A/N: Hello dear readers. I have finally returned to deliver the next installment in the RoF storyline. Once again updates are rolling in slow due to persistent health issues and stresses at work. But nonetheless, I haven't given up on this! :
Chapter Sixteen may take a little longer to be released due to a con I am going to this weekend and not sure how much time I may have for writing, but it should not come out too much longer past this update.
Beta credit goes to the wonderful Sweets Dreamer who has been so kind in looking over this chapter. :D
Summary: After learning of the next location where a pair of Scarlet Eyes is said to reside, Chrollo and Kurapika leave Bathas to prepare for their next heist.
The next morning, Kurapika had found himself before his suitcase and checking its contents in order to be sure everything was in place and secure. Though his demeanor was practically expressionless, something inside him had begun to stir. It was a little more prevalent than anything else he had experienced recently, and that was triumph. Even if his outward features betrayed what he was feeling within, nothing changed the fact that for once in his life, he felt as if he was actually getting somewhere.
Rising up from the kneeling position he had been in, Kurapika let the lid of the suitcase fall closed, hiding the contents from view, two of which were canisters containing a duel set of Scarlet Eyes. So far, they were his own acquisitions, but for him, it was a start.
Never in the past and up to this point had he believed he would have been successful in finally seeing his goals completed. For so long, it had felt more of a pipe dream then anything.
But now, he was making headway, getting closer to seeing his kin receiving the last bits of peace he knew they so deserved and being permanently laid to rest. In the back of his mind, Kurapika knew that his clan had stopped suffering - their affirmation of that came in with clarity the moment he encountered his mother through that lurid vision. But it did not sway him from his attempts to at least see them receive the proper burial he knew would at least give him the closure he so desperately needed.
Satisfied with his task, Kurapika had wandered into the small kitchenette their hotel room conveniently had. He decided that a dose of caffeine was needed for him to at least be prepared to handle the day and prepped the coffee maker. The ambience in the air was rather peaceful, even if for the moment it was just him alone within the common room. Chrollo had gone into the bathroom earlier to take a shower - which Kurapika had noticed the older man had been taking a long time in doing, and he utilized the stillness to relax and think before they would need to make preparations to leave Bathas. Neither of them wanted to risk being found and Chrollo had decided the sooner they exited the small city, the better.
It was something Kurapika had never considered, or would have if this had been his past self talking, and the thought of being on the run or risking the potential of becoming a criminal ran heavily in his mind. He knew the dangers and of the challenges he may face with attempting to take on such a precarious and monumental task, which could easily lead him into situations he may later find were less than savory. Of course, the very thought left him feeling slightly repulsed at the idea that he could just as well be heading down the same path which Chrollo had chosen long ago.
Then again, had he not he already committed to acts which could have been considered heinous or unethical?
Kurapika had prepared to do whatever it took to get the eyes, even if it meant delving into the much darker reaches of immorality. For him, it was all that mattered, regardless that his own integrity may be compromised as a result.
Everything he did, it would become another strike against him later, which left him wondering just how far into sin he was willing to descend.
Kurapika returned his attention back towards the coffee maker. The brew had finished and he reached for a cup to dispense himself some of the dark liquid, taking a sip from its piping hot contents after adding some cream.
"I hope you saved some for me as well."
He looked over the rim of his cup at the source of the cheery voice to notice Chrollo standing before him, penetrating gray eyes fixated and weighing as they watched him inquisitively. Water still dripped from his short crop, the tresses splayed and out of place upon his head. Kurapika stood there seemingly forgetting to breathe as he allowed his gaze to rove over the expanse of Chrollo's toned frame, the tank top the man wore left almost nothing to the imagination. Every sinew, cord and what muscle he had was glaringly obvious from beneath the fabric as he moved, causing Kurapika's mind to practically seize from just Chrollo's raw power alone.
Dammit he was extremely gorgeous.
In a literal sense, Kurapika nearly choked on his coffee, "Of course I saved you some. I am not that inconsiderate you know? There is plenty left." He exhaled and tried to focus again on the porcelain mug balanced betwixt his fingers "Also, will you put some clothes on?" Once again, Kurapika felt the heat slowly crawling up along his flesh, and blooming around his ears that was surely visible to the other man's sight.
Much to Kurapika's dismay, that damnable smile which he knew Chrollo all too well for had instantly crept over those firm lips - the very same ones he found himself growing addicted to and enjoyed more than he should left him feeling embarrassed. He huffed as a result.
Turning away, Kurapika diverted his attention to anything but Chrollo's amused smile, snatching up a second mug which sat beside the sink and filled it, then handed it to his companion without looking at him. "Well, here then."
Chuckling, Chrollo pulled the shirt he had been intending to wear over his head, and then took the proffered item without question, wasting no time in taking a draw off its contents. "Thank you." He said smoothly and lowered the mug, expression becoming more soft than Kurapika had ever remembered it, though his eyes lingered on the younger man. There were just too many times where Chrollo thought he couldn't help but admire Kurapika. Not only was he adept and skilled, but he was beautiful and enticing. It only stood to reason that this man, this angel would be Chrollo's own weakness. His vice.
The older man sat the mug down upon the counter which he stood beside and this time his attention turned more serious, "I hope you are prepared since we are leaving today." He added smoothly and Kurapika instantly leveled his gaze upon him. "Also, I have a lead on the next pair of eyes."
Their next lead. Kurapika took the time to parse exactly what Chrollo had just spoken. He didn't doubt the older man's resources. Quite to the contrary, he was confident in Chrollo´s skills. Nothing about his resources perturbed Kurapika despite he was certain some of those outlets were more than likely of a nefarious nature and not every avenue used to ascertain their goal would be done with honesty. It furthered the reason for Kurapika´s introspection on just how far into sin was he willing to descend.
It troubled Kurapika with how willful he was becoming, and with how easily he was succumbing to it. Everything about Chrollo left him wanting more. Craving. It was like a drug, an addiction, and the allure was great. Far too great for him to even find the will in stopping.
Taking another sip of the liquid within his mug, Kurapika eyed Chrollo thoughtfully, "So, where are we headed then?" He questioned, eager to hear the details.
"A small seaside village on the Mimbo continent. From what I found out from Shalnark, the people there rely on the sea for their livelihood as well as their survival. Also, they worship a God that has been said to bestow them with bountiful harvests. Apparently, there is also small shrine within the village that they use for worship where he stated there is an item the villagers use as a medium." Just hearing the details make Kurapika breathe, the exhale slow and sharp. "I am sure you can guess what that item is." He knows Kurapika is astute and recognition sinks in.
"The Scarlet Eyes."
"Yes. From what research I was able to do on the information provided, the village is called Sorbia, where the people were born by the sea to live for the sea. They market in seafood trade and ocean based trinkets to support their economy. To ensure they glean harvests abundant enough to sustain their people as well as their trade, they worship their sea God to earn his favor. From my understanding, they believe the Scarlet Eyes is a gateway to communicating with this God."
For long moments Kurapika remained still, the cup he held now remaining untouched. Something in the reality of Chrollo's statement brought him into a momentary stupor, and it was in that moment which had instigated dormant memories the younger man had long since, tried to keep buried and forget. The resurgence only caused Kurapika's pent up anger to swell once more, its very idealism only reminded him of his curse, and his regret. One of the reasons that drove the blond as it had was because all his life, and for the end result of his now deceased clan was how they were always treated because of their eyes.
What was a mere phenomenon, a simple genetic anomaly, he and his clan had to conceal in fear of social ostracization. They had been once as labeled freaks, demons. Hated and shunned for something they had never wanted. Now, to see the very same thing which had been deemed as evil was now being used to convey as prayer to a God which Kurapika found beyond ironic. Beneath the surface it made him feel dumbstruck, but it also sparked his ire.
How this could have happened, Kurapika did not know. It most certainly however, did not aid in suppressing his disgust.
Aside that glaring fact, one thing he knew for certain was that ascertaining all the eyes would be no easy task. In reality, he figured it would have been nearly, if not, completely impossible. But the drive to fully recover all his clan's missing eyes, as derelict as may make him, was strong. He had to lay them to rest. He had to. It was the least he owed them, even if they had reassured him that such wasn't necessary.
If that meant he would have to commit to acts that were deemed wrong, unethical or impertinent, then so be it. Lawful be damned.
Oh how he hated himself for thinking that way. For thinking just like Chrollo.
Chrollo. The same man who threw his life into ruination was now helping him recover the one thing Kurapika had sought for so long in finally ending all his pain, all his suffering. He was also the very same man that Kurapika was now finding himself growing closer, and more attracted to.
Or who he was slowly falling in love with.
Yes, he would finally seek happiness once this was all over. Even if that happiness was inevitably with Chrollo.
Kurapika swallowed thickly, "Thinking about my brethren's eyes being used in such a mannerism not only unnerves me," he paused, the coffee growing cold in his still untouched mug, "but for them to be used in rituals…" How could anyone violate the body parts of the deceased Kurapika knew he would never understand or be able to rationalize. All he knew was he had to recover them. "As much as I sympathize with the people of Sorbia and their spirituality, I just…"
His words died off in his throat as strong, yet gentle fingers came to rest beneath his chin and brought him to focus on Chrollo´s concerned face. They stared at each other in sheer silence before the older man lowered to brush his lips across Kurapika´s own, "Don't worry, we will recover them." He whispered reassuringly against them.
Maybe it was the look in those pretty eyes that spoke of Kurapika's faith in him.
He simply nodded, trusting that Chrollo had a plan, and he knew what he was doing. "Alright." He said quietly, the fingers of his right hand carding through silky raven tresses, a soft tinkling echoing from the chains that had unconsciously materialized on his hand. "I believe that we will see this through."
Grinning, Chrollo closed the gap between them, fully capturing the younger man's lips, drawing him into a passionate, yet, loving kiss. "I wouldn't be a thief if I didn't." Yes, he most definitely would see that Kurapika achieves his goals. He had to if he was to prove his worth and win the blond's heart. For Chrollo had begun to realize that he was starting to love. A love that was profound and for the last living Kurta.
Kurapika easily melded into the kiss, folding within the embrace that had soon enveloped him and his mind blanked as the warmth of Chrollo´s body soothed him. His own arms snaked around the older man's neck, meshing them together and Kurapika breathed heavily against the lock, a throaty groan ensuing once the older man nipped at his lip. "I had almost forgotten," Chrollo spoke, the tonality of his voice growing deeper, more sultry, "that I had never asked you about a good morning kiss."
What was Chrollo doing to him? Why was he giving in so?
"Because you are falling. Because you realize."
"You know what is truth. Where you belong."
"It was our wish. Be happy. Live."
Live. The word echoed through his mind like the clarion of a bell. It was the very same proclamation his mother had delivered to him the night she came to him and the same that his clan was now continuing to remind him of.
He would live. He would honor their memory.
They lingered like that, captivated in the moment, Chrollo kissing him slowly, exhibiting his decisiveness as he slipped his tongue between the blond's parted lips to taste him and Kurapika welcoming the older man's touch. Their appendages began to tangle as Kurapika leaned into those firm hands while they stroked up along his back.
He would not sully their memory, nor would he rebuke their will.
Severing their kiss, Chrollo bit down gently on Kurapika´s bottom lip, tugging on it before drawing his tongue along its surface and pulling away. "We should get going. The Mimbo continent is only accessible by airship, which will take us six hours to reach." Sliding his arms reluctantly away the blond, he reached for his abandoned mug and instantly drained the remainder of its contents. "Also the sooner we get out of Bathas, the better."
Kurapika looked stunned, his body nearly paralyzed as he slowly returned to reality, the remembrance of their kiss still heavily within his mind. "Right. Of course." He uttered slowly, that rosy hue only deepening along his skin. "I am ready to go. We can leave at any time." He was truly embarrassed, but by the same token, he had enjoyed every moment of it. Just like he enjoyed every other kiss they shared prior to this.
"Well then," Chrollo swept a thumb along the younger man's cheek, the pad caressing over the area where the flush was most prominent, "if that is the case, then I see no further reason to delay." Sliding his fingers up, he brushed a few errant stands from Kurapika's eyes. Those blues were as magnificent as ever. He smiled and backed away. No. If he lingered any longer, he may not be able to hold himself back from ravaging the Kurta. Or at least, from going as far as Kurapika would allow.
Dispensing of the porcelain cup he used, he went to fetch his luggage, wanting to finally get moving. Kurapika watched his every move. "Shall we?"
Realizing that he had been staring - dammit he was so fixated - Kurapika snapped from his riveted state to retrieve his own belongings. He knew at some point he was going to have to contemplate the more recent sway in his emotions. There was still much he didn't quite understand. At this point, he was more than ready to find out.
The time had come for him to learn exactly how far Chrollo´s own morality went.
Taking hold of his suitcase, Kurapika wordlessly returned to his companion's side. "Yes. Let's go." In silent affirmation, he decided he would find the conclusion on just exactly what Chrollo meant to him and how worthy the man was to hold his heart. He needed to find out if Chrollo honestly felt remorse and for him to learn to forgive.
Kurapika shielded his eyes from the offending sun, the position of its early morning presence was enough for it to bear down on his eyes, and its blinding light had caused him to hiss in discontent.
They were standing on the platform of the airport, Kurapika surveying the milling crowd as they funneled in and out of the small building. "I assume you are buying our tickets?" He questioned as he kept his attention diverted from the older man, focus remaining heavy on anything aside the one who stood beside him. For some reason, as Kurapika surmised, he was unable to look at Chrollo without feeling himself becoming more enthralled, and each time it was as if he felt the temperature of his own body rise. The mere thought alone invoked a splash of rouge to accent the skin around his neck.
Chrollo espied Kurapika only briefly from his peripheral vision, though a faint smile crept over his lips as he caught a momentary glimpse of the heat that had suddenly began rising over the collar of the blond's shirt. So just being around him seemed to now affect Kurapika in such an intense way? Interesting. "That was the idea. Unless you have any objections?"
Kurapika snorted, but did not retaliate with stating how there was no way he should be the one expected to cover their travel expenses when Chrollo had long since offered to be the one to use what he called were his limitless sources for funding. Which were no doubt, more than likely gleaned from illegal methods. It was something that left an underlying vein of discontent within the younger man. But considering their circumstances and the fact that his own finances had been sorely depleted since he took an absence from his job with Nostrade, it mired him with that glaringly obvious fact.
Beggars really couldn't be choosers.
"None all considering. Last I remember you had agreed to use your abundant resources in order to see all expenses covered while we are on this little mission of ours. As much as I don't condone your methods of attaining Jenny, it doesn't appear I have any choice." Kurapika crossed his arms over his chest, this time, actually facing the older man. "Besides, I also remember you wanted us both to leave this town quickly, which is another reason I see no further need to debate this." The curt tone to accentuate Kurapika's voice caused Chrollo to tilt his head inquisitively. Of course he knew the blond was temperate, but to see him this stringent and vehement wasn't something he was quite used to.
The look in Kurapika's stern blue eyes spoke of someone who danced with deadly precision, but also with grace. Not that the boy wasn't known for either of these, but the level of acuity being shown only spoke otherwise, and Chrollo was aware that the blond was definitely someone he believed would not be hesitant to kill. It was something he regarded as laudable and Kurapika definitely had potential. Not only that, he held raw, undeveloped power. In retrospect, if harnessed correctly, the Kurta could indeed be someone highly formidable. Chrollo still thought Kurapika would make an amazing Spider.
Again, he could only be pleased with himself at the other's astute nature. Kurapika was too informative, and slipping anything past him would only end up being for naught. "Yes. I did agree to that, back when we were at that restaurant the night when I made you my offer. Which I haven't seen any reason to change even now." Chrollo kept his voice calm, level, the smoothness to his words only spoke of his ever composed control. But it wasn't to say he didn't enjoy it when Kurapika got flustered or temperamental. The younger man was fiery, which was something he found enthralling.
Even now, watching as Kurapika became perplexed just by the inherent nature of the situation alone was enough to make Chrollo amused. He refrained from commentary just on the basis of not instigating the younger man's ire any further and instead, turned his attention to the ticket counter, "Then it's settled. We should go get our tickets." Without waiting on Kurapika to answer, he stepped away, leaving the blond behind him, not intent on continuing their debacle any longer.
Watching his companion stride away from him casually, Kurapika couldn't help the simmering temper growing within. He wasn't quite done addressing Chrollo despite it had been by his volition alone in wanting to proceed forth with this little junket of theirs, while also wishing to expedite their embarkment. How Chrollo seemed to dismiss him so easily only made Kurapika more frustrated. Still, he swallowed down his pride, letting himself fume inwardly by the older man's behavior and proceeded after him. Later on, he would be sure to let Chrollo know exactly how his actions made him feel.
By the time he caught up to the raven-haired man, he was already chatting up a rather slender looking woman who appeared in her middle years with long brown hair. Kurapika eyed them critically as he approached, though the woman looked as if she had a light blooming flush already working its way up along the sides of her neck. A frown crept over his features for he knew without a shadow of a doubt, that Chrollo must have decided on invoking his charms once again to manipulate in order to get what he wanted. Still, it was something that never sat too well with the blond, and each time only annoyed him more.
What added insult to injury, was the way he looked at her with just his expression alone. Kurapika could feel himself grinding his teeth at the notion, but this time, decided to wait until they were far enough away from earshot of anyone before speaking up.
As the lady handed him two tickets, Chrollo turned to notice a rather disquieted blond Kurta standing beside him, though he only raised an eyebrow at Kurapika's demeanor. "What? Is anything wrong? You look rather troubled." He questioned the younger man. Kurapika looked thunderous, and remained quiet until they had cleared the closest throng of people in their immediate vicinity before turning his attention fully on Chrollo.
"I will never understand you. Why does it seem like you enjoy doing things that either you know alienate me or are oblivious to the fact that it does? Sometimes I just think you do the majority on purpose." Crossing his arms over his chest, Kurapika eyed the older man, practically daring him to speak. Like all the previous incidents, this was no less of an infraction and it miffed the younger man to no end. This time, however, Kurapika was more interested to see just how far Chrollo was willing to go.
Chrollo raised a hand in his own defense, "I swear I didn't do anything on the pretenses of upsetting you. I know what it may look like, but it most definitely isn't what you think." He smiled, hoping his affirmations would be enough to at least in part, plactate his young companion.
As much as he enjoyed toeing the line and testing his boundaries with Kurapika, the last thing he was about to do was anger Kurapika enough into making him seethe. Sure, he was cute when he pouted, but at the current, Kurapika was anything but.
For Kurapika, it was nearly impossible to completely embargo Chrollo from toying around, but by the same token, he absolutely hated the fact of how Chrollo looked, even smiled at others, especially women which only seemed to ferment him, and make him jealous. It was something else he didn't quite understand about his changing mindset and behavior, but nonetheless, it rattled him when the older man did it.
Perhaps he was becoming more attracted to Chrollo than he realized. Or perhaps, it was the fact that they seemed to be growing closer to one another. Or it very well may be that Kurapika was forming a mental connection with the man. Whatever the case may be, he still hated the way Chrollo completely dismissed how his superfluous acts ultimately affected him. Regardless if it was intentional or not.
"I know what I see and it just feels like you cannot help yourself no matter how much reassurance you offer or promises you give me. Damnit Chrollo is there really no limits to what you'll do?"
A broad hand came to rest firmly on the younger man's shoulder and Chrollo just softened his gaze, giving the area a gentle squeeze. "If I said I did, then I would be lying. I don't believe in restrictions or limitations as I have lived my entire life where boundaries were simply a formality. I know it sounds bad, but there isn't any reason to take what I do so seriously, Kurapika. You really worry too much." He squeezed the Kurta's shoulder once again but grinned this time, knowing damn well his precious blond was jealous of him. Or, of the attention he gave others. It was a suspicion Chrollo had for a while, but now he had every reason to believe it.
Watching it first hand only made him utterly satisfied.
Leaning down, he gave the bemused Kurapika a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek, and watched as the color rose along his porcelain hued skin. "Besides, you are the only one I want. Or, ever want." Turning his back, Chrollo´s eyes scanned the various gates which lead to boarding lanes for the different aircraft, and wondered just how far away the were from their own blimp. He looked partially over his shoulder, "We should go. Don't want to miss out flight." With that, he turned completely in the direction of the boarding area.
Chrollo had insisted on a private cabin, preferring that they had remained separate from the rest of the passengers under the pretenses of limiting being detected, but Kurapika knew better. They could have easily rode coach with the majority of the people on their flight, but the older man had simply smiled at him saying that they were better off apart from the masses as there was no telling who may potentially recognize them. Something about the entire scenario didn't sit very well with him.
Damnit if the bastard wasn't infuriating as is.
He had settled on one of the small seats located about the small cabin, his eyes fixed on the pages of the book resting on his lap. It had been a while since he was able to sit down in any semblance of peace to read; even if Chrollo was in the room stealing glances at him every so often, and actually focus on something other than his rather peculiar situation.
The tips of his fingers stroked over its worn pages, and the texture felt amazing as he ran them over the surface, the ancient scriptures almost feeling real as he did so.
Forgetting about reality around him, Kurapika became immersed within the stories that seemed so mythical to be real. This time he read about powerful magic that was the life source for this bygone era where people born with innate channeling abilities were able to draw from its spring. It was said that there were two flowing rivers, one for men to tap and one for women. Saidar and Saidin.
There was even documentation of an omnipresent force that was foretold to have planted corruption into the flow for men where those who drew from its well would eventually go mad. He even read about a group of women channelers that were tasked with combating the world's evil called Aes'Sedai.
There was so much information, and learning about a vast world full of creatures and people that were about as legendary as those told in myths was not only intriguing, but awe inspiring. Kurapika wanted to learn more.
There was so much within the texts that it was a slow process in absorbing, but the further he delved into its scriptures, the more immersed, and the more believable it became. As fabled as it seemed, there was too much that pointed more into the direction of this now extinct culture having once existed.
Then was also that mysterious silver item he happened to capture a glimpse of back when he and Chrollo infiltrated Lady Consta's viewing. It was all too clear, all too coincidental on how its likeness matched near perfectly to a description of a similar item he read about in the very same book he held. Something about it was just too remarkable to pass up, and for him, dismissing the probability of that society having once existed now seemed absurd.
Stifling a yawn, Kurapika set the book aside after having spent a few hours preoccupied with its pages - he would definitely need to do more research on this ancient civilization - and set the heavy tome aside, lifting off the chair to stretch and allow much needed blood to flow through his joints.
He let his eyes drift around the cabin and had realized that Chrollo, who was seated in the small lounge chair across the cabin had apparently drifted off to sleep. Shaking his head, Kurapika crept gradually across the expanse of the room to stand just before where the older man sat partially hunched with his cheek resting firmly within the palm of his hand. It would not have surprised the younger man if his odd companion was feigning slumber, but he couldn't resist the urge anyway to pick around and prove if his suspicions were correct.
When he suddenly felt something press against his hip and the gentle imprint of it through his clothing. Eyes snapped instantly to Chrollo's visage where he was met by two stormy grey eyes boring attentively into his own, and a toothy grin tugging at the older man's lips. Kurapika stopped abruptly in his movement. "What are you doing?" The blond started to question, but he was suddenly being pulled into Chrollo's lap, his other hand now coming to grip along Kurapika's other hip.
He stilled, body going completely erect as those hands began to stroke idly along his sides, the tips of those fingers played teasingly as they gently massaged the flesh underneath. Kurapika shivered as Chrollo's touches were making him practically forget his vexation and shock, eyes closing as he lulled into the lingering caress. His breathing started to slow, the rhythmic beating of his heart upping the pace as just being in Chrollo's very presence was enough to enervate him. Kurapika inhaled deeply, and the combination of wine and honey flooded into his senses causing him to sigh. Never had being so close to the older man been as delightful and he was readily finding himself growing more appetent.
Even when he allowed his eyes to open once more and they landed on Chrollo's greys that seemed so eager, ambitious, and hungry, it was then Kurapika was losing the will to hold back.
Finally he snaked his arms around the base of Chrollo's neck, elbows coming to rest upon his broad shoulders and Kurapika tilted his head, demeanor playful but also inquisitive. Chrollo couldn't help but smile as a result. Not only had Kurapika willingly relented to his whims, but was also appearing to be enjoying himself. Whatever maelstrom the younger man had prepared to unleash at him was now just a gentle rain shower.
"I just wanted you to sit with me. Besides, I was getting kind of lonely while you had your nose buried within that book. Which I am still glad you are enjoying, nonetheless." Further up those digits trekked, their leisurely pace only adding to Kurapika's slight disconcertion, yet, his own body leaned needily into those touches. Lips parted and he breathed heavily, the sound of a airy moan echoed from the depths of his throat, which only furthered to incite Chrollo's ministrations. Though he paused once those hands reached the base of Kurapika's neck, the index of his right hand trailing up and along the Kurta's exposed throat teasingly. "But it seems as if that doesn't matter now, does it? Not when you're like this."
Kurapika swallowed hard, every part of him practically screaming for Chrollo's attention, the finger that was trailing seductively along the length of his neck had finally come to rest upon his cheek, and the palm of the man's other hand had soon cupped the unoccupied one. Lowering his head, Kurapika opened his eyes, though lips were slightly parted as he was breathing raggedly, his gaze, which was filled with yearning, landed once again on the man before him, and he slid his own arms more around Chrollo's shoulders, lacing his fingers behind the other's neck.
They sat in silence, staring at each other, practically drinking one another in and Kurapika finally released a breath he had been holding, his body inching a little closer to Chrollo's. "Don't go and get too cocky," Kurapika whispered, lips now close to the older man's ear, "because, you may just be surprised on what happens if you do." before pulling the shell of it between his teeth, tugging on it playfully then backed away, a grin now playing across his pale features.
It took moments before Chrollo was able to regain his senses, for he never expected the blond to continue being so straightforward, the actions being done were in earnest and it only made him that much more satisfied with his proficiency. Indeed, Kurapika was coming along, as each day the younger man was growing more comfortable and secure around him, which lead Chrollo to believe that Kurta was probably becoming more trusting of him. Good. This was just another step towards ascertaining his goal, and finally collecting the one thing he had been after for so long.
Granted, he was a thief and took whatever it was he wanted or desired. But this; Kurapika was like a fine wine, the perfect treasure or a delicacy that was to be savored and cherished. Reaching his goal would definitely take time and could not be rushed. Patience. It was something Chrollo had always been adept at and even now, he was able to wait for however long it took if it meant reaping the rewards at the end. Once he was able to prove his value and worth to Kurapika, show him that he could give him so much more, give Kurapika his love, and his vitality, only then would he truly say he stole the greatest thing of all time.
But Chrollo realized his own shock when Kurapika had abruptly taken the initiative to place those soft lips against his own, the feel of them was amazing. Warm. He wasted no time accepting the kiss, taking the time to memorize the contours of those supple, plush mounds, savoring Kurapika´s softness while enjoying the boy's unique flavor. There was still that taste of sweetness - despite Kurapika´s reversion to desserts with a hint of coffee, and Chrollo drank in on every bit of it.
A mixture of sandalwood with traces of lavender and forest still lingered in the younger man's scene, just like the smells of the forests of Lusko when he was there last. Kurapika was in every way a Kurta, and Chrollo was lucky to be courting the very last one, for he knew it was by his own hand alone that caused Kurapika to be their sole survivor and it was also because of him that Kurapika had suffered. But underneath it all, it was also those very reasons he was finding himself starting to love Kurapika, and by the same token, now also desiring to erase all of the younger man's pain.
For now, Chrollo settled for winding his arms around Kurapika´s slender waist, mind focusing on the moment and the kiss they were sharing. Yes, he would show the blond just how important he was to him. That Kurapika meant the world to him and that by his belief; which Chrollo also hoped was a sentiment Kurapika shared, they were meant to be together.
Letting his tongue slip past, Chrollo dragged it along Kurapika´s lower lip, lapping at it gently before nipping at the tender flesh. Instantly, the younger man granted admittance to that pervading appendage as Chrollo swept it into his warm mouth, seeking Kurapika's own and twining with it, successfully deepening the kiss.
Such an act was rewarded by Kurapika groaning adamantly against the lock, the vibrations which echoed from within his chest sent chills racing along his spine, causing him to tremble. Chrollo´s arms tightened around him in response and Kurapika felt himself being pulled snugly against the older man's firm chest. The contact alone was enough to make him exhale sharply, and every contour, every muscle that framed Chrollo´s body Kurapika was able to feel through the clothes that were between them.
Once again, Kurapika was lost within himself, within the moment and the world around him only appeared to dim, every part of himself hypersensitive to the pleasure which Chrollo was bestowing upon him.
And he couldn't get enough. It was like honey, an addiction, one that only drew him in like a moth to a flame, and as undeniable as the notion was, Kurapika knew at this point there was no point in resisting, or in going back. Despite that he still adamantly refused to admit how he felt, there was no hiding it, no concealing of the fact that Chrollo was reeling him in, luring him closer and closer into that tantalizing web and Kurapika was becoming willful in letting it happen. As flagrant as it seemed, as irrational as it may be, one thing remained certain, and that was the verity of Chrollo's behavior. The older man wasn't exactly the same as Kurapika remembered him during their encounter in Yorknew. This version, how the feared leader of the group of murderous bandits was acting around him appeared sincere, genuine.
It only stood to reason with every admission his mother had made in her analysis of his companion's current mindset. Everything she had predicted, her visions, her averment, none of it was in any part, wrong and each time, it challenged Kurapika's brooding suspicions. His reluctance was slowly ebbing away and regardless of how he originally felt about the older man, it was becoming safe to assume that how he was feeling now, the Kurta wasn't entirely objectionable towards.
But Kurapika cast his introspection aside; he knew it was something that needed to be wagered on as the younger man needed certainty regarding his feelings. There was so much bad history between them, and memories that Kurapika so desperately wanted to forget. Yet, even if history couldn't be rewritten, couldn't the future? Things change, people change, and one epiphany Kurapika had was the simple notion that no one always stayed the same. There was always room and ability to forgive.
He would learn. Only, that one undeniable fact still remained - did Chrollo really feel regret or hold grief for what he had done?
In so many ways, Kurapika hoped he did.
All he could do now, wanted to do now was focus on those attentive, possessive lips against his own and just how Chrollo held him firmly, but protectively in those powerful arms. The older man always made him feel safe when in his embrace and it was another thing that Kurapika was finding himself liking more and more.
Chrollo had noticed the consternation bleed across Kurapika´s features and he instantly broke from their kiss, one hand coming to stroke comfortingly through his golden locks. "Anything wrong?" He questioned, tone soft and gentle. "You blanked out for a moment there. Almost thought that perhaps I was being too rough."
Kurapika stilled, eyes locked with the older man's. "No. I am fine." He lied, attempting to smile sweetly at his companion. "I just… Got lightheaded for some reason is all." Kurapika didn't want to let on to what he had been thinking, afraid of how Chrollo would react or how it may make him feel. Would the raven-head think any differently if he knew?
The Spider head wasn't entirely convinced. There was something to Kurapika´s admission that told him the boy wasn't being quite honest, but with as distressed as his precious blond looked, Chrollo decided not to press the issue.
"Alright." His fingers continued to card through those silky tresses hoping to at least soothe and abate the young hunter's worries. There was something behind his bright cerulean eyes that spoke of worry, of contention. Chrollo could see the anguish suffused deep within and it struck him, sending a pang to his chest. Seeing Kurapika that way, watching as his beautiful features were marred by the malaise which plagued him only made Chrollo regret that much more.
"We should he arriving in Sorbia in just a few hours. Perhaps you should rest."
Nodding, Kurapika started to slip from Chrollo´s lap, but abruptly stopped, his body stilling. The older man frowned but noticed the look of indecisiveness that crawled over Kurapika´s visage and Chrollo knew. "You can stay with me if it would make you feel better?"
He swallowed thickly but nodded again in acknowledgement and repositioned himself against Chrollo´s side, his nose coming to bury itself in the junction of the older man's neck and shoulder. Slowly Kurapika´s breathing evened out and Chrollo let one of his arms slip around the sweet blond's waist, tugging that slender frame snugly against him, instantly feeling Kurapika´s warmth. Tracing idle, but light patterns along his side, Chrollo continued to comfort Kurapika as much as possible, trying to ease his afflictions. Little by little the Kurta tapered, his body relaxing as he drifted off. Chrollo smiled as he held Kurapika, placing soft kisses to the boy's crown.
Such a perfect angel. Kurapika was just as beautiful and radiant when he slept.
When he was certain the other had indeed, fallen to slumber, Chrollo whispered, "I don't believe you know it yet, but I think I am falling in love with you." Such a confession even astounded him and for once in his life, Chrollo had felt a semblance of empathy and compassion, the idealism that he cared for someone other than himself or his spiders was something entirely new. How he was able to accept someone so, precious, so tender, so wonderful, Chrollo didn't feel deserving. Not after all he had done and what he put Kurapika through.
How Kurapika was able to stand being around a monster like him, the Spider head did not know, but he intended to make it up to the to younger man somehow. Even if it took him a lifetime, he would see to it that Kurapika no longer had to carry the burdens of his past. He deserved better, and so much more.
Chrollo avowed for what he knew he must do. Which he feared that ultimately if he didn't, Kurapika would never be his.
Kissing the top of that blond head one more time, he spent the rest of their trip in silent contemplation as he listed to Kurapika breathe.
Once they landed and managed to gather up their luggage, Kurapika had taken the momentary lapse in movement to stretch, his muscles were stiff from their extensive trip. As they exited the loading dock and onto the platform, a chilly wind washed over him and he shivered a little. The Mimbo continent was definitely much cooler than Yorknew or even Patalor.
"Not used to the weather I see." A voice called from behind and Kurapika turned to see Chrollo approaching him, both their suitcases in tow. When he was close enough, Kurapika took his gratefully.
"Yeah. This is definitively nothing like I am used to. Even the winters in Yorknew are never this cold." Kurapika wound his arms around himself in a pathetic attempt to stave off the chill. "Even the forests of Lusko were always warm. Would be another reason I've always been adverse to cooler climates." Kurapika was sure he would never get used to the weather in Sorbia, much less the Mimbo continent.
Surprise crawled over his face when felt something thick lined with fur being draped over his shoulders. Kurapika knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.
"You're obviously freezing and the shirt and pants you are wearing are definitely not optimal for this type of weather. So I am loaning you my coat for now." Stepping back, he took hold of the handle to his luggage. "We should get going." Chrollo added dismissively, not wanting to give the chance for Kurapika to protest at his show of kindness.
A frown crossed along Kurapika's lips, watching as Chrollo wasted no time in cutting him off once again. Silently, he was grateful for the older man's coat - he really was cold - as one thing that he hadn't prepared for when he originally began this journey with Chrollo was visiting places where the temperature was much colder. Thus, he now reaped the consequences for being improvident.
Still, Chrollo had done something that was well out of character and it caught Kurapika totally unawares. That frown only deepened, but he proceeded to slip his arms through the sleeves of the leather jacket and wind it tightly around himself. He sighed. It was warm, and soft. Kurapika wondered how the older man was able to keep it so meticulous and immaculate, but there was a bit of comfort in wearing it. His face brushed against the fur which lined the collar, and its feathery feel caused Kurapika to close his eyes, nose wrinkling from Chrollo's scent which lingered amid the fabric. Musk, spice with traces of cologne permeated the coat and Kurapika couldn't help but breathe it in thoroughly. Reveling in the aroma for moments longer, and sensing himself relaxing once again, his shoulders dipped and Kurapika had become contented, wondering just how the older man was able to make him feel so complacent.
Gathering himself, he tugged at the jacket one more time and raced to catch up to his companion, coming astride the other. "Thank you." He said intelligibly, eyes focused forward. As usual, Kurapika hid his emotions, the mask once again, unreadable on his features.
Raising an eyebrow, Chrollo glanced over at him, but only regarded him inquisitively. "Don't mention it." Why was Kurapika so intent on hiding his feelings? "It isn't far from here to the closest inn. The village doesn't have many, but the one I had looked into prior will suffice for our needs for the duration of our stay."
Kurapika turned towards him, facing Chrollo completely and crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't tell me you plan to steal another car?"
Chrollo had to admit, Kurapika still looked rather cute when he was angry or flustered. Tilting his head, he pursed his lips, but they soon contorted into a smile, "Whatever gave you that idea? You wound me, Kurapika. Do you not trust my judgement?" He paused, watching the blond for his reaction, especially with the critical look that had long since accented his visage. What resulted came exactly as Chrollo had expected.
The smoldering look in the Kurta's eyes and the clear twist to his mouth was enough to provide his disgust and the fact that there was no way Kurapika would have let the idea pass without a fight. So far, the younger man had been tolerant of Chrollo's criminal behavior, but the persistence he had in it was slowly whittling away at Kurapika´s nerves. It was bad enough that he had allowed himself to get mingled up in illegal activities to procure the eyes, but everything in between?
"You are not stealing another car, I won't allow it." Those blues seemed to darken and Chrollo could have sworn they briefly flashed scarlet. "We can find another way there."
One hand came up before him, "I knew that would be your answer. Relax. I really didn't intend to steal a car. Not this time, anyway at least. I figured we could just walk there."
Kurapika sniffed, not wholly convinced. "No. No more stealing. Either you get it legitimately or don't get it at all."
Classic reaction. It was something to be expected, which came as no surprise to Chrollo, but for him, appeasing the blond in any way possible, even in the most minute form was better than flaring his temper. Kurapika surely wasn't one to let go of things easily. "Alright. You have nothing to worry about from me in that regard, then." Chrollo's grin remained over his features despite his concession. Perhaps he wasn't being fully honest or yielding when it came to Kurapika's demands; he was still a thief at heart and there would be no changing that, Chrollo was aware of this. But he considered that perhaps, he could be swayed in altering some of his habits, even if it would be enough to ease Kurapika's unrelenting principals.
Then again, a rather casuistic thought crossed his mind and his smile only broadened. One day, Chrollo thought, he would have to convert Kurapika's psyche and reshape the way he thinks. Maybe he can convince the blond that the type of lifestyle he leads isn't really as bad as it seems and to just live a little.
"For some reason, I find that a bit hard to believe. Nevertheless, I will take you at your word." Kurapika began, tone flat as he was suspicious. He wasn't entirely convinced, but settled on seeing how things panned out. They still had their primary focus, and that was retrieving the eyes which resided in Sorbia. There was much planning to be done and dwelling on frivolities would only successful waste their time and lead them nowhere. "In any regard, lead the way." Waving a hand dismissively, he pulled impatiently at the handle to his suitcase, not wishing to wait any longer. Damn he still hated being out in the chill air, even though the coat around him was warm and secure.
Never one to dawdle; Chrollo was only further amused. Well, no time like the present as they say.
"This way." And Chrollo started off in the direction towards where he knew the inn resided.
Their accommodations weren't exactly lavish and Kurapika was grateful that even though the room was modest, there was at least two beds present. He picked the one furthest from the door and after settling his suitcase against the wall closest to where he stood, proceeded to flop on top of the mattress. Every part of him felt the pull of exhaustion and he grumbled to himself about why he despised traveling. Kurapika was no stranger to roughing it, but the constant moving and relocating got tiresome from time to time.
It would be one of many instances where he would subjected to the weariness of traveling. Such came with the territory and was the nature of his mission. Deep down it was worth all the pain to ensure he retrieved all of his clan's missing eyes. Some mild discomfort was well worth the cost.
Lifting his head, the blond let his eyes train on the sound of where his companion had come to reside. Chrollo had been settling his own luggage on the other bed, but those infinite grey eyes honed in on Kurapika and never wavered as the he moved about.
"What?" Kurapika questioned, his cheeks heating slightly from the way Chrollo was watching him; something about his gaze had an ambiguous meaning to it. "You're staring."
Chrollo smiled. Why was he always smiling? Kurapika grunted, not completely understanding the older man and constantly bewildered by his unusual behavior. "Oh nothing in particular. Just thinking of how attractive you look laying there while wearing my coat."
The heat rose further along his skin, blooming up to just beneath his ears, and he felt himself grow slightly embarrassed. He forgot he was still wearing the older man's coat, the damnable thing was so comfortable and he looked down to see it flourished around him. The clothes he wore somehow where pulled tight over him and suddenly, Kurapika felt exposed. Swiftly, the blond tugged the ebony thing around him, instantly concealing his lithe figure from Chrollo's prying eyes. The ensuing snicker only added to his dismay.
"Pervert."
Turning his head, Kurapika focused elsewhere, not wanting to look at the twisted, hungry, and enticing stare that had washed over Chrollo's features. "Look anywhere. Don't look at him. Don't focus on how it's making you feel, or how gorgeous those eyes are beneath the dim light of the room." But he couldn't help himself, and as much as Kurapika hated it, at the behest of his own traitorous body, he turned back only to realize Chrollo was standing over him. Despite the predatory look in the older man's eyes, there was also an underlying vein of restraint, even adoration within them.
Kurapika didn't move, even when Chrollo lowered his hand to stroke his fingers along the pale skin of his cheek, the touch gentle, tender. He didn't even move when Chrollo settled on the side of the bed, the closeness of their bodies only making Kurapika quiver. All he could do, wanted to do was lean into the touches, the softness of that palm despite the mild calluses that lined Chrollo's skin, easily mollified him. Much to his wonderment, Kurapika found himself not wishing to pull away from the older man.
Even when he grabbed Chrollo's wrist as those fingers had began to trail down along the side of his neck and shoulders, aiming to stroke down over his chest, Kurapika remained firm where he was. Their eyes locked and for a few tense moments, both just staring at one another, neither making a move, while the sound of their combined breathing echoed into the stillness of the room. Kurapika's own lips parted as he searched those alluring greys, his instincts awakening and the pull of carnal desire becoming stronger, compelling. Every part of him grew rigid, heat slowly welling through him, and racing down to the very nucleus of his being.
Part of him screamed this was wrong, that he was getting too close, that he was transgressing into acts that he should not be allowed to indulge in, and every sensation was poison, toxic. While the other part of him craved and languished over the other, desiring those touches, wanting to feel Chrollo against him, feel those hands along his body, caressing his skin. Again, he trembled, caught in the rift of his emotions, almost like he was suffocating and having Chrollo so close only made him feel as if he was drowning. The older man's gaze was so hungry it could have devoured Kurapika whole and all he could do was fall beneath its intensive persuasion.
Convictions be damned and in the heat of the moment, Kurapika made his decision. Hands gently curled within Chrollo's navy blue, silken button up shirt and without warning, pulled the older man to him, a barely audible growl rumbling in the blond's throat.
"Impatient, are we?" Chrollo exclaimed as he was forced down upon that succulent frame, their physiques contacting and he couldn't help but groan in satisfaction. The blond was full of surprises and he couldn't help but feel elated. Kurapika was surely assertive, taking every initiative thus far since they had been traveling together to formulate contact between them and Chrollo wondered if this was a sign that Kurapika was starting to come around?
Now, the very same blond was chasing after his lips, vigorously persistent in capturing them, those hands strenuously holding Chrollo against him while the look in those eyes shifted from ambiguity to decisive. He was really liking this gradual change in Kurapika's behavior. The once equitable and noble Kurta was changing, becoming more malleable, more venal and for Chrollo, for the leader of the Genei Ryodan, it was the greatest thing he could have ever hoped for. Not only would this type of transition benefit his Spiders, practically guaranteeing that the vengeful boy would no longer wish to seek them out, but would also give that essential push in convincing Kurapika to finally let go.
Chrollo was close. Oh so close in winning the boy's heart. The concept of them being together as a couple only made the raven-head that much more ecstatic. Kurapika was beautiful, adept, successful, perfect. And he couldn't help just how compelling that allure really was.
"Don't speak." Was the only thing to slip past those pertinent, rosy lips before Chrollo felt them encompass his own, drawing him instantly into a rough, demanding kiss. He was barely aware of how flush they were becoming against one another, their chests pressed together as he came to rest fixedly between Kurapika's legs. The animalistic nature rising within the younger man's aura fed into Chrollo's own intuition and he grinned against those lips, resolute in giving Kurapika exactly what he wanted.
This time, his own hands had found their way to the Kurta's sides, tips stroking aimlessly as they explored that muscled torso, feeling every cord and thew that composed Kurapika' body. Though as he did so, his hands had crept lower, finding the hem of the blond's shirt, slipping it up along with his movements. Chrollo broke the kiss long enough to divest Kurapika of the restrictive article, along with his coat. When the younger man's arms came up without hesitation or complaint, the raven-head smiled.
"There." Chrollo whispered, admiring the beautiful young man beneath him. One of his hands drew teasingly down over Kurapika´s bare chest, enjoying the feel of that tender skin beneath his fingertips, "However," he drawled, looking deep into those lovely blue eyes, "I prefer you wearing my coat while like this." Chrollo only smiled at the bewildered expression which took over his features, but Kurapika slid his arms back through the leather sleeves.
Wasting no time, Chrollo dove back in, this time capturing the other's lips and drawing the younger man into a passionate kiss. Growling, he shoved his tongue without care into Kurapika's warm mouth and sought out that moist appendage, curling possessively around it. Just the way Chrollo moved, the hunger, the appetite, and need, Kurapika became covenant to it, bound and unable to resist - not that he wanted to resist, easily falling to the allure, the seduction.
Every part of him followed suit, body twitching, desiring, wanting, arms now coming around to circle Chrollo's back. Kurapika tugged fervently at his shirt, wanting the same done, and no barriers left between them.
Chrollo could only feel utterly pleased, their fierce kiss becoming more potent, teeth nearly grazing and scraping the skin of each other's lips before he sighed, briefly pulling away. Hastily, Chrollo worked at discarding his own shirt, casting it aside without much thought or care, letting the article fall where it may and this time, focused his attention on Kurapika's delectable neck. Running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, he left tender kisses in his wake.
Each deliverance, the bloom of sultriness, how his skin prickled each time Chrollo contacted it, Kurapika couldn't hold back the throaty groan that exited his mouth.
Kurapika slid his arms up to coil around Chrollo's now bare back, hands coming to rest along those shoulder blades, fingertips pressing so firmly, they threatened to penetrate the skin. The act solely let Kurapika pull them flush against one another, his back arching to ensure closeness was maintained between them.
The sensation, the emotion, just how impassioned Kurapika started to feel, it made him dizzy, impelled, completely mesmerized.
It was as if Kurapika had become fully possessed, and yet, he tossed caution to the wind, not concerned with how entrenched he was becoming and that he only wanted this, needed this. Nothing else mattered. The world around them, its sounds, all the people residing within, his objectives, all of that he cast aside for this one moment, just this very moment in time where he could finally release and be free. All his ambitions, every intention, his drive, Kurapika succumbed to it, letting it take over him.
Yet, Chrollo played on each reaction, each reverberation, those lovely waves that seized control over Kurapika as he was entirely at his whims only made it that much more enticing. Chrollo's mouth worked meticulously, but gingerly along the pulse that raced just beneath, his tongue trailing over its rapid movement. The soft pants which echoed from the depths of Kurapika's throat was like music to his ears and once he reached the base where collar met shoulder, it was then Chrollo bit down eagerly, drawing hard on the tender area without mercy.
Another laden pant tore from Kurapika's parted lips, but soon turned into an animalistic groan, head instantly lulling as the younger man's back arced to crush against Chrollo in a feverish attempt to connect them, the movement almost wild, untamed.
He could barely breathe. Barely contain himself. Every nerve was alight with the electrified impulses that raged through him, and it was like molten fire, burning him nearly from within. Tighter he gripped to Chrollo's back, nails piercing that tanned skin, invoking small rivulets of blood towards the surface. The craving, the urge, it was almost too potent, and Kurapika found himself wanting more. So much more.
"Oh God." He uttered, voice strained, heart palpitating in his chest as he felt it painfully constrict. The sensation wavered through him in its entirety and he was certain his eyes had began to shift, the scarlet color blazing within. "Please…"
When Chrollo was certain his attention to that delicate area would surely leave a mark, one that would show his true intent, that Kurapika would belong to no other but him, only then did he release and pull away to begin anew. He shifted in his motions as he drug his tongue over the expanse of Kurapika's chest, listening closely to each sound the one beneath him made. Though Kurapika's pleas had not gone unnoticed, and Chrollo found it so hard to resist. Every part of him wanted to pin the Kurta to the bed and take him right there. To ravage that heavenly body and taste everything that was Kurapika. Everything that he would ever be.
But when he reached Kurapika's navel, Chrollo breathed in deeply of the scent the younger man emanated, delivering a few sweltering, loving kisses to the skin just above the hem of his pants before reluctantly, pulling away.
The absence of contact soon brought Kurapika from his trance like state, those bright, scarlet eyes landing on Chrollo, disappointment clouding their depths. "What is wrong? Why did you stop? You seem to keep doing this-"
A finger coming to lay against his lips cut him off and Kurapika instantly fell into reticence, though the hint of a pout marred his features. "Shh. I still don't think the time is quite right, Kurapika. I may be ready to cross that line, but are you? Is this what you really want, and not just out of lust?" The formality to Chrollo's voice caused Kurapika to be taken aback and a frown soon made its way over his lips.
It was hard, beyond difficult, and Chrollo struggled with himself not fall into his own sinful desires. Granted, he needed Kurapika as much as he needed food and water, but the last thing he wanted was for Kurapika to do something he may regret later on.
Chrollo would only be ready once he was certain it was something Kurapika truly wanted and without question.
He was at a loss for words, but Chrollo's statements rang clear and true. Kurapika wondered if indeed, he did only want the older man out of carnal desire as opposed to attachment or love.
Love.
Was it possible he was feeling something more for Chrollo? That there could be an emotional connection forming between them? Kurapika could only surmise, but without doubt, he had felt differently towards the older man, and that something… Was indeed, changing between them. All he could do however, was let it unfold.
A hand carded through his golden crop, the movement gentle and calming. "You should probably get some rest. We both have much to discuss tomorrow regarding our plan to retrieve the Scarlet Eyes in this area. It's best you regain some of your strength." With that, Chrollo pulled away completely and off the bed, leaving Kurapika alone, the feel of the older man's touches still fresh in his mind and on his skin.
"Perhaps you are right and in more ways than one." Kurapika responded simply and extricated himself from the bed long enough to pull down the blankets, slipping cozily between thereafter. Instantly, he burrowed into the softness of arctic fur, Chrollo´s coat wrapped snugly around him.
As his eyes started to slip closed, he felt something brush against him and he looked up long enough to see Chrollo standing over him once more as the other leaned down to plant a chaste kiss to his plush lips. He smiled once he noticed the blond had curled up within his coat. "Good night, Kurapika." Chrollo then turned back to his own bed in order to prepare for sleep himself.
"Good night." Was the last thing Kurapika said before allowing himself to slip into the world of dreams.
After Thoughts: Not as action packed as prior chapters, but considering the location and circumstance of the current pair of eyes they are going after, expect sixteen to be full of surprises and excitement. :) I definitely don't aim to disappoint.