Author's Notes: Hello dear readers, as promised, I have come bearing chapter eighteen for you all just in time for Halloween. : Of course, things have been plugging along slowly still, but it's all been worth it in the long run. As we head into the holidays, processing could potentially slow a wee bit depending on how everything goes. I don't anticipate much delay, however and chapter releases should go as according to plan.
There is still a long road ahead regarding this fic, but there is much to look forward to in the near future.
As always, thanks to Sweets Dreamer for beta'ing this fic. She has been a real doll. 3
Summary: Both Chrollo an Kurapika begin their plans to retrieve the next pair of Scarlet Eyes from a prominent Mafia family.
Kurapika gets closer to understanding his special, yet eccentric relationship with Chrollo.
For once, Kurapika actually thought Chrollo had lost his mind. Too many times the older man had been right, which normally gave Kurapika a decent reason to place faith in his companion. But, hearing this foolishly concocted plan just seemed absolutely ludicrous.
How he had managed to come up with such an elaborate, yet completely dangerous and imprudent scheme, Kurapika wasn't entirely certain. One, their newest target was the Mafia. Specifically one of the more wealthy families that were predominant in the hierarchy. Not only that, they were to break into their mansion, just the two of them, which more than likely was armed to the teeth with security.
It was something that Kurapika had taken into consideration because in all retrospect, the situation was like walking into the lion's den without any preparation or defense at all.
It wasn't that Kurapika couldn't handle himself. He had confidence in his own skills and in the fact that he had his fair share of dealings with the Mafia in the past. What was more disconcerting was the simple notion of Chrollo lacking any ability to access his own Nen, which granted was still a result of Kurapika's own doing. Of course, several times he had considered the idea of removing his Nen chain from the older man's heart, the Stake of Retribution still coiled tightly within his chest. Even with the gradual changes to his mentality and state of mind regarding Chrollo, he couldn't deny that the thought hadn't crossed his mind.
Considering they were now engaging in missions that would be no less than perilous was enough for Kurapika to deliberate over it.
"Perhaps you should. It would be another step toward the binding of trust between you and him."
He sighed. It was definitely an aspect that would need to be addressed in time - though sooner rather than later - and Kurapika focused again on Chrollo's plans, looking for any way to make them more solid than it was.
The mission wouldn't be without its risks, that much the Kurta understood. It was something he was well aware of when he began this pursuit with Chrollo. But not knowing exactly what they would be walking into is what made him more wary than normal.
Letting his gaze land on the older man across from him, Kurapika sucked in a deep breath. They would need to be more cautious than they had been during their last few missions.
"It's still too dangerous. We have to be considerate of the fact that infiltrating the Mafia, and one of their own private mansions is still no less than risky. Then there is the fact it will just be the two of us going after the eyes, which I can't say I am too comfortable without a more solid plan."
Glancing over the blueprints that Chrollosomehow managed to procure - though Kurapika was pretty sure how - one thing that he took note on was the convoluted layout of the mansion, and just how many rooms resided within. Reaching the inner vault where the eyes were kept would be nothing short of pure luck and full reliance on strategy.
Not that he didn't have faith or recognize the fact that they were adept enough to get through this alive, but it was the simple notion that they had more against them than not. Without Chrollo's Nen, things could become problematic.
Again, it came back to his decision to free the man or not.
"I understand your concerns and have weighted every possible outcome of each scenario. While our situation will be more delicate due to… Circumstances, I feel this is probably the best we have to work with at the time. Unless you are willing to look at other options, I don't see how we are going to do better than this." Chrollo's eyes looked down into Kurapika's own, almost as if they were searching for an answer and yet, he knew there were still unspoken words between them. Something that he knew the younger man wanted to say. It had been a subject of contention for a while, but he had a feeling Kurapika had been really thinking hard over his troublesome situation.
Briefly, Kurapika's expression darkened, and not due to the older man's blunt, yet, honest statement. He was concerned regarding the success of their mission, but also for Chrollo's safety as well.
Was he feeling this way because he had truly fallen in love with Chrollo?
Even the very notion of putting the older man's life into unnecessary danger arose the sensation of unease in his own heart.
"It's not just that," he began, one hand coming down to rest upon the map which had been sprawled upon the table they stood before, "but you also have to consider the insurmountable possibilities that we may not even reach the eyes before we are detected. Slipping past security unhindered is definitely not going to be easy, if not, impossible." Kurapika turned away from the older man, obscuring the pained look in his eyes. "Then there is the fact that I…" he paused, drawing in a breath, "would prefer that we make it out of this with as little damage as possible. If something were to happen…" He fell into silence, unable to complete his words.
As much as he wanted to retrieve the eyes - there was definitely no stopping him - being realistic about what they were going to face was something that the young blond kept at the forefront of his mind. They couldn't afford to be reckless. Not now.
Each word hit like an epiphany and it was then Chrollo understood. Those lips curled into a pleasant smile, knowing exactly what was going on. Seamlessly, the older man slid from his spot, motioning around the table, and swept the curious blond up into his arms, "Now I see why you are so fervent. It's because you care about me, which I do find rather admirable." There was something in Kurapika's aura that spoke of his concern for the other man and Chrollo couldn't help but feel touched by it. He knew that Kurapika would surely deny it, but there was no mistaking the worry that was laced within the boy's words.
Which came as predicted, but without the usual heat behind it. Kurapika sniffed and rolled his eyes, looking rather incredulous, "You flatter yourself too much, Chrollo Lucifer." Though his befuddlement quickly faded into one of smugness, slender hands gliding up the older man's chest to rest on those broad shoulders. "Besides, I don't doubt that you will be able to handle this, yourself."
He knew that Chrollo was more than adept in survival on just the basics alone - it was how the older man had lived much of his life. Being thrust into a cruel and heartless world without any prior knowledge was like a practical crash course in learning to escape death on a daily basis. Something of which Kurapika was no stranger to, himself.
"Oh, you know me so well," Chrollo responded with amusement to his voice, the palm of his hand coming to rest on Kurapika´s cheek, thumb titling the Kurta's head upwards ever so slightly. "But you are right, I can manage despite the circumstances. You don't need to worry for me."
Leaning into the gentle touches, Kurapika closed his eyes for a moment, letting his thoughts ebb away. He sighed in contentment, relishing in the feel of Chrollo´s skin against his own and the warmth that soon followed. The blond wished that times like these never had to end, but alas, it was not the case.
In the back of his mind, a small part of him couldn't help but feel concerned for the Phantom Troupe leader. Even though the older man had been the reason for all his misfortune and loss, Kurapika now felt that he would be utterly torn if something were to happen to Chrollo.
Those same feelings were also something Kurapika wasstill trying to get used to, but over time, he would have to come to accept.
"Well, if you insist." Kurapika murmured, eyes slipping closed as he felt Chrollo begin to leave a trail of soft kisses from his jawline, and down to the base of his neck, the sensation causing his pulse to race beneath the tender skin. His breath hitched in his throat as Chrollo passed over it during his trek, the sensation invoking a subtle groan to exit from his slightly parted lips. "I will place my full trust in your abilities, believing you can handle this just as easily without me."
Every word Kurapika uttered was done under the guise of masking his deep-seated apprehension that something would indeed, go wrong. Of course, up to this point the raven-haired man had done very well on his own, finding no contest when it came to staying alive and unscathed. But still, there was a foreboding feeling Kurapika had which he couldn't quite shake and it left him struggling with maintaining his own forbearance.
But he needed to believe, for the man he was coming to love needed his faith and his support.
The sensation of teeth grazing over his skin brought him back to reality as Chrollo had found purchase just above his clavicle, the older man biting down with enough force to make Kurapika pant and as a result, leave a new mark behind.
Gods Chrollo knew how to make him feel good, but would always stop before things could get too heated. Which made Kurapika equally perplexed as well as astonished. He knew how deep Chrollo´s desire for him ran. But to see the Spider head retain so much self-control made Kurapika surprised.
Chrollo retracted, then lifted up to capture Kurapika´s lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss, hands cupping the sides of the younger man's face as he did so. Though he was not intending to be rough in any way, one thing he couldn't help from surfacing was the underlying vein of hunger that resided just beneath the surface. Containing it wasdifficult, which seemed to occur every time he was close to Kurapika or even when they touched. There was an unambiguous lure that seemed to emanate from him, one that negated any chance of resisting, and it was in that very aspect which made itoh so hard.
Keeping himself tempered was something that Chrollo had learned to do, and how important it was, for if he had not, well there were repercussions he wished not to evoke. He remembered once hearing the idiom: a time and place for everything. And like all good things that eventually come to those who wait, Chrollo knew the same rang true for Kurapika and himself.
The blond was indeed, coming around and their relationship was only building. Slowly it was becoming established and practical. What he had been witnessing, Chrollo knew would only become completelytangible.
But for now, he had to be patient.
Chrollo wasn't exactly sure when their kiss had deepened so that their tongues were twisting along one another, but he didn't let such a moment go to waste. After a few minutes of enjoying the exhilaration the contact produced, he was able to - albeit reluctantly - pull away from the blond's lips. A trail of spittle that stretched between them was the only profession such an act ever took place.
"Kurapika…" He breathed, voice tinged with seduction, grey eyes now finding the lustrous ones of the Kurta's own. Each time Chrollo gazed into their depths it was as if he was instantly captivated. There were hints of the younger man's own desideratum lingering just beneath their wondrous color, which he remembered seeing countless times before, and even then Chrollo knew he had to hold himself back.
There was a questioning look in the blond's demeanor, one that tugged roughly at Chrollo's heart once again. As much as he ached, reacting now would only incite Kurapika prematurely.
"While I am pleased to hear how much faith you have in me and the fact that you entrust I will be fine on my own, one thing I will say is that you also have to remain in control." Leaning down, he brushed his lips against Kurapika's ear. "You aren't the only one who worries."
Kurapika felt a shiver run up his spine at the warm breath dusting over his ear, and he gasped in response, eyes closing to obscure the world around him. Every part of him drew upon the sensation and it left him wanting more. He practicallycraved the older man's touch. It was like a drug, an addiction, one that was inevitable, Kurapika finding it difficult to resist.
Yet, as much as he wanted to, despite how strong the urge was, how powerful the longing, he knew it would only end like it did every other time.
Did he really want Chrollo out of mere lust?
Never once had Kurapika believed he would fall so far from grace, and that his purity would become tainted. He was allowing the more animalistic side of him become too strong, tooimperious, and it was in that very notion which scared him. Was that what Chrollo had been trying to tell him all along? Was he desiring the older man out of the need for satisfaction than out of getting fulfillment from love?
He breathed, exhaling slowly and let his body lax, the crux of Chrollo's averment which Kurapika heard so many times before was now becoming clear. While he battled with his own emotions, struggling with his fluctuating and growing indecisiveness, Kurapika hadn't noticed the fact he was losing grip on reality and slipping further and further into the primal as opposed to the rational.
All his actions, everything which goaded him forward into immorality and with just how deep he allowed himself to fall because of his own corruption was nothing more than an unconscious need to find a substitute for all the radical changes to his life. However, recognizing that was the first step towards ensuring Kurapika would find the true meaning and purpose behind everything he felt and exactly what Chrollo meant to him.
He couldn't live in denial for the rest of his life.
"You love him, don't you?" Again, the voices rang out in his mind and Kurapika couldn't ignore them. They were right.Always right.
Reality could be so cruel.
He wanted to be closer to Chrollo than ever before. Something stirred within and Kurapika sighed as he leaned in to practically burrow his nose against the older man's neck. "Why am I surprised to hear that?" Breathing in deeply, the scent of Chrollo filled his senses. "Didn't think you cared for me, or anyone else for that matter."
Of course, it was the type of response Chrollo expected to hear Kurapika say. The younger man was still adjusting to the fact he needed to find himself and that they were slowly becoming a couple. It was only a matter of time before the blond recognized Chrollo as his partner.
Lover certainly had a nice ring to it.
"Why are you so surprised?" He questioned smiling as the blond nuzzled against the surface of his neck, enjoying the sensation it produced. "Didn't think I was capable of showing concern?" Quietly, Chrollo let one of his arms slide around Kurapika's waist, pulling the other man close. Even if he intended for that closeness to remain brief. "I am not inhuman, Kurapika."
He stilled, every part of him momentarily frozen despite the heat radiating off of Chrollo's body, even as the other man's arm had come around him, Kurapika found that he was unable to move. Those words, every syllable, every letter, just the way he said it; shock laced over the blond's features and it was then that he felt himself become abashed.
Again, Kurapika went back to every time where Chrollo had shown him nothing but compassion despite who he was and what had happened so long ago.
Things like this were just one of many Kurapika knew he would have to free himself from if he was to have any hope of finally coming to terms with his past and gain the happiness he so deserved.
"At one time, I didn't believe it and thought it was above your capability. There is so much you have done, and so many people you have hurt. Yet, with how far you have gone in showing me you are simply human, is something I cannot deny. But," Kurapika drew in deeply again, but this time, the scent of Chrollo filled his nostrils, body relaxing without hesitation as that arm grew a little tighter around his waist, holding him protectively, "why me? Why am I so special to you?"
It was undeniable onwhy, but Chrollo figured that Kurapika didn't entirely understand the reasons for wanting him as a lover rather than as an enemy. Neither of them was without their sins, or transgressions, both having committed inequities against one another. But it didn't change the fact of how Chrollo truly felt.
"Isn't it obvious?" The raven-head questioned, hand now stroking along Kurapika's side. "You're special. Unique. And beautiful. But," letting two fingers slip underneath the younger man's chin, they met at eye level, Chrollo looking down into those searching, inquisitive eyes, "something about you has changed something in me. I can't quite explain it, but being around you has given me a substance I never had before. You make me feel alive, Kurapika."
Alive. Did he really make Chrollo feel so elated?
The expression which crawled along Kurapika's visage was one of shock and sadness, but not sadness in a way one would think. Hearing those very words and just the depth of impact he had on Chrollo, and how he was inadvertently changing the man - which may be for the better - only left Kurapika feeling humbled. Once again, everything his mother had told him continued to ring true.
"You really need to move forward, don't look back. Keep walking. Never stop."
"I-" He began, yet the words died instantly in his throat and Chrollo's finger came to his lips as if to silence him, that smile Kurapika adored so much only tugged more at those plush lips.
"No need to speak. You have already proven to me how you feel even though I know you still struggle with your emotions, in time, you will come to fully accept me. I am a very patient man like I've said before. However, for now, you not hating me is good enough."
If Kurapika was astonished by Chrollo's statement, he didn't show it, but simply nodded in response and the brush of the older man's lips against his own was enough to seal that between them.
"For now," he stepped back, letting his arm fall away and instantly missed Kurapika's warmth as he returned his attention to the mansion layout which was still spread out upon the table beside them. "We should work more on the plan and continue to devise a more efficient and tactical way of retrieving the Scarlet Eyes."
Returning to the table once more, Kurapika knew that their primary focus was on obtaining the Scarlet Eyes the Mafia currently had. There would be times ahead of them to continue their discussion regarding their situation and future and even more opportunities for them to grow closer to one another.
"So, what do you propose we do in regards to the guards we know that will be positioned throughout the mansion? It's not like they are simply going to just let us walk up and take the eyes." Kurapika glanced over the schematics of the mansion's layout, searching for every entry and exit point, marking them. "Also, how do we know exactly where the eyes are held?"
Concentrating on the map himself, Chrollo slowly studied the layout of each room, memorizing every detail. He even remembered something Shalnark had told him about an area within the mansion that seemed very out of place when he last hacked into the security system to scan its design. As clever and prudent Chrollo knew the Mafia to be, keeping something as valuable as the eyes wouldn't be an item left in some meager safe in an easily accessible room. No. The Mafia were smarter than that. But a spot on the blueprint that he didn't remember aligning with the virtual layout Shalnark had sent him had Chrollo suspicious.
He wasn't quite sure how accurate the collaboration was between the videos he saw to the actual blueprints, but something was definitely off about that one room Chrollo was sure of it.
"Well, for starters, Shalnark will disable the security camera system which will allow us to slip into the mansion unobserved. Shal had also monitored the guard's movements and habits for the last few days. It seems late at night the family tends to run on a thinner patrol than during the day. Knowing the routine will definitely be beneficial." Chrollo paused for a moment, now eyeing Kurapika critically. "As for locating where the eyes are," his voice grew low, soft, "is where your chains come into play."
Looking up from the map, Kurapika fixed his attention firmly on the older man, completely bewildered by his suggestion. "My chains? How much do you know about them and what makes you think they will be useful in searching for the eyes?"
"Kurapika, you really do underestimate me, don't you?" Chrollo couldn't help the amusement that hinted voice. "I am pretty aware of your abilities and what capabilities they possess." That smile spread nearly ear to ear upon seeing the blond's bewildered expression. "One of your chains has a tracking ability, am I correct?"
How the older man knew of his chain's abilities, Kurapika couldn't help but ruminate over every possible scenario. Chrollo´s knowledge of Chain Jail would be evident from their encounter back in Yorknew. As for the rest of them… "You are correct. One of my chains has the ability to track a person, but generally if I've encountered them before." Kurapika paused, carefully watching Chrollo´s reaction. "I can also track items. It may be difficult, but since the object in question is my own… Clan's eyes, I should be able to track it." He swallowed hard, staying composed.
It was obvious to see the pain which wavered across Kurapika´s face as his voice cracked during the last of his last words. He felt that pang in his heart again and reached over to cover the Kurta's hand with his own. "Don't push yourself. There is no need to continue in opening old wounds."
Why did everything have to be so complicated, so distressing? Again, Kurapika swallowed hard, fighting back the negative emotions which threatened to overtake him. Going back now and allowing himself to give in would only serve to undoeverything he had already achieved. He had come too far to let it all go to waste.
His hand stilled beneath Chrollo's much broader one, and he felt a sudden impulse to pull it away, to revoke from the contact they were sharing. Every part of his mind was reeling with a barrage of emotions, anger threatening to resurface.
"Never look back, don't add salt to the wound. Walk. Walk forward."
Willing the urge to subside, instinctively his fingers lifted to slide between Chrollo's own digits and lacing with them. He had to remember this was a step towards a better future, a new propriety, one where he would make his mother proud, where he would live, continue their legacy and flourish. His clan may be gone, but he was not, and the one person who started him down his once desolate path was now trying to right those wrongs.
"It's just so hard." His response finally came, voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I see or hear anything that comes close to… What happened, it's always a constant reminder." Yes, Kurapika knew that his own personal ghosts would continue to haunt him if he didn't eventually concede and escape them. Remaining within that perpetual existence would only serve to further damage everything he was trying to rebuild, or what they were trying to build together. "But I am trying because I know I cannot continue on this way despite what damage has been done."
Chrollo was able to sympathize with Kurapika's sentiments for deep down, he still abhorred what he had done to Kurapika, who is a precious, beautiful and innocent angel and for that, Chrollo hated himself for it.
There were just so many ways he wished to abolish Kurapika's pain.
But all he could do was be there for Kurapika, to continue to show the younger man how much he cared and that no matter what, he would be the pillar of support the lone Kurta so desperately needed. He would do whatever it takes to comfort the blond, making it easier for him to eventually be able to release all his anguish and find the peace Kurapikadeserved.
Without a word, Chrollo searched for the small leather bound satchel he knew Kurapika tended to carry around with him and retrieved the one object the other needed. He slipped it effortlessly into the hand that had been holding his, curling the boy's fingers around it. "If anything, this should help."
Then he returned his attention back towards the map before them, knowing they needed to solidify their mission plans if they were to retrieve the eyes. The closer they got in gathering all the missing eyes, Chrollo thought, the greater the chances were of Kurapika finally being able to come to full terms and expel completely the weight of his past.
Someday Chrollo would see that ended up being the end result, for Kurapika deserved more.So much more.
Clutching to the stone, Kurapika strangely enough, felt his tension abating and like every time in the past, was able to garner a semblance of release. Chrollo really did infuse his energy into one little stone that inadvertently, eased the turmoil in his heart.
"Thank you," Kurapika said simply but he was grateful.
"Anything for you."
Keeping the special stone close, his own attention reverted back to what they were discussing prior, letting the stress taper and dissolve completely. "So… You were asking if I could potentially track the eyes? The answer to that is yes. It is possible, though considering I have never been to the location we are going to infiltrate, I cannot say for certain on its accuracy, however." Again Kurapika searched the prints, looking for anything out of the ordinary, or anything that seemed displaced, "I can get us in relative proximity, but that may be the best we can hope for."
Perhaps he would find something that Chrollo did not. So far, it just appeared they were going to be heading into this practically blind. The very idealism of walking into enemy territory without any idea of what they were up against perturbed Kurapika, for if they could complete their mission without extracting bloodshed, well that was his ultimate goal.
Unlike last time when multiple cultists had been dispatched and against his wishes, he knew Chrollo would be more than likely willing to refrain from slitting throats or decapitating anyone if they were able to complete their mission with the least amount of interference possible. Kurapika was still a bit peeved and really didn't relish the idea of a repeat in history.
"Perhaps that will be sufficient, if we can get close enough, that is. I am sure we can locate the eyes without much difficulty. It will just be the aspect of moving throughout the mansion unhindered. Which may still be possible with memorizing the patterns and cycle of movement from the guards inside." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kurapika deliberating intensely, every muscle in his visage was taut, brows knitted together as if the younger man was searching for something important, something consequential.
If anything, they would be able to increase their chances exceptionally if either of them managed to pinpoint the location of the eyes before they made their move against the Mafia.
"I still say if we can get a better idea of the mansion's current layout; pertaining it's not currently accurate with the building's original blueprints, it could make a significant difference in us finding the eyes and quickly at that. If we are able to expedite the objective, the better." Averting his eyes from the map laying before him, they affixed back on the older man, though the seriousness to his demeanor did not waver. Kurapika was very well aware that Chrollo definitely had the resources and near limitless capacity to narrow things down to the littlest detail. Finding the eyes or locating the closest proximity, if not the exact position of them should be instant child's play for him.
Unless he had been underestimating the extent of the man's competency?
That couldn't be it as the raven-head had demonstrated time and time again just how adept he was. Still, Kurapika couldn't help but feel something wasmissing from this scenario like there was more to it then what had been revealed.
Tilting his head slightly angular, Chrollo looked thoughtful; Kurapika had a point. So far, this latest operation of theirs was taking them deeper into unsafe territory, putting them at risk more than their missions, prior. Both of them knew exactly what they were walking into the moment they agreed to track down the eyes, but turning back now was not an option.Never really was.
The more practical the situation was, the better it would be for them in the end. Chrollo was aware of the blond's standpoints and principles, even if there was a darker shade to his heart.
"I think that is something I may be able to arrange." Digging into his pocket, Chrollo retrieved his cell phone and after falling silent, fingers began taping at a rapid pace, typing out a short, concise message before hitting the send button, then slipped the device back into his pocket. "From here, I think it's best that we work on several contingency plans just in case our main plan falls through."
Being equipped, that was something Chrollo knew full and well, which he agreed completely with the younger man on. If they walked into this mission ill-prepared, they were surely doomed to fail and could end up captured or worse, dead. That was something Chrollo wasn't about to let happen. He had survived so much and wasn't about to let some menial puppets within the Mafia's dominative structure get the best of him.
Hopefully, his companion saw eye to eye with him but, the younger man was rational - even if it was to an annoying extent - and would more than likely commit in going through with the idea, even if the odds were potentially against them. The expression never altered upon Kurapika's features, but the likeness of heavy contemplation flickered within his blue eyes. "All right." He responded simply, the younger man's body language speaking he was relaxed, unfettered.
"Great. I think inevitably, we will complete this task efficiently and have the eyes before we know it. Regardless of what may come our way, we have to retain focus and see this through. I intend to see you retrieve the eyes as I've said and I mean it." Turning away from the table and its contents, Chrollo raised an arm to place the palm of his hand upon Kurapika's shoulder, "How about we get dinner after we finish here? I think a decent meal and a change in the atmosphere may do you some good, especially considering how things have been, lately."
The weight of Chrollo's hand upon his shoulder brought him from the dredge within his thoughts and he turned completely to look the older man in the eyes, still uncertain how Chrollo was able to remain soconfident. Kurapika had his doubts, but abjuring from proceeding towards his goal wasn't an option. He would see to his promise, and his vows regardless of circumstance.
Then and only then Kurapika would rest and proceed on with his life.
"Will your life include Chrollo? Do you see him in your future?"
"Will you be able to accept him completely?"
So many questions, so few answers. The voices continued to play in his mind, their constant presence and the buzz of their intonation enough to keep him analytic. It wasn't growing easier for Kurapika. At least, certain aspects of his situation. Finding what he truly wanted would be the key to sorting out his problems.
Sighing, Kurapika capitulated; the sound of a nice meal and change in scenery was enticing. He had been so tired lately and constantly unremitting; he definitely needed an interlude from their current pace.
"The idea actually sounds nice. Besides, I am sick of starting at hotel walls, to be honest."
Chrollo was able to feel the young Kurta relax, the notion of accepting his proposal made a smile appear on his lips. The younger man was so high strung and needed to loosen up a bit. That hand tightened ever so slightly on Kurapika's shoulder and instinctively, the tips kneaded into the flesh beneath. When the blond closed his eyes and let a soft gasp escape his throat, it was then the raven-head took the opportunity to glide behind him, his free hand now positioned on Kurapika's other shoulder.
"You are also tense again," Chrollo uttered, making slow, circular movements along the surface of Kurapika's shoulders, feeling the younger man's skin beneath his fingertips due to the tank top he wore. Every muscle within was taut, stiff, the rigidity clear in the way Kurapika reacted. He could feel the knots building within the Kurta's body, a clear sign that his companion had indeed, been under a lot of duress.
Each sweep, and stroke he made only caused the younger man to gasp or sigh, Kurapika seeming to thoroughly enjoy the sensation.
"Why do I always like it when you do these things?" He questioned, finding that he had come to rest against the older man's chest, head laying in the crook of Chrollo's neck and own shoulder. "The last time you did this it was enjoyable."
This time, Chrollo couldn't help but be coy, "Perhaps you just like it when my hands are on you."
"Smug bastard," Kurapika replied sarcastically, though there was a hint of playfulness to his eyes, swinging his leg to the side just enough to jab Chrollo in the shin. "Don't allow your ego to get too swollen."
Chuckling, the older man pulled Kurapika back and flush against him, causing the blond's head to tilt upwards slightly, "I don't see you complaining about it, though." And dipped down to take Kurapika's lips with his own, kissing the younger man slowly, tenderly, the taste of him upon those svelte-like mounds. Each time they were like this Chrollo was constantly reminded of why he had fallen for the wily Kurta.
"You're right, I don't." He whispered against Chrollo's lips when they broke apart long enough to breathe. "I have no reason to."
They just stood there, lips moving against one another in a slow, yet tangible dance, Chrollo's fingers working mindlessly along Kurapika's shoulders. The attention made him continuously melt against the touches, his back resting steadily, fully against the older man's frame.
When the need to separate came, it was then Kurapika looked directly into Chrollo's eyes, seeing something in them he didn't remember noticing before. The longer he peered into their fathomless depths, the more he felt a cord being struck within, causing a sensation to rise throughout the entirety of his being. Just the way the older man looked at him, it was almost as if there was a vein of imploration, but also with a hint of sadness. It was like he was staring at a near mirror image of himself, an almost perfect reflection of someone, broken…Torn. Again, he felt a stirring in his gut and he reached for Chrollo, hand coming to rest on his cheek.
Warmth bloomed through him when the older man placed one of his hands over Kurapika's and nuzzled against his palm. The moments stretched into near infinity, but neither of them had made any motion to talk.
"Kurapika…" Chrollo murmured against the blond's skin, enjoying its silky feel. "You really do make me feel alive and give me every reason to detest this world less and less. So long as you remain within it."
He couldn't believe what he just heard but, he softened upon hearing the words, completely astonished with how the older man was being. Never had Kurapika anticipated Chrollo being so open, bearing his heart as he was. It was something he had imagined the other had been wanting to do but neglected out of either fear or worry. Kurapika was inclined to believe the latter.
Was Chrollo really changing? Was the person before him the same one who had spurned the world and ended countless lives? He almost believed he was starting a complete and total stranger.
There was no way Kurapika could renounce Chrollo now. Not when he was like this, appearing so lost, so broken.
Just like him.
"I am here and I don't plan to go anywhere," Kurapika affirmed, and placed a gentle kiss to the side of Chrollo's jaw, thumb rubbing over his cheek. "That I can promise."
One of the things that had been absent from most of Chrollo's life was the feel of any real love, compassion or empathy, having only known cruelty, violence, and insouciance. All the stoicism had become so endemic that it left Chrollo believing there was no humanity left in the world and thus, he only became emotionally detached and indifferent.
However now, standing before this angel, this precious blond with his beautiful face and caring eyes, the very same that Chrollo couldn't help but get so wound up within was showing him a more tender, benevolent side that he didn't remember the boy ever showing.
At first, he thought it was something straight from his imagination, but as that lithe body pressed more firmly, yet, comfortingly against his own and that hand remained placed on his cheek with the thumb stroking over his skin ever so lightly, Chrollo couldn't help but feel as if every vision he had of humanity was nothing but opaque. For Chrollo was lucky and happened to find that one precious diamond in the rough.
"That is something I am pleased to hear." Yes, Chrollo thought, he could get used to this. "And I will hold you to it, Kurta."
Kurapika raised his eyebrow at the comment, but Chrollo simply smirked at him, placing a quick, chaste kiss to those lips he so adored.
"We should probably finish working on our strategy. I plan on hitting these fuckers tomorrow night."
"Right." Kurapika couldn't help but feel amused. Chrollo really was different, his personality now vast from when he first met him in Yorknew. Seeing the older man like this…
His heart began to thump rapidly in his chest and it was then Kurapika had begun to realize just how much the older manactually meant to him.
"Also I am starving. Once we finish, I will take you out somewhere nice to eat."
Smiling at Chrollo's rather peculiar enthusiasm, Kurapika raised one hand to swipe his digits through those raven-hued tresses, pushing the strands aside and exposing the cross-shaped tattoo on his forehead. As strange as it was, the blond couldn't help but be intrigued by it. Gently, he brushed his fingertips over it, tracing its outline. "Never thought you could be so eager." Kurapika mused, enjoying the buoyancy in the atmosphere.
This was just another reason why Chrollo found himself growing more and more attached to Kurapika by the day. The younger man was everything he wanted and needed.
"That's only because you are here." Chrollo intoned, contented in seeing Kurapika so lively, so spirited. If things kept on the trajectory they were, then it was only a matter of time before the younger man realized just what life could be and exactly what Chrollo could really offer him. Kurapika deserved the best and even if he really wasn't superlative, there wasn't anything the older man wouldn't do to give Kurapika theworld.
Pulling away, Kurapika tried to conceal the flush which was crawling up along his neck, feeling completely bashful, but from the way Chrollo was looking at him and with just how broad that damnable smile got on his lips, there was just no winning the battle. So he settled for punching the other in the shoulder and immediately turned from Chrollo's direct line of sight. "Smug bastard." He repeated again, finding that he enjoyed the attention more than not. "We really should finish as you said."
Kurapika was indeed, cute when he was flustered. "Yes. I agree." They really needed to stop getting distracted.
So they spent the next hour pouring over various maps, ideas, and strategies, concocting every possible method for retrieving the eyes from the Moretti family mansion. It was to be one of their biggest jobs and Chrollo wanted to ensure that everything went as smoothly as possible.
The streets of Nappon where bustling as ever. People flooded through the boulevards, most in a hurry to get to their destination, or just so they could find someplace warm. Thick blankets of white lined the ground in majestic grandeur, its pristine surface almost as pure like that of the untainted heavens above, giving everything a semblance of bearing celestial elegance. Even the buildings with their bright lights and flashing signs, storefronts practically shining with glamor, it was a sight to practically behold. No one would have ever grasped the concept that one of the more prominent Mafia families ran right beneath the people's noses.
As established as Nappon was, Chrollo had only ever heard of the famous city, never getting the chance to visit it, much less explore it for what riches it may have to offer. Still, as he meandered the streets, observing every detail down to the minuscule, he couldn't help but feel impressed.
There was an itch in the back of his mind to take advantage of the opportunity while they were still in the city to see what treasures may be found, but every now and then, the younger man walking beside him had cast sidelong glances in his direction, almost as if Kurapika knew what he had been thinking, and each time, Chrollo decided to push the thought from his mind. Inwardly he sighed; it was hard avoiding the impulse as old habits die hard. He was still a thief by nature and ceasing that part of him was something he was uncertain if he would be able to do. Especially since he lead the infamous Genei Ryodan.
But for now, he would refrain from such activities, not while he was with Kurapika. Proving to the young Kurta that he was someone who could be trusted and was worth being with was enough of a reason for him to forget about that part of him.For now at least.
"It's so damn cold." He heard Kurapika grump beside him, the boy's cheeks tinted in red from the chill in the air. "Can't wait to get somewhere warm."
Kurapika was indeed, a child of the forest who was only exposed to warm climates, being in cooler regions seemed to make the blond irritable. Chrollo felt something brush along his arm and noticed the gap between he and Kurapika had closed, the younger man now practically against him as they walked.
Chrollo grinned and slipped an arm around the Kurta's waist, drawing the other against him. "Is that any better?" He questioned, watching Kurapika impishly.
Blue eyes met grey and Kurapika only frowned, puffs of white expelling from his mouth as he breathed out. "Shut up." He groaned, mood souring. "And stop looking at me like that."
So feisty. Kurapika´s sass only enthralled Chrollo more, the amusement in his expression never wavering. He simply held onto Kurapika, offering to warm the boy up.
The older man's insistence in remaining silent only caused Kurapika to become more sullen, and he sighed. "Yes. It's better." He continued, this time voice mellow.
"Good," Chrollo responded, voice smooth, and leaned down to kiss the top of Kurapika´s head. "We are almost there, anyway. Just a little bit further."
It was only a few more blocks before they reached the one restaurant Chrollo had found which seemed to have interesting food, his pallet open to trying new delicacies. Both of them stopped outside a moderately looking building with a fancy sign and ornately carved wooden doors. Chrollo opened them for the younger man, gesturing for him to proceed inside where it was dimly lit with a low resonance of chatter in the air.
It was subtle, yet also majestic around the fairly large restaurant. Nothing as extravagant as other places Chrollo had taken him before, but it was luxurious enough without being too posh that Kurapika felt relaxed in the calming environment. He adjusted the collar of his button up shirt as a waiter had come to assist them.
They were led amid rows of white linen-clothed tables, while candles sitting inside delicately cut jars flickered serenely from their surfaces, emitting a pleasant glow. Finally, they were brought to the back where it was a little more isolated from the rest of the establishment.
Taking a seat across from Chrollo, he surveyed the rest of the patrons around the room, most were either talking among themselves or enjoying a quiet meal. Once Chrollo was settled, the waiter watched them with anticipation for their orders. "Can I get you anything to drink, sir?"
"A bottle of your best wine and two glasses for my companion and I." He responded charmingly, eyeing Kurapika from his peripheral vision.
"Right away, sir." The spindly man placed two menus down before them and backed away, bowing, and leaving them to make their choices.
"You really are not frugal in any way are you?" Chrollo turned towards the beautiful blond man sitting across from him, looking into those eyes thoughtfully.
"Only the best for you."
Kurapika shook his head in disbelief, still unable to figure out the enigma that was Chrollo Lucifer. But he hid his smile behind the menu as he lifted it to scan its choices. There were so many different types of dishes; many he had never heard of. But he settled on something called Lobster Thermidor that came with a nice salad on the side. It looked good despite he never had Lobster before, much less anything else that came from the sea.
He lowered the menu and peered from over the rim. Chrollo was engrossed in scanning its surface, expression contemplative. The blond watched him carefully, almost riveted by how gorgeous the older man looked with his face illuminated, yet partially shadowed by the candlelight.
The way the flame played along his features made Chrollo appear esthetic. Kurapika couldn't help but stare, his eyes watching the other intently until the leather-bound item was lowered and Chrollo was now watching him, intrigue crossing his features.
Quickly, the younger man turned away in a pathetic attempt to conceal the suffusion of crimson that started to bloom across his cheeks, though such was only accentuated by the flicker of the candle beside them, making Kurapika's face appear to be glowing.
A low chuckle told him that the older man was amused by the scene but it only caused the color to just deepen on his skin. Damn Chrollo for doing this to him.
"Did you find something that sounded appealing?" The question startled Kurapika briefly, but he regained his composure instantly and swallowed thickly, willing himself to face the man across from him once more.
"Yes." He spoke slowly after a long pause, feeling enfeebled by just how intensive and powerful, yet alluring Chrollo's gaze was. Whenever the raven-haired man with his interminable grey eyes let them fall upon him, the younger man found himself utterly impotent, completely taken by the power they held over him. Again, Kurapika swallowed thickly, almost like he was a prey caught by the sights of a predator, but Chrollo was nothing of the sort.
He settled the object on the table, features softening, "I personally have found something of interest. It's called Steak Au Poivre. Definitely a dish I have yet to try." Chrollo let the words spill from his lips and continued speaking, though he was fully aware of Kurapika's unease. The blond always seemed to fidget when they made firm eye contact. "What is it you are wishing to order?"
Shaking off his temporary passivity, Kurapika drew in heavy on the oxygen in the air, his lungs burning slightly, "Something called Lobster Thermidor. Never had anything else besides fish since its what we caught from the rivers that ran through Lusko."
There was so much of the world Kurapika had yet to experience, whilst Chrollo himself had the chance to explore its secrets and splendor which lay hidden within. Inwardly, Chrollo made a solemn vow to show Kurapika the world and make him a king.
"Ah yes. I have heard many good things about that dish, specifically lobster. It's a rare delicacy. I am sure you will enjoy it."
Shortly thereafter, the waiter returned with their wine and Chrollo placed their orders. Cracking the bottle open, he dispensed the plum looking liquid into the two glasses they were given and the raven-head was pleasantly sipping on the contents, silently musing over everything they had to do so far, especially their upcoming mission to hit the Moretti family.
It wasn't long before they were eating quietly, Chrollo stealing glances at Kurapika every now and then. The Kurta remained focused on his meal as he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the food.
However, the silence which had descended between them was brief and they both found themselves engaging in lighthearted conversation, Kurapika smiling and laughing like he was having the grandest time of his life. Witnessing the younger man acting so carefree, so insouciant made Chrollo believe that it was just another step in the right direction to making the blond comfortable with him and thus, easier for Kurapika to slip into their budding relationship.
After having dessert, they made their way back towards the hotel, Kurapika still acting jovial and beaming, forgetting about the cold and not once did a complaint arise. It was a different side to the younger man that Chrollo never recalled seeing before, but was satisfied it happened nonetheless. At one point, he felt fingers slip between his own as Kurapika had taken his hand, the warmth he felt was just so sedating. It was unexpected, but Chrollo was once again, surprised by the boy's actions and humored him by grasping firmly to that hand.
Just being close to Kurapika made his heart flutter in his chest.
It was a feeling that Chrollo realized he wished to experience for the rest of his life.
Chrollo had decided to settle on the plush couch within their hotel room and immerse himself in the richness of a good book before deciding to retire for the night, finding that literature was one of the things he really liked indulging in.
Little in the world was of great value to him, despite the many things he stole and countless items trafficked, finding that only the most recherché was something he ever thought worthy of hoarding for himself. He was a simple man down to the very basics of human want and need, having almost no desire for things he designated as unnecessary.
Now, the scales have tipped in favor of something different, making Chrollo privy towards his now changing habits.
Which was all due to one very particular blond.
When the couch dipped from additional weight, Chrollo glanced over his shoulder to notice that Kurapika had joined him. The blond had been sitting on the small chair across the room from him, absorbed by his own book for what seemed like hours. But now the younger man was sitting beside him and exceptionally close, their arms virtually brushing against one another.
Setting his book aside Chrollo diverted his attention fully on Kurapika, though he didn't stop the pleased expression which crawled over his face.
"I was just… Growing bored sitting by myself."
As usual, Kurapika wasso terrible at lying. But Chrollo refrained from saying anything and only altered his positioning slightly to allow the other in coming closer, knowing damn full and well that was what the younger man wanted. "You are always more than welcomed to join me." And just as predicted, Kurapika had come to rest against him, head laying on his shoulder.
Old memories; the flash of a time when the younger man had curled up against him, falling asleep while in his lap had crossed his mind, and he watched as Kurapika essentially repeated the event, making Chrollo fall intocomplacency.
Without hesitation, Chrollo slid an arm around the boy's waist, fingers coming to rest at his hip, tips stroking ever so lightly at the barely exposed skin just above the hem of his pants. He felt Kurapika shiver as a sigh exited his throat. Yet, the intonation was more of a barely audible gasp, causing Chrollo to nuzzle against the Kurta's golden crop, hiding the grin that accented his lips.
"I just wanted company is all." Kurapika finally added, the petulance in his voice was unmistakable.
Chrollo hummed, fingers continuing their attention over the blond's porcelain hued skin as they trekked along in repetition, caressing the area tenderly. Why Kurapika always felt the need to circumvent the truth in such simple situations, the older man didn't think he'd quite understand. Nonetheless, down to the core of it all, the blond was perfect to him and in every way.
"Are you sure that's all you wanted?" Chrollo asked in mirth as he playfully teased the boy. His hand slipped a little more inward, riding beneath the white T-shirt Kurapika now wore, fingers glossing over the younger man's stomach.
Kurapika's breath hitched in his throat, eyes closing instantly, "Why do you always doubt me?"
"Because you're still a terrible liar?" There, he said it. Chrollo couldn't help himself. Kurapika was just too cute when he was like this.
The Kurta scoffed at the accusation and punched Chrollo again, but this time in the older man's side, while not being gentle about it. "You're such a jerk, you know that?"
The impact caused the raven-head to grunt in astonishment, but the demeanor soon melted into that of impishness. "You still love me, anyway."
Such vainglory. Kurapika rolled his eyes and exhaled in exasperation. Chrollo could be such an ass at times, but he neglected to admit what the older man spoke was the truth. Regardless of how asinine Chrollo could be, it didn't change his opinion or how he felt about the other.
He did indeed, love Chrollo. Or, was falling in love with him.
"I'm tired." Kurapika murmured, the palm of his hand masking the yawn that soon followed.
Slowly, those fingers caressed over the warm, soft flesh of Kurapika's stomach, tracing each outline and sinew that lined his abdomen, enjoying the sensation it produced. "You really should rest, we have a big day ahead of us," Chrollo responded quietly, though inwardly he didn't wish to break contact with the younger man as he was enjoying the closeness and touch.
Without warning, Kurapika lowered himself down, his lithe body now laying on the couch, as his head came to rest upon Chrollo's lap, golden tresses fanning out about his head. Closing his eyes, breathing slowed while he was able to hear the rhythmic beating of his own heart. "I think I will be fine right here."
Kurapika, this angel, this heavenly and precious being never ceased to amaze him, always leaving Chrollo in admiration. Removing his hand from beneath the younger man's shirt, it came to rest amid those silken tendrils, carding through them tenderly, listening as Kurapika's breathing slowly even out, and after a while, knew he had fallen asleep.
He sat there for a long time, not wanting to move, nor to disturb the younger man who was laying in his lap, the sound of Kurapika's breathing only causing a lull to happen in Chrollo. "It's of no wonder how you were able to captivate me." He whispered, fingers parting those locks ever so slightly and gently. "And why I am now finding myself wanting to love you."
Even when Chrollo felt himself begin to tire, body relaxing, mind content, he didn't stop stroking the blond's hair, enjoying the vague glow that appeared to radiate around that golden head. Kurapika really was beautiful in every way.
"I hope you never stray, Kurapika."
And he watched Kurapika long into the night as the Kurta slumbered peacefully.
After Thoughts: Well it seems our boys are proceeding on nicely with collecting the Scarlet Eyes, which is ultimately bringing them together. Even if slowly. It still seems as if Kurapika is struggling with understanding exactly how he feels, or I should say, struggling with understanding exactly what Chrollo means to him despite Chrollo's confession. But that won't last for too long, for it seems our precious blondie is beginning to see the picture.
Only a few chapters remain before the next big event. :D