz's basement was the most decorated place in the mansion.

But this place just screamed wealth of the highest degree. He attempted to keep a straight face just because of how ridiculously this matched the Amporas, and kept his mouth shut in case he said something he'd regret that would warrant him getting kicked out as Cronus lead him up to what he assumed was the greaser's bedroom.

But Cronus was already aware of Kurloz's amusement. He rolled his eyes and sighs, hunching over more out of embarrassment than anything. "Dude don't even get me started on my fucking house okay? It's orderly, its pompous looking. I know." he growled, taking a left once they got to the hallway on the second floor before taking another right four doors down. It was obvious which bedroom was his, the movie posters, chips around the edges of the door and the mix and mesh of coloring for the paint was obvious enough.

"I didn't say anything," Kurloz responded lightly, though the waver in his voice reflected the withheld laughter.

It looked like Cronus had tried re-painting the door from the hideous royal purple to something else, but then his father had it re-painted once more and finally after so many times just gave up the fight. "At least one thing in this damn house looks normal." he added, kicking his door open and stepping inside.

It was anything but what you would expect from an Ampora, let alone Cronus himself, who prided himself in being orderly and always clean cut. His room was a complete mess, guitars, amps and loose sheets of paper all over the place piling on the floor and desks all around the room, they appeared to have half finished music notes on them, some with writing. Cords, kick stands, guitar stands and notebooks were all over the place along with desks stuffed full with old records, new CD's, a record player by the closet, and clothing every which way. The only clean area was his massive king sized bed, blankets and sheets strewn about on the double mattress. It looked soft as a goddamn cloud.

Upon entering the room, Kurloz looked around. It wasn't as crazy as he expected it to be. In fact, it almost matched what his room tended to look like every few months when inspiration hit. "So you play guitar, huh?" He mused, nodding at the paraphernalia.

"I'm a bassist. And a drummer, though I don't play as often anymore. Not since-" he stopped. "Well. Never mind. Maybe we should play together sometime, hm?" He stepped over things, being careful as he could. The bed looked pretty damn inviting but he wasn't sure if he was even allowed to sit on that.

Cronus flushed red once more and looked away, giving a slight nod. Well god dammit this was just embarrassing...his room was his everything, the one space that he could express himself and oh boy did he go all out in here. No one was allowed in this space, not even his father or even Eridan no matter how much they pushed.

"I uh...I also sing but that's not really important is it? I just like music in general. It's an amazing way to expression oneself, ya know?" he says with a slight grin before going over to his bed and leaping onto it. The thing was just as it looked, softer than a cloud and like silk to the touch with just enough give to truly relax in it. Since Kurloz was a bassist and a drummer apparently, maybe they actually could play together sometime. That is, if either could stand one another long enough.

"I kinda guessed that," Kurloz replied, making his way over to sit on the bed. Oh wow, did that feel soft. He lay back on it, stretching his hands over it. Was Cronus ever living in the lap of luxury or what? Despite his father's wealth from drug dealing his bed was more or less an old futon from the thrift shop. Kinda lumpy but still comfortable somehow. Not that his bony frame ever helped him get much sleep if at all.

"And yeah, I know. I sing sometimes. Really throaty and low. Seductive like. So that you can feel the chords vibrating in my chest," he hummed, dropping the tone of his voice.

He got up to move closer to Cronus. "Here, feel this. It's motherfucking amazing." He slipped out of his hoodie so that the vibrations would be more clear. It was like the physical feeling of hearing a cat purr, or listening to music with a lot of bass.

Pressing his hand flat to the mans chest Cronus went silent to really get the feel of it, grinning a bit while he swayed just a touch here and there. "Cool, huh?" Kurloz grinned.

"That is really cool...It's about the way I sing too. There's just somethin' about a low seductive tone that I love so much." This, was going to be fucking amazing if they ever did a piece together. On that note though, given it was a bit late and he totally hadn't noticed he was literally up close and personal with his enemy with no space between their bodies, Cronus pulled away and cleared his throat blushing a bit as he sat up. "Are you sleepin' over or what anyway, because my father wont be here for a week, He's on a business trip an' I honestly don't give a fuck where Eri is so long as he ain't home."

Kurloz thought about that. "Honestly... Yeah. I could go home to my empty house and cold as fuck basement but why do that when I got a warm body here?"

Cronus' blush wasn't lost on him even in this darkness. "I mean, unless you prefer me sleeping on the floor..." That didn't sound too comfortable but he supposed it could be worse.

"Well no I-I don't mind you sleepin' here in my bed it's just that I..never really..." he trailed off after rambling, finally realizing how stupid he sounded and the fact it would be made worse because of the one true fact that he would be confessing to never having done this before. Because Cronus has never done ANY of this stuff before so contact from another – whether intimate or otherwise – was something very foreign to him. But just to keep from confessing the fact that he was a pitiful virgin and that Kurloz had taken his first kiss he got out of bed and stripped his shirt off just to get ready for bed.

And holy hot motherfucking damn was that the best idea hes ever had. Cronus was toned. It was clear he did a decent amount of working out in his free time around the estate, a well toned upper body, broad shoulders and a six pack to last for days. He wasn't overly done, but just enough to make it look appealing, nice to the eyes. With his slender hips and that nice round ass, the somewhat pale skin just added to the yummy factor of this asshole. "Do you need somethin' to sleep in?" he asked, looking back and forgetting he was half naked in front of this guy.

Kurloz hadn't been paying much attention to Cronus until he looked up to answer and FUCK. His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of this well muscled fucking GOD that stood on the other side of the room. He drew a breath, covered his mouth and looked away. Holy shit he was so gay for this guy. Kurloz was nothing but skin and bones while this guy had enough meat to make Kurloz want to devour him whole.

"Yeah." He squeaked. "Yeah I would. I mean I could sleep in my boxers but I don't want to...ah...make you uncomfortable or anything." He cleared his throat nervously, glancing back at that body. He kept stealing glances as he got up off the bed to remove his jeans and finally his shirt. He was so skinny, with bones protruding from his pale flesh. He had an eating disorder in the past (and a drug problem that made gaining weight damn near impossible even with his tendency to excessively consume carbs), and recovering from that was taking forever. It didn't help that he still hit the bong every once in a while or that he skipped eating sometimes (partially because there was no food in the house and partially because he hardly ever felt hungry). He felt subconscious about his body compared to this chiseled man before him.

Cronus flat out snorted and covered his mouth as he laughed, trying not to lose it over the literal sight of seeing Kurloz do a jaw dropping glance at him. He thought that was only a thing in the movies.

"You okay there chief? Seems you uh, can't keep that jaw of yours up properly," he smirked, turning his back to Kurloz to sport that fine ass while digging through his dressers for some PJ pants he knew he had in a darker purple that might suit the Makara better. Turning back around, he tossed the pants over onto the bed and finally dropped his own to show the cute little boxers with sea horses on them.

But that was the least of Kurloz' issues. The bulge sitting in those boxers was jaw dropping even more so than Cronus' body type. He had all the right genes in place and by the size of that thing had to be a shower for sure. Whether or not he was a grower would be grounds for the skeletal man finding out soon enough, and if that was the case, would be a great pain in the ass.

Kurloz let out a shaky sigh that was dangerously close to turning to a moan. Damn, if he got this turned on just from looking at Cronus' half naked body, what would happen to him when he got him all the way?

Cronus himself couldn't stop getting an eyeful of his taller rival, not really seeing the skinniness of the man as an issue. He had his handsome features and the body type like that made no difference. Kurloz was still rather attractive on his own.

Kurloz slipped into the pajama pants which hung off his bony hips, revealing his skull print boxers. His face was full on red by this point. And Cronus checking him out really wasn't helping. And...oh shit that package. Cronus was fucking hung. Kurloz was sort of big himself (he was more blessed in length than in width) but ohhh man did he ever want to suck that. He immediately hated himself for thinking those thoughts, but he couldn't help it. He felt the throb of his heart beating in his bony chest, and found himself breathing hard. Kurloz made a noise of frustration and looked away, huffing.

Raising a brow, Cronus slipped on some PJ pants and walked back over, that beautiful hip sway back full force now that he wasn't under the eye of the public attention. Not gonna lie, there was a lot that Cronus held back when he was out in public and most of that was coming back full swing. Heh.

"Somethin' the matter there doll?" he cooed softly, climbing up on the bed on all fours now, licking those thick soft lips as he crawls forward. Oh Cronus knew full well what was wrong, he was oblivious much of the time but not stupid. Now all he was really doing was adding to the game just to get Kurloz even more aroused and desperate. Oh it was obvious that Kurloz needed it bad and that look of frustration was delicious indeed.

Kurloz's self control was slipping away. He clasped a hand over his mouth but he couldn't stop the moan that emitted from his throat. He didn't think he could answer without breathing out a moan with every word. Cronus wasn't even touching him and he was already half hard and needy as fuck. The fucking hip swing was enough to sell him over but the next action drove him to slip onto the bed and lay half propped up as if he was so ready to bottom. He didn't care if he did, he just needed this so badly.

Cronus actually giggled this time, running his hands all over his body just to force Kurloz to drag his eyes over each detail and really take it in. Especially the happy trail that started just under his belly button and trailed teasingly into his pants just waiting for someone to play with it. "Aw, what's the matter? Ya look...hot and bothered." He cooed softly, that voice going ever deeper and sultry as Cronus bit his lip and thrusts just a few times into his hand while sucking on one finger. For a virgin man he could put on one hell of a show. But to see Kurloz laying there so desperate and needy was more than anyone could ever ask for.

"The fuck do you think, asshole?" Kurloz panted out, his eyes wide. He whimpered. He wanted to touch that body. To run his hands over it. He knew how sensitive Cronus was. He could make the other melt in a matter of seconds. He slid up onto his knees to get closer, reaching a hand out to brush Cronus' skin, sliding his hands over those muscles. It was almost enough to touch him, to feel his warmth. "As if existing weren't enough, now you've got the looks to make a man beg," he breathed out.

"You're damn right I do," Cronus whispered in a hushed tone, raising a hand to caress the man's cheek oh so gently like he had on the stage, so gentle and soft before leaning in and pressing their lips together once more in that sweet sensual kiss Kurloz had been craving all night.

Though that was just half the fun, bodies locking together as he grabbed those bony hips and literally began grinding against Kurloz like he was a fucking stripper's pole. With that well hung dick and the Makara's own arousal things were getting hot and heavy, but thank God Cronus had absolutely no sex drive because he didn't once slip, nipping on those thin lips, even sucking at it a bit.

All of Kurloz's nerves were on fire. Wherever Cronus touched almost burned him and felt cool at the same time. And when he kissed him it was hot and electrifying. He couldn't help moaning as he was ground against. He was too pleasured by that alone to take advantage of the situation.

But all of a sudden, Cronus pulled away and flopped down on the bed and yawned.

"I'm hittin' bed, land mime, I'll see you tomorrow," he said with a shit eating grin and pure laughter and enjoyment in his voice. Cronus Ampora had finally gotten his revenge for the bathroom incident.

Kurloz was too confused to move for a few long seconds. He panted heavily, trying to grasp through a clouded brain what had just happened. Maybe there's a reason guys think with their dicks, given that all the blood needed to think is down there.

"What the fuck?" He demanded, shaking his head. He was feeling a bit of reverse de ja vú when it dawned on him. This is revenge from today in the bathroom. "You asshole," he growled, smacking the other. He slipped under the covers and grumped. He knew he deserved it, but getting rid of this goddamn boner wasn't going to be easy.

Cronus only snickered and rolled onto his side, grinding his ass back against the man's dick before finally settling down into his bed with small cooing noises. He was just so comfortable right now. Within minutes he was fast asleep, and soon after that curled up in a loose ball on his side of the bed. If things couldn't get worse they very much did. Because within the hour Cronus had flipped over and stuck himself to Kurloz, arms around his neck and that sweet peaceful face buried in his warm neck with a slight nuzzle.

As if Cronus grinding against him wasn't enough to set him off all over again, the asshole just HAD to subconsciously snuggle against him. Kurloz was still kinda pissed off, but being unable to do anything about it really, he kinda just glared at the wall.

And let out an angry sigh. He still had that fucking boner. Okay, time to kill that bitch. Think of something else. Okay, think of your brother. You wouldn't bone your brother would you? The thought made him shudder. Alright, that did it. He breathed a sigh in relief. Kurloz finally slipped his arms around the sleeping form. As much as he hated this douche, Cronus was cute in his sleep.

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Annnnd it's done! Woo! Sex scene coming up next whenever I get around to it.