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.

24. Glass Angel

A/N: Hello dear readers. Please forgive the excessive length from the last update to this one. I had planned on a four-chapter release last month and unfortunately, had run into some terrible writer's block that caused me to get stuck on this chapter for nearly a month. I wrote and rewrote this chapter three times before I managed to get it where I needed it so, in part, that is one reason it took so long to get this released.

This chapter is one hundred percent smut. Also, it's another long one. So you lucky folks have another treat in store. ;)

As always, a big thanks to Sweets Dreamer for her continued beta work for this fic.

Summary: Kurapika and Chrollo finally reach the safe haven where the younger man knew they would be safe from the vicious beasts that attacked them in Mirie. However, while there, the two do more than just spend time recovering.

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The early morning rays of the sun began to poke through the copse of trees as it slowly illuminated the area, invoking the sounds of wildlife that resonated through the foliage, making the forest come alive.

Birds in various colors and sizes flitted amid the branches, the trilling of their calls only added to the soothing melody which continued to arise that came with the presence of morning.

A soft breeze rustled through the trees as it swept over a small clearing and through the golden locks of the young man who was slowly preparing to leave. He closed his eyes the moment it brushed through his silken tresses as it displaced a few strands before his face, the gentleness of it invoked a quiet sigh.

Kurapika took a moment to revel in the soothing tranquility. It had been a long time since he was able to relax, the surrounding foliage offering him the same comfort that he remembered finding in the forests of Lusko when he was a child. Just the feel of it was enough to invoke a semblance of peace.

Gathering up what little belongings he had, Kurapika glanced over towards the older man beside him and he could tell Chrollo was working just as avidly so they both could resume their trek towards their destination. The night had been restless for them both as he and Chrollo had to keep watch out of fear and concern of those creatures possibly tracking them into the woods. Although his lover had sealed the gates to Mirie, there was still no way of telling if any of the beasts had made it out prior.

Regardless, there wasn't much they could do in their current situation, and Kurapika had long since resigned to that notion. The only thing that mattered now was reaching their destination. Since the place they were headed to was remote and isolated, they would be safe, and there would be no further reason for concern.

It would be then he and Chrollo could rest and begin to devise their plan on how to handle those beasts.

Once the remnants of their presence were eliminated from their campsite, he turned to face Chrollo.

"Well then, shall we resume?" The older man questioned, a soft smile crossing his lips.

Reaching to brush aside the strands of hair from his eyes, Kurapika nodded, "If we start now, we should reach it by nightfall. It's about half a day's walk from here."

Tilting his head to look upward, he was able to feel the warmth of the sun over his skin from what few beams were able to make it through the copse of trees overhead. Expelling a sigh, Kurapika took the last moment to partake in the stillness before they would begin their trek again.

Of course, Chrollo could tell that Kurapika had been struggling between trying to relax and the pain he dealt with from his harrowing ordeal in Mirie. During the night, the younger man had tussled about in a restless sleep while either groaning or muttering incoherently.

Several times he tried to wrap Kurapika up in his arms and hold the young Kurta close hoping that it would offer him some comfort or at least, soothe his plaguing nightmares. Eventually, he was able to coax the blond into calming down enough to get a few hours of decent sleep.

Chrollo could tell his lover looked tired, but once they reached this place Kurapika spoke of, they would both be able to earn some well-deserved rest.

They both had been through a lot in the last few days.

"Alright. Then I see no further reason to linger." He intoned and motioned for the younger man to follow.

For hours they walked, both lost to their own thoughts. Kurapika stopped a few times along the way to gather his senses and recall the forest pathways they needed to take, but for the most part, their journey was relatively uneventful.

When the sun began to dip towards the horizon, the sky became painted with the soft colors of yellow and orange while giving the forest an ethereal glow. Kurapika knew they weren't much further as visible landmarks he remembered began appearing along the last path he and Chrollo took.

As the first signs of twilight began to show, they came towards the edge of a path that appeared to be shaped in vines, the trees soon breaking way as it became less and less dense. Streams of light peeked through parts in the canopy ahead once more, and it was then Kurapika saw it.

Standing within the glow of the waning sun was a massive, towering oak covered in moss and vine, its trunk twisted with time. Kurapika approached it, and the palm of his hand came to rest against its surface as he felt the same sensation from it the like the last time he was there.

For a moment, there was only stillness, then the soft rush of water captivated his ears.

They were close.

"It's not much further." He whispered while gazing over at Chrollo, his eyes nearly lit with excitement as they seemed more vibrant beneath the dying light.

Kurapika pulled away from the tree and resumed walking, the sound of the water drawing closer and after rounding a few more turns the forest slowly opened up into a large, hidden meadow.

Flowers in a vast array of colors dotted the tall grass while twinkling lights announced the presence of fireflies darting about. The meadow was vast as it extended towards a pond off in the distance with a towering waterfall. A small cottage sat not far away. The scene was perfect, almost too perfect, but the serenity it offered was a boon given to those lucky enough to find it.

"This is it," Kurapika said when he felt Chrollo come up beside him, the older man looking absolutely astonished. "We should be safe here."

Gazing over the entirety of the landscape, Chrollo was captivated by just how impressive it really was. He had visited many places and seen many things, but nothing amounted to what lay before him.

"It's absolutely beautiful." He responded, admiring the scene before him. "I've never seen anything like it before."

"Then you will like it here," Kurapika responded before breaking away to stride towards the pond. When he reached the bank, the blond lowered himself to sit. Gently, he placed his fingertips into the cool water, its temperature soothing. "The water is so clear you can see the bottom."

Intrigued, Chrollo motioned over to where Kurapika was and sat down beside him, gaze instantly landing on his lover's hand as it swayed about beneath the surface of the water. The gentle motion caused ripples to form.

Reaching forward as well, Chrollo slipped his own hand in, realizing how crisp it was and how good the cold felt against his skin. Moving his fingers about, the older man let himself toy with the water before his hand brushed along Kurapika's and he instantly grinned.

Even while submerged, his lover's own skin felt like silk and was soft like he remembered it.

"We should stay here for a few days as we recuperate. Take the time we need and devise a plan," Chrollo commented and turned to look at Kurapika who appeared more relaxed then he had in days. "It's also nice to be alone once again." He added, a smile crossing his lips as he slid an arm around the younger man's waist, pulling him close.

Retracting his hand from the pond, Kurapika laid his head on Chrollo's shoulder, blue eyes sliding closed. "Yes," he began and felt his lover's arm tighten, drawing him closer, "this is the perfect place to regain our strength. It revitalizes those who have grown weak. I am sure you have sensed it, but I can feel my Nen returning to me." Kurapika paused, the warmth of Chrollo's body relaxing him further. "I am also glad we are finally alone."

So there really was something more to the meadow then he initially suspected. Not once had Chrollo thought that there would be a place that aided in the revival of one's strength, but to experience it for himself was nothing short of extraordinary.

However, he wasn't complaining. Chrollo could feel his aura growing stronger, his energy getting restored. It was a bonus for them as they took the time to recover.

"So, I wasn't imagining it," Chrollo responded, though coyly, "but I am able to feel my Nen returning as well."

Kurapika smiled, knowing that they both would benefit from the meadow's secrets.

Sighing, Kurapika relished in the closeness they shared and focused again on the man who sat beside him. As Chrollo's aura grew, the comforting sensation it gave him, and how safe it made him feel only invoked the spark of need within and he lifted up, turning carefully to face his lover without moving the arm that was still around his waist.

"I know you said we should stay here for as long as we need while we devise a plan and I couldn't agree more. For now, however," Kurapika spoke slowly and inched closer to Chrollo, hands now finding their way to the older man's shoulders, "I just want to think of nothing."

Without saying another word, he leaned forward as crimson began to suffuse over his skin, and captured Chrollo's lips, instantly drawing the older man into a passionate kiss. Kurapika deepened it without hesitation, his teeth nibbling and tugging on Chrollo's bottom lip.

It was then, every negative feeling he had quickly evaporated.

When Kurapika's lips unexpectedly came over his, Chrollo wasted no time in accepting it, the aspect of it was heated, ravenous, demanding. It wasn't often that he experienced Kurapika like this, but more and more, the younger man's aggressive nature kept showing. Seeing it again even now made Chrollo extremely enthralled.

Slightly altering his position, he began to lower Kurapika down gradually until the younger man's back came to rest against the grass, their bodies almost merging perfectly together. He allowed himself to linger for a few moments more, tasting everything the Kurta had to offer before severing the kiss and lifting enough so he could look at Kurapika.

"It really does feel like it's been a long time since we had time to ourselves." Chrollo began, hands dancing up Kurapika's sides, fingertips sliding beneath the rim of his coat and began lifting it slowly. "I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be with you like this."

Kurapika had been vaguely aware of his back contacting the ground, but the moment the kiss was severed, he opened his eyes to gaze at the older man who was now positioned above him. The hungry look Kurapika saw within them only made him aware of just how much passion was surging beneath their swirling color.

He trembled when Chrollo's fingers began tracing along his sides. "Yes... It has," and he felt the coat that he was wearing being pushed up along his arms, "too long." Kurapika murmured huskily, desire lacing the words.

Chrollo continued to push the coat up along his arms, and Kurapika knew his lover planned on divesting him of it. Despite the fact he had grown accustomed to wearing it over the last few months, Kurapika didn't bother stopping him and lifted his arms so the older man could remove it.

Casting the coat aside, Chrollo looked over Kurapika's form once more before dipping back down to retake the blond's lips, hands now sliding along his waist. Eagerly, Chrollo slipped his fingers beneath the hem of Kurapika's tabard and caressed the soft tender skin.

Kurapika tightened his grip upon his lover's shoulders the moment he felt the older man lips against his own and accepted the kiss without hesitation, Chrollo's scent filling his nostrils. His eyes slipped closed, and the younger man groaned softly, his body shivering when the older man's hands slid beneath the waistband of his tabard.

Seamlessly, Chrollo deepened the kiss further as it became hungry and desperate, the urges he felt, the way his own body reacted and the heat that began to pool in his own groin was enough to depict just how much he wanted Kurapika.

They lingered that way for a time, their lips massaging desperately against one another as they enjoyed the satiety of the moment.

When the need for air came, Chrollo broke the kiss and leaned over to lick Kurapika's neck, trailing up and along its surface until he reached the younger man's jaw and stopped right before his ear. "Far too long." Chrollo breathed, taking the lobe between his teeth and pulling on it.

Kurapika's mind suddenly exploded with emotions as his slender frame had instantly reacted to Chrollo's lingering touches, the older man's tongue drawing over his flesh had elicited another series of breathless moans.

"I want you," Kurapika groaned out before even realizing it, the desperation in his tone all too clear and without thinking his back arched when Chrollo's lips pulled at his ear lobe, every nerve coming alive as the surges only continued to find the focal point down in the very center of his heightening arousal. He could feel his own pants become tight.

Chrollo smiled the moment Kurapika breathed those words, his lover sounding passionate and needy. "I know," Chrollo whispered against his ear, voice husky and knowing, pleased by the reaction. "It turns me on when you want me."

Every time Kurapika got like this when the younger man practically craved him made Chrollo shiver.

His own groin constricted at the thought, the reality making Chrollo painfully aware. Using one hand, he slipped it behind the Kurta's head, fingers winding amid golden tresses as he held his lover firm, lips working relentlessly against Kurapika's own. The other slipped effortlessly between the younger man's thighs, his palm gliding over the swelling mass beneath.

Another moan tore from Kurapika's throat, and his body moved of its own volition, hips jerking up to press against Chrollo's hand as the older man palmed his cock through his clothes, the touches causing him to shiver again and again. It was mind-blowing. He couldn't get enough. Wasting no time, Kurapika deepened the kiss once again, his tongue pleading, urging, demanding entrance, teeth raking at Chrollo's lip to emphasize the notion.

Kurapika made it too hard to resist. The allure, the enticement, it was strong, and Chrollo knew he was just as captivated as Kurapika was. It was an idea he had grown accustomed to, even welcomed, each time his lover allowed himself to be like this with him only made Chrollo enthralled, the result heightening his own desire.

He knew Kurapika wanted him, there was no denying it. The younger man had practically admitted it.

Giving the blond what he craved was easy, and Chrollo maintained the kiss, the ache in his lungs a distant feeling until he could no longer deny the need for air. Breaking away from Kurapika, his eyes landed on his lover, and it was then Chrollo felt his breath nearly taken away.

Intense and vibrant scarlet eyes met his own and Chrollo couldn't help but admire the beauty they retained, every reason why he still loved those eyes was in the younger man who laid beneath him. They glimmered like rubies, illuminated by the moon and shone at their brightest, making the sight almost too perfect to behold.

Reluctantly lifting away from Kurapika and the warmth of his inviting body, Chrollo stood, his fingers going down to work at the buckles to his pants as he quickly removed them, casting them aside before undoing the button and zipper. Slipping his fingers beneath the hem, Chrollo hastily pushed the tight article off his legs along with his undergarments and kicked them away, instantly freeing his cock.

Without warning, he knelt down, lips peeling into a seductive grin and reached over Kurapika to grab the hem of his tabard and grey training suit, fingers winding in the fabric as he jerked them off his lover roughly, not wanting any barriers left between them. He decided, however, to let Kurapika remove the remaining portion that still covered his torso.

The cold night air instantly hit Kurapika's skin, and he shivered. It only took the blond a moment to adjust to temperature but when he did, his attention was drawn to Chrollo, and the vision he saw nearly left him breathless.

Crimson instantly rose along his pale skin as he took in the view of his lover's fully nude form, the older man looking even more gorgeous than Kurapika had remembered.

However, the moment his gaze traveled downward, seeing how hard Chrollo was, Kurapika felt the heat surge to his groin, and his own dick started to throb.

Seeing Kurapika's reaction, Chrollo grinned and backed up as he started descending into the calm waters of the pond, eyes never leaving Kurapika's. "Come over to the waterfall, Kura." He spoke in a beseeching tone then turned as he waded out towards the cascading wall of water, leaving only his exposed back for the blond to see.

Lifting himself off the ground, Kurapika began to quickly undo the clasps to his tabard, the article loosening around him and easily falling away. He then reached around himself, hands gripping the hem of his training suit before jerking it up off his torso, and letting it fall with the rest of his clothes. Kurapika trembled again when the air hit his completely naked body before he became accustomed to it and started to descend slowly into the welcoming caress of the pond.

The temperature of the water was refreshing, and Kurapika waded further in, the surface rising around him and causing the water to ripple. His toes pressed into the sand beneath his feet and were so refined it was almost like silk.

Following Chrollo, the Kurta noticed the older man by the waterfall as he watched the flow cascading over the smooth stones that laid within. As Kurapika approached, the mist it produced was relaxing and felt good against his skin.

Coming up beside a rather large, but smooth boulder that was jutting out of the pristine waters, Kurapika paused, left hand coming to rest against the stone's surface. "It's even more beautiful up close," the Kurta spoke softly, just loud enough for his lover to hear, "as I never came out this far before to see it."

At that moment, the older man turned to face him.

It was the second time that night Kurapika had his breath taken away.

Licking his lips, Kurapika felt his chest constrict. The way Chrollo looked at him, how those eyes were beckoning and hungry, practically drinking him in, Kurapika was mesmerized. He watched as Chrollo appeared to radiate beneath the iridescent hue of the moon, rivulets of water trailing down over the smooth planes of his skin, hair wet and disarrayed - the younger man didn't realize before just how heavenly his lover really was.

Motioning closer, Chrollo came up before the younger man, the sight of Kurapika only caused the burning need he was experiencing to intensify. Those entrancing scarlets were blazing as ever, making his lover appear like a celestial being.

Chrollo purred, a coy smile pulling at his lips. "It's not nearly as beautiful as what I see in front of me." The response came as he placed the palms of both hands on either side of Kurapika and pressed his body firmly against the Kurta's own, pinning him against the rock. Eyes locked with those fervid rubies once more. "Everything pales in comparison to you, Kurapika," Chrollo added as he reached over to place one of his lover's hands on his waist before leaning in to recapture Kurapika's lips, drawing him instantly into a fierce, hungry kiss.

Swallowing thickly, Kurapika only had enough time to draw in a breath before Chrollo's lips were over his, the older man's tongue pushing into his mouth as he was instantly locked into a bruising kiss. Letting his eyes fall shut, he accepted it, Kurapika's own lips massaging desperately against his lover's own as his arms slowly came around Chrollo's back, hands pressing firmly against his skin.

It was all the Kurta could do; the contact, the heat, the way Chrollo's body pressed almost perfectly against his own, it ripped a soft groan from him.

Amazing. Simply amazing. Kurapika's reactions enticed Chrollo. How quickly the younger man accepted the kiss as he relented and fell into the moment, the way those lips worked back against his own, Chrollo couldn't help himself. His tongue instantly found Kurapika's and twined with it, the sudden taste of his lover bloomed within his mouth, and Chrollo didn't resist the moan that rumbled in the back of his throat.

Kurapika was like a rare delicacy, the nectar the Kurta had to offer made him insatiable. Chrollo was hooked, the addiction too strong to resist.

Not that he had any intention of doing so.

He rather enjoyed how attracted he was, how deep the need ran, every aspect only made him want Kurapika that much more. Even as that body was pressed firmly against his own, he couldn't help how magnificent it felt.

As his lips worked relentlessly against Kurapika's, Chrollo began trailing his left hand down the younger man's side, those fingers grazing ever so lightly over the skin before reaching his ass to cup it, giving it a firm squeeze. There was just nothing that amounted to exactly how unique Kurapika was.

Chrollo was enjoying every moment, relishing in the closeness they shared alone.

His hand lingered a few moments as he gave Kurapika's ass another squeeze before drawing away to let his fingers move agonizingly slow over the younger man's hip, mildly teasing the flesh along the way before letting it slip between his thighs again and over the surface of his swelling dick.

There was no holding back, and there was no stopping the moan that tore from his throat. Because at that very moment when the sensation was too strong, his emotions running high, and the surge of electricity which raced through his body causing every nerve to come alive, Kurapika knew it would only be a matter of time before he would come undone. Chrollo knew how to work him, how to touch him, everything the older man did was intent on making him feel good.

Kurapika trembled when he felt Chrollo's hand trace over the skin along his hip, but he instantly arched when it slipped low enough to graze over his already agonizing cock. There were just no words to describe how it made him feel, and the very aspect that he knew he was slowly slipping under and beneath the storm of his own proclivity was enough to keep him from resisting.

The pull was strong, and Kurapika only wanted more. So much more. He had long since known there was just no way he could ever get enough of Chrollo.

Maybe Kurapika would never understand why he had such an impellent drive as he did, but in truth, he really didn't care.

Each and every moment he spent with Chrollo, every time they contacted, touched and bordered on the verge of losing it all were the very reasons that kept Kurapika coming back for more. Not only did he love Chrollo, but the aspect of just being connected to him in the most profound, most intimate way possible was enough to keep him from ever wanting to stop.

Mindlessly, Kurapika ground his hips against Chrollo's own, the connection enticing his growing need as his dick continued to become painfully swollen, the pressure in his groin only enhancing the sensation.

Every part of him, even his mind was swarmed by raging emotions; need, want, hunger, the carnal pull finally causing Kurapika to bring his legs up and around Chrollo's waist, crossing them at the ankles to lock himself into place and giving the older man better access to him. Kurapika broke from the kiss to toss his head back, exposing his neck as he cried out breathlessly, his back pressing even more firmly against the surface of the boulder. The spray from the waterfall had coated his countenance and dampened his golden hair.

Kurapika was slowly falling as was starting to become lost within the rapture he felt, the lasciviousness progressively taking over.

He was barely in control of his emotions, in control of himself.

It was something that Chrollo aptly noticed, and encouraged, the trek of his fingers never ceasing, even after he watched as Kurapika was becoming enraptured, the intensity of those moans, the way his lover ground against him, how that body trembled, Chrollo only wanted more. To invoke the desire within Kurapika, to make him crave, yearn, to lose control, it drove Chrollo forward, the older man appealing to his own growing passion.

Chrollo grinned when Kurapika severed the kiss to cry out, the sound music to his ears. Oh how easily the younger man was bending to his will, the look on Kurapika's face, the way he moved, those sensual, pleasant moans he successfully ripped from his lover, there was no denying the Kurta wanted him. The notion was plainly written all over Kurapika's face.

Without stopping, Chrollo leaned forward as he trailed his lips up along the blond's neck until reaching his ear, then hummed. "How much do you want it?" He questioned, then took the lobe between his teeth, tugging on it briefly before pulling away. "How much do you want me, Kurapika?"

He would continue teasing Kurapika, for the blond was already too far gone to stop now. He felt his lover's body tense, the younger man was falling further into the moment, each nerve becoming electrified with the impulses which fluttered and coursed through Kurapika's veins, driving hard and deep, right down to the very center of his nucleus as the heat continued to pool into his groin.

Every touch, the way Chrollo stroked him, it threatened to break him right then and there. Kurapika pressed his back hard against the boulder, hips rocking up against Chrollo's own as another moan exited his mouth the moment he felt the older man's breath against his ear.

Finding the words to speak was almost impossible. Kurapika felt like he lost any functionality in his voice, the words exiting hoarsely. "I-I…" He managed to grind out as another breathless moan followed behind the last, body trembling as a result, "want you. I need… You. I want to… Feel you inside me." The instant the words left his mouth, crimson suffused once again over his skin, the color rising quickly up his neck to deepen on his cheeks. It was hard to believe what he had just uttered, but the feeling of being abashed dissipated in the next moment.

Kurapika couldn't believe how obstinate his body was becoming, though he didn't care to balk it. He was slowly falling into the grip of pure bliss, his mind hazed and foggy, unable to comprehend or think clearly, animalistic drive the only thing at the forefront. Though, Kurapika wasn't in any position to even try and contest it.

Not that he wanted to.

Chrollo paused, almost completely astonished by Kurapika's response, yet, it left him thoroughly pleased. So, Kurapika was begging? Good. His lover was desperate. This time, he would make Kurapika break. He would remain in control and dominate the blond. Kurapika was his, even though he loved the younger man, Chrollo wanted to see just how far he could push Kurapika into the throes of passion, hunger and need.

The torridity between them continued to grow exceptionally.

"Is that so?" Chrollo hummed, lips still dangerously close to Kurapika's ear, tongue darting out to lick over its shell. "You want me that bad, love?" Slowly, Chrollo moved his hand further down while the other one came around to cup one of the cheeks and part them, allowing his fingers to come against Kurapika's entrance. Seamlessly, he slipped one into the Kurta's waiting warmth. "Then perhaps, I shall give you what you want."

The very moment Chrollo's fingers prodded at his entrance, then pushed inside, Kurapika convulsed as another groan, one almost animalistic tore past his trembling lips.

Without warning, Kurapika thrust his hips against Chrollo's probing hand, and he dug his fingertips into the flesh of his lover's back, nails raking bloodied lines as they slid up aimlessly towards the older man's shoulders before finding roost and clutching roughly.

Little by little, Kurapika was losing control and becoming submerged within his own need and yearning. His body started to move of its own volition, those intrusive fingers only making him crave in earnest, wanting more from Chrollo. "Feels... Good." The blond uttered in raspy assent, hips pushing down on Chrollo's hand again as the older man was infiltrating him, which sent another shiver up his spine.

Everything Chrollo was doing to him, the way the older man had seized his heart, assaulted him and drew him into sinking so deep beneath the raging waves of erogenous desire it made Kurapika nearly come undone.

More and more he wanted Chrollo as he craved the older man, the need Kurapika felt was so overpowering only the primal part of him was in control.

But he knew it was the same for Chrollo as well. The older man's own appetite was mounting, want and need smoldering within fathomless grays as he was slowly faltering to his own unbridled desire.

Chrollo felt the blond's hands clutch tighter to his back before those slender fingers began scraping over his skin, causing pain to mingle with the pleasure he felt. Chrollo exhaled sharply at the sensation.

A toothy grin crossed then over Chrollo's lips as his fingers continued to push into Kurapika, those eyes watching the Kurta intently for his reactions, the water rippling in disturbance around them from their erratic movements. Gently, he inserted a second finger, stretching his lover slowly, preparing him for what was to come next. Chrollo's lips came to rest against Kurapika's neck as he began a slow, passionate trek over the pulse beneath, delivering kisses as he went.

"Then I shall make it even more pleasurable for you." He whispered against Kurapika's porcelain hued skin and allowed a third finger to join the last two, his movements cumulative, the pressure mounting within his own body as he watched Kurapika practically melt in his embrace.

Sooner or later, he knew Kurapika would crack and would give in to the grips of rapture as the younger man was too enraptured, in too deep and hankering too intently for him to stop now.

Kurapika looked perfect when he was like this.

Weakly, the Kurta's head lulled back against the boulder as scarlet eyes filled with ardor and concupiscence shone like glittering rubies beneath half-lids lined with golden lashes while they stared up at the now starry sky. Chrollo seemed already pleased with his ravenous moaning and unbridled thrusting as each act was done at his lover's beckon. When two more fingers slipped inside, Kurapika's mind exploded again, his body trembling almost uncontrollably as his lover pushed deeper into him.

It was amazing. Unbelievably amazing. Kurapika hadn't felt this good in so long; the attention his lover was giving him - even when Chrollo's warm mouth was suddenly trailing along his exposed neck, forcing his head to tilt once more, it nearly thrust him over the edge.

His lover's teeth raked over the delicate skin as Chrollo motioned towards his earlobe, taking the shell into his mouth just above his earring, suckling gently. The sensations, all of it, the Kurta was falling and at the mercy of his own growing hunger and insatiable salacity.

"M-more," Kurapika uttered, his voice heady, "please."

Lithe hands continued to grip tighter on Chrollo's shoulders, and this time Kurapika's nails broke the skin causing runlets of blood to ebb around his pale fingers as they grew rigid before relaxing. Kurapika held steady, his body shuddering violently before stilling, then drew his fingers down to rake over the taut muscles of Chrollo's arms, brushing the spider tattoo almost lovingly while leaving smears of crimson behind in their wake.

Almost as if in recourse, Chrollo retracted his fingers and pulled away from the blond, invoking another reluctant groan from him. Chrollo was sure Kurapika could sense the smirk he had on his lips as his hand came to rest on the younger man's ass again, "If that is what you wish, then I shall give you exactly what you want." He added in an erotic, hungry tone.

For a moment everything stilled, and Kurapika drew in a sharp, ragged breath as he prepared for what he knew was coming.

Chrollo wasted no time. He spread the Kurta's cheeks apart as he positioned his cock against the younger man's entrance and the world suddenly dimmed, everything fading around them.

Kurapika bit his lip harshly as he tried to force back another fervid moan when Chrollo pushed past his entrance, slowly penetrating him. Instantly, the blond tightened his legs around Chrollo's waist, his slender hands ceasing their trek to snap over to the Spider's back once again. This time, however, he did so without thought or care of the already damaged flesh.

The older man stilled, the head of his throbbing cock sitting just within and Kurapika cursed, reminding himself to relax and the pain would soon ebb into intense pleasure.

Another groan emanated from his throat, but this time at a more intense pitch, his muscles finally relaxing enough for Chrollo to proceed after getting used to his lover's girth. Kurapika lurched his hips up against the older man's, the rough movement causing the water to tremble around them. His diligence was an urge for Chrollo to continue. "Let me... Feel you." The Kurta ushered, unable to contain his wanton need for much longer.

It was something Chrollo readily picked up on; the sensation of voracity he felt in conjunction with Kurapika's own eagerness was his drive. The younger man's words along with those desperate moans which Chrollo managed to elicit from his lover was enough to provoke him into continuing.

Hesitating no longer and without a second thought, Chrollo thrust his hips down against Kurapika's, instantly driving his cock deeper into that tight body, a long, airy groan exiting past the older man's parted lips as a result.

He nearly forgot just how tight Kurapika really was. It reminded Chrollo that he was the only one ever to touch Kurapika, which still pleased him greatly.

No one would ever know the joy he felt for the Kurta would only ever be his.

Even Kurapika knew this, for the younger man's own body language confirmed it as he reacted without any cognizance. Those hips continued to thrust against him as Kurapika began to grind on him erratically, the act invoking a profound rise in Chrollo's own emotions.

They were both falling, the emotions felt between them were substantial, but even then, Chrollo knew that regardless, it was only Kurapika he desired.

Tightening his grip on Kurapika's hips, Chrollo began to fall into a slow rhythm, the heat his lover was producing caused him to groan in pleasure, "Tell me," he uttered while looking into the Kurta's beautiful scarlet eyes, "you like it when I am inside of you?" Chrollo teased as he pressed against the younger man before leaving sweltering kisses along his lover's throat until reaching his chin before biting down gently.

It was difficult to breathe, yet Kurapika could hear the tempo of their breathing become unified as each movement choreographed between them started to flow like an intricate dance. His back arched more against the smooth boulder, causing his body to quickly and effortlessly press against Chrollo's own muscular physique, their bodies melding almost perfectly together.

Those resilient scarlets that were filled with brilliance remained locked in desire as the Kurta watched the appetence waver behind his lover's own eyes. Even though Kurapika could barely contain his own raging compulsion, he could sense the ambition coursing through Chrollo's own veins as the man's own heart was beating rapidly.

Breathlessly, Kurapika fell back against the boulder he was pinned against and severed eye contact as they slipped close once more, his arms wrapping tightly around his lover's back. Kurapika clutched feebly to Chrollo's damp skin as it was made slick from the spray of the waterfall along with forming beads of sweat. Every time he felt the older man pull back haltingly, retracting almost entirely from inside him, Chrollo would stall before thrusting forward, driving his thick cock back deep inside, nearly burying himself to the hilt.

It was maddening. It was blissful. The sensations raged through Kurapika's lithe frame, electrifying him to the point that every nerve was burning with undulating impulses.

Drawing a ragged breath into his lungs, Kurapika growled low and deep, hips jerking back up to meet pointedly with Chrollo's own, the force driving the man's cock so far into him the tip finally impacted with the bundle of nerves hidden within.

Kurapika hissed as the sensation jolted through his body causing him to shudder violently. He tightened his grip around the older man's back as Chrollo practically ravished him.

When those velvety lips reached his chin after casting passionate kisses along the lines of his throat, Kurapika wasn't able to hold back his own building libertine, the heat nearly burning him to the core. "Yes I do..." he groaned hoarsely after finding the ability to speak, their hips beginning to find an impassioned rhythm as their bodies gyrated against one another. "I want more. Please. Don't stop." Kurapika begged, desperation lacing his words.

Falling. Kurapika was plunging while slowly letting go. The further he went, the more entrenched he became. The sea raged and threatened to pull him under the squalling storm of passion, yearning, and ecstasy.

Being with Chrollo like this, just the way the older man touched him, held him, made him feel good was enough to keep him coming back for more. Kurapika melded into the moment as his breaths quickened, hips continuing to find and match pace with Chrollo's own. Every part of him was subjected to the ardor that fluctuated around them, their bodies coated by the spray which emanated from the waterfall they were beside, its grandeur accenting the elation he felt.

Though, Kurapika knew he wasn't experiencing the felicity alone. He could tell in Chrollo's movements that his lover was just as taken as he was, the look he saw in those striking grey eyes was enough to speak for itself. There was no denying Chrollo was enjoying their coupling as much as he was.

It became evident when Chrollo moved away from his chin to look directly into his flaming scarlet eyes, a faint grin crossing over his lips. The look was smoldering, an overture of intense hunger that the older man couldn't seem to subdue as it flickered behind his eyes. Yet, what Kurapika saw was the same thing he was sure Chrollo had seen in himself.

The demand, the compulsion, they both wanted each other, the sexual pull only driving them further, Kurapika's own body tingling as he sought for release.

Chrollo was no different, the older man making it known that he wanted the same as Kurapika. Although he was enthralled with how desperate the blond was becoming, those sultry words, the quickening in his pace along with those beautiful sounds he was making, amused Chrollo but also pleased him. Watching Kurapika as he was slowly coming undone while practically begging for him caused that grin to tug at the corner of his mouth, and Chrollo was relishing in every moment he shared with the blond.

Fingers crept upward when he let them move from their perch on Kurapika's ass to behind his lover's thighs as he gently lifted the younger man's hips up even more, and without warning, plunged deep inside of him roughly. The angle allowed him to come into contact with Kurapika's prostate, the sensation causing chills to run up Chrollo's spine. Kurapika was as tight as ever, "Is that so?" Chrollo breathed, a soft groan accenting his words, "You want me that badly, don't you?" The question came, but he didn't wait for the Kurta to answer as he tightened his grip.

Roughly, Chrollo's hips crashed against Kurapika´s again, the momentum driving him to the furthest reaches possible. He could sense Kurapika tensing beneath him as a result; that lithe body trembled when he contacted the Kurta's sensitive spot within, causing a groan to rip from his throat.

The sound caused Chrollo to grin in satisfaction, those lips finding Kurapika's soon after.

Panting, Kurapika lazily raised his head off the surface of the boulder he laid against, tresses matted and dripping, those hazed over eyes seeking refuge in hungry grays and soon became immersed within them. Every time their hips contacted, Kurapika lost himself more and more, the sensation of Chrollo's thick cock grazing his prostate didn't help. Especially when he nearly pulled out, only to push back in agonizingly slow.

For a moment, the Kurta felt a semblance of dominant will come over him, and he hissed sharply, hips bucking upward roughly to force Chrollo back into him, the impact making it caress over his sweet spot once more. "Don't... Don't stop. Keep going." The act elicited another groan from the blond, and a small smile crept at the corners of his wet lips, "I want you more than you know." He groaned out before his world suddenly erupted in utter euphoria as Chrollo's own mouth seized his own.

Everything around him slipped into darkness as the blond melted, lips instantly parting when he felt Chrollo´s tongue demand entrance, feeling it move inside without hesitation and taste him in wild abandon. Kurapika's own tongue swept forward to greet the intruding appendage, wasting no time seeking Chrollo's flavor.

It was all so exhilarating. So exciting. Kurapika just could not seem to sate his germinating thirst.

Once the need for air came, Chrollo severed the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as he gazed longingly down at the most exquisite thing to ever exist. Kurapika's immaculate body looked so delectable while his skin was coated in a sheen of sweat and mist from the waterfall making the younger man look angelic and heavenly. It was hard to hold back as the rhythm of their hips moving in unison only enhanced the sensation.

Those rosy lips looked so kiss bruised and swollen it brought an urge to recapture them once more, but Chrollo refrained.

Instead, he settled on admiring the younger man still beneath him, those eyes so vibrant, how vulnerable Kurapika looked, it was the most perfect thing the older man had ever seen.

He hummed. "Good." And drove his hips a little more forcefully against Kurapika's, the pressure in his groin continued to build as Chrollo knew he wouldn't last much longer. Both of them were feeling the grips of ecstasy and desire, the need to reach completion becoming too strong. "Then I shall give you exactly what you want," Chrollo purred, lust edging every word spoken.

Kurapika opened his eyes the moment their kiss was severed, but remain half-lidded as he found the lust-filled hues of Chrollo's own, knowing that his lover was still locked within the throes of their coupling. The older man abruptly slowed his pace as it became more leisurely to draw out the moment and take his time, but Kurapika responded with a harsh thrust of his own hips, the feel of Chrollo impaling him once more brought about another long, drawn-out a groan.

A faint smile crossed over Kurapika's lips as his hungry gaze lingered over the glossed and slicked plains of Chrollo's form. He savored the lush and picturesque glory, the crystalline sheen accenting his lover's skin made him glow beneath the pale moon. Chrollo looked stunning against the serene backdrop, the sound of the water rushing around them only added to the magnificent display.

The blond let his fingers unlatch from Chrollo's back to slip up and hook around his shoulders, easily holding him snugly in place. Kurapika breathed sharply through his nose as his hips decreased in pace and began matching the new beat his lover had taken.

Although it was agonizingly slow again, the blond enjoyed every second of it, his body's reactions a connotation of his gradually rising libido. The ecstasy produced by it let the Kurta know that it would only be a matter of time before the need to reach completion would herald, and sooner or later he would be sent into the apex of paradise.

Even as he knew Chrollo had gone idle with his movements, Kurapika could sense the deft pulse between them which spoke they were only fighting off the inevitable.

"Chrollo..." Kurapika's voice cracked, the rest of his sentence getting cut off the moment Chrollo's warm mouth came against the side of his jaw at the sound of his name, but this time more gentle and caressing. Again those rubies slipped behind the veil and became hidden from view as he melded into the sensation, his body trembling as each pulse and ardent waved coursed intensely through him. For the breadth of a moment, time stood still, and Kurapika found himself unable to resist the calling of that ever-present need for culmination. "Faster... Please." He whispered, beckoning to his lover, the words almost pleading. "I... I want to really... Feel you." The Kurta murmured, his groin constricting again. Each impulse burned through him while causing the blood to rush down into his own painfully swollen dick as it rested against his lover's abdomen and begged for attention, Kurapika desperately wanting Chrollo to fuck him senseless.

It was like an invitation. The slow draw of his name spilling from Kurapika's lips as the younger man watched him while the look of utter animalistic and primal hunger behind those coveted scarlet eyes made Chrollo spellbound and left him unable to resist its hold. Just the very look alone as Kurapika greedily drank him in was enough to solicit his drive.

He tightened his grip on Kurapika's thighs, fingertips dangerously close to breaking the skin as the beckon of his lover's plea nearly pushed him into a frenzy, and Chrollo rammed his hips against the younger man's as a result. He bent down slightly, the angle allowing him to reach as deep inside Kurapika he could go, and his lips came within meters of the blond's ear, voice practically purring. "If that is what you wish," he paused, breathing against Kurapika's skin, "then I will ensure you feel everything."

Again, Chrollo thrust down hard against the younger man beneath him, his cock burrowing to the very hilt. He could sense Kurapika trembling, that lithe, beautiful body arching and bucking wildly against his own, the feeling of skin contacting skin only enhancing the incredible sensation. The sweet moans the Kurta produced along with the sounds of the waterfall and the pond splashing around them was nothing short of magical.

He picked up speed, and Chrollo's once erratic movements soon found an even more steady rhythm as each downward thrust sent his own engorged cock abyssal into the warmth of his lover's tight, welcoming body. The walls within Kurapika rippled and constricted around him almost in unison to his thrusts as the feeling continued dragging him closer and closer to the end. Chrollo's own body tensed with each impulse and surge of unbridled energy that coursed through him, leaving him unable to resist any longer.

There was no stopping it and there was no denying the inevitable. It was white-hot and searing, Chrollo's skin blooming with sweat the longer he continued to pump into Kurapika vigorously, each drive inward connecting with the younger man's prostate.

At the rate they were going, Chrollo was able to sense his own growing thirst for release, and it was just a matter of time before it all came crashing down. He knew it was boding true for Kurapika as well.

Gods, there was just no way he could ever get enough of Kurapika.

It was pure adrenaline, and every part of him was being driven on sheer impulse. Kurapika's body continued its traitorous functionality, his thighs grinding and rocking against the hips of his lover, feeling Chrollo slowly pick up the pace as a low and guttural moan released from the depths of the older man's own throat.

It was like a sweet symphony. Their soft, yet erotic sounds rose into the air around them as the beautiful melody of their lovemaking filled Kurapika's ears, drawing him further into its tantalizing allure.

The younger man continued to keep an even tempo, his body colliding against Chrollo's hardened physique as his lover thrust impetuously into him. The muscles within became reactive as they constricted and rippled over the older man's thick erection while drawing it completely abyssal and sending it continuously over Kurapika's prostate. Each pass, each caress, the gentle, yet, adamant breech over his sweet spot successfully only heightened the blond's awareness. His body tensed, almost seized as he was taken over by the incalescence that made his groin become unbearably tight.

Every part of him ached, desired, and clawed for release, the feeling of swelling in his abdomen making itself glaringly apparent. It seemed Chrollo had sensed this and his pace increased in speed, hips becoming more brazen and erratic, pumping feverishly against Kurapika's ass while suddenly making the blond's frame slide harshly against the boulder he rested on.

Instantly, Kurapika altered his position and lifted himself up slightly higher, which gave Chrollo the perfect angle to hit him at his deepest point, causing the younger man to cry out.

Panting, the Kurta struggled to maintain focus as his mind was clouding over and he could feel it rising into a growing crescendo, its beckon becoming undeniable. Kurapika was ready; his body was needy, and craving for release, his rapidly beating heart mirroring the very urgency he was outwardly showing, feeling the euphoria rising around him. Kurapika groaned pleadingly as his hips crashed without mercy against Chrollo's thighs, embedding his lover's erection so deep within him, it sent another wave of pure ecstasy through his body.

He could feel the raging pulse between them as the arduous pull of paradise was ringing in his ears, Kurapika's movements reflecting his craving and desire. "I am... Close." He groaned and drove himself brashly against Chrollo, his agonizing dick colliding against the man's abdomen, the strain only making him more desperate. Steadily, the Kurta kept pace with his lover, but with a bit more finesse, adjuration of how much he wanted to climax with Chrollo.

The sensation of the blond's violently trembling body and hips forcing up against his own had awoken something deep within Chrollo. His fingers tightened their grip on Kurapika's thighs although the younger man had already adjusted himself so he could penetrate his lover to the fullest and began pounding into him mercilessly.

Growling, the older man found himself nearly unable to control his raging emotions, the scent of their sex mingled with his lover's own unique aroma was driving him practically insane.

Just like Kurapika, Chrollo could feel every nerve inside his own body strain as the pressure continued to mount within his own groin, luring him closer and closer to reaching his zenith. The warmth and constriction of Kurapika's own body added to the heightening sensation, making it impossible to delay his imminent release.

Slowly he lifted away from the blond's chin once he was satisfied with the mark left behind and looked down once again into those beautiful, passionate scarlet eyes, a smirk crossing over his tanned lips, "You better cum for me." The demand came, and Chrollo instantly moved one of his hands from Kurapika's leg to curl around his needy, throbbing dick and without hesitation, began stroking the engorged length. "Don't hold back."

Following his words, Chrollo aimed for Kurapika's neck once more and began to trail his lips along its expanse before reaching the collarbone where he instantly bit down roughly, but this time it caused a thin trail of blood to run over the Kurta's soft, pale skin.

Kurapika could only gasp. The entirety of his body began convulsing uncontrollably as every nerve flashed with heated impulses, the sensation nearly thrusting him over the edge. He felt himself teetering, everything around him threatening to collapse and the Kurta knew he was fading and fast.

"Say my name Kurapika," Chrollo commanded once he lifted away, a small blotch of red adorning his flesh. "I want to hear you say it." He added. This time he jerked roughly along Kurapika's shaft while driving his hips without mercy against him. Chrollo growled to add emphasis behind his words, tongue darting out to lick the stain from lips.

Between Chrollo pounding relentlessly into him and over his prostate in time to the rhythm of his hand stroking ravishingly along his swollen cock became his final calling. His undoing. There was no holding him back, and like a pendulum, the motion swung in favor of surrender and finally, the unquenchable tempest came to stake her claim, pulling Kurapika entirely under.

Without thought, without warning, every nerve and muscle in Kurapika's entire body began to tremor, the vibration causing the water to ripple and flow around them. Mindlessly, his lower half jolted out of the water and up against Chrollo's grip around him while at the same time driving the man's cock back down into him and to the furthest depth it could go.

The finality of it sent the blond over the edge, unable to deny his ascension any longer as he hit his limit.

Kurapika threw his head back and screamed. "Chrollo!" the name rolling off his lips the moment before everything burst and thick, molten ropes expelled forth to coat over Chrollo's fingers as they were still wound tightly around him. Kurapika panted as the last ounces of his vitality melted away and he fell back nearly boneless against the cool surface of the boulder, weakly clutching to his lover's body. His hips continued to motion idly against his lover's own, still craving, hungering, needing his lover's own release, beckoning Chrollo to join him in paradise.

The instant he heard the sound of his name, Chrollo let a grin spread across his lips as he gave a few more ample pumps to Kurapika's shaft, feeling him finally climax as hot, thick warmth spilled forth, leaking in rivers to cover his fingers. Slowly, Chrollo lifted his hand away and brought it up to his mouth, his dark, grey eyes finding Kurapika's own scarlet ones.

For a moment, the older man became transfixed and lost within those bewitching seas of red, his lips hovering just above his hand. "You're so beautiful," Chrollo purred, hips rocking rhythmically in time to the sensational waves of euphoria that was seizing him whole, matching the speed to Kurapika's own weak bucking.

His tongue snaked out from between supple mounds and began gliding over his fingers, lapping up Kurapika's essence, soft groans echoing his actions, professing Chrollo's enjoyment and partaking in his lover's flavor. "You taste good."

Cleaning the last of Kurapika's mess from his hand, he lowered it to clutch tightly on the Kurta's hip, eyes slipping closed as he breathed in heavily the scent of their lovemaking.

As he picked up the pace, Chrollo's hips crashed hard against Kurapika's ass, feeling himself nearing. "Oh... Fuck..." Every part of him trembled as those tight walls which surrounded him, rippled over his cock as he plummeted deep into his lover, the sensation threatening to drag him under. Oh God, how good Kurapika felt around him; the warmth of the younger man's body, the way he withered beneath him, those gorgeous scarlet eyes as they drank him in, the experience was unbelievable.

Chrollo couldn't hold it back any longer, and his groin grew tight, the calescent waves his final testament that his release was imminent. The older man gave one last forceful thrust as he finally climaxed, his own thick warmth spilling deep inside Kurapika, hips moving languidly against his lover's own as he rode out his orgasm.

When the last ounce of his strength ebbed away, he collapsed against Kurapika, both of them becoming an instant tangle of limbs. Sucking in a much-needed breath, he leaned in close to whisper in Kurapika's ear as he came down slowly from his high. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He questioned, panting heavily before taking the Kurta's lips with his own and pushed his tongue inside, instantly finding Kurapika's and curling around it.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and Kurapika's body tensed the moment he felt Chrollo stiffen as the older man finally reached his peak and climaxed. Those hips continued to move against him as his lover rode out the remainder of his orgasm before collapsing on top of him. Kurapika wound his tired arms around Chrollo, holding that spent body close to his own.

They remained silent a bit before Chrollo whispered in his ear, the words teasing as the man's warm breath dusted over his skin. Kurapika was unable to suppress the shiver that ran up his spine, and before he could speak, Chrollo captured his lips, wasting no time shoving his tongue inside.

Sighing, he fell into the moment, accepting the invading appendage as it slid along his own. The kiss was fierce, demanding and pleasing. Kurapika enjoyed the feeling of it as the taste of his lover crept into his mouth, Chrollo's flavor still unique.

Finally, Kurapika broke away, and his eyes opened to look at Chrollo. "It was better than I expected." The blond cooed in response, then buried his nose into the crook of his lover's shoulder. As he tried to regain his lost strength and recover from his intoxication, Kurapika laid there while he luxuriated in the very essence of their coupling.

A few moments later, he pulled back to look back into Chrollo's eyes. What he saw left him nearly stunned.

Slowly, his gaze flickered over the gorgeous creature above him before Kurapika lifted to trail his swollen lips along the side of Chrollo's jawline, leaving gentle kisses in his wake as they dusted across tanned skin before sliding down almost enticingly towards the Spider's neck, feeling the pulse race through his veins.

Almost as if he was tethered to the area, Kurapika bit down and began suckling hard upon the flesh, quickly drawing blood. The taste of metal bloomed upon his tongue.

The sensation was primal, animalistic, its hold was digging and clawing into the younger man as he started to fall back into the coiling grips of ardor once more. His own groin started to ache as he felt himself growing hard again, thighs trembling with excitement as he pressed heatedly against Chrollo, feeling their connection, "Dammit... I still want you," Kurapika hissed, and he slipped away to lap over the tendril of blood that ran down over his lover's collarbone, then breathed in his scent before motioning back up. Latching onto the underside of Chrollo's jaw again, he drew hard on the skin where he knew it would bruise. "What you continue to do to me..." The Kurta whispered haughtily, erotic undertones now etching his voice.

Chrollo sucked in a sharp breath when Kurapika pulled back just enough so their eyes locked once more. Even then, the older man couldn't get over just how perfect the blond really was.

Especially with how audacious and eager he was being.

"It was as good for me as it was for you." He responded in a tired voice. Chrollo kept himself buried inside his lover, feeling Kurapika's own thighs tighten around him, and preventing them from separating. Without warning, the blond's mouth came up against his jaw, and he could feel those succulent lips begin trailing against it, the warmth of his breath, how those teeth grazed his skin as the younger man moved along his pulse. Chrollo groaned. Everything stopped, and he breathed in slowly as Kurapika bit down and began roughly sucking on the area that would probably bruise later.

A trickle of warmth streamed down over his collar bone, and he knew Kurapika had drawn blood. Chrollo's breath hitched in his throat this time, shuddering visibly as those lips soon moved, Kurapika's tongue rolling over his skin to lap up the crimson staining it before dusting up towards his jawline and biting down on him once more. The older man felt his entire body tense.

Oh, how Kurapika was trying to dominate him. Mark him. It was exciting to see his lover exhibit so much gusto.

Chrollo was uncertain if he would be able to contain himself. Everything the Kurta was doing to him was only igniting his appetite for more.

The words Kurapika had spoken only enhanced that yearning, knowing how much of an impact he had on the blond was invigorating.

Becoming lost amid the storm was easy, entirely giving into it was easiest. However, knowing just how tempting Kurapika could be, how advantageous and commanding, even desperate he was made Chrollo tremble. It was intoxicating, provocative, enticing. No matter what he did, what his lover did, there was just no quelling his insatiable hunger, attraction, and need he had for Kurapika.

With as much he loved Kurapika, the undeniable pull the Kurta had on him was evident. He craved the younger man, but also cherished every moment they shared.

This was no different.

Once Kurapika pulled away, Chrollo took the opportunity to cup his lover by the chin and moved Kurapika back to face him, looking deep in his lover's eyes. For a moment he watched the blond, noticing a small blotch of bright red adorning his wet, pink lips.

Grinning, Chrollo leaned in close, his own lips nearly brushing the Kurta's, "It pleases me knowing how much I affect you," Chrollo replied enthusiastically before closing the gap between them to capture his lover's mouth into a deep kiss, tasting his blood on them. His hand moved away from the blond's chin as Chrollo let it slide down along the backside of his lover before coming up to coil around Kurapika's shaft, feeling him become hard again.

Everything slowly faded around him, and Kurapika was finding it hard to breathe much less contain the resurfacing of emotions that threatened to break down his barriers and take over him once again. The longer he remained within the clutches of the Spider, the further he fell. Not that he was complaining, the younger man was finding the thrill in each contact the had, the sensation only invoking his will continue.

When he felt Chrollo's fingers take hold of his chin, bringing him to face the older man, it was then Kurapika knew. He could see the reflection of himself within them, the resemblance striking. What he saw and how lucid it was, the reality of its composition only invoked further realization of just how alike he and Chrollo really were.

It was a notion he struggled with, but it was undeniable. Though, it didn't stop him. Chrollo was like a drug, and Kurapika was addicted. He couldn't seem to get enough.

He knew the same was true for Chrollo, the older man's words a firm affirmation of that fact.

The rhythm of his heart changed, its beat growing rapid the moment when Chrollo's lips came over his as the heat surrounded them once more. It was blissful, phenomenal, entirely unworldly and Kurapika found himself giving in and letting go, his mind filling with sexual thoughts when he felt the older man's hand wrap around his cock again. His lips brushed and danced, massaging boldly along Chrollo's, drinking in all his tall and dark lover had to offer, reveling in his very unique yet, exquisite taste. Breathing in sharply, Kurapika pulled away abruptly, his mouth trailing feathery light just along the side of his lover's jaw as he gave a weak thrust to his hips. "Take me to the bank." He purred and stopped just before reaching Chrollo's ear. "Let me show just how much I want you."

Though Kurapika felt nearly embarrassed to talk in such a scandalizing tone, Chrollo reacted approvingly as his slender body was tugged firmly against his lover, the contact dredging another laden groan and practically making him forget about his bashfulness.

Without reservation, he moved rhythmically along with Chrollo, the older man's cock beginning to fill and swell again inside him, the feeling it produced was always unlike any other. The craving was insurmountable, practically driving the Kurta crazy.

Lowering his arms to hold tightly around Chrollo's shoulders, he gave the area a squeeze, hinting that he wanted his lover to move, ready to exit the pond.

Even then, Kurapika could sense Chrollo's amusement through his aura as the older man observed him, though the blond could plainly see that his lover was feeling the grips of passion just like he was.

"Is that so?" Chrollo spoke after a few minutes of silence, the look of satisfaction crossing his demeanor when he felt the younger man grind against him so adamantly. How amazing it was to see the blond crack the way he did. Slowly Kurapika was bending and becoming less stiff. It was enjoyable to watch his lover become undeniably abashed. "As you wish." He replied teasingly and lifted Kurapika up out of the water, making his way through the rippling waves to the bank of the pond, coming to a halt just at the edge.

Gently, he eased Kurapika down on upon the soft grass lining the bank, coming on top of his lover as they are still connected.

Gray eyes surveyed every sculpted plane, curve and muscle lining the gorgeous being below him, openly admiring the Kurta's innate beauty. Gods just how succulent Kurapika was shivering and wet, lying open to being plundered.

Shifting his position, Chrollo gently pulled his dick out from his lover's body then lowered to dip down between Kurapika's legs, noticing how hard he had gotten. Chrollo began kissing him on the balls, trailing his mouth up along Kurapika's shaft before stopping at the tip. His tongue darted out to graze over the head, coiling around it sensually before taking the younger man's length slowly into his mouth. Gradually, Chrollo started drawing down along it while the fingertips of one hand slid up Kurapika's inner thigh to cup his balls as the other clutched to his hip.

The moment Kurapika felt his lover's tongue on his cock, he sucked in a sharp breath, his world soon becoming ignited within a heavenly blaze as Chrollo's lips gradually encompassed him. He let out a guttural cry, hips jolting without thought as the older man inched down along him, sending the Kurta back into the waves of eternal bliss.

It didn't take long before Chrollo found a rhythm, pumping languidly along his swollen erection and Kurapika could barely think any longer, his mind becoming a thick haze as carnality was hitting him once more.

"Oh... Gods..." He uttered, almost unable to contain the fervency mounting within. Briefly, Kurapika reveled in the thrill of it all, feeling just how amazing and exhilarating such an act produced. Never had Chrollo treated him like this before; Kurapika had often thought it was beyond his lover's ambition or will to lower himself to such standards. But there Chrollo was, pleasuring him and in the back of his mind, Kurapika felt Chrollo deserved the same. "Chrollo..." he uttered and flushed at the thought, another shiver racing up his spine, "slow down," Kurapika panted, those lips feeling utterly good around him and causing him to nearly forgetting his objective. "I... Want to..." another groan cut him off as he struggled to muster the words to speak. "...Let me pleasure you, too."

It became nearly too cumulative, his body seizing from the stimulation bursting through him, each pulse electrified and raging. The Kurta's mind faded and he was no longer comprehensible as Chrollo worked him fully into submission. His body craved and ached as Kurapika aimlessly rocked his hips while he fought hard to resist thrusting into Chrollo's warm mouth.

That tickle in the back of his mind remained; he wanted to taste his lover almost as badly as he wanted those lips to stay wound tightly around him, even as the blond's slender fingers found their way into Chrollo's tresses.

If anything, the idealism made within Kurapika's plea was enough to hint at what he wanted the older man to do.

Inwardly, Chrollo grinned in spite of himself as Kurapika's desperate entreaty captured his attention while the younger man struggled to keep from bucking into his mouth. His lips continued working without hindrance along that swollen shaft to keep Kurapika wound within rapture's embrace. Although he knew damn well that his precious and beautiful Kurta was attempting to seize control once again and become more assertive, the compelling draw such a magnetism had over him, and seeing his lover continue losing his prudish nature excited him.

Breaking down those barriers and making Kurapika more open and comfortable around him was something he had set about doing from the moment the younger man confessed to loving him. Witnessing it only made it more titillating.

As the younger man's slender fingers started carding through his raven-hued locks, Chrollo's eyes found Kurapika's impassioned scarlet ones, the thought of his lover's own mouth around him again while ruminating on how thrilling and inebriating it would be for them to pleasure each other at the same time only excited Chrollo further. The notion was rather compelling.

Suddenly, he halted his movements and pulled away from Kurapika's swollen cock that was now coated in his saliva, a tendril swung from the tip to his lips before snapping away, and he let his clouded eyes befall his succulent Kurta once more.

Wordlessly, Chrollo lifted up and away from his lover as he stood, gaze never leaving those blazing eyes as he came to the top of his lover's golden head then lowered himself once more and let his lips seamlessly glide back down along that needy dick again. The sensation of his own cock brushing along the swollen lips of his lover incited a soft, raspy groan from the depths of his throat, eager for Kurapika to take him and feel that warm, inviting mouth over him.

Gradually, he found an even, leisurely rhythm as his fingers motioned to curl around the base of the blond's shaft while his other hand began digging almost ruthlessly into the Kurta's hip, bracing himself for the assault he knew Kurapika would soon bestow upon him.

There was no wait or no delay, and his entire body soon became engulfed in the very sensation Chrollo had anticipated on the moment Kurapika curled his hand around the base of his cock while those lips parted to let that moist tongue gloss over the head of it. The feeling caused his skin to tingle and sent shivers racing up his spine.

What Kurapika had been waiting for Chrollo was now readily indulging in as the Kurta slowly worked his mouth over the head of the older man's cock, teasingly flicking his tongue along the sensitive spot just under the base of the tip. He lingered for just a moment as he toyed with the area, knowing that such a play would only drive Chrollo insane and he could feel the older man convulsing above him. The vibrations that emanated from his lover wavered through him, and it made Kurapika tighten, the building tension alone was nearly enough to drive him wild.

Moving from the area, Kurapika drug his lips back over the tip once more before parting them and letting it slip inside, his mouth finally working down along Chrollo's thick shaft.

Tears bloomed instantly at the corners of his eyes, but Kurapika didn't stop. Growling, he brought his free hand up to clutch onto Chrollo's hip, tips digging into his lover's flesh as he pinned the older man in place and lifted his head ever so slightly, full and pink lips finding their way to the base before he started his own slow and sensual rhythm. Each time he moved down, Kurapika let the tip of Chrollo's dick hit the back of his own throat as he suppressed his gag reflex, enjoying the plunge.

Kurapika's heart raced as he fell into a timely beat with Chrollo, the sound of his lover's own insatiable moans as they started to pleasure each other fervently brought him deeper into the grips of hunger and passion. His groin constricted and tightened once again as Chrollo continuously embedded him inside that sweet, warm mouth, the muscles within the older man's throat rippling along the tip.

Never had he expected it to feel so good, so tantalizing, and yet, Chrollo could feel the pressure mounting in his own groin once again. Just how constrictive and warm Kurapika's mouth was around him, how easily the younger man took the entirety of his cock without reservation, letting the tip hit the back of his own throat made Chrollo feel gratified.

It was beyond the mere comprehension of words.

Never had Chrollo experienced such a sensation, but he could hardly contain himself. Every muscle and nerve trembled as his groin seized, the heat from his lover's mouth wrapped him up in such a wonderful, lustful desire. Chrollo was barely able to contain himself. He relished in the notion and was thoroughly satisfied that Kurapika was withering beneath him.

Feeling that small frame trembling against him, melting to his touches, losing control to his every whim, it only served to rouse the older man even more.

Gradually, they both picked up the pace, falling slowly into unison with one another as the momentum between them fell from erratic to a near-perfect dance. Chrollo flowed to the tempo of his own beating heart as he moved in time with his thrusts, his mouth never losing pace as he continued to draw along Kurapika's shaft. Several times he allowed the younger man to reach the back of his throat, finding it rather simple to suppress his own gag reflex, the enjoyment he found in deep-throating was highly arousing.

It was hard resisting the urges that continuously plummeted through him as the pressure in his groin only brought about a demand for release. Between that and the ardor growing between them, Chrollo realized it was just a matter of time before he would come undone.

Even the way those perfect lips were gliding around the length of his cock, the tip plunging into the back of Kurapika's throat each time the blond moved in time to his thrusts was like absolute heaven.

Even Kurapika was struggling to hang on, the blond's movements gradually becoming strained, less rhythmic, but he wasn't ready to stop just yet. Drawing the moment out for a little longer was something he wanted, as losing the feeling now seemed too soon.

Again, Chrollo gave another ample thrust down against that luscious mouth, his body trembling from wave after wave of electric impulses surging through him. The way Kurapika moved, his taste, even as the younger man fought to keep up with him, every part of it gripped him tight. It was hard resisting.

"You like it, don't you?" Chrollo uttered as he abruptly stopped in his ministrations to tease Kurapika and slowly pulled his mouth away, a thin trail of saliva dangling between his lips and the head of his lover's cock. The unreleased pressure left behind he was sure would drive the Kurta mad. "Tell me how much you want to cum."

Chrollo sucked in a breath, letting the air fill his needy lungs before inclining forward to press his lips against the sensitive area just below the head, tongue darting out to lap along its surface.

White-hot pulses burst through his veins like liquid fire, every nerve reacting almost instantaneously and Kurapika found himself arcing without control, without consciousness, his body crashing up against Chrollo the moment those lips pulled from around him to focus on the area beneath the tip of his agonizing cock.

Panting heavily around the still swollen erection between his own lips, Kurapika felt as if he was coming apart, his body trembling violently as that voice delivered another taunting expletive, the command demanding that he profess how much he wanted to climax. It left Kurapika floundering amidst the tempest sea which he was slowly drowning within.

Every fiber of his being was strained, the struggle becoming almost overwhelming as he was losing grip on reality. The herald of paradise with its beautiful, melodious lure called like chimes on the wind as its beckon was enticing the blond towards sweet, sweet release.

There was no denying it - he indeed enjoyed it, wanted it and needed it. The way Chrollo pleasured him, made him feel, how his body reacted to the undulating pulses that surged like an electrified force through his veins was enough to bring him under.

Digging his fingers into Chrollo's hip, he groaned amply, feeling himself on the verge of breaking. "I do…" the response came as a breathy whisper, Kurapika pausing his attention on his lover's erection to speak. "I want you to make me cum. Please, Chrollo."

Crimson suffused deeper along his skin as he kept up with his profane talk. Yet, Kurapika didn't let it stop him. He was too fascinated to care. The thought of reaching his zenith and completion was all that weighed on his already hazed mind. Feeling Chrollo, tasting him, experiencing the closeness they were sharing was all he needed to keep him wanting more.

Falling back into rhythm, the Kurta resumed focus on moving along Chrollo's length, feeling the organ pulsating against his tongue as the older man thrust it into his warm mouth once again.

"Good." Chrollo smirked, feeling Kurapika's body tense as he knew his lover was near, though he waited until the waves subsided, "Just a little longer then, baby. I have an idea in mind." Making sure the younger man wouldn't climax before he was ready, he plunged that throbbing cock back into Kurapika´s mouth straight to the hilt, feeling the tip hit the back of his throat once more. Chrollo groaned from the pleasure he felt.

Not giving Kurapika room to react, the older man let his free hand slip beneath his lover's bent leg to glide aptly between those firm cheeks, his fingertips finding their target as he slid two fingers around the hole. Knowing his newfound play would corrupt his Kurta further, Chrollo decided to add multiple routes of assault, using the connection between his mouth and now prying fingers to drive his lover wild.

He let the fingertips dance around Kurapika's entrance teasingly, rubbing gently around it before slipping them in, pausing a moment to give the blond time to get used to the intrusion before pushing into him slowly.

Stars burst before Kurapika's eyes, and he did everything he could to keep from twisting within Chrollo's grasp, the heat that surged to his groin was intense and consuming, burning him to the very core.

As the older man's fingers pushed into him while those lips worked back down along his cock, it made every part of him nearly convulse simultaneously, his back arching again roughly, forcing another groan to rip from the depths of his throat. Kurapika became unrestrained, almost primal, his mind too far gone to think as Chrollo's assault brought him back into the sea of squalling passion.

Kurapika´s hips started bucking erratically, the younger man's needy length burrowing itself within that hungry mouth. Releasing another growl, Kurapika picked up his own pace, momentum getting feverish as he tried desperately to keep up with Chrollo while sucking hard on his lover's cock. He knew he was falling and fast, the combination of acts the older man was bestowing upon him would be his final undoing.

At that rate Chrollo was going, it would only send him completely over the edge.

Kurapika craved for it.

Yet, he desired to bring Chrollo to completion with him.

Almost as if Chrollo sensed it, the older man worked deftly along Kurapika's shaft, picking up the pace as his fingers moved in and out of the blond's entrance with enthusiasm while scissoring him, each deliverance he knew was causing his lover to twist and convulse. Slowly he was breaking down that resolve and crumbling those walls as he was bringing Kurapika close again.

Sensing that he was also nearing, Chrollo grinned to himself as a devious thought crossed his mind. Abruptly he stopped moving once he felt Kurapika on the brink of climax again and pulled his fingers out from inside the younger man while moving away from his cock. He could hear Kurapika's whines of protest, yet, Chrollo only held one hand firmly to the base of his lover's shaft. "Should I let you cum or not, I wonder?" He said with a wicked chuckle.

The sky overhead seemed to darken at that instant, and he could sense the change in the weather along with the smell of impending rain.

It was all he needed, every indication that he could not hold back and resist the temptation any longer became evident. Even though he wanted to continue, Chrollo knew it was futile.

He released a throaty moan and abruptly thrust his cock back down into Kurapika's mouth again, the sensation mixed with hearing his lover's labored panting and unhindered cries along with feeling the Kurta's lips and mouth working his own throbbing cock was enough to send him nearly over the edge.

This time, Chrollo knew there was no holding back.

The sound of his lover's words echoing within his ears nearly convinced Kurapika that Chrollo would continue to deny his need for release. He could feel the chill air dust over his neglected cock as he tried to contain himself although his body was strained, such a thought was instantly abolished when Chrollo's hips suddenly crashed down against him and that thick cock was jolted into the back of his mouth once more.

Kurapika suppressed the groan that rose in his chest and instinctively picked up speed knowing that Chrollo was so close, the older man undeniably ready to let go and accept his ascension, the need for release upon him.

At that very moment, Chrollo finally let go, his mind going completely blank. Everything suddenly cinched when he felt Kurapika react by picking up the pace, those lips working so sensually around him it caused the dams within his own body crumble away and without warning, thick heat surged forth as he started to cum intensely.

"Be good Kurapika and drink it up." Lust twinged Chrollo's voice as his hot and thick seed spilled deep into the back of Kurapika's throat, his eyes falling shut as a result. Vaguely, he could feel the rain that started hitting his back.

Chrollo twitched and convulsed as he rode out his orgasm, hips jaunting down against the blond's lips one last time to ensure his essence was retained within.

Instantly, Kurapika felt hot, thick and sticky liquid ooze against his tongue, the substance almost rolling down his throat and he eagerly began swallowing it as his lover had demanded. It was a taste unlike any other, slightly salty, but he enjoyed the piquancy Chrollo had to offer, savoring it with relished delight.

He wasted no time consuming the last of his lover's essence, the older man's hips pushing down against him to ensure that he did intake every last drop, which caused Chrollo to groan in satisfaction.

Once he was content, Chrollo resumed focusing on Kurapika's swollen cock as his fingers coiled around the base of it. He gave it a little squeeze for emphasis before falling into a steady rhythm as he pumped the shaft with vigor while enticing the pressure to build again. A smirk tugged at his lips. "You can cum now," Chrollo said with a taunting smile as he pulled his hand away and wrapped his lips around the head, allowing Kurapika to bury it within his mouth once more.

Chrollo fell into a quick, but even rhythm as his hands and lips worked in tandem, knowing it was only a matter of time before his gorgeous Kurta would reach his own apex.

Everything stilled, and all Kurapika heard were the sounds of their own heavy breathing and rapidly beating hearts before Chrollo's fingers constricted almost roughly around him, stroking his trembling cock earnestly while invoking the pressure to mount thoroughly within his pressurized groin. However, the moment he felt the older man's warm lips replace that hand, Kurapika knew it was finally over.

Tossing his head back, the Kurta snapped his eyes shut, and a rancorous, carnal howl erupted from deep within, his lover's name enunciated amiss the throes of euphoria as his dams finally collapsed and everything within burst forth. Slender hips jerked up against Chrollo's lips, and Kurapika held there while sending his own seed deep into the very ends of that awaiting mouth as the older man eagerly swallowed, his body twisting while he rode out his own orgasm.

Kurapika gave one last jerk before he finally succumbed as his strength waned and pulled Chrollo with him, dragging the older man down on top of him.

He laid there as they both attempted to come down from their highs, Kurapika relishing in the aftermath of his orgasm, of their sex and copulation. He could feel Chrollo moving over him, the older man's own panting echoing in his ears as he too, struggled to regain his lost strength. "That was amazing." Kurapika finally spoke after a few moments of silence, one hand coming up to weakly brush his fingers over Chrollo's hip, the older man's skin slick from sweat and rain, "I love it when we spend time like this." He added sweetly.

A soft, but satisfying smile came over the older man's lips when he felt Kurapika's fingers over his skin, and he lingered into it for a few moments, enjoying the touch.

Once he was able to muster enough strength to move, Chrollo lifted away and came to sit beside Kurapika, those grey eyes finding the younger man's own which had shifted back to their icy blue. For a moment, he watched Kurapika as he licked away the remainder of cum from his lips, contented with the finalization of their act. "Glad you think so." Chrollo teased, a grin now crossing his visage, "I can never get enough of you. No matter how amazing it is." He added but abruptly cut off his thoughts. Gently, albeit reluctantly, he pulled away completely from the tired Kurta to stand as the rain had picked up in intensity, the drops coming down faster. Chrollo reached over and retrieved his clothes, then glanced over his shoulder at the cottage that resided in the distance behind them, thinking it was time to seek shelter, "Let's go inside the cottage and get out of the rain." He commented and extended his hand to help his lover up.

The absence of warmth sent a chill up Kurapika's spine, and he watched as Chrollo pulled away moments after cleaning his lips, though the act was mesmerizing, he realized he was unable to repel the cold that appeared to be seeping into his skin. His gaze lingered momentarily on the extended hand before reaching for it, a grin of his own plastered on his face.

So, Chrollo couldn't get enough of him, either? Why wasn't he surprised?

The thought pleased him, yet, Kurapika remained silent about it, conceding to the fact they were being assaulted by the cold rain and needed to take refuge from the oncoming storm. Taking a firm hold of Chrollo's hand, he allowed the older man to pull him up as he came upon wobbly legs, his body still weak. "Alright. Perhaps we should clean up and get some rest." He intoned, and reached down beside him to collect his own clothing, though bearing nonchalance in remaining exposed as it was something he had become used to.

Being vulnerable like that around his lover didn't arise his sobriety anymore. He still held modesty and reservation when it came down to others, but alone with Chrollo, he felt as if he could become even more liberated.

For a moment, Kurapika breathed in heavily of Chrollo's musk as it easily coalesced with the scent of their lingering sex along with the aromatic smells of the earth and foliage around them. It made the blond feel slightly light-headed, and his body came against his lover's toned frame as he caught himself.

The sudden feel of an arm around him drew his attention, and Kurapika noticed Chrollo watching him with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps? I say we definitely need to clean up and get rest. Especially after all that." He teased, arm tightening around Kurapika to sustain him as the younger man's balance was still off, but also to partially regain the physical contact they had lost.

Taking a few steps once Chrollo seemed to have a firm hold on him, Kurapika attempted to draw himself forward but found the task quite challenging. "Dammit Chrollo, you wore me out." He quipped, though his voice was hushed and resonant, and his hands tightened their hold on his lover's bicep right below his spider tattoo. "Sleeping in a bed will definitely be the perfect remedy." The blond finalized, though slightly coy and released his hold from Chrollo's arm once he felt confident enough in standing on his own without collapsing. "We can go now."

Grinning he watched as his lover began walking towards the cottage, falling into step beside them as they approached the quaint building. "You didn't seem to mind it too much," he said teasingly, that grin only widening, "but don't worry, I will be sure you rest."

The sudden feel of Kurapika's fist connecting with his side only added to Chrollo's mirth. How he loved his precious blond. It alone stood to reason why he loved Kurapika as he did.

"You're such an ass." Kurapika chided, but didn't deny that he did enjoy the time they shared. "However, I never said I didn't." Tòuchè. Kurapika couldn't help himself in keeping the banter up; he wasn't above keeping the raillery going, even if in the long run, he may end up being the one to lose in the end. "Quite to the contrary. But I will digress, I think I did a number on you as well."

Chrollo hummed in spite of himself but leaned over to kiss the blond on the top of his head, deciding to leave things as they were. Once they came in front of the door, he looked over to Kurapika. "So, we can use this place at our leisure?" He questioned. "I assume no one lives here, considering your current attire," Chrollo added, teasing the Kurta again. "Should I pick the lock?"

Reaching for the doorknob, Kurapika proceeded to open the door. "This place is abandoned. Long since has." He began, voice willowy, "I had occupied it on a few occasions when I was here during my time alone. Mostly when I needed solitude during my Nen training." Kurapika stopped to look over at Chrollo, flinty gaze landing upon the older man. "There is no need to pick the lock. That I can assure you."

Leaning over, the young blond planted a soft, chaste kiss to Chrollo's plush lips before smiling tenderly, then turning on his heel to enter the premises, reluctantly breaking the contact he shared with his lover.

It had been so long since either of them had the privilege to partake in the aspect of creature comforts - far too long they had been traveling the downtrodden path. Now, however, they could rest comfortably in peace. Appeased, Kurapika strode through the small living space - everything was as he had last remembered it - and went through the open living room and towards the bedroom where he knew the bathroom was. Musing, the thought of a nice hot shower made him feel eager. "You coming?" The enthusiastic Kurta added, stalling long enough to encourage his lover to follow.

Caught off guard by Kurapika's chaste kiss, he froze for a second, enchanted by the unexpected act, and resisted the urge to pull his lover back for another more passionate kiss, resigning to allowing the Kurta to move away from him and inside the cottage.

After a moment of silence, he added pensively. "It must feel strange for you to be here again, but not alone this time, and probably with the last person that you expected to be with… I'll make sure that only adds new, pleasant memories to your old recollections." Stepping inside, Chrollo looked around, still cautious and wanted to be sure the place was unoccupied save for him and Kurapika. Once satisfied, he proceeded to look around, curious about what the place had to offer before deciding to take to follow the younger man. "Yes, I am coming." He answered finally after managing to scope most of the living room.

Sighing, Kurapika watched as it appeared Chrollo was checking the place out - probably looking for something to steal. He wasn't surprised. The older man was a thief after all.

"One that you have fallen in love with."

It was a reality that Kurapika was slowly coming to accept.

"This place hasn't been used for a very long time." Kurapika began, voice quiet. "It had even been long since abandoned from the time when I stumbled upon this place. There is indeed no need to worry about anyone bothering us. This meadow is highly secluded. I was amazed when I found it," pausing, he added, "there isn't much here. Most of it is old, or useless. You won't find anything worth taking. Trust me."

Grinning, Kurapika shook his head, and he proceeded to move into the bedroom, bent on taking a warm shower and climbing into a soft bed. He was not one to waste time. "Oh well. I will just start without him, then." The thought crossed his mind and right before he could enter the room, Chrollo swept past him hurriedly, causing the blond to roll his eyes in bewilderment.

Ignoring Chrollo's somewhat exasperating behavior, he unceremoniously tossed his clothes onto the bed and entered into the bathroom, the tile cold beneath his feet. Reaching into the shower, he took hold of the knobs, turning on the spray, allowing the water to begin warming.

Casting a fleeting glance over his shoulder, he noticed Chrollo still in the bedroom and snorted, then clambered into the large basin, sealing off the area with the plastic curtain. A soft groan surpassed his lips once the soothing, caressing spray finally contacted his skin and he reposed, letting slip closed his eyes to temporary darkness.

It wasn't until he felt arms come around his waist and pull him against a more rugged chest did Kurapika become fully aware of what was happening. The contact elicited a soft moan from the Kurta's slightly parted lips as he was instantly aware of every muscle and sinew that resided in his lover's firm body. "Glad you could actually make it." He purred, voice taunting. "Was beginning to think I was going to be in here alone."

Tightening his hold on Kurapika, the older man couldn't help but grin. "Yes, I made it. Sorry, it took me so long. The work meeting lasted more than expected, and then I had to deal with traffic..." He replied jokingly, feeling compelled to do so by the taunting note he could perceive in Kurapika's voice. "Did you really think I would have left you here alone? What a pity that would have been," Chrollo whispered with affection and longing in his tone and gaze.

"Smartass," Kurapika remarked before delivering a playful punch to Chrollo's arm. It was of no wonder why he was finding himself growing closer to the older man by the day. Chrollo really did make him feel exultant.

Silence descended between them as they lingered into the moment while enjoying the sensation of being close as the water cascaded down their bodies, neither desiring to move.

When they finally decided it was time to bathe, Kurapika leaned back as Chrollo washed his hair, making sure his locks were fully coated before rinsing the shampoo out. Once done, Kurapika repeated the process for Chrollo as he raked his fingers through those silken, raven tresses. It felt good, the touches and contact were comforting as they proceeded to wash each other, the soap easily washing away the impurities on them as well as cleansing the wounds they had suffered during their battle in Mirie.

After they both finished, Chrollo reluctantly pulled away from Kurapika and proceeded to grab some towels. He handed one to Kurapika before wrapping the one he had around his own waist while using a second one to dry his own hair.

"I will meet you in the bedroom," Chrollo said simply and strode into the adjacent room, leaving the Kurta behind momentarily as he flung the towel he was using to the side and climbed into the bed, the sensation of sheets for a change was a welcomed notion to laying on hard surfaces.

It had been so long since they could enjoy such amenities, Chrollo mused. But then again, it was something he was relatively used to.

Resigning, he closed his eyes and hummed to himself when he felt something warm come beside him and realized Kurapika was lying down and pressed against him. The contact made him smile.

"I hope you don't plan on keeping that around you." Kurapika practically whined, shifting closer to get warm. He tugged at the towel for emphasis.

Wrapping his arms around Kurapika, he pulled that slender body against his, relishing in the contact once more, his lover's skin feeling nice against his own. "No, I don't plan to keep it around me all night, but I hadn't finished drying. Are you so eager to see me naked again?" He asked teasingly, knowing the comment may spark the blond's ire again.

Snorting, Kurapika laid his head within the juncture between Chrollo's neck and shoulder, sighing as he did such while continuously plucking at the infernal thing around his lover's waist. "What if I do? Perhaps I enjoy feeling you unobstructed and completely against me." Kurapika grinned against his lover's skin, imagining what the older man's reaction to his comment would be. "And maybe I want to fall asleep with you like that? Without annoying articles in the way." He added, indeed, very curious to his lover's reaction to the new and more forthcoming demeanor Kurapika had since, adopted.

The older man had to raise an eyebrow at that pert reply about the towel. Well well, Kurapika certainly was improving in the self-confidence department by leaps and bounds now it seemed. "Oh I am sure you do, what's not to like about sleeping in the nude with me?" The comment earned him a punch to the shoulder that Chrollo thought was worth it. "Then again, it just might slip if I move too much in my sleep." He tilted his head and winked, trying to present the perfect face of innocence. "Should I open it now or do you want to take it all in when you wake up?"

"You cannot be serious?" Kurapika quipped to his lover's comment. "As tempting as that sounds," he paused and leaned in to lick along Chrollo's jawline, "perhaps it would be better just to discard it entirely. I can take all of it in with, or without the towel being present." Kurapika finalized as he nuzzled Chrollo's neck affectionately, eyelids becoming heavy.

"Oh if that's the case," Chrollo suddenly pushed his hips up to press himself flush against Kurapika's groin, "then why don't you place it somewhere appropriate love?"

The act caused Kurapika to groan, eyes flashing scarlet momentarily, "Well then, if that is what you wish?" Without any reservation, the blond fisted the cloth that was wrapped around his lover's waist and jerked it away in one swift but seamless motion before quickly tossing it across the room, not caring where it landed. Fluidly, Kurapika crushed their pelvises together, his own legs twining feverishly with Chrollo's own. "How about that?" He purred, locking their heated bodies in place. "I think we can sleep properly, now."

That was it, they needed to sleep. Chrollo smirked at the blond Kurta once he heard that towel land somewhere on the floor with a soft thud. However, he didn't pay attention as he was too preoccupied with the blond's bare frame pressing firmly against his own. "Oh Kurapika, you shouldn't have done that," Chrollo tutted. "You should always keep things in their proper places. I will have to discipline you later it seems."

Before the younger man could protest indignantly at the unfairness of it all, Chrollo kissed him, and this time, it was nearly desperate. Kurapika eagerly accepted, their tongues clashing as they fought for dominance. Chrollo then pulled away before Kurapika had a chance to process the suddenness of it all. "Now we sleep," he whispered.

When Chrollo severed the kiss and insisted they finally sleep, Kurapika was still in disbelief by what happened but decided to bid his time anyway. Whatever Chrollo was planning, he would deal with it, then. Settling without a word, he snuggled against his lover's warm frame and burrowed his face into the crook of Chrollo's neck, inhaling the man's pleasant scent.

For a moment, he enjoyed the closeness they shared before relinquishing to Morpheus's call, his own eyes growing heavy again. "I love you." He managed to utter before slipping off contentedly while in Chrollo's embrace.

Satisfied that Kurapika had finally settled, Chrollo closed his own eyes as well. "I love you, too." He muttered letting sleep take over, his last thought being how soft Kurapika was.

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After Thoughts: So as you can see, our boys here did more than just 'recover' lol as the meadow offered a peaceful respite allowing Chrollo and Kurapika time to actually bond more in an intimate way. Of course, their time at the meadow is limited, but the moments they have there currently is giving them the time needed to not only rest and recoup from their encounter in Mirie, but time to continue bonding as well. We will see more instances like this (bonding lol) as they continue their trek back to Yorknew and devise a plot to handle the new, mysterious beasts.

Things should also be close to being back on track for me.