A/N: Thank you so much to the one person who reviewed this story- Katt1848. I thought no one was reading this so I stopped uploading it to this site! I guess I will be uploading the rest to now because of you I'm happy you like it!

Ice cold to the touch

No I'll never be your snow covered lover

That shit was pathetic, I need love

I'm warm flesh and blood

Call me spineless but at least I've got a heart between my lungs

You feel too little and I feel too much

Can you burn a fire in my flesh?

'Cause your love's so cold I see my breath

I can't take another night

Always frozen by your side

(Winter - PVRIS)

Kurapika had to do a double, no-triple take when he woke up, just to make sure that what he was seeing was real. Upon confirmation, he jolted out of bed towards the spot where mirror fragments used to lie scattered on the floor. The fact that Kurapika had slept through someone cleaning them up was a mystery for another day, since the items that now sat on the vanity were sucking all of his attention. Jaw dropped in awe, he picked up the note left for him, scanning the letters through the glassy moisture now clouding his eyes.

Shalnark informed me of the conversation you had. We didn't sell all of them back in the day-these were saved for if we ever hit a rough spot and needed cash. They're yours now.

P.S. You know, you could have just told me you wanted them. - Chrollo

With tears flowing freely from his eyes, Kurapika was somewhat happy that the mirror was gone. It saved him from having to stare at his crying face as he was filled with a million emotions. One after another, he picked up each of the three pairs of scarlet eyes, viewing all angles of the suspended orbs before setting them back down. His thoughts immediately flew back in time, to all the memories of everyone he'd lost that cursed night. His best friend Pairo, his parents, the baker, the local doctor… All of them reduced down to nothing but the lifeless jars that sat in front of him. The eyes were, blank, so unbelievably blank, just a void of nothingness. Kurapika knew the nothingness all too well: he'd been living in the remnants of it his entire life. He never did get the chance to avenge their deaths, and never would. The reminder of his utter failure almost sent him back to the dark place he'd been that first night he'd been taken by the Troupe, until his scarlet eyes hit the note once more. His hand reached up, feeling the sharp edges and chains of his ruby earring-the one that Chrollo had given him. His eyes flitted again and again from the note, to the jars, to the place where the mirror had been, before he'd punched it to pieces with his fist. Chrollo. The man he'd once thought of as even more soulless than the dead eyes in front of him, had given him all these things. The strange irony of it all, even down to the fact that he hadn't gotten a chance to talk to the man before falling asleep last night, had him stumbling back to the mattress. He'd taken in Kurapika, someone who'd killed two of his friends in a rage induced revenge hunt, and gave him clothes and food, even going out of his way to return these eyes to him. Kurapika lifted his gaze back to the jars, trying to process what it all meant. He stared, and stared, and stared. Just who was the cold enigma that was Chrollo Lucilfer?

Hours passed, one after another, until finally Kurapika's brooding was interrupted by a knock at his door. He reluctantly tore his gaze from the glass jars, getting up to open it.

"Oh, it's you, Shizuku."

"Yup, it's me! How's it going Kurapika?" she asked, arms full with a tray of food for the Kurta, which he graciously took from her, placing it on the vanity. Her question, though, was one Kurapika didn't quite know how to answer, with the rough mixture of emotions he'd been dealing with recently.

"I'm… fine, I guess. Please, come in," he invited, retreating to sit on the bed with his elbows propped on his knees.

"What do you mean, you guess?" Shizuku shut the door behind her, then followed Kurapika's pensive gaze toward the glass jars on his nightstand, gasping in understanding. "Are those…?"

"Yes, they're the eyes of my brethren. Chrollo left them for me this morning." Shizuku pushed her glasses up, then hesitantly moved towards the suspended objects.

"Wow, I didn't know we still had any of these. Do you mind if I…?" She asked, gesturing in the direction of the nightstand.

"Go ahead, take a look," Kurapika answered.

"I'll be careful," she said, as she gingerly lifted one jar up, examining. She tilted the jar in her hands, turning it around to inspect all angles of the unique spheres. "They truly are something else, aren't they?"

Kurapika didn't answer her, as he looked at the wall in front of him. Shizuku, noticing his numb expression set the jar back down on the nightstand and moved to sit next to Kurapika on the mattress. She placed one of her small hands on his back and gently moved it back and forth, in an act of sympathy. "This must be very difficult for you, to see them again. But I'm glad we still had these and that Boss was able to return them to you."

Kurapika turned to look at her. "I was hoping I could talk to you about that actually. I need your advice."

Shizuku blinked, surprised that Kurapika would want her advice. After a brief moment, though, she nodded, and said "okay, sure, what do you need?"

"I don't know if you already know this, but, Chrollo and I have been…" he paused for a moment, blushing, "well, we've been sleeping together, and I find him quite difficult to understand. Everytime we talk, he's very cold, and distant. Yet, he leaves me gifts, and today he returned these eyes to me, and, I guess, I would like to thank him, and hopefully be able to really talk to him-to find out what he's thinking," Kurapika finished lamely, not knowing if his rambling was making any sense.

Shizuku folded her hands in her lap and nodded her head slowly, looking forward in deep thought. "I see, so that's the nature of your relationship," she said.

Kurapika nodded numbly, furrowing his brow. "I guess I just thought, since you know him better than I do, you might have an idea of where I might go from here."

"Hmm… well, what is it like when you are together? And how did you two even end up sleeping together in the first place?"

"That's the thing, we don't really talk much. I never know what to say, aside from asking few practical questions. The first time he came in here he kissed me, and the next he sort of... pinned me down and fucked me."

"What about since then? Has anything changed?"

"I stopped resisting for one. It's pointless, he's too strong." Kurapika shook his head, before wryly adding, "but, in fact, he's quite good in bed, and even charming sometimes. He even called me his lover the other night."

"And it's always been him initiating?"

"Well, yeah. I always thought he saw me as his toy to play with, and when he's finished, he leaves." Kurapika twiddled his chains awkwardly.

Shizuku nodded in contemplation, taking in the information. She grabbed his shoulder, taking his attention. He slowly turned to look her in the eyes. "You are not a toy, Kurapika. So don't have sex like one. With what you're telling me, it sounds like the attraction is not one sided. Was Chrollo your first time?"

With widened eyes, Kurapika nodded. He'd never thought about it that way before.

"I see." She paused. "That makes sense. Then, why don't you try spicing things up for once? Show him that you like him as well. Don't let him get bored."

Kurapika fell silent, thinking about what Shizuku had proposed. Spice things up, huh? Interesting. The proposition was yet another new concept the spiders had introduced him to. "I think I see what you're saying," Kurapika finally said, nodding. "But what if he's not into it?"

Shizuku smiled, a small laugh escaping her lips. "I don't think you need to worry about that."

"Okay. Thank you, Shizuku. I appreciate it."

"Of course. Is there anything else you need?"

Kurapika was already thinking of a plan of action. "Yeah. Which one of these rooms is Chrollo's?"

Shizuku stood up. "Out this door, last room on the left. I'll leave you to it," she said, winking as she exited the room.

During his working hours, Leorio had been using every spare moment he had to go through old police records and footage, trying to find any possible clue. Kurapika's court case would proceed in a week, whether or not he was there to defend himself. The problem was, if Kurapika was deemed guilty he'd be put in prison once found. Gon and Killua's internet research while Leorio was at work had at least uncovered a few details about ways Kurapika could be found innocent, if they were able to find him in time. He just needed some witnesses of his character, and plausible deniability that the killings were in self defense. Since the people he'd killed were already trespassing in the basement of the Met, and even impersonating a security guard, Kurapika had a fighting chance. If they could prove that the woman had killed the other security guard there, and Kurapika acted in defense of either that man or himself, then he'd be declared innocent.

Leorio was currently looking over old footage from random places. He looked down to check his watch. He had about two hours before his shift ended, and was determined to find something-anything that could possibly help. When he looked back up to the video he saw a flash of a face, catching his attention. He quickly pushed his glasses up and rewinded the footage. That face… that face… He paused, zooming in on that familiar face. It was a woman with a rather substantial nose, sitting at a cafe with two other men. Innocent enough but… He pulled up his facial recognition software. A match. That woman was the one Kurapika had killed! Taking note of the date, he quickly entered the numbers into an internet search, whistling as the results showed that it was the same date of the infamous Jersey Heist. This was too convenient to be just a coincidence. Going back to the footage he zoomed in on the two men with her, and ran his facial recognition software again. The first came up empty, making Leorio click his teeth. He decided to try the other face, and to his luck, it pulled up a match-the other guy Kurapika had killed!

He spent the rest of his time at the office finding dates of public Troupe heists and digging through security footage matching those dates. He found two others with the woman and the man, only appearing a few hours before the heist supposedly took place-compelling evidence.

This news could only mean one thing: the people killed were members of the Phantom Troupe. They were so underground that Leorio hadn't been able to find any trace of them aside from this obscure security footage. Leorio furrowed his brow as he realized this meant Kurapika had attempted to face these people alone, without even so much as a word to his friends.

Nevermind that though: there was now hope. Now that he had this connection, he was fairly confident if he presented the evidence to a qualified lawyer, Kurapika would be found innocent. He had to call Gon and Killua to tell them the news. He packed up his things and shrugged a coat on before leaving the office for the day, pulling out his cellphone. As he approached the train station, he wore a bright smile of relief. He had finished typing the numbers and was about to press call when suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder.

If it's those damn street solicitors again, Leorio thought.

Leorio, now off duty, and relieved of the forced niceties his occupation required, whipped his head around and was about to tell the guy to fuck off. But surprisingly, the man spoke before him. "Excuse me sir," he said. He had bright red hair, with a white face and strange looking symbols on his cheek. "You wouldn't happen to be a friend of Kurapika K, would you?"

Leorio froze for a moment. "What's it to you?"

"I might be able to help you locate him."

Leorio sputtered in disbelief. He'd heard nothing for months, and now suddenly this freakshow was here, claiming he knew shit about Kurapika. "Who the hell are you?" Leorio retorted.

The man smirked. "Someone who has information you need. Kurapika has fallen into a… web of sorts. A web controlled by a spider with rather perverse intentions. I hope, for your sake, he hasn't lost all of his dignity yet." The statement was followed by a lick of the lips, then creepy wink that sent shivers down Leorio's spine. What was this lunatic insinuating? The thought of criminals touching Kurapika sent waves of anger through him.

"Tell me what you know," Leorio growled at the man.

With another harrowing smile the man said, "There's an underground auction at the Court Hotel in Square Times tomorrow night. Go there if you want to find him." And with a turn of his heel the clown-man walked away, ignoring Leorio's desperate shouts in his direction.

Once the man disappeared out of his vision, Leorio called Killua's cell phone number with shaky hands.

Hello? Old man?

"Hey. I have news. I found out at work that the people Kurapika killed were Phantom Troupe members. Then, I was just approached by some freaky looking clown dude who told me he knows how we can find him."

There was a pause on the other end, then: Clown dude? What did he look like?

"I don't know-tall, red hair, teardrop and star marks on his cheek?"

Leorio heard a gasp from the other line. Hisoka. Holy shit. That's Illumi's friend.

"Your brother, Illumi?" Leorio asked in confusion.

Yeah. The dude's absolutely insane. What did he tell you?

"He told me we should go to an auction tomorrow night at Square Times."

There were mutters on the other line, presumably Killua was saying something to Gon, throwing in some curses as he did. As much as I don't like it, Killua said finally, Hisoka has been known to be helpful at times. This is our best shot at finding Kurapika.

Leorio sighed. "I'm thinking so too. It's all we've got left to try."

More muttering from the other end, then, Gon and I just thought of a plan, old man. Head back to the station and we'll tell you what we need you to grab.

The warm water of the shower coating Kurapika's body was a stark contrast to his fiery nerves. He washed his hair, tangling his hands through his own blond locks. Chrollo had given him three pairs of scarlet eyes. The fact alone simultaneously warmed his heart and sent chills down his spine, as he reflected on his memories of his clansmen. They were dead, yes, and dead things were just that-dead. The lifeless scarlet rings surrounding dark pupils had filled him with bittersweet emotion. Whose eyes were they? Kurapika had no way of knowing. It wasn't as if Marcus, Uvogin, and friends had cared enough to get their names before taking their lives. Kurapika understood why now. The Kurta, though a tribe of peace to the extent of his knowledge, were just a means to an end for the runaways from Meteor City. Kurapika understood now that if none of this had ever happened, if his clan had not been slaughtered by the notorious gang called the Phantom Troupe, he could have lived his entire life in ignorance of the corruption that underpinned their society. He would have continued on thinking that people like Shalnark, Shizuku, and Chrollo were nothing but soulless demons wreaking aimless havoc on good people, and deserved to be destroyed. As he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower he thought, for a moment, about the humbling knowledge and introspection his tragedy had brought him. And in that moment, he was truly grateful.

He toweled off his hair, then pulled on some underwear, followed by dark trousers. He attached his chain to his belt loop, then covered his torso with a dark grey T-Shirt. A long-sleeved, tan colored button up top left open like a jacket completed the look. Returning to the bathroom he hung up his towel, then picked up his earring from the counter, attaching it to his ear. As he looked in the mirror, he ran a hand through the kinks in his hair until it smoothed out, framing his face. It was growing out, and on closer inspection he realized he had also grown a bit of patchy facial hair in his time here. He usually shaved long before he got to this point, but he hadn't exactly been focusing on his looks lately. The blond patches of scruff had to go. He shuffled through the drawers in the bathroom until he found what he was looking for-a razor and shaving cream. After he finished shaving, the man took a deep breath, trying to think of what else he needed to do to prepare. He returned the shaving tools back to the drawer and was about to close it when a small bottle caught his attention. Cologne. The bottle's description noted hints of lavender, coumarin and oak moss. Kurapika didn't know much about these things, but he figured that it couldn't hurt. He sprayed a bit on his neck and chest, then on his wrists. The fragrant scent filled his nose with a woody, crisp aroma, and with a final look in the mirror he was decently satisfied, deciding this was as good as it was going to get.

He peeked out of the door to his room, checking to make sure he wouldn't have any tense encounters with Machi or Nobunaga before he quietly slipped outside. Kurapika turned, looking down the hallway before starting his journey the hall. The walk was surprisingly short, and before he could count to fifteen he'd reached what could only be the ever elusive last-door-on-the-left. This was it. This was Chrollo's room. He suddenly felt heavy, nervous. The precariousness of this plan had him looking back towards where he came from, nearly wanting to turn back and hide in his room. Oddly enough, he was more nervous now than when he'd attempted to take down the Troupe by himself months ago at the Met.

Is this even a good idea? He wondered wryly. Either way, he wasn't about to back out now. He took a deep breath, before raising his hand to knock three times.

The few seconds it took for Chrollo to answer the door felt like an hour, until finally there was an agonizingly slow turn of a knob, and the shrill creaking of old hinges.

"Kurapika," the man said with wide eyes, "What a pleasant surprise. Come on in." He had a book in his left hand, thumb wedged between the pages.

"Oh sorry, did I interrupt your reading?" Kurapika asked.

"No, I was just about to stop anyways." Chrollo stepped away from the door frame and beckoned Kurapika to follow him inside. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

Kurapika just nodded as he took in his new surroundings, shutting the door behind him. Chrollo's room was large, larger than his own, with interesting art on the walls. The lights were off, with only a reading lamp and candles giving off a subtle glow. The most intriguing part of the room, however, was the area containing three bookshelves stocked full of books, tucked in to a corner that was separate from the rest of the room. Chrollo handed Kurapika his glass of wine, before pouring one for himself. "Please, sit anywhere you like."

"Thank you." Kurapika decided to sit on a chair positioned in front of a small table on the left of the room. Once Chrollo finished pouring his glass he took a seat on the other side of the table. Kurapika took in the sight of him, sipping from his glass full of red liquid. He looked different tonight-relaxing in his casual attire. He wore just a navy long sleeved shirt and black joggers, but somehow he still managed to look more beautiful than ever before. Kurapika set his glass down on the table and turned towards the Spider leader, placing both his hands flat on the table. He then spoke, being the first to break the silence between them.

"Tell me about Uvogin and Pakunoda. What were they like?"

Chrollo looked over at Kurapika, eyebrows raising as he set down his wine glass. "Why the sudden interest?"

Kurapika shrugged. "Curiosity." Chrollo eyed Kurapika incredulously, pausing for a moment before he spoke.

"Alright. Hmm… where to start…" Chrollo looked towards the expanse of his room in contemplation. "Well, they had been around since the inception of the Troupe, back before we escaped Meteor City. I was young then, only twelve years old. Uvogin was seventeen at the time, and I looked up to him. We became friends almost immediately when I was sent to the orphanage. I think he saw potential in me, because he took me under his wing, teaching me how to fight and steal. He had this loud, infectious, boisterous personality that was never dull to be around. He and Nobunaga were very close, and they were planning their next big trip together when he died, getting excited about all the loot they planned to raid." Chrollo's lips turned up slightly at the fond memory of his good friend. But that smile quickly faded, replaced by a numb look in his eyes. "I always thought of him as the older brother I never had."

That struck a chord deep in Kurapika's chest. "So your family died as well?"

"Yes. My mother died in childbirth and my father died from illness, after working in a factory with hazardous chemicals for too many years."

"I see," Kurapika said, looking down at the dark red liquid filling his wine glass. "And Pakunoda?" he managed to ask.

The look on Chrollo's face grew more melancholic. "Like a sister," he said. Kurapika took another sip of his wine as the dull ache in his chest deepened. "She was fifteen when I met her. She always had a way of knowing if you were lying, no matter how skilled a deceiver you were. Her interests were cats and cafe's. We visited every cat cafe in YorkNew together, and before she passed we had plans to visit the new bookstore cafe on 23rd Street."

Wait, the new bookstore on 23rd? Kurapika's mind briefly flashed with a memory of Leorio inviting him to go there with him when they were out on patrol. He never did end up going there with his friend-this fact was another strange thing he had in common with Chrollo.

Chrollo's eyes suddenly looked dry, filled with even more vulnerability. Quietly, he added, "she taught me to read."

Kurapika caught Chrollo's hand across the table, his eyes beginning to glisten with moisture. "I'm so sorry, Chrollo. So, so sorry. They didn't deserve to die. If I could go back, I-"

Chrollo cut him off, tangling their fingers together. "No. It's alright. You were doing what you thought you had to do. I can't fault you for that."

"Still, I regret my actions that night. I had no right to take them from you."

Chrollo composed himself completely before looking at Kurapika with those enchanting dark eyes. "I said it's okay, Kurapika. It's okay."

Kurapika blinked heavily. He would not cry tonight over what happened in the past. Not wanting to get completely lost in Chrollo's gaze yet, he looked down again at his glass. With his free hand, he brought the cup to his mouth, finishing off the wine.

"Would you like another?" Chrollo asked, moving to stand up.

"That's okay, I'll get it," Kurapika said, as he picked up his and Chrollo's glasses.

"Okay. Thanks," Chrollo said as he noticed Kurapika filling up his cup.

Kurapika returned to his seat, and handed Chrollo his cup. He reached back over the table to entwine his left hand with Chrollo's.

"I wanted to thank you for bringing me those pairs of eyes. Words cannot express how truly grateful I am-how much it means to me."

Chrollo finished his sip of wine then turned himself so he was completely facing Kurapika. He then reached for Kurapika's other hand, squeezing both of them tightly before sending a look into the Kurta's eyes that made his heart race.

"I will find and return every last pair to you, Kurapika. I swear it," he said lowly, earnestly: such that Kurapika couldn't take it anymore. Tonight Chrollo was just too much, too amazing. He got out of his seat, waltzing right over to Chrollo's chair, and sat on his lap, facing him. Chrollo immediately wrapped his arms tightly around Kurapika's waist, pulling him closer. With Chrollo underneath him Kurapika started to feel tension building. He wanted more. He wanted to taste those plump lips he was now staring directly at, and he wanted to feel every inch of Chrollo's incredible body. The urgency took over as Kurapika slipped one trembling hand underneath Chrollo's arm, grasping at the fabric of his loose shirt covering his back. The other reached around to wind deep into Chrollo's black hair, tugging at the strands. With a forceful press on Chrollo's head he leaned down to capture his lips, realizing he could never have enough of this new feeling.

First the kiss was just a soft press of closed lips, but Kurapika's insistent tongue quickly penetrated into Chrollo's mouth, earning a tight pull on his back that sent shivers down his spine. Tonight Chrollo tasted of the fine red wine they'd been drinking, the bite of the alcohol still fresh and delicious on their tongues. Chrollo's teeth gave a gentle tug on his lips, making Kurapika groan softly, lowly. He returned the action while running his fingers up and down Chrollo's spine, earning a new moan from the man that drove him wild. Kurapika had had enough of the careful gentleness that he was used to receiving from Chrollo, and he pushed the kiss harder, deeper, until their heads swam with dizziness and they needed to break for air. Kurapika's hands were everywhere now, on Chrollo's arms, neck, and shoulders, but it wasn't enough. He still needed more. With fervent urgency he lifted Chrollo's shirt up and over his head, tossing it on the floor before he shrugged his own tan button up off his shoulders, exposing his dark shirt. He ran his hands over Chrollo's bare arms, taking in the feel of his warm toned flesh. Chrollo then lifted Kurapika's shirt off of him and pressed the pads of his fingers into Kurapika's lower back. With both of their bare, toned chests pressed together the heat was unbearable, like molten lava had replaced the blood in Kurapika's veins. He pressed downward on Chrollo until their hips thrust together, moving forward and backward, creating friction between the fabric that covered their lower halves. He groaned as he moved his hips on the hardness between them. It felt so good, so hot, he was on fire.

"You smell good," Chrollo mused breathily. Kurapika just smiled against his lips. That spritz of cologne had paid off.

Chrollo moved his hands to grip underneath Kurapika's thighs, and lifted upwards, pulling Kurapika to a standing position. "Shall we take this to the bed?" he asked as he popped the top button of Kurapika's pants out of its socket, and pulled down his zipper.

"Yes. But," Kurapika started, beginning to blush as a wave of nervousness hit. He wasn't quite sure how to ask this. "I was hoping I could try something with you tonight… Something new."

Kurapika stepped closer to Chrollo, pulling him into a tight embrace. Chrollo bent slightly to press a kiss in Kurapika's nape, before saying "And what might that be?" into his ear.

Kurapika's hands moved towards Chrollo's lower back, hovering just above his ass. "You wouldn't happen to still have my handcuffs, would you?" He slipped his hand underneath Chrollo's sweatpants, giving a light squeeze to his buttocks.

Chrollo's eyes widened slightly at the forwardness. "I might…" he said, starting to get the picture. "You want me to tie you up?" Kurapika pulled back slightly.

"No," he said, looking at Chrollo's flushed face.

"No?" Chrollo expression turned confused.

"No. Actually, I was hoping I might be the one to do that." Blushing, Kurapika added, "I want to see you chained to the bed. If you're worried about me trying anything you can give the key to Machi, or whoever."

Chrollo blinked, then raised his eyebrows. He had definitely not been expecting this from the blond in front of him. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded slowly, saying, "Okay, Kurapika. We can try it." As he retreated from their embrace to find the cuffs he added, "And I think you know by now that anything you try to pull will backfire."

Kurapika waited awkwardly while Chrollo retrieved the item from his closet, pants still undone on his body. He almost couldn't believe this was happening, that this gorgeous, sexy man was about to let him tie him up on his bed. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his excitement as Chrollo returned, holding the handcuffs out for Kurapika to take. At that, Kurapika then gestured toward the mattress expectantly, for Chrollo to climb on to it. Chrollo shook his head with a small smile, and a chuckle escaped his lips as he did what he was told, scooting until his back was pressed against the headboard. When Kurapika hesitated slightly, taking his time as he approached, Chrollo said, "What are you waiting for? Chain me up, Kurapika."

He certainly didn't need to be told twice. In a fluid motion he grabbed Chrollo's wrists and pulled them upwards until he found an opening where he could hook the handcuffs behind a pole in the headboard. Chrollo's seductive and lusty bedroom eyes didn't stray from his face as he clicked one cuff around a wrist and wrapped the other behind the pole. He always did have a thing for chaining criminals up, but this was his first time where both he and the criminal were enjoying it. With a final click Chrollo was locked in place in the middle of the bed, and Kurapika finished by detaching his chain from his belt loop to wrap it around the wrists and through the headboard, for maximum effect. Kurapika sat back on the bed for a moment, admiring his work. Chrollo looked better than he could have imagined tied up on that bed, quite vulnerable with his lips parted and expression anticipatory of what Kurapika might do next.

The Kurta then proceeded to remove Chrollo's sweatpants. Hands sliding up Chrollo's thighs he paused when he reached the top of Chrollo's underwear, then hooked his fingers underneath the elastic and pulled down. Chrollo's erection looked like it needed some attention after their pause in activity, so Kurapika took it in his fist, running his thumb up and down the length of it, pausing at the tip. Kurapika couldn't help the smirk that followed as he listened to the man's hitched breathing, watching his cock stiffen at his touch. Slipping his own pants off, he leaned up over Chrollo's body and took his mouth again in a wet, sloppy kiss, grinding their hips together.

He took the liberty to explore Chrollo's soft skin with his hands, and paused over his chest, feeling Chrollo's nipples protrude as he played with them. Kurapika was thoroughly pleased at the total control he had; Chrollo's fit body was his to explore tonight. Lowering himself down, he pressed light kisses to Chrollo's jaw, then his neck. Chrollo tilted his head to the side, leaving room for Kurapika to dart his tongue over the hot skin as he sucked gently, both of them letting out soft moans of pleasure as Kurapika continued to rock into Chrollo's hips. Kurapika then gave attention to Chrollo's nipples, starting with a light squeezing of his fingertips.

The slow torture of inexperienced hands touching Chrollo in all the right places had him visibly squirming underneath Kurapika. It felt good, there was no denying it, but it wasn't enough. Despite having been subjected to torture before, this slow teasing somehow seemed infinitely more unbearable tonight. Chrollo needed more, but his pride would not allow him to voice it. Kurapika's mouth was on his nipple now, teeth erotically grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting another sensuous moan, making Chrollo thrust up against Kurapika's length. Kurapika's hands were stroking him everywhere: his chest, his sides, his hips, his thighs, as if feeling his soft skin for the first time, driving him crazy.

Kurapika moved down to his abdomen, taking his time spreading kisses against the toned, smooth skin before pausing above Chrollo's exposed dick. He licked it once like a lollipop, testing. When Chrollo's thighs twitched and he breathed a soft moan, it was more than enough encouragement to continue his experimentation. Although he'd never given a blowjob before, he figured Chrollo and pornography had taught him enough to get by. He pressed his tongue in Chrollo's slit, before taking the tip into his mouth, letting saliva run down the sides of the length. He started pumping the bottom half with his right hand, reaching his left around to squeeze Chrollo's plump ass. Then, with a deep breath he took the plunge, engulfing as much of Chrollo's erection as he could in his mouth while gauging the man's reaction with his eyes. Chrollo's eyebrows furrowed initially, and Kurapika didn't know if that was good or bad.

"Am I doing this right?" he asked as he continued pumping with his right hand.

"Sort of," Chrollo replied through heavy breathing. He then blushed, as if he didn't want to admit what was wrong. After a moment he said, "less teeth would be nice."

"Less teeth. Got it," Kurapika tried not to look embarrassed, as his inexperience was showing again. He didn't want to fuck this up. He pushed his hair out of his face and paused for a moment. Running his hand up and down Chrollo's thigh again he hesitantly went back down, being careful to keep his lips covering his teeth. Chrollo hummed gently in pleasure, encouraging him to continue. He continued to slide down the length with his mouth; maybe he could fit the whole thing in. With a lewd choke, he had to pull away, as he'd just hit his gag reflex and needed a moment to compose himself.

Chrollo, watching Kurapika's attempt to deep throat couldn't hold back his chuckle as he saw him gag. "Yeah… that'll happen sometimes. Don't feel like you have to take it all in at once." He suddenly wished his hands were free, so he could run his fingers through the blond's silky hair. He watched Kurapika moving down again, before his eyes settled on the underwear that the man still wore. The Spider leader was getting impatient with the slow pace, and was ready to see Kurapika riding him. `"Aren't you going to prepare yourself?" he asked suddenly, "If you need it, there's lubricant in the nightstand."

Kurapika gave him an unreadable look, before smirking. "Actually," he said, as he swept his hand from Chrollo's hipbone to caress underneath his ass, sliding a finger over his entrance.

"Oh." Chrollo turned his head to the side, but it didn't hide the deep shade of red that now dusted his cheeks. Kurapika, blushing lightly as well, was beginning to wonder if this was a bad plan. After an agonizing moment, Chrollo surprised him by saying, "well, in that case, you should really grab the lubricant, because I haven't done this in a while."

Kurapika's eyes widened in pleasant surprise; he was half expecting Chrollo to shut him down. He nodded, but answered, "in a moment," before he hoisted Chrollo's legs up, hooking them above his shoulders. He ducked his head beneath his thighs, folding the pretty man up on himself.

"You are full of surprises tonight, Kurapika," Chrollo mused, a smile forming on his face. Kurapika gave him a final smirk before turning his attention towards the flesh beneath him. He thought back to the way he'd been pleasured like this their first night together, and was ready to try licking the exposed hole. He swiped his tongue across the entrance, taking note of Chrollo's taste. It was better than he'd expected, though he was more concerned with giving pleasure than critiquing the flavor. He pulled Chrollo's cheeks wide before swirling his tongue in a circle, pleased with the light moan he'd earned from the man. He continued flicking his tongue, making sure to get the area sufficiently moist before he prodded the hole, enjoying the pressure encircling his tongue. Chrollo's ass was wet now, and he desperately couldn't wait to feel it wrapped around his member.

Kurapika gently set Chrollo's thighs down, detangling himself from underneath the man. He rose to his knees then hopped off the mattress towards the direction of said nightstand. When he'd retrieved the lubricant he wasted no time moving his shaky hands to pop open the cap and squeeze a tiny amount into his palm. He rolled two fingers in the substance, then moved back to the bed, closing the cap and taking the bottle with him. Getting into the same position as before with a folded up Chrollo he gave his entrance one more lick before slowly inserting a finger, head pressed against Chrollo's cheek. Chrollo hummed, getting used to the feeling, while Kurapika's cock twitched at the new feeling of Chrollo's tight flesh wrapped around his finger. He carefully started moving inside of Chrollo, prodding in and out, watching his finger penetrate the entrance, Chrollo's back arching with the intrusion. When he started hearing soft noises of pleasure from the man he slipped in his second finger. Chrollo hissed at the uncomfortable stretching, making Kurapika pause. After a moment Chrollo said, "keep going," and Kurapika began to move again at a slightly faster pace, feeling the area inside until he hit a spot that made Chrollo groan in pleasure. Smirking again, Kurapika figured he was probably ready to take him.

Sitting up, he pulled off his underwear, revealing his hard erection. He reached again for the lubricant bottle and slathered a small amount onto his dick before making eye contact with Chrollo who was watching him with careful, hazy eyes. He really did look amazing with his hands bound above his head and legs spread for Kurapika. Kurapika positioned himself in front of Chrollo's entrance, then slowly pushed forward, hands reaching around to hold onto Chrollo's hips as he pressed his tip inside. With a gasp, Chrollo watched as Kurapika filled him, stretching him out painfully slowly. "Thrust," he commanded, and Kurapika looked at him before nodding and pushed his cock all the way inside.

Kurapika let out a groan of pleasure as he felt the tight, wet flesh wrapped around him. It felt even better than he could have possibly imagined. He leaned over Chrollo, and their lips met in a wonderful, messy kiss as he rocked back for another slow thrust. "You feel so good, Chrollo," he breathed against his lover's mouth.

Chrollo's lips turned up slightly as he bucked his hips up to match Kurapika's movements. "You can go faster. I can take it."

With Chrollo's words of encouragement Kurapika picked up the pace slightly, holding Chrollo's shoulder for support. They were both moaning between breaths, skin hot and flushed. They didn't break eye contact.

"More, Kurapika," Chrollo commanded. "Go harder. Faster."

Kurapika did as he was told, until the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Chrollo was beautiful underneath him, with teal earrings framing his face, his dark hair messily disheveled, those parted, swollen lips, and flushed, sweaty skin. Chrollo was moving to match Kurapika's thrusts, his experience allowing them to find a unique, synchronous rhythm as they moaned against each others mouths with passion and heat. Chrollo was getting closer, and Kurapika wanted to see him lose control, see him spill first this time. Leaning back slightly, Kurapika freed his left hand to grasp around Chrollo's dick, jerking as he continued to thrust into him. Chrollo's moans were unabashed now: sexy, loud, and hoarse; Kurapika felt himself approaching orgasm as well. He was so hot and couldn't think properly, as wave after wave of pleasure filled his body. He let his free hand find its way up to Chrollo's head, tracing across his cheek before tangling into his soft, dark hair. Leaning back down, he pressed his bare skin against Chrollo's body, face nuzzling into his neck as Chrollo wrapped his legs around the blond, wrists still pinned above his head. Their movements became desperate, a feverish desire and hunger taking control.

"Ah, Kurapika…" Chrollo moaned as his cock twitched, shooting white, sticky bursts of cum in the space between their bodies. Kurapika, felt Chrollo's muscles tighten around him as he came; despite thinking that things couldn't get any hotter between them, he was unbelievably turned on by the sight. The man was maddeningly addictive, and Kurapika knew he would never have enough. With a few final thrusts he captured Chrollo's lips again, white hot pleasure sending him over the edge as he moaned deeply into the kiss. He came, filling the inside of this dark angel, claiming him as his own.

Kurapika pulled out moments later, as the rush of pleasure wore off. Chrollo's wrists were white around where the cuffs held them in place, and he decided he should probably free him from his bondage. He fished the key from the table and popped open the cuffs, unhooking his chain as he did so. Chrollo's free arms immediately wrapped around Kurapika, pulling him to lie on top of his chest for a moment, stroking the blond's soft hair, despite the cum and sweat slick on the skin between them.

"How'd I do?" the blond asked against Chrollo's skin.

Chrollo pressed a kiss to his hair before answering, "Amazingly well, actually. You are very sexy, Kurapika."

Kurapika perked his head up to plant another kiss on Chrollo's lips. "You too," he said, smiling. "I suppose we should get cleaned up, yeah?"

"Mmm, yeah." Chrollo lifted underneath Kurapika's arms to sit both of them up. "Follow me." he rose from the bed.

He followed Chrollo into the bathroom and watched as he turned on the rain-style shower. They a few seconds for the water to heat up then stepped inside. They took their time soaping each other up, suds running down their bodies until they finally fell down the drain. Showering like this, together, was so warm, intimate, and casual. Kurapika wondered what it would be like if every night were like this-showering alone was quite boring, in comparison. With a click, Chrollo turned the shower off, quick to hand him a towel before telling him to hang on while he found some clothes for Kurapika to wear. Since they were only two inches height difference, they were able to share clothes, despite the fabric hanging rather loosely on Kurapika's body. The two quickly found their way back to the bed, climbing under the covers, legs entwined.

Kurapika tangled their fingers together, the dim lighting just enough to notice the fresh bruises forming on Chrollo's wrists where he'd been bound earlier. He traced his fingers over the skin of his wrist bone before muttering, "oh dear, you're going to have a mark there. Does it hurt?"

Chrollo just shook his head before gently kissing Kurapika. "Don't worry, it was well worth it."

Kurapika said "okay," before Chrollo took him in another kiss, then another, and another.

"Chrollo," Kurapika breathed between kisses.

"Hmm?" Kurapika could feel the vibration of Chrollo's hum on his lips. He gave them another quick peck before moving to kiss Kurapika's cheeks, forehead, and hair, letting him talk.

"I️ ahh—" Kurapika took a second to compose his thought as Chrollo's face nuzzled into his neck, his hair tickling his skin. "I think I'm ready to join the Troupe."

Chrollo lips stopped for a moment as he untangled his hands from underneath Kurapika. He moved his hands up to frame Kurapika's face, looking him straight in the eyes. As he studied Kurapika's eyes, he saw nothing but earnest determination in them.

Chrollo pressed his lips once more to Kurapika's forehead. "I'm thrilled by your decision," he murmured into Kurapika's flushed skin. "Then you'll join our preparations in the morning, and come out with us tomorrow night. We'll be taking the items to be sold at the mafia auction." Kurapika watched as Chrollo lips grew into a smile of satisfaction. He was so gorgeous when he smiled, Kurapika couldn't even believe it.

The look on Chrollo's face made Kurapika's heart swell. He wanted to show his dedication, to please Chrollo. "Sure thing, boss," he said, as he couldn't help but smile back, blushing.

Chrollo's eyes closed for a moment, and his laughter rang like bells in Kurapika's ears. When he opened them again, he looked Kurapika directly in the eye. "I look forward to working with you."

"Likewise." Kurapika caressed his toned arm muscles, before remembering there was one other thing he wanted to ask. "You are so strong," he mused. "I don't understand it. Could you teach me your techniques sometime? I want to be able to fight like that."

With a hum Chrollo replied, "Absolutely," and Kurapika smiled softly, eyes now growing heavy with tiredness.

The kisses slowly tapered off, as the two grew more lethargic, drifting off. For the first time, they spent the whole night in each other's arms, tangled up in Chrollo's bed.