A/N: Hello dear readers. Before anything, I do apologize for the extensive delay in loading a chapter. For those of you who are not following my Twitter, I had pretty major surgery earlier this month that laid me up and out of work for six weeks. The first two to three weeks were rough in my recovery, so sitting up long enough to write was a real challenge. I had much of this chapter completed before going into surgery, but my condition afterward proved difficult to complete it until very recently. However, since I am feeling a lot better than I did when I first got back from the hospital, I've managed to come bearing a two chapter release. :D From here on out, my strength has returned exponentially and resuming my normal writing flow should be no issue from here on out.
I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, as well as the next. It should at least make up for the lengthy wait. :)
As always, a big thank you to Sweets Dreamer for her continued service in beating the chapters for this fic. ❤❤❤
Summary: After a long and grueling meeting with the Genei Ryodan, both Kurapika and Chrollo take the time to prepare for their next encounter. Kurapika finally makes the one phone call which he had been avoiding in doing that leads to a prelude of what is to come.
A gentle breeze rustled through the curtains as they fluttered against the windowpane, its warmth dusting over the skin of the figure who groaned when its invading light caused him to bring a hand up to ward off the offending brightness. Breathing heavily, Chrollo rose slowly, his other hand coming to rest against his temple as oddly enough, he had awoken with an awful headache. For a moment, he attempted to steady himself as it was apparent his equilibrium was off and trying to move would only prove unpropitious.
He closed his eyes momentarily, taking the time to collect himself despite the fact he felt as if his head was swimming and once he felt able, Chrollo took the opportunity to reopen them, and his gaze fell on the younger man who still slumbered beside him. As the light played over Kurapika's features, he couldn't help just how pristine, yet, angelic his lover looked. Though, one thing Chrollo noticed was the lingering prominence of bags that still clung beneath Kurapika's eyes. Even his skin looked strangely paler than usual. It brought a frown to Chrollo's lips.
Kurapika looked sick, and even that made the older man stricken. Seeing his lover in such a condition painfully tugged at his heart.
After some time, Chrollo felt the younger man shift beside him, and he turned as Kurapika had slowly begun to stir. Soon, vibrant blue eyes found his own as the younger man had awakened and Chrollo wasted no time cupping those soft cheeks with his hands.
Warmth instantly bloomed over his skin, and the first thing Kurapika saw was his lover's gorgeous face. It didn't take him long for consciousness to catch up with him as the sleep dissolved from his mind and he inclined into the gentle touches, the contact of skin to his own invoked a soft purr to exit from his throat.
"Good morning, beautiful." The words echoed in his mind and instantly, a smile managed to creep its way across those plush lips. Kurapika allowed his focus to lock fully onto Chrollo's as the older man had been watching him although it appeared he was attempting to conceal a brief look of concern. Knowing that Chrollo would more than likely try to keep from admitting to that fact, Kurapika decided against saying anything and instead, his attention remained on the hands that were against his cheeks. The contact was beyond soothing.
Nuzzling against Chrollo's skin, Kurapika relished the contact they shared a little longer. "Good morning." He uttered, a sigh slipping past his lips.
Of course, Kurapika's reactions were nothing short of pleasing and Chrollo couldn't help but grin at the response. Still, something in the back of his mind nagged at him that his lover still needed rest.
Gently, Chrollo carded his fingers through Kurapika's soft, golden hair. "Would you like to rest for a little while longer?" He questioned while attempting to refrain from sounding anxious. Getting Kurapika worried was the last thing he wanted to happen. The blond looked mitigated as is. "We can have breakfast here."
There was no denying that he had felt an incredible strain and emotional distress over the last few weeks and the repercussions of such a weight had caught up to him while taking its toll. Perhaps Kurapika hated just how much of a price it was to pay, but the outcome was the byproduct of so many decisions he made. Though, attempting to conceal the fact that he needed rest was irrefutable. Even Chrollo was aware of his debilitating health.
"I suppose getting some more rest would do me a bit of good," he whispered against those tender, compassionate touches as Chrollo threaded through his tresses, "as it seems I haven't yet fully recovered."
Once again, Kurapika's responses invoked a satisfied smile to grace his features, and Chrollo wasted no time placing a soft kiss to those supple lips. "Alright." He uttered and slipped from the bed. "I'll go shower first, then."
Nodding, Kurapika laid back down against the bed and closed his eyes; the absence of warmth made him groan in reluctance. "I'll take one after you." Once he managed to get situated without feeling completely awkward, Kurapika pulled the sheets back over himself, still unable to rationalize why he felt so tired and unable to recover.
"There is just so much I have to do." He thought and tried to let the muscles in his body relax before allowing his eyes to close again while attempting to rest.
Chrollo waited until Kurapika was settled then decisively stepped into the moderately sized bathroom and quickly turned on the water. It took some time before it was warm enough to step in, but once he did, the older man allowed his mind to wander as he stood beneath the soothing spray. Strangely enough, even as his thoughts faltered to the upcoming events of the day, the caress of the water seemed to have a cleansing effect on his mind. Everything became more apparent, and it was plain to tell that Kurapika was stressed and exactly why. Not only was he challenged with the task of proving his worth to the world's most wanted gang of thieves, but he also had to face his friends and explain to them about his murderous boyfriend.
Chrollo clenched his fists.
"I have to prove my worth as well," he whispered to no one in particular and understood what trials surely awaited them.
He remained inside the shower longer than expected, and when the beginnings of cold water contacted his skin, Chrollo knew it was time to finish up and exit the bathroom. There was no need to monopolize it any longer, and his lover still needed to take a shower.
Quickly finishing, he rinsed off, then stepped out to dry. After removing the bulk of the water which ran in rivulets over his body, Chrollo strung the towel around his waist and stepped back into the common room. Without delay, he strode over to the bed and leaned over Kurapika's form before placing a kiss to his lover's cheek, "The shower is all yours, beautiful."
Kurapika drew himself from his slightly drowsy state at the sound of Chrollo's voice as warmth bloomed across his skin and rose, the sheets falling around his waist before he shoved them aside and extricated himself from the bed entirely. Pausing briefly in his stride, the remembrance of the kiss Chrollo delivered to his cheek burned strongly in Kurapika's mind and immediately a smile crawled its way over his lips. He gazed back at the one whom he loved more than anything else in the world before treading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
Expelling a sigh, Kurapika stepped into the porcelain basin without hesitation. Since he was still nude from the night before, there was no real need to strip, and he inclined forward to flip the shower on. As the warmth of the spray washed over him, Kurapika leaned into its gentle caress, the flow soothing.
Bathing alone was something he still did not mind doing as it gave him time to himself, but the absence of another brought about an instant pang of yearning to have Chrollo beside him. However, Kurapika took his time washing and enjoyed the abying sensation of the water while allowing the time he needed to collect himself. Once done, he dried off, then dressed in a white t-shirt and tan shorts and joined his lover back in the main room.
Wordlessly, he plodded to the other side where a plush chair sat and plopped down in it, his eyes finding Chrollo's once more as the older man turned to face him.
"How was the shower, love?" He questioned before reaching over to pluck the room service menu from the oaken coffee table and scanning its contents. "Also, what would you like for breakfast?"
Reclining back, Kurapika liked the sound of food as his stomach was already arguing with him and in truth, he needed a decent meal. Since their travels began a few months back, it was clear that neither of them had eaten adequately, him especially. "I feel better if that is what you want to know?" He jested and tilted his head, trying to act canny. "But to answer your question, how about pancakes? Not going to deny those were good and I'd not mind having them again." He affirmed and smiled broadly.
Despite his teasing, the look on Chrollo's visage appeared as loving as ever, and it gave Kurapika every reason to remain positive. The older man had changed more in him than he truthfully realized.
Still, such a reaction didn't go completely unnoticed by Chrollo and although he kept his demeanor subtle and reassuring, the fact that Kurapika attempted to be sly only amused him. It was one thing the older man loved about his Kurta partner and just how easily he was falling into his new way of life. At one time Kurapika was stiff and obstinate, the younger man refusing even to lighten up, but ever since they became a couple, things had changed dramatically between them and for the better. Now it seemed Kurapika was able to relax and live a little, even if there were still a lot of trials for them to overcome.
Grinning smugly, he turned away from Kurapika long enough to pick up the hotel phone and proceeded to call the restaurant. "Alright, pancakes it is." He declared and proceeded to place their orders, amused by the fact that Kurapika had been overly impressed by the first time he had pancakes. The blond wasn't fond of sweets in any way, but to see him enjoy even something like pancakes, which was a mildly sweetened food only intrigued Chrollo. He had a more substantial influence on Kurapika than he initially realized.
After hanging up the phone, he closed the gap between them and slid behind the capricious blond, palms coming to rest on those slender shoulders. "How about I give you a massage while we wait?" He purred, the memory of the first time he ever gave Kurapika a massage fluttering through his mind. The thought of it only made his smirk broaden, especially when he remembered how his lover reacted at the time. Hiding his own, however, that was an entirely different matter. Chrollo was confident his gratified expression was something Kurapika would notice with relative ease. Then again, it wasn't as if he was trying to hide it. Taunting his lover was something the older man never seemed to grow tired of.
Instead, his initial conclusion was predominantly changed when Kurapika merely allowed a smile to cross over those lips he adored so much and rose from the chair without hesitation. The shock was almost overwhelming, but it didn't take him much thought to realize how eager the Kurta was being and next thing Chrollo knew, he had taken the spot in the chair where Kurapika was prior, his lover sliding seamlessly onto his lap seconds later. Once the younger man adjusted to get comfortable, Chrollo knew he had his answer.
Starting slow, he worked over Kurapika's muscles, humming while he did so. Judging from how stiff the Kurta was, Chrollo figured he was worried due to last night's fiasco. There was no saying what his friends would do. They would kick up a fuss, that was a given, but he wasn't worried about the kids as much as he was about the other man who wore glasses. He delved back to the time Kurapika had captured him and to the one who had been driving the car. That very same person was the one who managed to calm Kurapika down, and if memory served him correctly, the man's name was Leorio. He held a considerable amount of influence on Kurapika, and Chrollo didn't like it. Granted, the kids were important to his lover, but that man-
Admittingly, he did feel jealous. Something about it didn't sit too well with him, but for the time being, he pushed the notion aside and focused solely on Kurapika.
He was grateful when the blond melded into his touches and didn't react to his brief lapse in mental state.
Closing his eyes, Kurapika leaned back as Chrollo's hands rubbed and kneaded expertly at the tired, stiff muscles which resided beneath his creamy skin, the ache, and tension he felt slowly beginning to ebb away. The ghosting sensation it produced, how his body shivered, and the reminiscence of the past only seemed to permeate his mind. He could feel every sweeping motion of those fingers, of how it made him feel and how relaxing it was. The act was nothing short of exhilarating.
Kurapika readily enjoyed every moment.
Sometime later, a sound at the door caused Chrollo to stop abruptly, and despite the grunt of protest Kurapika made at the interruption, he lifted off the older man's lap without a second thought, allowing him to answer it promptly.
"Room service!" A voice called from the other side moments later.
"Please leave it at the door." Chrollo requested and waited a few moments until the footsteps in the hallway faded and then reeled the cart in.
Almost immediately, the delicious aroma of the food wafted throughout the room, causing a rather pleased smile to form on Chrollo's features. He uncovered both plates that resided on the cart and placed one of them in front of Kurapika before setting the other one down across from him. Taking a seat on the small couch, Chrollo let his eyes land on his lover's. "Go ahead and eat." He commented gently, trying to keep his appeal from sounding like a demand. It was evident Kurapika needed proper nourishment, but the last time he tried to 'encourage' the blond to eat, it didn't go over so well. He was aware Kurapika wasn't about to let himself be fed a second time.
"Alright." The complacent response came, and Kurapika picked up the utensils which sat on the table before him and began chiseling off a piece of the pancake, forking into it after that. "It looks delicious." He dipped it into the small dish of syrup before popping it into his mouth. "Tastes just like the last time I had these." They fell quiet for some time, Kurapika eating his food silently. When he was about halfway through his plate, he paused and looked into those dark eyes with interest. "How are yours?"
Chrollo drew his attention from his food at the sound of Kurapika's voice, a grin forming on his lips again, "Quite delectable." He responded. Though he failed to mention how it practically melted in his mouth, even for a moderately rated hotel, the food was pretty decent. In truth, he had better and tasted dishes that were prepared with such expertise; it was nothing short of orgasmic. But who was he to complain when the meal he was having was at least flavorful?
Kurapika shook his head, but didn't conceal the amused expression to accent his visage, "Honestly, I am not surprised you would say that." He mused and reached for a glass of water on the table then took a sip from it. "You are the one who recommended it to me after all."
He remembered the first time he tried pancakes and his reaction after tasting it. Kurapika didn't have a penchant for sweets, but he relented when it came down to this particular food.
A chuckle exited Chrollo's throat, and they fell quiet once more, both of them focused on their plates for the duration of their meal. After finishing, Chrollo leaned back against the cushions feeling satisfied. There were few things which had such an effect on him.
"Kurapika can." The voice echoed in his mind and instantly an image of Kurapika laying naked on the bed, a blush dusting those cheeks, mouth open in a moan, scarlet eyes staring into his soul followed after it, causing Chrollo to grunt reluctantly. Now wasn't the time to be thinking of such things, unfortunately. "Coffee?" He asked to distract himself from his wayward thoughts.
"Of course," Kurapika added and pushed away his empty plate, but stalled in his movements when it seemed like a flash of prurience wavered over Chrollo's face. It was gone as quickly as it came and Kurapika narrowed his eyes before gathering up the dishes and depositing them in the sink, hoping what he saw was just his imagination. Ignoring the idealism, Kurapika shook his head and proceeded to wash the dishes left behind from their meal. Finishing the task didn't take long, and once Kurapika finished, he returned to the chair and sat down once more.
When the coffeemaker signaled it had finished brewing, Chrollo poured two cups and brought one to Kurapika. Knowing his lover preferred to sweeten his coffee, Chrollo handed everything to the younger man after adding what he liked to his own. Drinking it black or with hardly any sugar and cream was something he didn't particularly care for. Returning to his spot across from his lover, he took a long draw from his mug. It was when he was reminded of something extremely important.
"So…" he slowly began as he observed Kurapika's expression, "where are we going to meet your friends?" The last thing he wanted was to cause his lover any distress, but they were short on time, and they still had to devise their plan.
The instance caused Kurapika to pause just as he was about to take a drink from his cup and a frown crossed his features. "Well, I have yet to call them. It was something I planned to do today as they are still unaware that I have returned to Yorknew." He lifted a hand to brush aside a few golden strands from his face. It seemed his hair had gotten long again and mentally Kurapika reminded himself to have it cut.
"I see." Lowering the cup to the table, Chrollo took Kurapika's hand with his own, his thumb rubbing over the back of it. "Are you worried about how they will take it?" He questioned sympathetically.
"Of course, I am." Kurapika's gaze traveled instantly to the hand which held his, and for a moment, he looked contemplative as Chrollo tried to soothe him. "I am just as concerned about how they will react like it was with the Spiders. It will be no easy task, either." He concluded and drew closer to the older man before pulling that hand towards his face and nuzzled softly into it.
The instance caused Chrollo to feel a semblance of concern, yet thoughtful of exactly how much stress their situation must have been for Kurapika. Dealing with it was nothing short of taxing, and they both were putting so much on the line. It was a price to pay for the love they shared, but neither of them was prepared to give up what they had so arduously worked hard for and cherished beyond all else. Whatever they had to endure, they would do so together.
"Don't worry; I will be here with you through it all," Chrollo affirmed and let his hand stroke over that soft cheek. Kurapika really was something special and worth everything to him.
"I know," Came Kurapika's simple reply. There was no doubt that Chrollo would be supportive. Such was made clear during their meeting with his Spiders. Although he was their leader, Chrollo was strenuous of their connection and relationship, and regardless of circumstance, nothing was going to come between them. The notion appalled Kurapika as the very thought of the Spiders repudiating Chrollo only caused him to seethe, but in retrospect, it professed just how strong their love for one another truly was. Kurapika understood, even comprehended his lover's reasoning, but witnessing it still caused an ache within his heart. "I believe you."
It had been such a long road, and there was still much to do, but the coffee was a distraction he welcomed to his turbulent thoughts.
Still, the notion crossed his mind on exactly how he was going to proceed. Bringing to light the current situation and his plans was something Kurapika expected would be scrutinized. If anything, how the meeting with the Spiders went, the reunion with his friends could turn out the same.
"Or it could be far worse."
Kurapika shook his head and stared into the liquid within the cup.
"Be strong, Kurapika. You know what must be done."
"They are your friends and will understand. They have to."
"You have to tell them as they deserve to know. Have confidence that it will turn out okay and place faith in not just your friends but also in yourself."
For some time, they sat there without speaking; both lost in their thoughts as they each took comfort in the swell of caffeine and the closeness of their bodies. The moment Chrollo drained the remaining contents from his mug did he pull away from Kurapika reluctantly. He checked his phone and sighed at the lack of any new messages. It seemed the rest of the Spiders were avoiding him. For now.
Chrollo vowed he wouldn't allow it to go on for too much longer.
"I think that perhaps I should go for a walk." He spoke without warning and turned to face Kurapika. "Call your friends, babe. I will return shortly."
The sudden break in contact tore Kurapika from his nearly catatonic state, and he looked up just as Chrollo was placing his phone into his pocket while striding towards the door. It was hard pressing on through such troubled waters, and at times he did feel as if he was doing it alone. In spite of it all, Kurapika had to remind himself that it was all due to strain and twisted perception. With a sigh, he consumed the rest of his coffee and set the mug down before nodding towards his lover. As much as Kurapika wanted Chrollo to remain with him while he did to the one thing he dreaded doing, having the privacy while doing it was also something he was grateful for.
He resolutely went to retrieve his cellphone after Chrollo exited their hotel room and for a long time, he just stared at the screen before his thumb swept over the one number in his address book he had avoided dialing for so long. It rang for what felt like an eternity before an all too familiar voice came over the receiver. "Hello Leorio, it's been a long time," Kurapika spoke once he was finally able to regain his voice.
There was a considerable pause, and it was during that moment Kurapika had begun to wonder if the initial shock had silenced his friend. However, it didn't take long for that theory to get dismissed.
"What the hell?!" Leorio's voice commanded over the phone, and it was then Kurapika inwardly winced, "Seriously, what gives, Kurapika? Where have you been?" The blond closed his eyes and strengthened his resolve and composure. He could tell his friend was practically irate.
"Well, he does have every reason to."
The sound of his breathing echoed in his ears, "It's a long story," Kurapika began, voice low and even, "and one that should be told in person." Again, there was another pause, and he thought that perhaps Leorio was considering what to say, but somewhere in his mind, the Kurta knew otherwise.
"That doesn't explain much." Leorio practically scolded over the phone, "Like where you have been all this time?" He continued, though the tonality of his words never changed. "You promised to stay in contact with me no matter what and the last any of us knew you were still in the company of Lucifer while gathering the Scarlet Eyes."
It frustrated him there were so many times Leorio could count where his friend lacked in following through with his promises, and now, it was plain to see that Kurapika appeared to have no intention of following through with them. To a fault, it made him seethe. Still, the dark-haired man tried to quell the raging storm within.
"The last part is still true," Kurapika responded, though he was able to feel himself become slightly stressed, "however, there is much to be explained as I've said and I would like to do so in person. I think it's best we meet." In the back of Kurapika's mind, the words he planned to say reiterated over and over again, and even then he knew this was going to be no easy task. "Have Gon and Killua returned?" He questioned.
Leorio slowly processed everything that was said before responding. Of course, he was angry, there was no denying that, and he had so many questions for Kurapika, but he attempted to remain calm. Well, tried to anyway. "Yes, they have returned," he began, though he was unable to keep the exasperation from lacing his voice, "and they too, would like to know what the hell is going on with you. I agree that we need to meet up as you have a lot to tell us."
Hearing Leorio's statement brought about a slight amount of relief, but not enough to quell his ongoing nervousness, "Yes, I understand, and I plan to, believe me." Kurapika added sincerely. "To be honest, I have returned to Yorknew recently, why I propose a meetup."
Shock hit the dark-haired man, and he paused, trying to find the will to speak. "You have... already come back?!" Leorio stammered, voice trembling before coming to a halt as if to bring himself back into check. There would be a time to get upset later. "Nevermind, when can you come to meet us?" He asked firmly.
As always, dealing with Leorio's tirades was still taxing and wore on his nerves, but he had to remind himself that the reason for his friend's current behavior was partly his fault. Kurapika sighed - he would be glad when this was all over. "How about tomorrow afternoon? I will give you directions to the hotel I am currently staying at. It's best we talk in private."
Leorio swallowed, but he kept himself calm. "Alright," he uttered and stared across the room he was in at nothing in particular, "just promise this time, you will tell us everything."
His friend's response was something he expected, and Kurapika conceded. "You have my word." He finalized, then continued. "See you tomorrow then," and hung up.
After putting the phone down, Kurapika began to rub his temples. He felt the onset of a headache from the stress such an ordeal had on his nerves which only added to the wariness he felt In truth, Kurapika already knew what he faced when he failed to stay in contact with his friends. What he didn't know was how they would react once he told them about his relationship with Chrollo and the fact he was in love with the older man.
Would they resent him once they found out?
No, he had to believe they would support him regardless of circumstance or the choices he made. At the very worst, he would lose their friendship.
It was something he didn't want to think about, and Kurapika groaned as he leaned back against the chair he was sitting in. After a moment, he closed his eyes as his mind began to wander, and with the temporary peace he was given, a sigh exited his lips as Kurapika tried to forget about everything he just endured. The repose allowed him to relax, and just as he was about to nod off from mental exhaustion, a knock at the door jarred him back to consciousness. He looked up as Chrollo entered the room once more.
"I have returned my angel." The older man announced and made his way towards the small table before setting down a styrofoam cup and a plastic bag. Pausing momentarily, he looked into Kurapika's beautiful eyes as he settled down beside the younger man, carefully analyzing his lover's reactions. "How did it go?" Chrollo asked finally.
The concern he saw etched into Chrollo's features once again, tugged painfully at his chest and Kurapika swallowed thickly. He hated making his lover worry. "It went better than expected." He lied as the last thing he wanted was to worry Chrollo. "Leorio agreed to meet with me. I decided this would be the best location for it as we need to do so in private to avoid any potential prying ears and eyes." Frowning, Kurapika let his attention fall onto his hands, and the blond was able to see the signs of his apprehension.
He only hoped that his distress wasn't too noticeable.
"For right now, just hold me." Kurapika pleaded softly. "Please." His expression beckoning for Chrollo to sit.
An extensive amount of time passed as he studied the younger man's face and looked abyssal into those weary eyes. The frown which graced Kurapika's lips had been present the moment he walked in and albeit the Kurta's attempt to remain positive - or was he merely being subtle? - Chrollo could see through the blatant deception Kurapika had forged. His lover couldn't fool him, but that sad demeanor was enough to have him cross the room in a flash as he enveloped the younger man in his arms.
"You're still a terrible liar." Chrollo emulated before pressing his lips to Kurapika's own. At first, it was a simple kiss, and he took his time memorizing the shape of the blond's lips, yet the second Kurapika released a groan, he took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside. Instantly, Kurapika mirrored him, and the sensation of the younger man's tongue sweeping alongside his own invoked a throaty groan to rumble deep within his chest.
It was a slow, delicate process, and each moment spent locked within their heated kiss only drew them further into the moment. Chrollo tasted everything Kurapika had to offer as the mingled flavor of bitter and sweet bloomed in his mouth. How it was possible, the older man did not know, but he didn't particularly care. All that mattered was Kurapika, and as his lover trembled in his grasp, Chrollo ensured no gap between them remained.
Time seemed to pass in slow motion, and everything faded around them as they continued to partake in the one thing neither of them wanted to end. When they broke away, Kurapika's breath was hot against his face, and Chrollo barely registered the thin trail of saliva connecting them before he dove in to recapture Kurapika's lips, not even giving the younger man a chance to recover fully. Resisting was nearly impossible, and instinctively Chrollo came to rest against the bed while taking Kurapika down with him.
Eventually, they could no longer deny the need for oxygen, and once the connection was severed, Chrollo noticed that his hand made its way to his lover's abdomen and was stroking over the slightly ribbed planes gently. "I brought coffee back with me." He whispered.
Recovering from it was difficult, and even when Kurapika managed to regain enough composure to rise so he could sit erect, it took time for him to draw in the air his lungs so desperately needed. He sat there, panting, chest heaving as the intoxication he felt slowly began to subside, yet the memory of its soothing ardor remained present in his mind long after.
Kurapika sat there for a while despite the fact his lover had spoken, blue eyes locked with ashen grey, and it was in those very same eyes the younger man knew he loved more than anything in the world.
He shivered as Chrollo's fingers caressed over the muscles of his stomach, the touch welcomed, yet, it was a feeling Kurapika craved for, and a smile made its way over his now kiss-bruised lips. "Oh," he finally responded, voice a low purr as he watched the man beneath him with a mischievous look, "it was nice that you thought of me." And Kurapika leaned down to draw his tongue along Chrollo's neck, teeth grazing the soft flesh before reaching his lover's ear to tug on it. "I just hope it's not sweetened." He teased then pulled away.
Growling, Kurapika breathed in the older man's scent while the palms of his hands slid along that firm chest. Perhaps he was entangled with Chrollo, his life so interwoven that he was acquiescent to the connection they shared, and yet, he wouldn't have it any other way. The more time he spent around the man he once despised, the further he realized just how important and significant Chrollo was to him.
In reality, Kurapika knew he couldn't live without Chrollo. His lover was everything and more.
No one else had affected him in the way the Genei Ryodan leader did.
"Of course I did," Chrollo responded, voice husky as he was unable to suppress the groan that exited his throat, nor the way his body tremored. It was almost instinctual the way he reacted, but how Kurapika's lips motioned over the skin of his neck and those provocative words was nearly enough for him to lose control right then and there. He chose not to, however. "You are the only one on my mind nowadays." Chrollo continued while attempting to feign being hurt and gently slipped Kurapika off of him before lifting off the bed to retrieve the cup that contained the coffee. Bringing it back with him, Chrollo handed to the blond. "Why don't you find out, though?" He finalized smugly.
Raising an eyebrow, Kurapika took the cup without question, though a look of skepticism crossed his features as he contemplated if Chrollo had sweetened it to annoy him. When the liquid hit his tongue, however, he was pleasantly surprised it was to his liking. "It's really good." He uttered and took another draw from its contents as he couldn't seem to get enough of the caffeine that coffee contained. "Thank you."
The grin on his face only broadened, which Chrollo was sure would perturb his lover to a fault, but he didn't bother to hide it and sat back down on the bed. There was a long pause before he asked the one thing he had been curious about. "So," he asked slowly, "when will they be here?" He thought for a moment, then continued. "Should I put something formal on?"
Shaking his head, Kurapika finished off the remainder of his drink, and after setting it aside, the younger man let his gaze sweep over his lover's. The grim expression Chrollo had was slightly amusing, and the Kurta couldn't help the thought of seeing the older man in such an awkward position. The notion was enthralling to a fault, "Around this time tomorrow." Kurapika supplied, a taunting accent edged his words. "But as much as I'd like to say it would be gratifying to see you dressed for the occasion, I don't think it will be necessary."
An image of Chrollo decked out in a crisp business suit flitted through his mind, and Kurapika felt heat begin to crawl up the skin of his neck. The last time he saw the older man looking so stunning was back when they met in that restaurant where they agreed to hunt down the Scarlet Eyes and where they kissed in the rain.
It all felt so vivid.
The abrupt sound of ringing brought Kurapika from his reverie, and he turned to see Chrollo retrieving his phone. Again, he raised an eyebrow but relinquished from speaking in the meantime. The older man looked at his screen and immediately swiped his thumb over the answer button when he recognized who the caller was. Finally, they just may be getting somewhere.
"Danchou!" The voice on the other end sounded as cheerful as ever. So his Spiders had come to a decision, huh? It took them forever, but at least it was some progress.
"Shalnark," Chrollo said calmly. "What happened?"
"Not much," Shalnark admitted ecstatically. "We were trying to convince Nobunaga to join us. He was saying there is no point to this if we can't gain anything from killing whatever these things are you want us to face."
"What does he say now?" Chrollo wondered.
"He has agreed to Danchou," and Shalnark released a sigh on the other end of the line. "Rather begrudgingly."
"So everyone has reached the same conclusion?"
"Yep, Danchou!"
Chrollo almost let out a sigh in relief. "In that case, try looking for information on the current state of affairs in Mirie. I will see all of you soon," and with that said, he hung up. Turning to look back at Kurapika, he allowed the corners of his lips to form into a coy smile. "Now, where were we?"
Immediately Kurapika could tell something positive took place judging from what parts of the conversation he was able to hear, but he sidled closer to Chrollo and leaned against his lover's side. "What happened?" The blond inquired.
"Well," Chrollo drawled, "it seems that Nobunaga jumped on to our bandwagon a little too reluctantly." It made him chuckle thinking that Feitan had probably threatened him not to ruin the fun of culling massive, terrifying beasts.
"Why do I get the feeling he is going to be the hardest to convince?" Kurapika questioned, and a frown crossed over his lips. He still understood that validating his worth and loyalty would be a long and difficult road to travel, but it was one Kurapika knew he had to do. A sigh escaped his throat.
Even for Chrollo, it was a revelation which occurred long ago and one he knew would be a challenge that wouldn't be so easy to overcome. A part of him twisted at the thought and in essence, he felt terrible for the trials Kurapika had to endure. He placed a hand on his lover's shoulder, and a faint smile accented those ample lips. "Nobunaga has been one that doesn't always see eye to eye with others and is quick to take matters into his own hands. He's also extremely hotheaded and temperamental, but regardless of his current viewpoint, one thing isn't going to change," Chrollo paused, and he gave Kurapika's shoulder a comforting squeeze, "he's just going to have to accept the fact you're a part of them now. It's going to take time, but I am confident he will come around eventually."
Again, Kurapika sighed at the finality of the position which he had been placed in, but in the back of his mind, he hoped Chrollo was right. "That's what I am aiming for." He began, though, for a brief moment, Kurapika's eyes closed as he tried to focus on the older man's touch. "I eventually hope to abolish the hate and animosity between them and myself. Of course, I know it's not something that will change overnight, I just… Pray that you are right."
It was hard watching Kurapika deal with the repetition of his emotional struggles, but he had to remain strong and vigilant if he was to conquer the demons that stood between him and the rest of the Spiders. Chrollo drew in a breath before he smiled in an attempt to mitigate Kurapika's unrelenting worries. "Don't worry. It will all work itself out in the end." He uttered then came to rest beside Kurapika before laying his head on the younger man's lap. "So," Chrollo continued as he lightened his voice to change the current mood, "a whole day to ourselves. Whatever shall we do?"
Almost immediately, the blond raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in subject, especially at the insinuation of having an abundance of time to do practically anything and Kurapika couldn't resist the contemplation that crawled over his features. It had been quite some time since either of them could just relax. One of his hands made its way into Chrollo's short crop, the locks still silky and smooth. "I hope that you are not suggesting more... extraneous activities." Kurapika responded in amusement then jerked his leg ever so slightly for added emphasis, the smile on his lips widening, "We have not had the chance to rest properly since leaving Patalor."
He paused a moment; the idealism that Chrollo was hinting at the potential of them killing time by doing things of a more sexual nature made Kurapika suspicious, but the older man interjected before he was able to discern those intentions.
"We haven't been on a date in quite some time," Chrollo vocalized, and shock instantly replaced the skepticism that was etched on Kurapika's visage. He half expected his lover to have wanted something more, but the response dumbfounded him nonetheless. "How about we have dinner here?" Chrollo continued and turned his head to kiss the inside of Kurapika's clothed thigh then lifted to gaze into those mesmerizing blue eyes. "I can make us something. What would you like?" And before the Kurta knew it, Chrollo had leaned in close, their noses mere inches apart as he felt his lover's hand on his leg while it slowly traveled upward. "Or you can have me."
With that, Chrollo dove in to capture Kurapika's sweet lips and instantly found himself pushing his tongue inside the younger man's mouth. The taste of coffee with a hint of maple syrup permeated his senses and Chrollo couldn't stop the low growl which rumbled deep in his chest. Gently, he pushed Kurapika down against the bed, although he was careful not to put all his weight on top of his lover.
Instinctively, Kurapika wrapped his arms around Chrollo's shoulders, and everything evaporated from his mind. Without thought, his tongue slipped forward to greet the one that invaded his mouth, and Kurapika let himself fall into it, a soft moan exiting his throat as a result. They stayed as they were for quite a while, both enjoying the sensation their kiss generated and the warmth of each other's bodies. When the need for air came, they broke away, and Kurapika had to catch his breath. His unfocused eyes landed on Chrollo's.
"So, what will it be, love?" Chrollo questioned as he sat up straight while openly admiring Kurapika. It never ceased to amaze him just how beautiful the blond really was.
He just sat there as his breathing began to gradually even out, though the memory of what just happened lingered fresh in his mind. "Why don't you surprise me?" Kurapika questioned, and his pink lips curled into a seductive smile.
Well, it wasn't quite the reaction Chrollo expected, but he couldn't help the smirk that spread over his features. "Alright then," he commented, "no peeking." Without another word, he gingerly got off of Kurapika and moved away to check the bag of groceries he had brought back with him from earlier. A thoughtful frown overshadowed the smile from before as Chrollo realized that he would have gotten better ingredients if he had anticipated on cooking prior, but was confident there was something he could concoct from what there was. To a point, Chrollo was grateful he attempted to think preemptively. If need be, he could make a quick run to the store. "Would you like to read in the meantime?" He questioned and conjured Fun Fun cloth.
"I suppose I could." Came the response and Kurapika went to retrieve the massive tome Chrollo had given him then settled back down on the couch with it. The space beside him dipped as his lover took a seat while holding his book. Both of them read in silence as the rest of the morning ticked by uneventfully. When the evening sun began to peek through the curtains, Chrollo then decided it was time to get things ready for their date.
Getting the meal ready he had in mind didn't take long, but setting up the table did, however. He shooed Kurapika into the bathroom to put on something fancy for their date, even though he knew it was the same suit he had gotten for the younger man for their very first date. Once everything was said and done, Chrollo decided he would go on a shopping spree - or stealing spree his mind corrected - as Kurapika deserved something decent after all. There were quite a few suits he thought that would look good on his lover.
For added effects, there wasn't much Chrollo had up his sleeve, but one thing came to mind, and he summoned Skill Hunter. Not that his original intention for stealing the ability was meant for going on dates, but the aspect of it would make the atmosphere more suitable and set the mood.
He turned to the page he wanted and instantaneously blue flames materialized around the room. They were cool to the touch and wouldn't ignite unless he willed them to, but the beauty they held was unlike any other. It was something he had stolen from an archaeology hunter some time ago when he was on a raid for old, historical artifacts.
With a wave of his hand, they spread out and danced about like sprites. They even looked prettier in the dark once Chrollo turned off the lights, although he left the low lit ones on that were by the dining room table, and after everything was deemed presentable, the older man strode over to the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Are you ready for our date, Kurapika?" Chrollo called.
The sound of his lover's voice drew Kurapika's attention from the mirror he had been gazing at, and he looked up just as he finished adjusting his tie. "Yes, I will be out in a minute." He responded hastily. It had taken some time to get ready even though he wasn't entirely thrilled that he got stuck in the bathroom while waiting, Kurapika still couldn't help the faint smile which accented his pale lips. A date. How ironic, Kurapika mused to himself, and he paused as his thoughts wandered back to the first time they went on a date. Again, the sole thing he focused on was the kiss they shared in the rain. Most of the events which transpired before were particularly unsavory, but the point when Chrollo had openly shown compassion towards him for the first time and embraced him in those strong arms is what stuck out predominantly. It was a memory Kurapika held onto so fondly.
Casting one last glance at his reflection to ensure he was satisfied with how he appeared, Kurapika turned and headed for the door.
When he stepped back into the main room, his eyes landed immediately on what awaited him. Everything was dimly lit, but what captured his attention aside from the lavish setup on the table lined with candles was a flickering glow from blue ethereal looking flames that appeared to be floating around the room. It was astonishing, divine, and haunting. Kurapika couldn't help but feel awestruck.
"You did all this?" He stuttered, practically astounded by the scene before him and turned to face Chrollo. The look he saw in those grey eyes foretold of just how far the older man was willing to go for him. "I don't know what to say." Kurapika moved closer to his lover, sensing his adoration for Chrollo only grow even more. "Thank you."
A grin spread across his lips, and Chrollo nearly blushed at Kurapika's wonderstruck expression. "Anything for you, my angel." He replied smoothly and stepped to the side to so the younger man could move forward. The blue flames lit their short path to the dining room, and he even willed them to grow a little brighter as they passed by.
Once they reached the table, he pulled a chair out so Kurapika could sit. It was at the same time room service came to deliver what he had ordered earlier. Stepping away, Chrollo went to answer the door while doing his best to hide the blue flames from the eyes of the staff and pulled in the cart containing a bottle of champagne and dessert. He graciously tipped the waiter then quickly closed the door. Again, the flames spread about the room, and Chrollo drew the cart up beside the table. "Now, where were we?" He whispered as he transferred the champagne bottle to the table. "Would you like to eat now, babe?" Chrollo couldn't resist trailing a few kisses over Kurapika's neck.
Everything was beyond impressive, and although such was practically stunning, it didn't thoroughly entrance Kurapika as he was unable to halt the groan that slipped past his lips when he felt soft lips contact his skin or suppress the shiver which gradually went up along his spine. Regardless of circumstance, Chrollo always seemed to leave him feeling paralyzed. "I'm ready," Kurapika responded, tone raspy and his eyes found his lover's once the older man moved away to take his seat at the opposite side of the table. In truth, he hadn't expected Chrollo to go all out as he had, but the entirety of the situation was nothing short of remarkable.
Chrollo never ceased to amaze him. The older man was every bit the romantic, yet, his generous nature made him even more appealing. Kurapika didn't think his lover could have been so attentive, but every time he was proven wrong. Chrollo was precisely the person he needed in his life.
He looked down at the meal which had been meticulously arranged on the plate before him after Chrollo filled their champagne glasses, and the aromas which wafted to his nose was pleasing. Even the lighting from the candles on the table and the hovering blue flames made the food look so much more appetizing. Kurapika picked up the fork and sectioned off a portion before taking a bite. It seemed to melt in his mouth.
"It's delicious," Kurapika exclaimed, and shock inched over his face. "I can taste the mild flavor of the cream you used with the spinach, but how it seems to compliment the fish..." He paused, and the younger man took a moment to savor another morsel of the food before his gaze landed on Chrollo who was watching him. "Aside from fruit and vegetables being our primary food staples, fish was another that we often caught from the rivers around Lusko." After setting down the fork, Kurapika let a smile cross over his lips; truthfully he felt like crying. He couldn't have been happier. "I appreciate that you took the time to do all this for me." The blond continued and sighed. "It's so kind of you." Chrollo indeed was special. "I love you." Kurapika finalized, voice barely above a whisper.
Just hearing such a profession and even witnessing the overly joyed expression to etch over Kurapika's perfect features brought not only a satisfied smile to his lips, but Chrollo felt a swell of satisfaction tug at his chest. Watching Kurapika falter into the grips of sheer vivacity over the sorrow he was used to experiencing had awakened a sense of humanity in him along with a feeling of accomplishment.
The pull the younger man had on him left Chrollo feeling so much more different than he had in the past, and even then, the notion alone gave him a semblance of fulfillment. Kurapika complimented him just as he did Kurapika. In essence, they were different, yet the same and came together, just like the earth and the sky.
"I am glad to hear." Chrollo's gaze met Kurapika's and what he saw behind those alluring depths was something beyond corporeal. While he couldn't explain it, realizing just how happy Kurapika was had given him enough reason not to question it. "There isn't anything I won't do for you, Kurapika." Chrollo continued, and the illumination from the flickering candles as it danced over the younger man's features made him appear even more beautiful. The sight nearly took his breath away. "I love you, too." Chrollo managed to utter once he regained composure.
There wasn't anything about Kurapika that didn't leave him feeling practically spellbound.
Such a testament brought an instant smile to Kurapika's lips, and all the negative things he once thought right about Chrollo were buried instantly, left to be forgotten. No hesitation. No regrets. No reason left to hate, the release of all the pent up confliction Kurapika once struggled against left him feeling serene and at peace. Even then, as they continued with their meal, regardless of the silence which descended between them, Kurapika couldn't help the gaiety he was experiencing. Being with Chrollo not only set him free but was also a welcomed distraction from the trials which he faced, even if it was only temporary. Kurapika knew what lay ahead and although there was no escaping the fact he would have to deal with it sooner or later, each moment he got to partake in without the edge of worry constantly weighing on him was enough of a reason to ignore it for the time being.
After his encounter with the Genei Ryodan and knowing that he still needed to stand before his friends, the stress had successfully worn down his nerves. For now, all Kurapika wanted to focus on besides himself and the delicious food was the calming light of the room and the man he loved more than anything who sat across the table from him.
The moonlight had peeked through the curtains on the small window, illuminating the room in a soft, pale glow as it cast shadows across the figure who laid awake, a hand resting upon their forehead. Golden strands sat splayed about their head, the very image causing them to appear almost angelic amid the pearlescent light. A stillness had descended around the small room, and Kurapika continued to stare forward, eyes fixed on nothing as he found himself lost amid his thoughts, unable to rest. Beside him, Chrollo had long since fallen asleep, one of his lover's arms was draped protectively across his abdomen, the weight of it reminding Kurapika that he wasn't completely alone. Knowing the older man was there, hearing his breathing, feeling his warmth, it made Kurapika feel safe, secure, and content although he couldn't seem to assuage his troubled mind.
For the longest, he had been focused on everything that had transpired since arriving back at Yorknew City and each time all Kurapika could seem to deviate towards was the ongoing pressure he felt in dealing with the radical changes being made to his life. It was so polar opposite of what he was used to and from the ways he had to survive, that at times it made him feel overwhelmed.
Especially when it came down to facing his demons so he could extricate himself entirely from the darkness and learn to make peace with his past, Chrollo had shown him so much and opened so many doors that Kurapika was able to see there was more to the world than what he already knew. Finally coming to terms and accepting things as they are while seeing the other side of life had been no easy task. It had been a long road traveled to get him to where he was currently. Releasing the hold he had on his convictions, on his pride, on the very shadow that had been cast upon his soul was the one thing the Kurta thought for so long was something that could never be undone.
At one time, Kurapika was thoroughly convinced there was nothing left for him once he managed to achieve his goals, and if he had not seen the light, understood the truth, it was quite possible that he wouldn't have been alive at the moment he was in.
In truth, had it not been for his mother, he may have never been motivated to take a different path to seek happiness. Had it not been for Chrollo, he wouldn't have ever found that happiness.
Because of them, he was eternally grateful. Both of them had given him something genuinely unique, and it was something he could never pay back.
However, with it came a price. Letting go meant he had to be accepting of things for what it was and finally come to live in the present. It also meant he had to learn to forgive. Of course, Kurapika knew if he was to have the life he was deserving of, the only way to reach the pinnacle of true peace was to make amends and atone, not only with himself but with those he had hurt in the past along with those who had sought his ruination.
Chrollo had awakened a passion in him that Kurapika was never aware he had and because of that, he allowed himself to flourish and grow, moving away from the tenebrosity surrounding him and moving back into the light.
Strengthening the connection between them was also something else Kurapika knew was key to binding him and Chrollo together, but also ensuring that he never faltered or relapsed. Going back definitely was something Kurapika wished never to happen.
Staying with Chrollo, however, came with its own set of challenges, ones that were not as simple or merely black and white and getting through them had been the most difficult thing he had ever experienced. How everything went with the Spiders was a testament to that.
Now he had to do the same with his friends.
It's what scared him the most.
Would they be accepting of him and Chrollo? How would they react once he told them? Was it possible they would think he was under his lover's control as opposed to the fact the feelings they share are sincere and genuine? All these questions flittered through Kurapika's mind, and it only made him more and more uneasy. If anything, it could end up going the same way with his friends as it did with the Spiders. The very thought made him even more paranoid.
Kurapika just hoped that wasn't the case.
He tried to settle the erratic beating of his heart, and even that proved to be harder than he thought possible. As much as Kurapika attempted to push the worries from his mind, each time it came back and more ruthless than the last. It was affecting him, and Kurapika knew it, yet, he couldn't fully settle until after he was sure everything was said and done.
With a sharp breath, he turned onto his side and faced Chrollo, careful not to move the arm still carefully wrapped around him. Kurapika could partially see his lover's face amid the shadows which had been cast by the moon, but even in the dim light, Chrollo still looked gorgeous. Kurapika couldn't get past just how stunning and handsome Chrollo really was.
If anything, he would make it, just like everything else he faced and surpassed. This time, however, Kurapika wouldn't have to do it alone. He had Chrollo to see that he got through it. Yes, he would survive this as he had with everything else.
"Everything I am doing is because of you," Kurapika whispered, though he was certain Chrollo wasn't able to hear him. A smile crossed his lips. "I have you to thank for that." Drawing himself closer, the Kurta fell into the perfect niche against his lover's body and closed his eyes.
Perhaps if he just listened to Chrollo breathe, he would be able to fall asleep. He was tired and had remained awake for longer than he could count. Knowing Chrollo was next to him, sure of the older man's presence and the fact that he would always be there to support him was enough to, at least, put his mind at ease.
Closing his eyes, Kurapika focused on the sound of Chrollo's heartbeat along with the lulling of his lover's breathing and eventually, he fell into a peaceful slumber.
After Thoughts: Well, I know this chapter wasn't exactly the one I mentioned that was supposed to proceed the last, but considering how events fell between the meeting with the Genei Ryodan and the upcoming meeting with Kurapika's friends, I ended up having to break it down into two separate chapters. This one was more or less a buildup chapter for what is to come, but I still think our boys needed a break before dealing with the next group to scrutinize their relationship, no? And besides, Kurapika finally made that phone call, because we all know how our precious Kura is when it comes to answering the phone, right, right? Lol.
Next chapter should prove very interesting, indeed. ;)