A/N: Hello dear readers. I have come with yet another installment. Currently, I have manged to return to a semblance of releasing at normal intervals despite I am still dealing with a barrage of continuous health issues. But I really had a lot of fun writing this, especially now that I am beginning to get these two where I want them. It's only going to get better from here. :)
As always, thanks to Sweets Dreamer for beta'ing this fic! She has been a big help. :3
Summary: Chrollo and Kurapika prepare to leave Sorbia and head towards their next destination where a pair of Scarlet Eyes is said to be. However, as they try to leave, they are waylayed. Meanwhile, Kurapika is still trying to sort out his feelings regarding Chrollo despite the older man's confession, uncertain on exactly *why* he wants his former enemy
"Wake up, Kurapika."
It was like a dream, the shifting of visions and the softness of touch. There was something beautiful about the scenery, something enticing that kept him from wishing to answer the gentle calling of someone that seemed so distant, so far away. Yet, he stirred slowly, finding that his head, hurt. A possible headache, perhaps? But, one eye opened to the blur of light within the room and it took him more moments than he dared to count, finally able to adjust to the sun that had inevitably been washing over him. Soon, those vibrant blues landed on a silhouette and a figure came into view.
Chrollo.
The man's deep greys were staring at him, almost as if they were intentionally boring into him, but there was a look within that spoke more of amusement as opposed to being crucial. Then again, it was possible the older man was being urgent about something.
Kurapika groaned and lifted himself up off the bed shakily, one hand had came to rest against his temple as he tried to steady himself. "I feel like I've been hit by a car." He murmured as he lifted his head to look directly at the older man who had thankfully, been holding a cup of coffee and was handing it to him. The weary blond took the mug without hesitation. "What time is it?"
He looked at Kurapika thoughtfully as the mug was accepted and taken from his hand, the younger man not wasting time to draw off of its contents. "Its nine am. You seemed to be sleeping pretty deeply."
Though the events from the night before were a little hazy, what that did stick out prominently was Chrollo´s confession. It had been the one thing that he had long since - and desperately - been wanting to hear.
As unexpected the notion was - Kurapika had not thoroughly believed Chrollo would have ever admitted his shame - it was something he was trying still to adjust to. The aspect of it had now changed things between them, but for the young blond, it was relieving.
For so long, Kurapika carried the burdens of his past, held down by the weight of his pain and chained by his hate. To lose that had frightened and nonplussed him for so long. But now, even as he gazed deep into Chrollo´s eyes, he couldn't muster the ability to do so.
He just didn't have it in him, anymore.
There were other feelings amid the negative that suppressed his desire. His convictions. No longer had Kurapika found the will or incentive to kill the older man, but found himself growing more attracted. More attached. There was an emotional connection forming, a link which he had not seen before. But now, he had begun to feel it.
Not once had he ever envisioned this happening or that he would have come to share a mutual understanding, much less harbor emotions towards the man. All he could remember was how much he had come to loathe Chrollo, that he had long since blamed the man for everything which had come to pass in his life, including all his misery and tribulation. Even then, it was still hard to conceive that in such a relative short amount of time being around the raven-head was enough to sway his mindset.
Still, there was that underlying vein magnetism which kept him from completely enacting on dismissing the fact things were indeed, changing between them. That simply put, Kurapika was finding himself falling more and more into Chrollo's web then he cared to admit. But the further he fell, the less he wanted to break free. There was just no relenting and the young Kurta knew this. As execrable as it may seem, the lack of disgust did not upset him in any way. Quite to the contrary, Kurapika began to find himself only becoming more accepting of how his situation had become.
He was indeed, enraptured by Chrollo. The older man easily fascinated him, enjoying the other's company with relative ease. Nothing in his aura gave Kurapika anymore reason to increase his wards and remain wary of him. Even if he was still taken aback by how willing he was in allowing Chrollo to get so close to him. So many times he had convinced himself that he would never allow himself to ever come to trust, or harbor anything other than indifference when it came down to the time they spent while on this little journey of theirs.
But now, the situation had developed into something different. Into one where Kurapika had found his now former enemy showing feelings towards him. The very same person who had practically convinced him of finally extricating from all he had ever known in favor of acceptance. Too long he had held onto his hate and contempt, which only prevented him from seeing the truth, and from seeing exactly what was keeping him from ever finding the solace he had been seeking for so, so long.
Now that radiance, that peace he so desperately needed, stared back at him, those eyes not only were filled with urgency, but also concern. This time, Kurapika straightened himself completely, having felt the ache in his head slowly beginning to dull and brought himself closer to Chrollo, though he never severed eye contact with the older man.
"The hell…? I can't believe I had slept so long. Why didn't you wake me sooner?"
Kurapika was a bit sullen at being allowed to sleep as long as he did. Perhaps he needed the rest, but he did remember that after the events that transpired at Sorbia's temple the night before, it wouldn't be long before he and Chrollo would need to move and quickly, neither of them wanting to deal with the cultists anymore then they had.
That woman's face, her sickening aura and how she touched him, her foul lips upon his own, it was almost impossible to erase the imagery from his mind. He remembered washing his face, showering and brushing his teeth so many times after they had returned, but he couldn't seem to abolish the feel of her hands on him and her taste from his mouth. Even now, the memory of it left him feeling cold and repulsed, finding that only being in the sanctity of Chrollo's presence gave him the ability to even remotely ease the encroaching sensations.
"You looked so peaceful while you slumbered, I didn't want to wake you," Chrollo watched the blond carefully, noticing the gap between them had slightly decreased as the younger man had inadvertently, moved closer, causing him to smile at the gesture, "and besides, you needed the rest. Especially after everything you have endured, recently." He lifted a hand to let his broad fingers brush aside a few errant lockes from Kurapika's visage, admiring his stunning, lurid blue eyes. Kurapika was as beautiful as ever, the faint rays of the sun making his hair reflective, giving that illusion of a golden halo surrounding his head. Indeed, Kurapika was breathtaking and Chrollo simply could not help himself.
Slowly, his hand slid its way along the boy's cheek, and came to rest there as Kurapika instantly tilted his head, leaning into the touch, eyes closing. They sat in respective silence, Chrollo's fingertips gently caressing his pale skin. It was tender moments like these that kept Kurapika from being elusive. The blond still didn't know why though he tried to rationalize it, but Chrollo had a way of placating him and he was grateful. He didn't vocalize it - maybe he should - but his actions alone said so much already.
"I bet you were staring, weren't you?" Kurapika was unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice, almost certain that Chrollo had watched him while he slept. But the thought soon brought heat to his cheeks, the color of fuchsia rising along his pallid skin and despite he wanted to hide it, he neglected to do so. He could feel the older man ogling him, and the Kurta could only fidget beneath the weighted stare. "And don't you dare try to tell me that you was only merely observing. I have noticed the way you look at me, Chrollo Lucifer. It would not surprise me if you contemplated doing things to me as I slept."
Shock with feigned dismay adorned Chrollo's features, his hand only moving just so slightly to allow his thumb to stroke over those rosy, plush lips. Kurapika really was soft. "If I said I didn't, you wouldn't believe me, anyway." The older man paused, fingers lingering over the his delicate skin. "Whereas, I do respect your boundaries, Kurapika. I am not going to say I haven't thought about it. But, that doesn't necessarily mean I am going to enact on it."
Blinking, the blond merely sat there, digesting the explanation Chrollo had given him, once again his suspicions only being laid bare as he found no reason to contradict the man. Averting his eyes, the flush to his cheeks only broadened, Kurapika feeling as if he had been stripped of his dignity. Yet, he sighed at the warm feeling of Chrollo´s hand against him. "Smartass." He uttered, nuzzling against that palm.
Chrollo chuckled, thoroughly amused by Kurapika´s flustered state, but only turned the younger man's head slightly and lowered to whisper sweetly in his ear. "I guess I am." Then placed his mouth on the lobe just above that prized earring of his, tugging on it playfully. "But it doesn't change how you feel about me, or how we feel about each other." He breathed.
A shiver raced up his spine and he tried to suppress a soft moan that managed to escape past his lips. The warmth of Chrollo´s own body soothed him and he absently moved closer to the other man, Kurapika´s own hands coming to rest along the other's lap.
Vaguely he heard it, and wasn't quite sure when it happened, but the sound of tinkling resonated around them as his chains had materialized, metal adorning his right fingers as it glinted beneath the sunlight. It startled Kurapika as he hadn't expected such a thing to occur. But what really caught him unawares was how warm it felt to its usual chill.
They had been concocted out of despair. From hatred and vindictiveness. Their sole purpose to dish out a vigilante's justice. Never once did they reside within the purity that was once in his soul, but the darkness that lingered in his heart.
It was what had bound him. Or, one thing that did. Kurapika had never known peace; something that was relatively forgotten amid the torrential downpour which had encompassed him, its negativity only adding to the weight of which had influenced him. Slowly, the blond had forgotten himself, consumed by his own hate by a driving compulsion for vengeance. Every waking moment Kurapika had spent living his life walking the razor's edge, ready to die just for the sake of deliverance, and not just for his own quintessence, but for those who had been the ultimate reason in forsaking everything he had ever known.
Letting go had truly been the hardest thing he had to learn to do. There was nothing simple about it. Long ago, Kurapika had convinced himself there was nothing left. No going forward, or going back. That once he completed his task, saw to his objective, he could quietly slip away. But, such wasn't the case, nor was it the will of those who had been taken away from him for that outcome to be the destiny for the last Kurta. Things do change, and it was in that, Kurapika had started to see his new purpose and been given the understanding on why he needed to live.
Not only was it a necessity, it was desire as well. One that was founded in him by the very person who had been his ruination, but also his salvation.
It was an epiphany long in coming.
Even as Chrollo uttered the words, along with the connotation of affection which hinted in the back of those eyes, Kurapika couldn't help but see that very reason and allow himself to be guided towards finding a new propriety.
Maybe Chrollo would be the one to make him whole again.
"Perhaps," Kurapika began, inching closer still to the older man until he was practically in the other's lap, arms sliding around Chrollo´s broad shoulders and hands clutching to his back, "but you are not wrong on the aspect of how we feel." For once it was nice to be open, to be honest and no longer feel suffocated… Conflicted. Although Kurapika was still finding himself getting used to the newfound idea and dramatic change to his life, accepting Chrollo was something he would eventually have to do. Or, that wanted to. "I have also harbored the same feeling, although I denied it, unwilling to believe. But now," Kurapika lifted himself up, lips brushing against Chrollo´s own, "I don't have to lie to myself, anymore."
With that he completely seized Chrollo's mouth and drew him into a tantalizing kiss, leaving no hesitation in deepening it as soon, both their tongues were sliding along one another, the flavor of Chrollo filling into his senses.
Silence descended around them as they fell into each other's welcoming embrace, the sound of quiet, soft pants and heavy breathing the only thing heard.
Chrollo was still astounded by the Kurta's unbridled will in being straightforward, and how he found Kurapika so determined, so intent, so hungry for his touches and the contact they shared. The younger man was adorable in almost every scenario Chrollo was able to witness him in. But to see him like this, so vulnerable, so exposed, it made the older man feel elated. Closer he was becoming in fully winning the blond's heart and for Kurapika to freely become his.
Broad fingers carded gently through silken, golden locks, parting the strands purposely before he lightly gripped the back of Kurapika´s head as the younger man deepened the kiss further, causing Chrollo to instinctively partake in the satiety of it.
One thing that was easy to see was Kurapika was slowly opening up, becoming more and more comfortable each day that they spent together and thus, the older man knew that now, it was only a matter of time before he and Kurapika would become unified. No longer would they see a need to contest one another or repress the sentiments they shared.
The older man took the opportunity of Kurapika's velleity, using it as a sign of his concession in them proceeding further with their contact, finding that his other hand had made its way to the blond's hip, clutching to it firmly, the fingers involuntarily flexing and squeezing the skin through the clothing he wore.
A soft groan was invoked from the depths of the blond's throat as a result, the vibration humming against their ardent kiss as Kurapika himself, allowed his own body to lean in against Chrollo´s own frame without resistance or inhibition. He felt the raven-haired man's chest heave against him, their breaths mingling with each moment they remained locked together.
Only when the need for oxygen began to strain their lungs did they separate, but transiently, Kurapika saw the burning desire gleaming behind grey eyes.
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words." Chrollo could virtually hear the incitement in his own voice, how his mind was sibilating with countless fluctuating emotions, his own poise becoming weak, fleeting. Yet, he knew that still, allowing things to become forced and not invoked by free will could still prove to be detrimental. He had made progress. So much advancement. To go back now… "I remember telling you so long ago that I would prove to you I am worthy of your trust. Of… Your heart." Yes, Kurapika was special. As strenuous it seemed, he had come too far to send it all into ruination now. His precious Kurta would come around completely, even if he was more yielding now then he was before.
So he stilled his hand, even if those fingers continued to knead Kurapika's thigh against the fabric of his pants. The arctic white tank top which he wore had become briefly taut over his chest, giving Chrollo a defined view of the blond's chest. Though his gaze didn't linger long, despite he wanted to be indulgent in the younger man's alluring body. Pressing too far without certainty on Kurapika's desire for physicality was enough to keep Chrollo at bay. It was frustrating, sometimes even harrowing in resisting his own yearning.
Kurapika knew. He could sense it easily in the older man's energy, but it did not sway him in staying away from Chrollo. The attraction, both physical and emotional was something he had been aware of that the other exhibited long ago. It was in that very same energy he had felt back when he first made his decision to see Chrollo face to face since their fateful encounter in that alleyway back in Patalor. Even then, Kurapika had vocalized his immediate rejection in allowing the older man to become too close. But now… He felt different. Like something within him had awoken.
Trust was something he was still warming up to but, he felt closer to Chrollo than ever before.
"You say that as if you remain confident." Kurapika let one of his hands find purchase along Chrollo's cheek, lithe fingers cupping it gently, "But I won't deny that you have not given me any reason to spurn you." For a moment, he found himself transfixed by those grey eyes, the same that he could not understand why they held so much power over him, and he became lost within them before brushing a thumb over Chrollo's plush lips. Then, Kurapika inclined in and laid a sweltering kiss to his jawline, lingering there temporarily before biting down upon the tender flesh, and ensuring that a mark would be left behind.
The pleasant smile which crawled over the blond's face spoke fathomless words when he was rewarded by a soft moan from Chrollo, fully aware that he was just as able to make the older man weak as much as Kurapika was made weak by him.
"Perhaps I am." Chrollo uttered, one finger tracing out the contours of his sweet blond's face and down to his lovely neck. "But regardless, I will honor my vow and continue to show you nothing else but a reason to hold faith and trust in me." Damn how Kurapika was able to take over him as he had. Nonetheless, Chrollo loved it.
Again, Kurapika let the smile broaden across his lips, and Chrollo couldn't help how breathtaking the Kurta was. How the sunlight played so elegantly over that pale, creamy skin and over those golden tresses, the younger man looked so angelic. Truly, Kurapika was an angel by every essence of the word.
"Smug bastard." Kurapika tilted his head, allowing Chrollo access to his delicate neck as the older man wasted no time to return the favor in kind. The ache to do so was evident on his features. "I will hold you to it, or I just may have to kill you."
The sarcastic undertone to Kurapika's voice was instantly cut off as soft lips brushed against his racing pulse, following its movement with a line of sweltering kisses as Chrollo trailed it down to the juncture between the Kurta's neck and shoulder. He just drifted over the area, breath tickling the sensitive skin before decisively biting down, causing Kurapika to groan out heavily, body arching against his own.
Gods how delicious Kurapika looked when like that. The view, the way he moved, just how the blond exhaled was enough to make Chrollo practically shiver. Yet, the Spider Head only allowed himself enough time given to ensure that his own mark would be left behind, professing that Kurapika in every aspect, belonged to no one but him. Even if he was still essentially courting the younger man, he would not allow anyone else to perceive the other as fair game.
Reluctantly, Chrollo pulled away, though his hands now were planted firmly on Kurapika's hips. "As much as I'd enjoy in continuing our little session," he purred, leaning in to give the blond one last kiss, "we really should get moving. It's best for us not to linger much longer all considering. Even more so knowing that cult had seen both of our faces. With how determinate that woman appeared, I wouldn't be surprised if she had her sect looking for us."
With that, he gently goaded Kurapika off his lap, rising from the bed to pick up the mug which had inadvertently been left abandoned. Bringing it to his mouth, he drained the remaining contents that were in it, content that at least, he had some caffeine to help them in getting through their upcoming egression. Noticing that Kurapika's own mug had too, seen the same treatment, Chrollo handed the cup thoughtfully to the other. The silent affirmation was enough, and Kurapika easily took it from the man's grip.
'I figured as much." Despite Kurapika was mildly displeased by their lack of contact, he understood the reasoning. The memory of that bedlamite as she had looked at him so maniac, her eyes boring into his own as if he was some sort of prey, a object for her own benefit, or advantage was enough to cause a shiver to go up his spine.
He still was unable to completely erase her touch from his skin, the sensation left him feeling tainted, defiled. Even Chrollo displayed a dark pulse around him, the aura dangerously menacing from just the thought of it, alone. Since, Chrollo had suppressed the dark urges, mostly at Kurapika's behest, though it was evident that he wished not to see that horrible woman a second time. Something foretold him of that possibility, but in reality, Kurapika could only hope such would never be the case.
Mimicking the older man's example, he too, slid from the bed and resumed preparations in exiting Sorbia, for remaining could instantly spell trouble. Trouble they did not need.
It didn't take long for Kurapika to finish securing the remaining of his personals, double checking that both canisters of eyes were promptly secured within his luggage. Chrollo had offered in holding the other pair as he had noted the heaviness there was in toting the younger man's suitcase with just two alone.
Only if Chrollo had access to his Nen.
But after much debate and with some hesitancy, Kurapika relented and allowed Chrollo to take the third remaining canister.
"Fortunately, we don't to have to leave Sorbia the same way we came. However, the trip will be long this time around. On the positive side, I have already gathered info from Shalnark on where the next set of eyes is. There is a city to the north in the Esanian Continent called Nappon. I have received Intel on who has a pair of eyes there." Chrollo stopped himself short, watching Kurapika's reaction. Although the younger man didn't give much away as to how the information made him feel, Chrollo could feel the anxiety budding slightly in him.
Kurapika watched him, waiting for the other to finish his statement before responding. Yet, there was an unspoken truth between them, as if Chrollo seemed to be holding back. He pressed, going with his gut intuition.
"Why do I get the feeling I am not going to like what you are about to tell me?" He added bluntly, making sure that Chrollo realized he wanted to know what their next objective, entailed.
"Well, to put it directly, I have been informed that the Mafia has laid claim to a pair. From my understanding, one of the more prominent families has brought them in for their collection. Sounds quite familiar, if you ask me."
Silence descended between them as Kurapika fell into a momentary lapse, the association Chrollo made clearly stated exactly what he was directly referencing to. Nostrade. And he thought back to when he had his job as a bodyguard, a retainer for a gluttonous man's officious daughter who was never satisfied. How she demanded to have everything handed to her, the voracious appetite she had in collecting was enough to make a museum even jealous. But the one thing that stood out the most was her persistence in obtaining body parts. Specifically, the Scarlet Eyes.
"Why am I not surprised?" Kurapika looked up from his suitcase, having sealed the contents away, rising from his kneeling position on the semi plush carpet. He adjusted his shirt, feeling the imprint of the golden roped necklace beneath before then lifting to wrap a powder blue scarf around his neck. "I definitely don't put it past the Mafia all considering. Especially after dealing with Light Nostrade's daughter."
It had been quite some time since Kurapika had worn the lacy article. He never doubted its origins. Quite to the contrary, the Kurta had always suspected where it had originated from. But to hear it straight from Chrollo's own words was enough of an affirmation.
Now, he just treasured the piece more then before.
His thoughts turned dark however, as they returned back to the last things Chrollo had said, and about how the Mafia was the latest faction to house a pair of Scarlet Eyes. The remembrance of the auction back in Yorknew…
The weight of a hand on his shoulder tore him from his rumination and he looked up to see Chrollo standing beside him, concern lacing his features. "I remember that. It was before… Our untimely encounter. However, I do not fault you if it makes you feel frustrated. The same was said when you learned of that cult abusing the eyes."
Nothing would be easy. That was for sure. There were many trials and tribulations that Kurapika was certain he would face, it was just coming to grips with his own morality and sanity in the process.
This was just another test of strength of his own fortitude, and in that of his own ability to stay resilient, tenacious. Lest he would succumb to the darkness which still lurked inside him, causing him to fall once again into his own inutility.
No. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Going back would only serve to undermine everything he had done and be nothing more than a great injustice. And not to just himself, but to his clan as well.
"Also towards Chrollo as well." A voice beckoned from within and Kurapika frowned.
"You are right," his voice came out soft, low, "it does anger me to see my brethren's eyes either being used in such a heinous way or by those of an unscrupulous nature." Maybe he didn't agree with everything that Chrollo had always told him, but this one time, he couldn't help but agree with the older man. "It's just so hard not to get enraged when I learn of something like that."
Strong. He had to remain strong.
"Do not allow yourself to become too dejected, Kurapika." Chrollo squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and Kurapika sighed. He was starting to forget what was truly important. "If you do, you may very well lose sight or focus."
Why did he always have to be right? But then again, had he really been looking at the full picture from the start?
"I know." Kurapika responded simply, and this time, he inwardly steeled himself, becoming resolute.
The older man's very presence seemed to constantly remind him, and yet, there was a certain amount in comfort knowing that no matter how far astray he was led or how desolate his path may become, someone was always there. Even if that someone was Chrollo.
"In any regard, if you are feeling up to it now, we really should get going. I see no further reason to delay."
Sometimes words were hard to convey, especially in moments where expressing one's self was difficult. Kurapika merely nodded, having come to his own conclusion that he would have to solely be ready for whatever they may actually face.
There was no easy path, even if some things in his life got easier, there was still a long road ahead. It was just one hurtle Kurapika managed to clear by finding commutuality with Chrollo. Indeed, there was mutual feelings between them and the Kurta had known for a long time that his own mentality had been altering in regards to the older man. Reaching a concession after all his inner contention was a struggle in its own right and at one time Kurapika believed it impossible to have ever generate feelings for someone like Chrollo.
But now, what had once been considered the unbelievable had become fact and for once, Kurapika was accepting of it.
Chrollo took the simple response as confirmation the blond was ready to proceed forth and motioned to the door, doing one last quick survey to ensure that nothing was being left behind. "I have made the necessary preparations for us to leave the village. It's best we try to remain as inconspicuous as possible to avoid drawing further attention."
"I understand." And with that, Kurapika fell into silence, gazing one last time over his shoulder at the small room before exiting through the door behind the older man and into the continued unknown.
Leaving the inn proved to be more difficult than it was originally anticipated. From the moment he and Chrollo managed to cross through the small lobby, hooded figures clad in dark blue with strange symbols and etchings into the surface had been seen just outside the doors, making it difficult for them to depart from the building, unnoticed. Neither of them had disguises to completely mask their identities, only the same white cloth Chrollo had used to hide his cross tattoo was currently around his forehead. Both of them had been seen at the temple just the day before, making the situation now even more problematic.
"What do we do?" Kurapika hissed, the both of them had promptly moved off to the side just out of the main line of view, watching as the figures milled about, but neither of them had made any motion to enter into the inn, itself.
"For the moment, nothing. I do have a plan on how to get us out of here without raising a scene. At the worst, we will have to fight our way through if it comes to that, but I am hoping it doesn't, however." Grey eyes watched with intent, keen observation told Chrollo that of course, they were being tracked, but it appeared they were more concentrated on covering any possible aspects of escape while looking for their primary targets.
He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.
There were so many points where their current situation could have been avoided, but that was neither here, nor there. Chrollo didn't blame the boy. His reaction was purely natural. Only now, it unwittingly complicated matters, making their situation more tricky than need be.
Regardless, he planned on getting them out of there, one way or the other. If it came down to a fight, then so be it. Kurapika would have to learn sooner or later that some things were just unavoidable.
His focus remained attentive to the cloaked figures as they seemed to be continuing their search for something. Or well, someone. What felt like immeasurable moments, Kurapika held his breath, wondering if they would ever be able to make it out of their current situation without hindrance.
Then in one brief moment of opportunity, an opening became apparent as the figures moved from view and Kurapika felt Chrollo elbow him in his side. "Now is our chance. We need to go."
Kurapika expelled the breath that he had been holding, chest tight and lungs agonizing from the strain. But he ignored the pain, pushed back the sensation of trepidation, of the tension that threatened to crush him, momentum coaxed just by sheer determination alone. Cautiously, he followed behind the raven-haired man, keeping an even pace as they strode casually, attempting to remain unobtrusive as they closed in on the entrance to the inn and slipped outside onto the dirt paved road.
The cabalistic group had moved off to the side, yet none of them had seemed to notice as Kurapika watched his companion edge himself between a stand and the corner of a building. Chrollo stood there motionless, body slightly poised as if he had done so in preparation to attack, but Kurapika only sunk his shoulders in relief when the older man had motioned for him to follow.
His gait was slow and precise as he made his way discreetly to where the other waited, coming only inches to where Chrollo was when something jerked his attention and the sound of a loud, autocratic voice rang out. The blond looked hastily over his shoulder only to see several fingers being pointed in his direction.
"Hey you! Stop right there!"
Kurapika only had seconds to parse the fact that they had been spotted, his heart beginning to race in his chest. His eyes darted back towards Chrollo who was now gesturing urgently for him to cross the distance and meet him where he stood. "Come on Kurapika! This way!"
The sound of the wind rushed in his ears as the young Kurta took off at full tilt, the weight of his luggage slightly cumbersome as he cut across the expanse of open path in a mere instant, reaching the older man's side.
Next thing he knew, they were racing wildly, Chrollo leading him around the corner of the inn, dirt and debris kicking into the air in their wake, shouts and calls following them amid the chaos. As they bounded through a massive lot to where a lone car sat. Kurapika didn't think much of it, but the closer they got to the dark colored vehicle, the more aware he became.
"Don't tell me you stole another car." Kurapika exclaimed as Chrollo had reached the car and jerked open the door on the driver's side. He unceremoniously chucked his luggage into the back seat.
"Hurry!" He pressed, ignoring Kurapika's scrutinizing question, eyes catching a glimpse of a practical mob that was about to descend on their heads. "There is no more time to waste!"
Taking it as a sign that they had reached their limit, the blond had cast aside his ethics and made for the car, throwing open the passenger door and shoving his suitcase on top of Chrollo's before diving into the seat. Kurapika struggled to catch his breath, panting as he kept his focus upon the encroaching mob, "This doesn't mean I condone you stealing." The younger man's voice was hard, almost cold like ice.
Fingers clutched around the gear shift and pulled it roughly into reverse before Chrollo drove his foot onto the gas pedal, causing the car to thrust backwards. Swiftly, he turned the wheel, the car jerking to the side as the first of the hooded cultists reached their location, the rear of the vehicle nearly clipping them as they tried to intercept the car, the momentum causing them to quickly dive out of the way. Coming nearly full circle, the vehicle finally aligning with the road, Chrollo then threw the stick into drive, sending the car lurching forward, exiting the lot without a second to spare.
This definitely just wasn't their day.
Gazing into the rear-view mirror, the raven-head watched as some of the hooded cultists pulled themselves from the dirt, watching with disbelief and rage as their targets had managed to escape. Chrollo merely smirked. Even though their excursion could have easily been waylaid, the thrill of such an event only caused his blood to thrum with excitement. Kurapika however, looked haggard.
Eyes shifted to the younger man beside him, locks disheveled, chest rising and falling erratically; it was plain to see Kurapika was indeed, stressed.
Reticence had descended between them, though the pressure inside the car remained heavy, Chrollo abstained from saying anything, knowing that Kurapika was more than likely, fuming beneath the surface. He could see it evident in the Kurta's eyes. Such a storm brewed within them, though it made the magnificent and vibrant blue more striking. However, the older man knew his limits. Especially when the other was in the mental state he was in.
Arms had crossed over his chest, but Kurapika kept his focus on the road. He avoided any possible eye contact with Chrollo, already stymied with the fact that again, the older man had circumvented his wishes. In the back of his mind, Kurapika knew their circumstances weren't the greatest and time was indeed, of the essence. But knowing that Chrollo seemed to go to practically any great length was not only admiring, but disturbing in its own right.
Old habits die hard as they say. Yet, Kurapika settled on the notion that one day, there will be ones that would have to be broken. He would try, at least.
"It was a necessity. There was no other choice." Chrollo finally broke the silence between them, though his attention remained fixed on the road. "It was the quickest way to get us out of there with the least amount of complications."
Typical response, Kurapika thought, but how accurate it was. He was still irritated by the older man's reckless and brash decisions. In hindsight, the blond knew the truth.
How he hated it when Chrollo was right.
Kurapika relented anyway, sighing in exasperation. "Regardless, I said no more stealing and I mean it Chrollo Lucifer."
Yes, the younger man was sure persistent in his ideals. One that would take time to overcome. But the raven-haired man only smiled. This was one of the things he loved about Kurapika and also in part, what attracted him to the younger man.
Every time Kurapika pouted or appeared flustered, he looked cute. It pulled at Chrollo's sentiments, but at the same time, it also tugged at his amusement. He tried to needle and prod the blond at every chance he could get, even if it was a subtle act. Some instances were intentional, some were not. But each time when Kurapika let his possessiveness or jealousy show, it only proved to Chrollo that Kurapika was slowly becoming bound to him.
Gradually, the Kurta was opening up, letting himself get closer to the older man, which only pleased Chrollo. His efforts in showing Kurapika that he was someone worthy of his affections and could offer the blond the happiness he so deserved was just another step in bringing them together. Chrollo's efforts were indeed, paying off.
"Duly noted again." Chrollo responded sweetly, but with a little too much saccharin in his voice.
A dark expression regarded Chrollo and he simply chuckled, one hand reaching over to lay on Kurapika's thigh, stroking the area tenderly. Blue eyes only became more steely at such a nonchalant act, yet Kurapika made no motility in removing the older man's hand or in stopping his touches. Instead, he turned his head, eyes concentrating on the passing scenery and not on how good Chrollo's stroking felt on his leg.
"You really do stress too much, Kurapika. I did tell you it very well may cause you wrinkles. But it will also only make you feel constantly drained. You really need to try and relax once in a while." When he received no reaction out of the seething blond, Chrollo let his hand slide a little more inward. It was a risky maneuver he knew, but Kurapika looked so beautiful and so susceptible. Resisting was so hard, the desire to gravitate inward was like an insatiable hunger that wanted to consume Chrollo alive.
So many times he defied the urges to ravage the provocative and stunning Kurta. Like he was doing so now as he halted his trek just mere inches from Kurapika's groin, fingers gently caressing the skin through the younger man's clothes.
Kurapika slightly bristled, though it didn't take long for every muscle in his body to instantly loosen, and soft, rosy lips slightly parted as if the boy was to release a sigh of contentment, but no sound emanated. The older man was about to allow a look of smugness cross his features, smile adorning lips when he realized Kurapika was now looking at him, those ceruleans he adored so much seemed to be nearly lost. They appeared on the border between want and desire along with resistance and frustration simmering beneath them.
Chrollo could hardly believe what he saw, and yet, just seeing Kurapika again like that, looking so exposed only left the older man breathless.
"I know I have been stressed and I do realize the toll such a weight has caused. Nothing has been easy in my life and for so long all I have battled was my grief." He paused, though his body trembled ever so slightly from Chrollo´s fingers roving over his thigh, he parted them a fraction, his own mind whirling from a multitude of emotions. "Letting go, well you see it's not something I have easily accepted or learned how to do. Things between us have changed and I am trying to come to terms with myself and of what happened seven years ago."
The older man kept his expression virtually unreadable, however he was morally shocked by Kurapika´s admission. A barely visible flush accentuated the blond's creamy skin. Keeping focus on the road ahead was becoming hard for Chrollo to do. Creating an accident and injuring them or jeopardizing their lives was not something he wished to do so he simply listened to concession.
When Chrollo felt something warm encompass his hand, he noticed out of his peripheral vision that Kurapika´s own slightly smaller and lithe hand was over his, fingers laying between his as they seemed to now be guiding his movements. It was unbelievable. This precious and fragile boy was being so forthcoming, so insouciant. "I want to trust you. I am trying to. You have not given me any reason to believe otherwise as you have been completely honest with me so far." Slowly, he guided Chrollo´s hand along his thigh, enjoying the sensation it produced, allowing those fingers to glide a little more inwards, and Kurapika released a soft gasp as a result. "But, I will learn. In time."
Lacing his digits with Chrollo´s, the younger man held tight, letting that palm go as it may, not attempting in anyway to dissuade the caress he was receiving. For Chrollo it meant that Kurapika was starting to become more accepting of him. It was progress for sure.
Seeing Kurapika like this made his heart ache.
"I believe no less from you." Chrollo let Kurapika´s fingers wind with his, enjoying the feel of the boy's skin against his own. Inward their hands traveled and Chrollo had a hard time containing himself from just the heat from the Kurta's body alone. He felt the urges pricking at the back of his mind, making it nearly irresistible. "I will give you everything you ask for."
Several times he wanted to pull the car over and take Kurapika right there, the very image of the blond laying beneath him in such a prone and tantalizing position only served to further his desire.
And yet, he held back, still uncertain Kurapika was ready, wanting the moment to be special as well in knowing the other was truly ready for this.
"Then show me."
The words left Kurapika's mouth before he could even forestall them, the shock of hearing himself speak only added to the oddity of the situation. Kurapika couldn't believe it and yet, the necessity to stop was far beyond his reach. Those fingers only curled more within Chrollo's own and the action seemed more desperate, more needy then he realized.
"One day, I hope to show you," Chrollo cursed inwardly; how he detested having to keep doing this, and maintain some form of control on his languishing. After so long of waiting, he had been growing progressively impatient, the yearning to share with Kurapika what was most intimate only becoming an smoldering passion and effortlessly taking over him. Being resilient was proving to be challenging. Nevertheless, he wouldn't give in until he was certain of how Kurapika really felt. "But for now, you should actually rest. The drive to Nappon will be long."
Kurapika sighed heavily, feeling dismayed.
Why did it seem to continuously end this way?
"All in due time. What will be, will be." A voice whispered inside his head and for once, Kurapika thought he understood.
Despite their advancement had stopped and Chrollo let his attention fall back to the road ahead, Kurapika allowed his obstinacy to erode away, albeit disappointed and settled on letting sleep take him for the rest of their lengthy journey. As his eyes had slipped closed, mind sinking into the sweet reaches of dreams, the one thing he remembered before becoming incumbent to Morpheus call was Chrollo holding his hand.
Nappon was animated and variegated, filled with skyscrapers and buildings made of glass and monumental design. The streets were filled to the brim with milling people, flashing lights and decorative shops. A plethora of cars in various shapes and sizes from the basic to the extravagant flowed like a runnel through the roadways, the sounds of voices and mechanical sonance adding to the deafening clamor. Everything flowed connectivity, like cogs in a well oiled machine, creating a vast and elaborate metropolis.
Arctic white coated the ground in an endless blanket, a chill was in the air. Winter had enveloped the city and covered everything in its snowy touch, leaving the scene to be impressive, yet inconvenient.
Once Chrollo had done some exploration of the city and learn its layout (he had regretted not asking Shalnark for a map) he had chosen one of the more luxurious hotels Nappon had to offer, pulling flawlessly into one of the parking spaces he managed to find within the nearly filled parking lot. Killing the engine, he turned to the still sleeping blond, having long since unwound his hand from those lithe digits. But this time, he found himself reaching for Kurapika, only to stroke his fingertips through the sleeping boy's golden locks. He looked so angelic as he slept.
"Kurapika." His voice called softly, not wanting to abruptly rouse the younger man and startle him. "We have arrived. Time to get up."
Grumpily, two blue eyes peered at him through a sleep induced haze, the idea of being woken and having his dreams interrupted in such an unusual way left Kurapika feeling annoyed. He sat there for a few minutes, shaking the traces of languor from his mind and yawned, then climbed awkwardly out of the car and stretched. It didn't take long for the cold to settle around him and jolt him fully to full consciousness, making Kurapika wrap his arms around himself in a pathetic attempt to ward off the cold. "What the hell. It's freezing!"
Snorting, Chrollo simply watched him, amused. "Well, we are pretty far north, so it's expected."
"You could have at least warned me." Murmuring bitterly to himself, he went to the back of the car and retrieved his luggage, gripping the handle white knuckled as he steadied himself, slamming the door closed. After a few unpleasant moments, Kurapika went to stand before his companion, trembling from the glacial-like wind.
Chrollo eyed him, though that smirk never wavered from those lips and Kurapika wanted to punch him where he stood. Gods the bastard could be so incensing. He kept his gaze from locking with the older man's, the twist to his own lips marked him as completely exasperated.
Though his anger slightly mitigated when an arm came around him, pulling his smaller frame against that firm body he so adored. "Let's head in side. At least in there it will be warm." And he started to guide the simmering younger man towards the hotel, the ample flow of people clearly professing its bustling status.
Both of them finally strode through massive and splendid glass doors as they slid open, granting them admittance into a large, posh lobby. Many people clad in business suits and dress outfits milled about, a low hum of chatter hanging in the air. Directing Kurapika, the raven-haired man walked up to the receptionist counter where a tall, middle-aged woman stood, tapping avidly on a keyboard to a computer she was looking at. She turned her attention to them as they approached. Chrollo put on his usual charming, lenitive smile.
"How can I assist you?" She spoke in a soft, dulcet voice, hand coming up to adjust the glasses perched on her nose.
"We need a room for a few days. My companion and I will be staying in town for some events and functions." Chrollo replied smoothly, that smile never wavering from his features. Kurapika stood behind him, concentrating on anything else aside the older man at the moment, his demeanor only souring by the second. It seemed that no matter how many times the Kurta fussed at him for his unsavory attention towards others, Chrollo never seemed to heed the demands, always neglecting to respect that part of Kurapika's wishes. How he hated it, the way he put on that debonair act, especially for women.
"Those eyes should only look at me that way." He inwardly cursed, snorting to himself as a result.
"We have several rooms available. Would you like a suite with one bed or two?"
He contemplated it for a moment, devious thoughts coming to mind, but Chrollo knew that if he proceeded on with the idea, more than likely he would only invoke Kurapika's ire. He certainly relished it when Kurapika got all huffy, as it made the boy simply look adorable when in the position.
But he also loved Kurapika and upsetting the other more at this point would only be rather, unwise. He also had more respect and concern for the blond then not. Kurapika definitely held a place in his heart, as strange as that seemed.
"I'll take the suite with two beds, please."
It was easy to tell from the younger man's brooding energy and the ominous sensation to his aura that Kurapika was irate for sure. This time, Chrollo decided to tone down the act.
"Alright, sir. I have you all set in the system." She responded cheerfully and Kurapika felt himself grinding his teeth. Why was it always like this?
Knowing what was coming, the raven-head sighed to himself and paid for the room, taking the key-cards once the woman handed them over. He said nothing as they strode to the elevators, remaining silentious even while they rode the elevator to the floor where their room was.
Placing the key-card in the scanner slot, the door opened and both slipped inside with ease, Kurapika shouldering past Chrollo to pick the bed that was furthest from the door. At least the area was rather large; it was not surprising of Chrollo to lavish in the immoderate. Two large chairs sat at the far end, a small wooden table between them, while across from them was another spacious area that made up the bathroom. Setting his luggage on the queen sized bed, he decided on cleaning up, figuring it was something he really needed. Kurapika felt as if he had been put through the ringer lately.
"| am going to take a shower." He stated evenly, fetching a pair of comfortable sleepwear from his luggage, not even looking in Chrollo's direction. "I won't be long."
"Alright." A shower sounded nice, it had been a bit since he had one due to their extensive journey and the thought of water purifying him seemed so pleasant. Briefly, the image of water trailing down bare, pale skin and through aurulent locks came to mind, making Chrollo harbor a more impish notion, and for a moment, he almost considered the idea. "I'll order us some dinner in the meantime." As much as he wanted to, Chrollo made no motion to act on the impulse.
He watched as the blond disappeared into the bathroom and was left alone to contend with his own thoughts.
Later, Kurapika found himself resting in one of the overly large, plush chairs; they had just finished dinner and was now immersed in the book Chrollo gave him. Hours had passed when had he felt the weight of his eyes growing heavily with fatigue. Setting the book on his lap he stifled a yawn, concluding that he obviously needed more rest. He had been exhausted lately, realizing that he was more worn down then he anticipated. Closing the book and setting it aside on the table next to him, Kurapika prepared to rise when an open hand came into view. Raising his head he saw Chrollo standing before him, dark hair still wet from the shower he had taken earlier.
"You look utterly beat." He began, the younger man studying him before taking his proffered hand. "I am surprised for as long as you had been sitting there staring at those pages you didn't simply pass out."
Bringing Kurapika into a fully erect position, he watched the beautiful Kurta's expression, the slightly dark patches which sat just beneath his eyes foretold of how tired he was. Chrollo expected Kurapika to go off on a virtual tirade, but he surprised the Spider Head even more when a faint smile crossed his fair lips, "I think you may be right." Before Chrollo could react, Kurapika closed what expanse there was between them and before he knew it, the boy had taken his lips, arms wrapping around his neck. "But only after a few more minutes."
Never in his life had anything been guaranteed, and everything Chrollo went through up to this point, he always had to take what he wanted. But this person, this blond man before him with his smooth, immaculate, pale skin, mesmerizing blue eyes and silken tresses was giving him everything. How willing Kurapika was being, allowing himself to fall into his arms and for once, with as cold, calculating and hard Chrollo knew he could be, his heart softened, now beating for the Kurta boy he held within his arms.
It was evident Kurapika needed sleep, but he would indulge the other a little longer, his lips moving without hesitation against Kurapika´s and savoring the flavor.
What he wanted and everything he needed was coming together, and Chollo felt nothing but elated. In all his life he had fought and risked everything, caring little for the more fundamental nature of human need. There was never feel of absence, or a yearning to experience romantic sensation. Now, as Kurapika´s hands began to explore his body, dipping down so tantalizingly low to the hem of his shirt which sat beneath the coat he wore and touch his firm skin, it was then Chrollo felt the entire impact of finally wanting to know what it was like to be with someone.
Feeling the blond's breath against his flesh and hearing the soft, laden pants which soon followed, Chrollo deepened the kiss, which Kurapika readily accepted, their tongues now sliding along one another. Scents of pine mingling with chamomile and spice lingered in the air, making Chrollo feel slightly light-headed. His own fingers slipped through the younger man's crop to stroke softly through its delicate strands.
It was amazing. Almost intoxicating. Every movement, each stroke; Kurapika mimicked Chrollo's movements in near perfect unison. The blond's own hands had glossed their way up along his sides, each digit eagerly touching his skin as Chrollo felt his shirt slowly riding up. The kinetics in the blond's skilled ambulation had successfully caused his coat to ride its way down his arms. There was no need for second guessing - Chrollo let his arms fall so the leather bound article could easily slide off, soon returning his hand amid Kurapika's hair - mind already fixated on showing the younger man in part, what he was capable of.
However, before Chrollo could invoke any semblance of direction on where he was going to take their little dalliance, his back had soon come into contact with the mattress, Kurapika now above him, pinning him down. Severing their kiss, the blond seemed intent, almost predatory, the hungry expression which crossed over his visage spoke of true want.
Chrollo was in near stupefaction, finding Kurapika's bravura most admiring. The emphatic nature he exuded was something he wasn't used to as he found the younger man more passive, more doctrinal. To see Kurapika like this was indeed, tempting.
Tightness around his waist brought him from his temporary reverie, Kurapika now straddling him as the Kurta was staring down at him and Chrollo was certain those magnificent ceruleans briefly flashed scarlet. Instantly, his hands came to settle on the blond's hips. "Kurapika." He breathed, massaging the other's skin through the fabric of his pants.
A finger to his lips was his immediate response, Kurapika leaning in, his own lips now dangerously close to his, "Let me have this moment." And he inclined down, drawing his mouth along Chrollo's jawline, following its circumference as he left kisses along the skin in his wake.
Casually, the younger man slid further down, motioning now along Chrollo's neck, following the pulse that raced beneath before ending at the juncture between the neck and shoulder, biting down with evident ferocity.
Every nerve practically lit with impassioned fire, Chrollo's back slightly arching as he was unable to suppress the groan that now escaped past his parted lips. Gods how bad he wanted Kurapika now, the urges almost uncontrollable. Particularly when the Kurta was so determinate, so fiery.
And Kurapika knew this, seeing the passion adamant on the older man's face. Such didn't stop him and he quickly took advantage of the situation, desiring to further their little escapade, his instincts the force behind his initiative.
Seeing the opportunity and how susceptible Chrollo was falling to his whims, Kurapika began to grind his hips against the older man's own, feeling the heat between them only increase as the need continued to build.
So hard. It was just so hard. Containing himself, his ambition, the ushering of his own emotions and Chrollo knew if he didn't stop now, cease this little romp of theirs, there may come a moment of regret later on. What he saw was pure lust and carnal desire burning in Kurapika's eyes, not the want or need out of genuine love or emotional connectivity.
Feeling his groin tighten, Chrollo used the short lapse in focus when he steadied his grip on the blond's hips, using his weight as momentum to flip them over, Kurapika now beneath him. "Kurapika." He called again, this time, more firmly. "You are still not ready. Not yet. Not like this." And he simply slid off the younger man, standing beside the bed now, gazing down at him. "I still don't feel it's time. Someday I think there will be. Just not now." Picking up the covers, Chrollo wordlessly slid them up and over Kurapika's frame, bewilderment clear on his visage.
"But why?" Kurapika blurted out, voice filled with vexation and disappointment.
"Because, it's not how I want to experience this with you. I know at one point you told me you wasn't ready, but it's clear you desire this more out of carnality then not." Pushing back a few strands from Kurapika's face, he smiled, "Besides, I want it to happen when it's more genuine. More… Real." Backing away he crossed the distance towards his own bed and gracefully drifted onto its surface. "Get some rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow." He focused on preparing to sleep himself, leaving the younger man to digest his words.
Expelling a heavy laden sigh, though contemplating Chrollo's profession, he too, decided to it was best to sleep on everything that occurred, still flummoxed by the older man's sudden reluctance.
Without responding, he turned over onto his side, concluding that he hoped at some point, he would understand the meaning behind exactly what Chrollo was trying to proclaim. There was still so much he did not know.
After Thoughts: Well, I can safely say things are getting serious between our boys. Especially with how easily Kurapika seems to be falling into his own desires for Chrollo. Of course at the moment, its a bit more of a physical attraction between them, but it won't stay that way. Once Kurapika manages to figure out what he truly wants, it will only get better for our boys.
Expect chapter eighteen real soon! It all goes well it will be out by Halloween night. :D