Requiem of Fate

by Laviente

A novel tale of how incidentally, the ever devote and loyal Kurapika and the lawless, cold and criminal mastermind, Chrollo Lucifer come to realize just how intertwined and linked their lives really are.

20. Bella Notte

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Kurapika stood on the deck of their hotel, a cup of coffee in hand as he had been slowly sipping the contents and watching the sun rising in the east. He had a lot on his mind, and his thoughts were being occupied by the events which happened over the last few days. Of course, there were the few victories they had, along with the latest pair of Scarlet Eyes he obtained. However, Kurapika had the greatest proclamation, one that radically changed his life and brought him closer to the one whom he would never have thought possible.

It was still hard to believe. Even now, Kurapika wasn't sure how things had managed to turn out the way it had, and yet, he refused to continue in questioning it, for doing so would only lead to more unanswered questions.

There was no need. Kurapika had already made his confessions. Both he and Chrollo had come to realize just exactly what they had been denying. At least, he had. Kurapika suspected that Chrollo held feelings towards him for a long time, but never enacted on it. He had been torn with his emotions and filled with uncertainty, the conflict between his convictions and letting go had kept him from releasing all his animosity in favor of seeking revenge.

Now, everything had come together. Kurapika was finally able to see, ready to let go. Everything that his mother and his clan told him, along with all their affirmations had sunk in deeply. He had to survive, he had to move on, and live. To deny that now would be a grave injustice.

Of course, there was still the mutual building of trust and learning to let go of the past entirely. Kurapika knew he still had a lot of baggage and forgetting was impossible, but learning to forgive? Well, there was a lot of time for that.

Before anything, Kurapika needed to come to terms with himself. If he was to face the one person he had finally come to love so they could forge something special, Kurapika knew doing so wouldn't be feasible if he didn't accept what happened between them in the past as nothing but a distant memory and only face the future. It wasn't easy or something that could be erased overnight, but Kurapika had allowed himself to begin healing, which was the first step in the process of taking their relationship further.

Perhaps he had once been reluctant in doing so, but now, he couldn't have been happier.

A smile slowly crept over his lips at the fondness of the thought, and it was enough for him to feel at ease and at peace. Kurapika couldn't remember a time when he had actually been able to just enjoy the simplicities of life, his own hate had driven him to practical insanity. But now, he was finally able to let go of his regrets and the binding negativity.

Releasing all of that weight, and the burden it had was so much of a relief. There were times when it made him feel like he was suffocating, the sensation of drowning only making him perpetuate in a constant vicious cycle of destitution.

By coming to that conclusion and allowing himself to see the truth that his current way of life would have only ended in despair was enough for him to break the cycle and be free. It definitely was something that was a long time in coming.

Accepting his new path, one that perhaps destiny had ultimately chosen for him had become the most obvious choice, or at least, the best one. Looking back, well that was something he didn't want to do. Returning to how life was for him, Kurapika couldn't bring himself to do it. Too long he had wallowed in sorrow, and what Chrollo had given him, just the harmony he now felt which had been something long absent from his life was one thing he couldn't just toss away.

Being able to actually feel was exhilarating, like a great weight had been lifted and finally dismissing all his trepidation had been the best thing he had done. No longer did his heart beat in anguish and pain but in the very name of the one who became his salvation and liberator.

Kurapika was finally able to breathe.

Warn arms slid around his waist and pulled him flush against a sturdy frame, the sensation of a muscular chest being pressed to his back made Kurapika sigh in contentment.

"You're up early." Chrollo´s breath dusted over his ear as he whispered in it causing the Kurta to shiver.

"Couldn't sleep." The blond hummed, slender hands came to rest upon the man's forearms after setting the mug aside. "Besides, the sunrise is beautiful." He added and laid his head back against Chrollo´s chest.

Letting a smile cross his own lips, Chrollo burrowed his nose into the younger man's crop of golden hair, inhaling the Kurta's scent. "It's not as beautiful as you are." He tried to conceal his amusement against those fine strands, shifting slightly as Kurapika punched him playfully in the arm.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Kurapika cooed and turned around within the older man's arms to face him, a look of allure flashing beneath deep-set blue eyes. "But don't let that notion get to your head."

Slender hands rose to cup the sides of Chrollo´s face as Kurapika drew himself up to press his lips against those firm ones he loved so much, drawing Chrollo into a soft, yet tantalizing kiss. The eager Kurta wasted no time enhancing the sensation, his mind already hazing from just the man's scent alone as he nibbled on Chrollo´s bottom lip, tongue pressing against them and begging for entrance. Kurapika wasn't surprised when Chrollo granted him admittance as his tongue was captured instantly by his partner's, both appendages tangling wildly.

The flavor of coffee mixed with vanilla dusted over his taste buds, Kurapika easily reveling in the sweet taste it produced. He made a small whimper in the back of his throat, deepening the kiss as Chrollo´s hands began stroking along his spine

Pulling away momentarily, Chrollo let his lips brush against Kurapika´s, "But, what if it already has?" He chuckled before diving back in and recapturing the blond's mouth, this time, his tongue darted inside to explore the warmth within.

Kurapika found himself left speechless with how ferocious and hungry the kiss was, the sensation leaving him dizzy and innervated. "Then, I will just have to make sure you don't stop."

How eager Kurapika was being only continued to impress, yet, please Chrollo.

What kept the older man enmeshed was the difference in the blond's approach, or, his motive. At first, he felt the blond's intent was being done out of apathetic dissonance, that Kurapika only wanted to follow out of impulse rather than congeniality. Each time he tried to get close and draw him in, the deeper in mendacity Kurapika fell, successfully pushing Chrollo away.

Not that he didn't like watching as the indomitable Kurta slowly fall apart and become unraveled, the corruption growing strong. But there was also the fact that Chrollo believed Kurapika would have never even given it a second thought to even consider any form of relationship with him if he didn't legitimately earn the younger man's heart.

The more he looked back on it, not only did Chrollo feel satisfaction for winning the blond over as he did, but he also felt a sense of completion at finding out that in the end, Kurapika loved him back.

At one time he wanted to see Kurapika dead and put a final end to the Kurta line once and for all. He even considered exploiting the younger man for his own gain. Now, he only wanted to wrap the boy up in his arms and keep him close, never letting go.

There was still no denying that Chrollo hated himself for all the turmoil and misery he caused Kurapika. It was something that the older man concluded he would have to live with every day. At times it haunted Chrollo even into his dreams where those faces were inescapable, pursuing him almost relentlessly. In the end, he knew there was just no escaping it.

Long ago Chrollo realized the fact that he wouldn't change his decision, even if he were given a chance to do so, as selfish as it seemed. If he hadn't done what he did, Chrollo truly believed he and Kurapika may have never met.

Not that the circumstances under which they met would have made the situation any less arduous, regardless of the decision he made. What was done, was done and despite the misfortune, there was no going back. There was no changing the past, and there was no need to dwell upon it. Chrollo still had his regrets, that wasn't going to change. But one thing he realized was the fact that he and Kurapika were just two broken people who needed each other.

And he intended to make the boy as happy as possible, no matter what it took.

"Kurapika," Chrollo uttered in a raspy tone, grabbing his lover's attention, but lost the ability to continue speaking thereafter. His breath was hot and fervid against the lock he shared with Kurapika as his lips worked seamlessly, yet desperately along the blond's own, even though it seemed the younger man was readily matching him move for move.

Suppressing his negative thoughts, he focused on the here and now, on the boy in his arms and the heat that swelled around them. Again, the need for air caused them to break the kiss once more, but this time, only so Chrollo could find purchase along Kurapika's delicate, but vulnerable neck.

Slowly he began to deliver kisses up along the expanse of flawless skin, the feel of it was silky and pleasant to the touch before reaching the area just below the blond's ear where he inevitably, bit down.

What Chrollo thought would have caused a negative response from the Kurta had earned him a throaty groan, instead. Kurapika arched up against him as the younger man's arms had come around his back, fingers gripping tight into the fabric of the strange ebony top he wore. The reaction he got from Kurapika caused him to feel pleased, and he smiled against the boy's skin.

He felt Kurapika shiver against him and mumble something incoherent, but he continued with his attention to the younger man's neck before slowly motioning back to Kurapika's chin once he was satisfied with the mark he left behind. Chrollo had no reservations about marking him now for he wanted the world to know exactly who Kurapika belonged to.

The love he held for the boy ran deep, and it was something he vowed to never let go of, "I like the sound of that," he uttered as he reached Kurapika´s chin, adorning it with unbridled kisses, "but I had any plans on stopping, anyway." One thing he knew was just how important and vital his relationship with Kurapika was.

Indeed, he was fortunate, and because of this, it gave Chrollo a semblance of appreciation where the blond was concerned. Having sacrificed his convictions, even his morality was something else that made him admire the boy and knowing Kurapika desired to be with someone like him only made it more special.

Sighing, Chrollo paused in his ministrations as he reached Kurapika's lips once more, kissing the younger man tenderly before looking into those blue eyes he adored so much. It was then he could see exactly the true meaning of what they shared for nothing but devotion and affection shone within them.

Even then, Kurapika was able to sense the emotions radiating off of the man before him. Who held him so tight and vowed to never let go. Perhaps it was overwhelming, and he was still struggling to understand the magnitude of it all, but one thing Kurapika didn't have concerning his decision was regret.

He only smiled as Chrollo had paid attention to his neck, leaving sweltering kisses that did nothing but haze his mind and enhance his drive. Every part of his body reacted almost on instinct, and despite how eager it may have appeared, truth be told Kurapika only yearned for Chrollo now out of the love he felt. At one time, that might not have been the case but now -

Lover had such a nice ring to it and didn't seem so bad after all.

It was safe to say that was how Kurapika saw Chrollo now. Affirming the older man was his partner, his boyfriend, even lover didn't make him recoil in disgust anymore, but it made him feel a sense of exuberance.

Falling into the moment, Kurapika allowed himself the time to enjoy the attention he was receiving from the most gorgeous man to ever exist. Being with someone and finally knowing what it felt like to love someone and be loved was the greatest sensation after all.

Kurapika wouldn't change a thing.

"Really now. How is it I knew that is what you were going to say?" Letting his arms slide up, Kurapika hooked them around Chrollo´s shoulders, hands coming to rest just above them. He stood there, breathing slowly as he looked intently into his lover's eyes, the rhythm of his heart calm, but steady. Silence descended between them briefly before Kurapika leaned back in to nibble on Chrollo´s ear just above his strange green earring. "But then again, it's expected."

Something pressed against him and Kurapika realized the older man had lowered his own hands down to his ass and was squeezing it firmly, causing Kurapika to swallow back a throaty moan. The instance only made his cheeks flush, but his body reacted without hesitance or care. How Chrollo touched him now, it seemed Kurapika couldn't get enough of.

Watching the younger man become so intent made Chrollo feel gratified, but the energy Kurapika exuded wasn't just of want and desire, but love and fondness as well. They now shared a deep, emotional connection, and it was because of that Chrollo was inclined to allow the Kurta to proceed as he wished.

One of his hands found its way amid Kurapika´s golden tresses as he carded gently through it, his expression looking thoughtful, "Did you ever doubt me?" Chrollo purred as his other hand kept its grip on Kurapika´s ass and squeezed it again for emphasis. He no longer felt restricted in touching the boy's body since they were now lovers. "I thought you knew me better." Chrollo made no effort in concealing his amusement.

On the other hand, Kurapika had noticed and to combat his lover's impish behavior, he reacted with his own, "What makes you suspect I ever doubted you?" He began, but this time it was Kurapika who took advantage of the situation and leaned in to place several heated kisses along the juncture between the older man's neck and shoulder before motioning up to bite down just below his throat. Kurapika could hear Chrollo gasp and the sensation it produced made the blond shiver in delight. Oh, how he enjoyed moments like this. Being in control was fun. "I think I know you better than you give me credit for, Chrollo."

Hearing the confidence in Kurapika´s words didn't change how he felt, it was only an incentive for him to keep going as Chrollo was beginning to like how assertive his lover was being. "Is that so?" He remarked, tilting his head sideways enough to give the younger man better access to him. "And here I thought you were only acting coy with me."

So pretentious and yet, the blond was enjoying their little escapade. Not that Chrollo wasn't relishing in the contact they had or the sensation it was producing.

Using the opportunity, Kurapika drew his mouth up along the pulse that raced beneath his lover's tanned skin, delivering nips and bites along the way as he left his own marks in his wake. If anything, it would profess just how much Chrollo meant to him and that Chrollo belonged to him as much as he belonged to Chollo.

It was intriguing, even amazing with just how eager Kurapika was and something Chrollo never expected.

As Kurapika reached the base of Chrollo´s jaw, he let a smile of his own grace over pale lips before he suckled hard on the tender area to leave one last mark on that strong chin. "Not like you're complaining." Slowly, Kurapika leaned in, lips just barely touching Chrollo´s own, his lurid blue eyes briefly flashing a brilliant scarlet. "But even if you did," abruptly, he pulled himself completely flush against the older man, feeling the entirely of his lover against him, "I could give you other things to occupy your mind."

The animalistic, predatory gaze that crawled over Kurapika´s expression was enough to bring a wide grin to Chrollo´s lips - it wasn't every day he witnessed a wild, demanding Kurta.

He squeezed those firm cheeks a little harder before pulling his hand away and admired Kurapika in all his radiant glory. Without warning, Chrollo seized those succulent lips one last time in a passionate kiss, indulging in his lover's taste before reluctantly separating from Kurapika.

Chrollo didn't like the fact he had to break away from the sensual contact he was sharing with Kurapika, but one thing the older man didn't forget was the fact they had infiltrated a prominent Mafia family the night before, and he suspected that they would be searching for the intruders and the missing eyes. It wouldn't be long before they would be linked to the crime.

Time was literally of the essence in their case, and Chrollo didn't fancy the idea of remaining in Nappon for longer than necessary. Considering they had practically invoked the Mafia's ire, he knew that they would have to be continually looking over their shoulders. Anyone who attacks them or steals from them gets put on their permanent shit list. Of course, Chrollo knew he and his Spiders could easily handle the Mafia, especially with how quickly they were dispatched in Yorknew along with their dons. But the thought of being dogged by the Mafia, especially after two hits on them by the infamous leader of the Genei Ryodan wasn't something he was keen on.

Chrollo was confident his latest infraction had definitely grabbed their attention.

He was also confident that considering the ties Kurapika held with them as well now also made the boy a viable target.

Not to say Chrollo wasn't convinced his lover wouldn't be able to handle himself and be well prepared in the event the Mafia tried to move against him. The thought of anyone coming after Kurapika arose a strange sensation in him and Chrollo could feel his own anger beginning to rise. For a split second, he wanted to pull the intrepid blond into his arms and keep him locked away from the world, to form a protective cage around him and never let go.

In the back of his mind, he wanted to brutalize anyone who even laid a finger on Kurapika, for Chrollo knew he was possessive, and anyone that came between him and what he valued most was enough to spark his wrath. It was no different in the younger man's case. Kurapika was unique, and he loved the boy; it was enough for Chrollo to keep him safe.

Taking a deep breath, Chrollo calmed himself - losing control now wasn't the answer. His focus returned to the one before him as his smile returned.

"I would love that," he began, and instantly his thoughts turned back to the time when Kurapika had come to his hotel room and confessed he was still a virgin. The thought of still being Kurapika's first enthralled Chrollo greatly. "But as much as I would love to take you up on that offer," knowing that his refusal to give into Kurapika's desire again would surely anger his lover, so he settled on defusing that scenario by kissing the Kurta on his pouty lips, "we really should be thinking of getting out of Nappon as soon as possible." There would be plenty of time for them to indulge in the art of intimacy.

Another vision of Kurapika flashed through his mind. Bare, pale skin glistening with sweat, damp and tangled locks splayed around an unblemished visage while luscious, yet vivid scarlet eyes burned with hunger and desire as his chest rose and fell with each laden breath, all while the Kurta laid beneath him was a picture of near perfection.

Although as quickly as it came, the image was gone, and the memory it left behind was forever etched into Chrollo's mind.

Seeing Kurapika like that now had the older man more than interested. In the past, Chrollo had denied himself from getting too close to Kurapika for not only did he want the younger man to desire him out of love, but his own vehemence was almost too intense, and many times he had to resist the urge to just take Kurapika. Now that he had rightfully earned the blond's heart, he was more than willing to lift the restrictions he had once, placed.

To experience that kind of closeness with his lover now was something Chrollo wanted.

However, that would have to wait until they were off the Mafia's radar. For now at least.

As he predicted, Kurapika was a bit sullen but nodded in understanding. He reluctantly backed away from Chrollo and made a mental note to remember where they left off. Straightening his tabard, Kurapika tried to smooth out the wrinkles upon its dark blue surface, attempting to keep his eyes from lingering on the older man although he could feel Chrollo's gaze upon him, "You're probably right. Knowing the Mafia, they have already begun sweeping through the city. I wouldn't even be surprised if they have set up several dragnets by now. It really would be best if we leave before things become too drastic and heated."

The older man watched him intently as Kurapika tried to make himself less obvious, "My sentiments, exactly. This is another reason why we need to leave without hesitation. I would rather avoid contact with them if possible. At the current, we are in no state to deal with them. It's best we are gone before that can happen." Chrollo responded, his tone not betraying the fact that he was just as eager to be gone as Kurapika now was.

There was no getting around the fact that they needed to exit Nappon immediately or they ran the risk of encountering the Mafia, with the chance of possibly being caught. The notion didn't sit too well with Kurapika, just thinking about it after his own dealings with them was enough for him to wish in staying as far away as imaginable.

He could tell Chrollo felt the same way just by his lover's reaction alone. How that strong body tensed, the look of urgency in those fathomless grey eyes and the readiness that emanated from his energy alone. It was undeniable - lingering around for too much longer could bode massive consequences.

Kurapika also remembered the silent vow he made the night before to remove his Judgement Chain from Chrollo's heart. He needed ample time to do that, and with their dire circumstance, there just wasn't room for him to attempt it now.

The notion made him frown; his lover needed access to his Nen, for the man had been left near defenseless for long enough. The Kurta also understood this would be the first step in continuing to bind trust between them, especially after he had decided Chrollo was worthy enough of his love. But the remembrance of their encounter at the Moretti mansion and the older man's near brush with death after his fight with Valek; it was enough to solidify his decision.

With that in mind, he heeded his own advice along with Chrollo's and began quickly making preparations to leave.

Checking as per usual to ensure that everything within his luggage was secure, including the two canisters of eyes, he sealed it while looking over to see his lover doing the same. The more Kurapika thought on it, with the aspect of having already acquired three pairs of eyes along with the initial one he had gotten from the older man, having access to Chrollo's Nen may come in handy since it was already getting cumbersome in carrying the eyes around. Especially since they were running out of space to store the canisters.

With as many stolen abilities his lover must have, Kurapika was sure one of them would be sufficient enough in aiding them with handling the problem. Even though he wanted to ask Chrollo about his abilities, the blond refrained from doing so until a more appropriate time. Getting out of Nappon was a top priority. Anything else Kurapika wanted to inquire on could wait until they didn't have the threat of people wanting to kill them breathing down their necks.

Once he was finished, Kurapika stood and stretched, the stiffness in his muscles was still prevalent from their previous escapade. It had been longer then he could remember since he was able to rest and with how physical their missions have been, it came as no surprise that his body ached as bad as it did. Then a simple thought crossed his mind - he missed Chrollo's massages.

It was another mental note he made. His lover had strong hands, and when they kneaded at his muscles, it was not only relaxing but eased the tension he felt. Also, it was another excuse to get the older man's hands on him. Kurapika knew he was addicted, but he couldn't deny the way Chrollo touched him felt good.

"So, where will we be headed to next?" Kurapika dragged his suitcase towards the hotel door, watching his lover inquisitively.

The older man stood, his own luggage secure and ready, gaze fixed on Kurapika as he turned to face his lover once more. "Well, I had already gotten another lead from Shalnark. There is a minor city not far from here called Mirie that has a museum dedicated to old artifacts. Apparently, they recently acquired a pair of eyes."

Hearing the information made Kurapika take pause, the look in his eyes was a mix of confusion, to anger to eagerness. "So many people collecting my clan's eyes for either gratification or display. It's hardly fair that such a desecration of the dead can exist." He breathed in slowly, attempting to contain his swelling disgust. Each time he tried, it was as difficult as the last.

Seeing the pain resurface in Kurapika made Chrollo feel that pang of guilt well through him again and he walked over to his lover, wrapping the younger man within his arms. Knowing he was the reason Kurapika was like this made Chrollo hate himself even more.

"We'll get the eyes back. All of them. I promise." He whispered as he dipped down to kiss the blond on the top of his head, the ache in his heart returning again.

Silence descended between them and Chrollo just held onto Kurapika, the tension in the younger man's body slowly abating over time and soon, he felt the Kurta relax. Brushing a few strands of golden hair from Kurapika´s face, he looked into his lover's eyes. It was almost like Kurapika understood, and he nuzzled against Chrollo´s neck, breath dusting over the older man's skin. "I believe you." He uttered quietly before he felt the base of fingers slipping beneath his chin and lifting his head, Chrollo watching him intently.

"It pains me seeing you like this, Kurapika. I hope to one day ease the weight you feel." And Chrollo placed a gentle kiss to the boy's lips, sealing his promise to the other. "Come on. We really should get moving." He added as he drew away from Kurapika, already missing the younger man's warmth. "It's already getting late, and Mirie is about a days walk from here. Since the Mafia may already be looking for us, it's best we keep off the main roads for now."

Grabbing his own suitcase, Chrollo headed for the door, ready to be gone from the city and the Mafia.

Nodding in affirmation, Kurapika fastened his cloak on and took hold of his own luggage, just as ready to be gone as Chrollo was. If his lover's assumptions were correct along with his own suspicions, the Mafia might be checking every major exit point in Nappon, which meant getting to the airport or even obtaining a car may be near impossible. Traveling on foot was their best recourse. Kurapika was no stranger to fundamental ways of travel.

Sighing in resolution, he exited the hotel at Chrollo´s side, ready to leave Nappon and his troubles, behind.

The forests outside Nappon were rather peaceful as the sounds of birds chirping along with the low hum of wildlife created a quiet atmosphere. The canopy of trees offered cover from the sun overhead but didn't abate the light chill there was in the air. Even with the woodland allowing some reprieve from the frequent wind gusts, it didn't keep it from being felt entirely.

For hours they walked while trekking the forest floor, silence ensued between them as they were each lost to their own thoughts. The sound of crunching beneath their boots echoed loudly amid the quiet tranquility, generating an awkward sensation as neither of them had made a move to talk.

Several times Kurapika had glanced over at Chrollo, though his lover's eyes had remained focused ahead of him, staying diligent in watching the foliage surrounding them.

At one point the younger man had thought the silence was an omen that something bad was to happen as the forest was too quiet. Swallowing back his fears and suspicions, Kurapika settled for retaining his faith in the older man as he knew Chrollo was just as attentive as he was.

The sun continued to sink lower beneath the treeline as the slowly dimming light cast long shadows across the ground. Even the temperature began to slightly drop causing Kurapika to tremble.

Once the sun dipped almost to the baseline, Chrollo finally stopped as he surveyed the area around them and how late it was.

"It will be dark soon," he vocalized softly, eyes finally landing on the younger man beside him, "we should find a place to camp for the night." The way the shadows played across Chrollo´s features gave him an eerie appearance. "At dawn, we will continue our trek to Mirie."

It didn't take them long to find a suitable spot for them to rest in, Kurapika having offered to retrieve firewood while Chrollo set up the makeshift beds which they were to rest on for the night. Soon, they had a cozy fire going, and Kurapika was resting against his lover as they ate some of the rations Chrollo had brought with them when they left Nappon.

Kurapika's thoughts had soon drifted, mind becoming lost amid the remembrance of events that have occurred over the last five months since he left Yorknew and of everything that led up to the current point he was in.

It was still hard to believe that he was leaning against the one person who was now his former enemy and someone his heart found joy in. Every beat his heart now made was done in the man's very name. There were so many events that transpired and so many things that altered the critical, yet radical decisions he had made so long ago. Now there was no turning back, not that Kurapika wanted to and he was content with that.

However, amid his stray thoughts, one thing came to the forefront. It was something that had been bugging him, almost rising fear within and had practically plagued him, since. Watching the scene play out inside his head again only made him tremble, the very thought of what was precious to him being taken away left Kurapika feeling anxious and cold. There was just no way he could endure something like that again, especially with how everything was going for him. To lose all that now-.

The image of Chrollo laying on that wood floor, blood seeping from his side as two swords were being aimed at his heart flashed before his eyes again, and the pain of remembering was enough for Kurapika to settle on his decision. The weight of what happened and how it affected him was real. There was just no ignoring it, not that Kurapika intended.

Slowly he arose, lifting his head away from Chrollo's shoulder as his lover had turned to look at him inquisitively, the sound of Kurapika's own breathing echoing loudly in his ears. He could see the catechism in the older man's expression and the concern that formed beneath grey eyes, but the Kurta definitely couldn't help how he felt.

Although Kurapika struggled with the notion that he had fallen in love with the one person he had seen as an enemy for so long, Chrollo was the same person Kurapika could not see himself without. It may have been immoral for him to feel that way, but Kurapika did not care. He was past the point of worrying where his path would now take him. If this was a sin, then he was becoming sin. Nothing was going to change that fact. Kurapika had made his choice, and he wished to see this through. He wanted to be with Chrollo.

Reaching over, he cupped the older man's chin, turning his lover's head to face him completely, those grey eyes searching his own, "I think it's about time," he began, voice low, yet concise, "as there is something I should do that I should have done a long time ago."

Chrollo wasn't quite sure what his lover meant or the sudden change in the younger man's pressure, but he could sense there was a heightening in the boy's aura as the air seemed to become thick around them, almost like he was wading through water. It didn't stop the older man from being able to breathe; quite to the contrary, but seeing Kurapika distressed had Chrollo concerned, for he was fine just moments before.

However, he was curious about his lover's statement, wondering what it was Kurapika felt he needed to do.

Chrollo placed his own hand over Kurapika's much slender one as he carefully observed the boy's demeanor, "What is it that you feel that needs to be done? Aside us reaching Mirie as soon as we can, I see nothing else-"

A finger coming before his lips silenced him.

"Don't speak." Kurapika ushered, though his tone was more firm then he intended. "And just let me do this."

Without any warning, Kurapika's aura spiked and little by little, the flow ebbed off of him as it began to surround Chrollo, working its way around the older man before it completely engulfed him.

The resonating sound of Kurapika's chains announced its presence as they appeared on his right hand, its surface reflective against the fire which burned beside them. He was able to see the wonderment in the older man's eyes although he tried focusing on the task at hand. What he was about to do, it needed to be done. Should have been done, but there was no need to dwell on the past.

This was one way of proving that he would stop trying to change what he could not and to live in the here and now.

Refusing to delay any longer, Kurapika raised his hand as his energy pulsed and rushed toward Chrollo, the chain that was attached to his right pinkie dropped nearly to the floor before it snaked up to position itself in front of the older man's chest. It lingered momentarily before diving forward, the dagger disappearing once it connected with Chrollo.

Cold instantly seized Chrollo as Kurapika's Nen connected, the sensation of intense pain caused his back to arc and his eyes to widen, the entire world rapidly blurring around him. Every ounce of breath suddenly left his chest, his lungs feeling like they were on fire. At that moment, Chrollo had started to believe he was going to die, the pain becoming almost unbearable.

Time slowed down around him as everything froze and all he was able to see were Kurapika's blazing red eyes as they shone through the darkness, then nothing. The agony, the pressure, everything evaporated. It took Chrollo a while before he was able to come to grips with what happened, but the sensation of his aura flared to life, and it was then he understood.

"I released your Nen," Kurapika spoke evenly, watching as his lover's aura started to surge around him, and the elation Chrollo felt washed over him. Not once had Kurapika believed he would have found himself removing his Judgement Chain from the older man's heart, but now that he did so, the Kurta felt a sense of fulfillment and relief.

He would be haunted no longer. Kurapika had come to accept the occurrences in his life and the path he was destined to follow.

Maybe he didn't entirely understand why things were happening the way they had, but he would learn along the way. The attraction he felt, the connection he had with Chrollo was too strong, too deep to ignore. He had chosen to open his heart to the older man and give him that chance, and if they were to continue building trust between them, this was a start.

Lips parted as Chrollo wanted to speak, to question the blond on why he had made such a drastic decision and released his Nen, but before Chrollo could, the boy's arms had come up around him, those hands coming to rest upon his back as he felt himself being gently pulled on top of Kurapika.

"I no longer have any reason to be angry or afraid of spiders." Without another word, Kurapika captured Chrollo's lips, eyes sliding closed.

Again Kurapika surprised him, leaving him astonished and unable to speak, breath hitching in his throat as the feeling of warm, soft lips encompassed his own and his heart ached again, but this time pleasantly at the words the blond spoke. "Never thought I'd hear you say that, but it's a good thing." Was all Chrollo uttered against the lock they shared, the taste of Kurapika blooming on his tongue as the blond had instantly deepened the kiss without hesitation, which Chrollo eagerly accepted.

It didn't take long before his lover's tongue was gliding along his, and everything seemed to slow, the warmth of Kurapika's body permeating against his own despite the barriers between them and the fire beside them.

Those slender arms tightened around Chrollo in response, and Kurapika grinned as he briefly severed the kiss, "Is it?" His expression became more mischievous as he drew in their combined scents from the closeness they were sharing.

Chrollo couldn't help the grin that slid across his own visage at hearing Kurapika's answer, still surprised the boy was growing more and more comfortable with him by the day. It was further confirmation that Kurapika was his, but not only that. In truth, it also told him just how much Kurapika wanted him in the younger man's life. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" He liked this playful side of the Kurta.

Those lithe hands inched lightly up Chrollo's clothed back, the feeling of leather beneath them was pleasant as fingertips brushed against the fur lining while coming to rest on the older man's shoulders. Gently, he pulled Chrollo more firmly against him, closing what little gap there was left between them, "Never said it wasn't." He responded teasingly, his eyes looking into the older man's own mesmerizing greys as he was becoming lost within them. "But, I have to say I never thought I would have ever found myself like this." For once, Kurapika honestly felt no fear even as he laid beneath the man who had at one time, caused all his suffering.

Without speaking further, Kurapika leaned in and seized Chrollo's lips again, this time, much more roughly then the last, intent on deepening the kiss. As he did so, Kurapika's world was suddenly flipped, and he came to rest above the older man, his lover having altered their positions.

The leader of the Genei Ryodan reclined against a tree that was behind him and watched Kurapika with hungry interest, his broad hands sliding up along the blond's sides, coasting over the Kurtan clothing that his lover had decided to wear. It had been some time since the younger man had chosen to sport it, but seeing it upon that slender body made Kurapika just as appealing, "You look beautiful like this." He drawled, grinning slowly.

Instantly, the blond wasted no time taking advantage of the situation, "Didn't think you'd allow yourself to be placed into such a vulnerable position." Kurapika let the smile remain on his lips as he was enjoying the change in pace. Leaning down, he brushed them against Chrollo's exposed neck, "Perhaps I will get the upper hand like this."

Oh, how bold the Kurta was getting, which did come off as a bit of a surprise for Chrollo, but then again, this wasn't the first time his lover had shown his assertion. However, this time Kurapika was more adamant and Chrollo couldn't help how thrilling it was. He had to admit, the boy behaving this way was no less than enticing.

Lifting close to Kurapika, Chrollo whispered in his ear, "Maybe you will." Being coy was something Chrollo liked doing as well.

Knowing that Chrollo was more than likely was just being readily indulgent with his current behavior, the blond couldn't help himself. His lips moved before he even realized it and the soft articulation of the man's name spilled forth, "Chrollo…" Again, Kurapika shivered as his lover's arms tightened around him, causing him to lower completely against that chiseled frame once more.

Lithe hands gripped more firmly on the older man's shoulders as he searched those pools of ash before everything darkened around him and their lips met once again, but this time in a much gentler kiss, the earring in the boy's left ear swaying with the movement.

Chrollo reciprocated without a second thought as he instantly deepened it, tongue darting out to find Kurapika's own as they both fell into a waged battle for dominance. The sensation was unique as the Kurta was only able to offer something that no one else could, Chrollo partaking in that delicious flavor of his. Kurapika's efforts were rewarded by a low groan of satisfaction before he severed contact with Kurapika. "Will, you ever be able to forgive me for what I have done to you?"

The slight chill in the air dusted over the bare surface of his ruby-hued lips as the remnants of their kiss left behind a thin trail of spittle connecting them which snapped away when Kurapika lifted up.

Kurapika's eyes found Chrollo´s once more. Although desire and need clouded his mind, hearing the man beneath him was easy. Being like this with Chrollo, seeing him so susceptible, it made Kurapika's heart flutter. Even as the carnal desires rose in him, the boy still felt love for the man who laid beneath him.

"Forgiving is hard, but seeing you like this…" he paused a moment, grip becoming more prominent against Chrollo´s shoulders, "We will have all the time in the world to learn to forgive." Kurapika leaned in close, feeling his lover's breath dusting over his skin. "I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to get enough of you. Why is that?"

Tilting to the side, he brought his mouth against Chrollo´s neck again as he began to slowly trail up along the sinews beneath tanned flesh until reaching the man's ear. Taking the appendage between his lips, Kurapika tugged on it adamantly, panting heavily from the rush of his own emotions.

Little by little Kurapika was finding himself willing and ready to share a more profound meaning with Chrollo and to experience only what couples were meant to share. Hissing, Kurapika then drew his mouth along his lover's strong jaw, leaving tantalizing kisses and bites in his wake until he reached Chrollo´s chin where he lingered.

Arching his back, Chrollo found himself growing more heated, more fervent, his body trembling as Kurapika made him feel, made him want and hunger. Those plush lips were paying attention to his neck then the ear, all the while the nerves in his body became more receptive, more alive. For a moment Chrollo forgot to breathe, everything Kurapika was doing to him was beyond exceptional.

"It's the very same thing I've asked myself so many times. No matter what, I can never seem to be sated. Being around you… It makes me feel alive." He gasped the moment Kurapika´s mouth turned to his jaw as the feeling of the boy's lips and teeth over his skin caused him to tremble. He never knew that being with someone - especially Kurapika - could feel this good.

To see this last forever, Chrollo hoped it would.

Pulling away, Kurapika straightened and allowed his body to alter in its position, his legs slipping over Chrollo´s hips as he straddled the older man. Looking down into those bewitching eyes, the draw they had on him only made Kurapika's longing grow much stronger. "I guess we'll just have to find out, then." His tone was sultry, filled with desire and he ground his own hips against Chrollo's, the friction between them only adding to the heat he felt. "And see just how alive we can make each other feel."

It was hard being so close to the man he had finally felt something for, which had gone beyond the fundamental. What Kurapika knew he was experiencing was genuine, real, and not just a passing fancy that would eventually fade over time. He panted heavily with desire, every part of him screaming to continue. The fire ignited within, even as he gyrated against Chrollo once again for added emphasis. Kurapika could feel the heat pooling down in his groin as his pants started to get tight and constrictive, which he was sure was occurring to his lover as well.

Dipping down, he came close to the older man once again, mouth dangerously close to Chrollo's as he drew in heavily the scent of musk and oak, relishing in how it filled his head and made him intoxicated. He lingered there for a breadth of a moment before taking Chrollo's lips with his own, instantly plunging his tongue into that warm mouth, tasting the sweetness of his lover which only incited him to groan heavily against the lock.

Chrollo readily succumbed to the blond's whims and desire, letting the boy take the lead as his lips were captured, allowing that pink appendage to explore the inside of his mouth as his own wasted no time in doing the same regarding Kurapika.

Kurapika had a unique flavor unlike any other, but even as their kiss became frenzied, desperate and hungry, Chrollo could tell that his lover was willful in letting go. He was ultimately relinquishing to the growing need swelling between them, and it was by that alone Chrollo encouraged the younger man in his actions, intent on seeing exactly what the Kurta would do.

A shiver ran up his spine when he felt something dancing along his sides, realizing that Kurapika had begun gliding his fingers over them as they seemed aimless, yet probing while they had slipped beneath his the edges of his coat, the article being slid up as the boy continued to kiss him feverishly. The forcefulness of it indicated that Kurapika wanted him to remove it and without hesitation, Chrollo lifted up to allow those purposeful hands in slipping it down his arms. Altering slightly, Chrollo managed to shrug it off the rest of the way and cast it aside, all the while never severing his contact with Kurapika

The low, rumbling sound his lover made thereafter only precipitated Chrollo's intentions even further. This time his own teeth nibbled and pulled at Kurapika's lips.

As their kiss only grew desperate and ardent, Chrollo let his hands slip into Kurapika's golden tresses, fingers tangling within them as he held the blond securely against him. Kurapika's own hands continued to move downward as they had found their way beneath the hem of his ebony and gold top, this time the blond wasting no time in undoing it and pushing it up against Chrollo's arms, a hiss signifying that Kurapika wasn't waiting for Chrollo to remove his clothing.

How ambitious and hedonic Kurapika was only continued to amaze, yet please him, for it was something Chrollo realized he couldn't get enough of. The words echoed in his mind even though his own thoughts were hazed and he realized just how alike he and Kurapika really were.

So many times Chrollo had questioned it and even mulled over the aspect of the similarities between them. Just like their personalities, down to the commonalities between their Nen and abilities. But this? Watching as Kurapika practically devoured him? Chrollo felt the strain in his own groin along with the aspiration of just how corrupt his lover could be.

Perhaps bringing Kurapika into a world of debauchery wasn't so bad after all.

They were one, and the same.

Chrollo liked that notion.

Again without severing contact, he helped Kurapika in removing the intricate top he wore, breaking the kiss long enough for his lover to pull it over his head and discard it altogether.

Once bare, Chrollo looked up, ready to dive back in and reclaim the boy's lips, but Kurapika had stilled, and for a moment, scarlet eyes regarded his own grey ones. It was then Chrollo felt every ounce of his breath get taken away. The beauty he saw was in stark contrast to the sad world around them, and for the leader of the Genei Ryodan, the Kurta was the most exquisite thing he ever laid his eyes on.

Indeed, those eyes looked so much better on a living person. However, seeing them not only brought that to mind but also with how much he enjoyed them, Chrollo realized it was just another aspect of Kurapika he loved.

Kurapika was his, and his alone. He would keep the younger man safe from the world. Even if that meant slaughtering everyone who got in his way. No one else could love Kurapika as he would.

Soon those slender hands had come into contact with his bare chest, and Chrollo groaned. The feel of skin to skin was enticing, and the sensation of it drug him from his fleeting thoughts.

His reaction only made Kurapika grin devilishly, which Chrollo noted the blond was indulging in rather thoroughly. Nevertheless, it didn't sway him in encouraging Kurapika to continue being dominate. Quite to the contrary, Chrollo rather liked this side to his lover.

"Seems you are enjoying this more than I expected." Kurapika suddenly whispered, and Chrollo realized the younger man had come close to his ear, breath hot and sensual against his flesh causing him to groan out almost loudly, though as he attempted to suppress the tempo of it. Kurapika merely allowed his grin to widen, "I suppose I have my proof, then."

Diving back in, Kurapika retook Chrollo's lips as his hands began a trek down along his lover's exposed torso, but this time, they made their way fluidly to the base of the older man's tight, leather pants. Without stopping, the tips effortlessly slid beneath the hem to caress the skin there, which rewarded Kurapika with another throaty groan from the man beneath him.

Kurapika really was enjoying this.

Before Chrollo could respond, those digits found their way to his belt, quickly and deftly undoing the clasp on the buckle before simultaneously doing the same to the button and zipper. He gave another downward push, briefly grinding against his lover's hips as the intense look in those lurid scarlets only spoke of just how much he wanted Chrollo.

This time, Kurapika's eyes finally took in the full scene before him. Scarlet pools watched the Spider's leader pinned beneath him once again, gaze trailing along every plane, ridge, and muscle of Chrollo's decadent sculpture, taking in all he could see before lowering himself once more, lips coming into contact with his lover's neck.

Slowly those tantalizing lips worked their way over the expanse of Chrollo´s skin, drawing down over his clavicle as it had been newly exposed and caused him to gasp, breath expelling from his throat. Slender hands came to rest against those taut pectorals, feeling the muscles beneath as they explored every inch of his chest.

Invoking such reactions along with older man being in such a delectable position only added to the carnal hunger Kurapika was sensing. Every part of him burned with need as he was finding it difficult to suppress his raging emotions.

Chrollo knew this.

He swallowed hard, words nearly lost amid the thumping in his ears as he murmured, "It's hard not to enjoy this when I have the most beautiful creature to exist practically devouring me." Though it came out more of a breathy whisper then not. "And knowing you're doing this because you truly want me makes it all the better."

As Kurapika´s mouth was sliding along his neck while his hands glossed over his chest, Chrollo could barely contain his own emotions, his own body reacting to everything the Kurta did.

Being with the younger man like this was exceptional, and he knew that controlling himself any further would be nearly impossible now. He wanted Kurapika so badly and holding back was no longer necessary. This time he allowed his hands to trail down that beautiful, lithe frame to grasp the blond's hips, and just in time as Kurapika had bit down on the flesh right below his collarbone, which caused Chrollo to moan.

Idling there, he began to suckle on the area, teeth grazing the skin until he was satisfied of the mark being left behind, the area beginning to bruise. Then the boy pulled away.

Without responding, Kurapika began to slowly remove part of his tabard, the clasps which bound it were undone before the article easily fell away. Once it hit the ground, Kurapika reached around himself as his hands came to his sides and grabbed the base of his training suit, lifting it off his body before dispensing it. He then leaned to the side to pick up the coat his lover had discarded earlier and slipped it on. The leather felt good against his skin. Kurapika didn't know why, but he seemed to have developed an affinity for the strange thing, finding that he had come to enjoy wearing it.

Kurapika then closed his eyes and focused on the man beneath him, the adrenaline running high and hormones taking over. "I think I will wear this awhile." He uttered, the Kurta's expression becoming provocative.

The older man grinned - he liked seeing his coat on Kurapika. But seeing it while the boy was nude? Chrollo couldn't say that it didn't make Kurapika look absolutely exquisite. "You look ravishing with it on. Like always."

The blond snorted, tightening his legs around Chrollo´s hips. "If you keep that up you may end up losing it to me." Without warning, the blond lowered himself down again, this time groaning from the skin to skin contact as his tongue darted out to lap over his lover's chest, mouth soon finding one of those pert nubs before taking it between his lips. Instantly he pulled it into the confines of his moist cavern, lips massaging and working around it, teeth raking over the flesh teasingly.

All the while his hips continued to grind mindlessly, but aggressively against Chrollo's own, enticing the mass still constricted within the confines of those tight pants to continue engorging, his own equally matching in intensity. The blond's hands soon came to rest against Chrollo's exposed sides while his nails raked along the surface, threatening to break the skin and draw blood.

"Perhaps. Maybe I'll consider it since I quite like it on you." Chrollo groaned out, body reacting to the sensations that Kurapika was bestowing upon him as his own mind was falling deeper and deeper into the rage of emotions he was experiencing. Little by little Chrollo realized he was losing himself just like Kurapika was. The primal nature the younger man was committing to was enough to convince him in letting go.

Everything that his lover was doing, how their bodies made contact once he was free of his mortal constraints, it was heaven, and Chrollo simply could not get enough. Once again, his fingers had found their way into Kurapika's now moist locks, tangling within them as the boy's mouth latched to one of his nipples, the sensation of it caused him to ache, groaning as he arched slightly into the touch. It was absolutely unbelievable.

Kurapika's actions were definitely unexpected, not that Chrollo was complaining. He was readily enjoying the boy's advancement and just how zealous he was being.

The pressure in his groin continued to mount, as he was sure the same was for Kurapika, each time the younger man came down against him, hips grinding against his own, he could feel the need swelling between them. His pants were becoming painfully tight, and even though he was certain Kurapika would see to it they were removed, it was difficult to wait as he was impatient and needy. The aspect of feeling Kurapika fully against him was motivation in seeing this through.

Still, he waited, allowing his lover to do as he may, enjoying the attention the beautiful Kurta was giving him. It was electrifying, maddening, and Chrollo was finding it hard to retain control as he urged Kurapika to continue.

Fleetingly, the Genei Ryodan leader wondered how he ended up in the position he was in with Kurapika above him and at the boy's mercy, but as time went on, he cared less and less. Everything Kurapika did felt amazing, and in retrospect, it was thrilling to have the blond in control. It was also another profession of how Chrollo was in trusting Kurapika.

"You've wanted me for a long time," Kurapika finally commented and the sudden vocalization of words - though breathy - captured his attention and Chrollo loved how it sounded in his ears, "as it was something I had been aware of for some time. So I can see why it would be more special like this."

A low growl emitted from Kurapika's throat as retracted from that pert nub began to moving erratically down Chrollo's abdomen, coat flowing behind him while leaving soft, gentle kisses along the way until he reached the navel.

For a moment he lingered there, breathing in the older man's scent, relishing in the high it gave him before suddenly nipping at it roughly and threatening to invoke blood as a result. His mind felt like it was going numb and the longer he remained like this with Chrollo, the more ensnared he became. Just like a rabbit in a trap.

He lingered over Chrollo's navel briefly, delivering a few more intent nips before he slid back up, hands following the motion as his nails continued to drag over the older man's skin, ruthlessly leaving marks behind. The Kurta made his way back towards his lover's shoulder, leaving another trail of kisses behind.

After reaching it, Kurapika pressed fully against the older man, their bodies fitting perfectly together and immediately latched onto the area between Chrollo's shoulder and neck, suckling harshly without thought or care as the surface became bruised.

The act earned Kurapika another moan to emanate from his lover's throat.

Deciding he had enough, Kurapika turned his focus back to those damnable pants that still clad his lover's waist, settling on finally removing them.

Again, Chrollo was astonished by just how brutal Kurapika really was but also amused by how it was another aspect that made them so much alike. These facets were one reason he was attracted to Kurapika. They were the same more than either of them may have cared to admit, but it was something that drew them to each other like a moth to a flame. Chrollo believed in destiny and knew that he and Kurapika were meant to be.

It was just another prophetic sign of the beginning of forever for them.

"I never tried to hide my intentions, Kurapika." Chrollo responded, another moan escaping his lips. "I made my interests clear from nearly the start. Once I realized just how much I wanted you, needed you, and when it became evident that I was falling in love with you, it was then I knew I had to bring you into my life." He looked up as those incredible ruby-hued eyes regarded him once again, this time the the blond had started slowly divesting Chrollo of his pants, hands working deftly at shoving them from the older man's hips. "It's another reason I wanted to prove myself to you, that I had to win your heart."

At one time, Chrollo never believed something like this would have happened. The original intention was to kill the Chain User and be done with their indescribable problem.

Now, the boy who so viciously destroyed two of his Spiders out of retaliation for the destruction of his clan had become so much more. Kurapika looked so magnificent amid the moon glow, creamy skin reflective as rivulets of crystal ran off his form, while those eyes blazed, furthering the vision of a fallen angel who now sat before him.

Kurapika was everything he could have ever wanted.

Despite there was still a pang in his heart for how his decisions had affected Kurapika, to know the boy had come to love him back, alleviated his own self-loathing to a degree.

But seeing Kurapika like this, so open, so assertive and free, even if it was only in this moment, had rekindled Chrollo's faith. He didn't really believe in God, but he did believe in Kurapika. Eventually, he would free the boy of his painful constraints. It was something Chrollo vowed to do.

Amused, yet fueled by Chrollo's encouragement as well as eagerness in continuing, Kurapika forcefully shoved those infernal pants the rest of the way down to the man's ankles, leaving it for his lover to discard the rest of the way. Chrollo wasted no time in removing it as he kicked the article away haphazardly.

Satisfied, Kurapika decided on making short work of his own pants and the rest of his tabard, lifting off his lover long enough to denude himself before casting both pieces of clothing aside. Then he resumed straddling the man. Another weak groan escaped his throat as he finally felt Chrollo fully against him, those crimson eyes gazing over the fully nude form of the other, and hungrily taking it all in.

"Is that so?" Kurapika drawled slowly, thighs remaining loose around his lover's hips as he ground heatedly against them, feeling that swollen appendage brushing against his own, and causing another undulating moan to escape past his parted lips. "In the beginning, I thought you were only trying to lure me in so you could potentially kill me," they curled into a menacing grin as he watched Chrollo from beneath his disheveled golden locks, "but, I know now that wasn't the case."

Gasping, Kurapika pushed down intently against Chrollo, the force causing their erections to come into contact with one another, and his eyes fell shut. Kurapika knew he was becoming lost within a tumult sea of emotions and he still didn't care. All that mattered now was the man beneath him.

Kurapika was the predator, while Chrollo was the prey. So many times he wished the role was reversed and that the older man was the one dominating him, the craving to be subservient was just as intense as it was to see Chrollo at his mercy. Even then, he couldn't seem to get enough.

Giving up that position now, it wasn't something Kurapika intended on. He liked where this was going.

Leaving no room for Chrollo to respond, he lifted off the older man's legs and dropped between them. Licking those his plush lips in anticipation, Kurapika's right hand found its way to the base of the older man's dick, a soft clinking resonated from the silver chains that wound around his fingers. Drawing in a sharp breath, his mouth soon came around that swollen mass, instantly tasting Chrollo on his tongue as wasted no time in lapping at the sensitive flesh.

Without hesitation, Kurapika slid all the way down the shaft to the base, eager to take all it in. Finding a slowly building rhythm, the blond went to work, determined to invoke a much-anticipated reaction out of the one he adeptly, desired.

It definitely was something Chrollo hadn't anticipated, but every thought process died in his mind the moment he felt Kurapika's moist, warm mouth around his cock.

Everything exploded into an array of colors before his vision, back arching up without control as a violent shudder ravaged him, sending impulses racing through the entirety of his being. Chrollo pushed back against the tree trunk he had inadvertently found himself against, fingers tangling more into Kurapika's tresses as the younger man slipped lower, taking him in completely, the sensation unlike any other.

Whatever response he had formulated, no sound emanated as his vocal cords refused to cooperate. The only thing Chrollo rewarded his lover with was a string of incoherent curses and moans. How Kurapika was able to do this to him, Chrollo didn't know. But the older man wasn't complaining.

For insurmountable moments, Kurapika never stopped in his ministrations as he found a steady rhythm to his movements. Lips wound tight around Chrollo's agonizing erection as he sucked hard while drawing up and down along its length. He paid particular attention to the tip every time he neared it, the vibrations of Chrollo's grunts and moans mingling with his own sounds. Keeping his right hand firmly in place, Kurapika delivered a few deft squeezes to the base before stroking the shaft as he found momentum.

Tightening his lips around the continuously engorging cock within his mouth, Kurapika began to pick up the pace. Slowly, the rhythm became even and more refined as his breath quickened, blood thumping as it rushed to the very core where it pooled, and Kurapika felt the tightening in his own groin.

He could hardly contain himself as he wanted to reach the apex of his desire, the soft gasps and moans his lover made only served to further intensify his need to be taken by Chrollo. Though Kurapika took his time, wanting to savor every moment as long as possible.

As Kurapika continued to falter to his passions and instincts, Chrollo relished in every sensation, every feeling. The squall of emotions only dragging him beneath the sea of want and need.

Every pass, each sweep, the way the Kurta's mouth wound so delectably around his cock was enough to set him alight, and Chrollo could tell the pressure was only heightening further, his groin agonizing and tight. The longer he remained like that, it was just a matter of time before he would crumble.

Though Chrollo was sure his lover realized that as well. He gripped harder amid the boy's hair, thoroughly enjoying everything that Kurapika was bestowing upon him.

Bit by bit, Kurapika's movements became more unified as he was finding an even pace between his hand and warm lips, Chrollo's erection seeming to pulsate within his wet mouth while he continued flicking his tongue over the tip as he drew upcast, the taste of salt soon budding upon it. The realization of what was happening caused the blond to grin.

If he kept this up too much longer, he would inevitably push his lover over the edge and too soon.

However, Kurapika had other plans. He would be sure to see that he and Chrollo reached passionate satisfaction together.

Still, he was thoroughly enjoying the foreplay and was confident that the same could be said for his lover.

Again Kurapika decided to tease him and drew up and off that fully engorged cock, saliva stringing between the blond's lips and the older man's tip, hazy eyes opening half mast to smirk almost sadistically at Chrollo, breaths coming in labored pants. Kurapika's hand stalled momentarily before it glossed up and down his lover's erected length, going slow and steady, but haphazardly.

Those silver chains seemed to echo his movements, though in a devious fashion as his mouth began to subtly dust over the very tip of Chrollo's own growing need. Kurapika let his tongue dart out to brush over the flesh, wanting to send intense sensations through his partner. But that wasn't the Kurta's only intention.

Chrollo could sense this, and despite neither of them spoke, he wound his fingers even tighter in Kurapika´s hair, gripping it almost harshly. He felt his lover twitch at the act but said nothing.

Fighting every urge and impulse to flip the tables on Kurapika and just take him right then and there, Chrollo suppressed the compulsion by focusing on how good the boy's mouth was around him, hips arching up desperately, but roughly against those soft, enticing lips.

Finding the energy to move, Chrollo opened his eyes and looked down at the beautiful young man between his legs. It was hard to believe what he saw, but seeing Kurapika like that nearly took his breath away.

Chrollo almost wanted to believe the vision was mere fantasy, and that it was all an illusion. But every touch, each caress of those lips and tongue reminded him of just how real it was.

Groaning heavily, the younger man continued to play with Chrollo's cock, hand drawing up and down to ensure that the flow never ceased while trailing those lips seductively along the side. Slowly, Kurapika left small kisses behind as he motioned upwards along the shaft, giving the head a few licks once he reached it, then plunged down without warning, taking all of Chrollo back into his eagerly awaiting mouth.

It was something that Chrollo readily anticipated as blissful waves shot through him, causing his body to tremble and convulse. The moment Kurapika's lips came around him again, the world exploded and everything dimmed around groan that escaped his throat was loud and throaty.

Grinning at hearing Chrollo's needy sounds, Kurapika continued his mischievous act as his own body begged for release, the pressure in his groin becoming unbearable. The tip of his own dick began to seeth, causing wetness to trickle down the surface.

Every muscle within ached, lungs burning as if they were on fire, his body arching as another wave of ardor burst through him, strength and vitality now threatening to erode away, finding it impossible to hold back for too much longer. His own body craved for attention and was begging to be touched, stroked and played with, the erection which sat between his own legs was throbbing.

Chrollo made it no easier; the older man only continued to thrust his hips as he attempted to bury himself within Kurapika's inviting mouth, resisting every part of him in just letting go as he wanted to falter into the grips of eternal bliss.

Each moment they spent while enraptured only made it that much harder.

His cock agonized while his groin burning, lungs straining as Chrollo tried to breathe, and each time he expelled air it was made was more of a throaty moan then not. Containing the ravenous part of him was almost impossible as Chrollo was reaching the point of wanting to feel Kurapika, the idea of finally coupling with his lover strong on his mind.

The thrumming in Chrollo's own blood didn't help any.

If he waited too much longer, he was sure he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

Kurapika sped up his movements as tongue and lips were riding along the full length of Chrollo's shaft, intent on pushing the limits a little further, barely registering that his lover had shifted to be more over him. The warmth of Chrollo's body only enticed him to keep going as the blond teased and sucked his lover's dick, Kurapika's hand going back to its original speed as it began to move in time with his own mouth.

Once he felt Chrollo tighten again, Kurapika immediately lifted away, spittle hanging from his now red lips as he gazed in yearning at the older man, a smirk appearing on his face.

Drawing those slender hands teasingly along Chrollo's chest, Kurapika lifted his sweat-slicked form back up and over the man below him, the heat radiating thickly between them The coat flourished around him as Kurapika straddled his lover once again, this time, the tip of Chrollo´s cock resting firmly against the cleft of his ass.

Magnificent. How gorgeous Kurapika looked as he panted, chest rising and falling erratically, slim body and unblemished skin glistening beneath the moonlight while those mesmerizing and alluring eyes that shone so bright in their scarlet hue watched him like a hungry, caged beast. Chrollo couldn't help but notice the smirk that crossed the Kurta's plump, but lovely lips as the younger man had straddled him again.

Chrollo prepared to speak but was cut off as Kurapika leaned in to take his lips, deepening it without hesitation, the boy's hands finding their way to his cheeks as he cupped them. They remained that way for a breadth of a moment before Kurapika sighed and severed the kiss to draw those perfect lips to his ear, nipping at the lobe, "Take me." He whispered, almost pleading before retracting to capture Chrollo's mouth once more, intently massaging those supple mounds as Kurapika's shivered within his lover's grasp.

Hearing such an adamant profession nearly shocked Chrollo, but a devious grin crossed over his features without hesitation. Such an invitation was hard to pass up, especially with how enticing Kurapika was being.

However, he was more interested in seeing just how far the Kurta would go and reluctantly, Chrollo gave in, settling on exerting full dominance over him next time he and Kurapika shared another intimate moment. For now, he let his lover be the one in control.

"You're the one on top, are you not?" That damned grin only widened as Chrollo knew that Kurapika would more than likely think he was up to something, but seeing the blond's reaction to his statement would be enough. His only concern was finally being able to share the one thing with Kurapika that he had desired to experience for so long. It was increasingly difficult to hold back as the younger man was straddling him while fully nude and pressed against his cock. Slowly, he allowed his fingers to trace over the contours of Kurapika's luscious body, the skin was silky and smooth as ever, "Besides, I think the experience may be better in this position."

For some reason, the tone of his lover's words felt as if they were to betray his real intent, but Kurapika gave Chrollo the benefit of the doubt, his own lips peeling back mischievously. In the back of Kurapika's mind, he still fought with himself over wanting to dominate and be dominated, but the aspect of being in full control had won out.

"You're awfully gracious," Kurapika mused as he licked his lips teasingly, "But I am not one to ignore opportunity when it presents itself, either."

The older man couldn't help but be pleased with Kurapika's affirmation, "Then show me what you are capable of, my beautiful Kurapika."

Purring seductively at his lover's challenge, Kurapika lifted one of his hands from its perch on Chrollo's shoulder and brought the tips of his fingers to his mouth, slipping them inside. Slowly, Kurapika rolled them around in a teasing fashion while his eyes searched those dark, intoxicating pools for any sign of reaction.

Another low and rumbling groan lifted from the depths of his body as Kurapika pulled those digits from between his lips to reach around behind himself, dragging the wetness along the cleft and between the cheeks to add lubricant, gently encompassing the area before swathing the remaining juices over the tip of Chrollo's dick.

With smoldering desire suffused within his expression, Kurapika lifted his slender frame up then drew back, left hand remaining firmly gripped to that shoulder as his other hand found its way around the base of Chrollo's shaft. He guided tip as it slipped easily between supple cheeks and came to rest at his entrance.

Sucking in a sharp breath Kurapika began a slow descent, feeling himself being penetrated as pain burst into his mind which caused him to jerk roughly. For a moment Kurapika stilled as he allowed himself time in adjusting to Chrollo´s girth before finally lowering the rest of the way, the pain soon giving way to blooming pleasure and his body instantly relaxed.

Drawing in another gulp of air between trembling lips, he came to rest completely against Chrollo's inviting body as he burrowed his face into the crook of the Spider's neck, breathing in heavily on the older man's scent. "This... Is my first time... You know." He managed to pant out between labored breaths as the palms of both hands found their resting place along Chrollo's shoulders once more.

Letting silence fall between them, Kurapika began a slow rock to his hips, the entirety of his lover buried deep within him. It didn't take long before the man's cock was hitting the most sensitive spots that lay inside him like buried treasure, Chrollo instantly being rewarded with gasps and moans.

The sensation of his lover grazing over his prostate caused everything within to flare to life as his blood pulsated through his veins and surged down to his very core. Kurapika felt his own cock throbbing in agony as his movements caused it to graze across Chrollo's abdomen, the friction only making it harder for him to control his wanton need. He nuzzled harder against the older man's neck, fingertips curling more intensely into Chrollo´s skin as he began to pick up the pace.

"Touch... Me..." The words came out cracked and muffled against his lover's warm flesh, every part of Kurapika needing his lover's hands upon his body, the craving growing stronger the longer they remained within their coupled union.

There were just no words. Chrollo was left in awe as that beautiful, majestic physique while wrapped in his coat came to reside against him. Perfect, immaculate skin that was so smooth, almost like satin, made contact with his and Chrollo gasped.

The older man wasted no time drinking Kurapika in. His strong hands soon found their way to the blond's hips, pleased in being able to touch his lover fully. Fingertips began to slowly trace the contours of the boy's sides as they slid up towards Kurapika´s torso before dragging them down over each muscle and sinew in the Kurta's body. Chrollo attempted to memorize his lover's markup although he was sure this wouldn't be the only time he would see Kurapika nude.

Of course, he was accommodating, wanting Kurapika to take the reins and assume control. Even then, his precious Kurta looked vulnerable.

Especially when Kurapika had murmured against his skin to touch him.

Chrollo was well aware this was Kurapika´s first time, it wasn't something he had forgotten. The blond's words echoed in his mind from back in Patalor when he confessed to still being a virgin. Knowing that he was Kurapika´s first in everything made Chrollo grin as he was pleased.

He would be Kurapika's one and only.

"I will make sure to be gentle." Chrollo breathed against the boy's ear, hips rocking along with Kurapika´s as every movement they made only drove his cock deeper into that succulent body. God Kurapika was so tight around him. Each time they connected, it successfully forced Chrollo over his lover's sensitive spot, the act making the blond tremble in his grasp while groans emanated from Kurapika's throat.

They descended into silence again. Chrollo had leaned down to draw his mouth over Kurapika´s exposed neck, teeth brushing over the sensitive skin as he followed the boy's pulse, tongue lapping hungrily at his taste before finally biting down.

Chrollo was rewarded by a another throaty moan as the blond arched against him, the firm contact causing him to pant breathlessly along that pale skin, lips firm on Kurapika´s neck.

Everything felt so damn good. Chrollo let his hands lower down over those sides once more before clutching on Kurapika´s slender hips again. This time, he forced himself up against the boy, causing his cock to go in deeper as a result. Each time he pushed back in, Chrollo felt that delicious body constrict and release around him, the younger man's own hips driving down against him as they both started to find a rhythm.

The night wore on as they dove further into their blooming ecstasy, the symphony of their combined sounds was like music, its sweet melody filling the air. Closer they became, their own dance as intricate as time itself.

Kurapika was finding that he was growing weaker, his stamina ebbing away while the need to reach his pinnacle reigned strong. He ground his hips languidly against Chrollo´s own, the friction between them beyond exceptional. As they moved against each other, his own agonizing need brushed against Chrollo´s abdomen, the sensation only added to the waves that shook him, his body trembling.

Little by little, Kurapika was getting close, their primal desire only coaxing them on and as his body worked along the length of his lover's swelling cock, Chrollo in turn plunged it up into him. Just feeling the older man inside him was enough to invoke Kurapika's mounting need as the continued contact with his prostate only brought him closer to the breaking point.

Giving another ample thrust, Kurapika forced his cock once again to brush along Chrollo´s stomach, breathless pants and moans following as a result, "Please…" The Kurta's voice called out raspily, pushing down hard against his lover's hips, but it only caused Kurapika to slip forward, sending his length grazing along Chrollo's stomach again, "I...I..." Oh, how hard this was becoming. The strain of it all. The unbearable pressure, "Need this..."

Kurapika knew if they were to going to ultimately reach their pinnacle together, he couldn't do it alone. He craved the taller male's touch. Lifting from the crook of his lover's neck, he nipped at Chrollo´s chin for emphasis.

But Kurapika´s call didn't go unanswered for long as fingers soon curled around his throbbing cock and grey eyes regarded his scarlet ones. The lustful, yet passionate need which smoldered behind them only enticed the younger man.

Chrollo groaned as Kurapika ground against him, the pattern of their movement only intensifying as he too, felt his own body yearn for release. The softness of leather from his coat only added to the sensation. Dipping down, he captured Kurapika's lips, deepening the kiss without hesitation.

Slowly his hand worked over Kurapika´s shaft, thumb paying particular attention to the head each time he worked to the top, their hips beginning to move in time to Chrollo´s ministrations.

The echo of Kurapika's own palpitating heart filled his ears, and for a moment, the world stilled around them as the Kurta found himself beguiled, transfixed, and corrupted. Those touches, the sensation, along with Chrollo's welcoming heat, Kurapika couldn't contain himself for much longer. Even as he felt the older man's lips suddenly mesh with his own, Kurapika couldn't hold back his emotions as their mouths became tightly locked.

Going lax, Kurapika's hips fell into a steady rhythm with their unified movements, both of them motioning against each other like an intricate dance. Everything about this - something in its allure made Kurapika want more. The physical attraction, the carnal delights. It was too much to resist. His own mind was slipping away as only the beast seemed to remain.

So close. The pressure mounted in his groin as Chrollo's hand moved along his cock in time to their movements, the surface becoming wet with his own excretions, professing Kurapika's impending climax.

Their mouths worked heatedly against one another, bodies trembling, pressure within growing and intensifying, causing them both to slowly lose stamina, lose control. Chrollo too felt that he was weakening little by little. Between the stimulation of Kurapika around him, and his own growing urges for release was enough to coax the older man into speeding up his movements, hips rolling against Kurapika's as his lover moved against him rhythmically.

Even Chrollo himself was struggling to hold back, his own body becoming oversensitized, back arching unconsciously as Kurapika drug his nails roughly over his chest, causing blood to surface and trickle over his tanned skin. Instantly, Chrollo hissed into the kiss they shared, hand tightening around Kurapika's cock as he began to jerk him harder, knowing that his lover was getting close.

Kurapika thought his mind was going to explode, the electric impulses that surged through him caused him to spasm violently and he nearly collapsed right then and there.

Between the attention to his cock and the one that impaled him, it produced a sensation Kurapika could not repress. Such wicked pleasure and it did nothing but seize him and pull him under, perpetually urging him on. Kurapika's pace quickened while rocking against Chrollo with fervency, gasping heavily against his lover's mouth.

He wanted to reach the apex of their coupling together, to seek paradise, to feel their union in its entirety. The very thought nearly drove the Kurta insane, and he hissed again, those deft hands now sliding around the older man's arms and gliding up to hook against the Spider head's muscular back, locking himself into place.

The blond then jaunted up before bringing himself down harshly against his lover's hips, thrusting Chrollo's erection deep within him and over that sensitive spot while his own cock was forced into Chrollo's hand once more. The combination nearly threw Kurapika over the edge.

Severing the kiss, he gasped for air, "I... I am..." Kurapika's chest tightened, body convulsed within his lover's arms - this was it, he couldn't hold it much longer, everything inside him threatened to burst, "Going... To... Cum..." The blond uttered, constricting and ripping along Chrollo´s shaft as Kurapika felt the older man come up against him, forcing that cock deep into him again.

Hands curled ravenously against that firm back, nails digging once again into his lover's flesh as Kurapika bit back everything he could, wanting to be sure they both orgasmed together.

Chrollo instantly arched, his chest brushing against Kurapika's as the boy's nails dug harshly into his back, causing rivulets of blood appear as it crept over his skin. The pain left behind was something he found enjoyable, and Chrollo could only thirst for more.

Knowing Kurapika was at his breaking point while Chrollo was nearing his, those digits curled tightly around his lover's agonizing erection as he continued to jerk the younger man's shaft roughly, this time, fingers grazing the tip as he passed over it. "Yes, cum for me Kurapika," Chrollo uttered against the boy's lips, biting the bottom one in the process. "Let yourself go." Without another word, he dove back in and recaptured Kurapika's mouth roughly.

He felt Kurapika start to go beyond his limits, beyond rational, his lover becoming untamed, unchained. They were reaching the crescendo of their ascent into eternal bliss, while lips and tongues worked against each other passionately in a battle for dominance. Those hips crashed against Chrollo's own, driving him forcefully into that warm body and instantly hitting the younger man's prostate again, those walls within rippling and constricting around him mercilessly.

The older man's words broke through the din around them and for one final moment Kurapika basked in the powerful sensations he felt, taking in all Chrollo had to offer. This was the end and would be the Kurta's ultimate undoing.

Hips came down with ferocity one last time, the conjoined sensation between those attentive hands and the feeling of the older man inside him caused the dams to burst as white-hot rapture shot through Kurapika's body, groin becoming instantly tight.

Seizing the moment, Kurapika broke away from Chrollo´s lips, back arching as he tossed his head back, lips instantly parting them to emit a guttural cry as he hit his peak, reaching his limit.

Molten heat exploded from the very center of his nucleus as Kurapika began to climax, warm ropes of thick liquid erupting forth to ooze over Chrollo´s hand and abdomen.

Kurapika gave a few more languid jerks against his lover's own hips, determined to bring Chrollo into heaven with him, riding out his own orgasm as the last ounces of his strength were slowly fading away.

The world seemed to burn, everything dissipating into nothingness as Chrollo could feel his own entire body tense, nerves ignited by the severity of his passion and the raging ecstasy between them. It was like every part of him was coming undone, and he could do nothing to stop it. Not that Chrollo wanted to. His mind had long since gone into overdrive, and the passion that burned between them only fueled his urge.

In his mind, Chrollo had become lost and completely inhibited, knowing the end was nigh, his lips massaging Kurapika's in a feverish attempt to make it last but even then, such was not the case.

Knowing any attempt to divert the impending outcome was useless, Chrollo hastened his pace, hand working that throbbing erection, intent on giving Kurapika exactly what he wanted. The younger man severed their kiss, and the next thing Chrollo remembered was the blissful moan that escaped past those perfect lips as the boy's hips had jerked against him before thick warmth coated his fingers and stomach. Strands of tangled locks covered his lover's bliss riddled visage, but those scarlets were as vibrant as ever.

Chrollo could see their incandescence amid the darkness.

The experience was enough, and the older man gave into his own impending apex. Every ounce of his strength was failing him, and Chrollo knew this was it. The sensation of Kurapika tightening against him one last time as those nails dug mindlessly into his back was enough to drive him over the edge.

Chrollo suddenly jerked and arched his back, hips giving one final thrust against his lover's hips as he felt himself reach his climax, body tensing before he released, thick warmth bursting forth and filling into Kurapika. Gasping for air, his own head lulled as Chrollo groaned out loudly, body rocking erratically against the Kurta's while riding out his own orgasm.

Once the last ounces of his energy faded, he collapsed against the trunk of the tree he had been laying against as Kurapika too, faltered against him. They both remained there, breathing raggedly as they attempted to recover from their intoxication, exhausted and tired.

Kurapika laid his head against Chrollo's chest as he listened to the beating of the older man's heart. It was placating, soothing.

Being with another Kurapika didn't know could feel so good.

He was in no hurry to break contact.

Though Kurapika was unaware of the smile that graced Chrollo's lips and the fact that the older man's arms had come to circle around him, holding him close.

"I'm tired." Was all Kurapika was able to utter, eyes closing as they had returned to their usual hue. Gently, he pulled Chrollo's coat around himself, wrapping up in it. Even like this, he felt safe, protected and warm.

Chrollo didn't know just how lucky he really was. Kurapika was perfect in every way. But seeing him like this, after being so animalistic, so primal, to witness him so weak, so vulnerable, it was unbelievable. The blond was as vicious, wicked, yet, compassionate, loving and loyal. Just like he was. Even now, Chrollo saw the parallels in their lives and just how alike they were. It was like looking into a mirror.

One and the same.

He definitely could get used to this.

Kurapika was his, and his alone and he would show the world that. The love they shared was unbreakable, and he would make that known.

"Then we shall sleep," Chrollo whispered, kissing the top of Kurapika's head as he stroked the boy's hair gently. "Tomorrow we will continue our trek to Mirie."

Remaining where he was, too weak to move, and too tired to care, Kurapika simply allowed himself to slowly drift, his breathing evening out, "Don't ever leave me…" The words came, almost inaudible as he began fading, the feel of Chrollo carding through his tresses the last thing he remembered. "I love you." Kurapika murmured while on the tip of insentience.

He watched as Kurapika fell asleep moments later, that smile on his lips only widening, "Don't worry, I won't." The younger man looked so precious as he slept. He enjoyed watching as his lover slumbered, but Chrollo knew that he too, needed rest. They had to reach Mirie before too long. If they were to get there, he couldn't afford to be expended.

Leaning down, he kissed the top of Kurapika's head one last time before he reclined back again, "I love you, too." He whispered before closing his eyes and letting sleep claim him.

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